#yes i spent £80 on a bag

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--------------------------------- THE SMILER PIZZA BAG --------------------------------- Original price: Free, given away as a promotion. Price I paid for mine: Won for £77 but total cost with postage was £81.20 via Ebay bidding. I however was originally not going to bid on this item as I knew it would go for something like £100+, however i chanced a bid and ended up winning the item in the end and while £80 is considered a lot of money to pay for a plastic empty pizza bag, this item is considered extremely rare and may only pop up now and again if you're lucky to come across one. As I collect merchandise for The Smiler I am lucky to have come into possession of one of these bags as there may only be 40 made out there in the world (This is according to Paul Jones who owns five of the bags in storage) - sources for this come from Paul Jones himself who used to be an avid collector of the older merchandise of The Smiler and a collector for Alton Towers merchandise. --------------------- Item information: Come the year 2014 a single vending machine appeared on the Alton Towers plaza in collaboration with GoodFella's to giveaway The Smiler branded pizza along with The Smiler branded pizza bags to carry the boxed pizza in for free. You were ordered by the information on the side of the vending machine to take a selfie (presumably outside the vending machine) to get your free GoodFella's pizza and then tweet your selfie to the twitter page @ GoodFellas_UK using the hashtag #goodfellasmiler to receive your free pizza around the corner (front of the vending machine). - A single person would stand inside the fake vending machine and then the person inside would dispense the pizza once a button was pressed by a member of the public who had just followed the steps above, allowing the said member of the public to collect the pizza in the branded bag once dispensed. Each person got a singular pizza each, however I do not know if you could have gone back and gotten multiple bags (personally I will assume that it was one bag per person but take that with a grain of salt as I am following information I have researched and inquired about to those who have experienced this promotion. - On the side of the vending machine there was also a QR code to scan where you could receive £1 off on The Smiler pizza in any of the stores selling the branded pizza. - The Smiler branded pizza was available in various supermarkets for a limited amount of time and offered a 2 for 1 promotion for entry into Alton Towers Resort. It was a deep pan pizza base topped with tomato sauce, cheese, spicy sausage, pan fried onions, and Jalapeños with a rating of three chili peppers to equal the pizza was quite hot. ------------------- The bag feels very durable and not like your average supermarket plastic bag that can easily tear. Inside the bag is white and features a slot to slide the pizza into or anything else you may want to place inside the bag. The bag also closes with a clasp and features a plastic black handle on the top. The Smiler logo is placed on the front bag along with the GoodFella's logo on the left hand side in the corner. The text under The Smiler logo say "THE SMILER PIZZA" "LIMITED EDITION" in capital letters featuring the font Orbitron commonly used for The Smiler marketing and ride as a whole.

------------------------------ Year promoted: 2014 only. ------------------------------ All information and photos given in this post have been through my own research, my own photos featuring the pizza bag, Paul Jones over on Facebook (TowersFanatic on other socials) for the item description (rewritten in my own words) and the last three photos featuring the pizza box, vending machine, and the group photo featuring himself and the Goodfella's promotion team. All credit goes to their respective owners and I have been given permission to repost the images above, I am simply documenting my merchandise collection and not using any of this for profit.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I found my relatives who are estranged because they left the cult (among other, much more complicated things)… and through their friends list I found my creepy uncle who I saw exactly once in person, walking through a foyer at a funeral.

Now, I bear a striking resemblance to my late grandmother so I could theoretically scare the living bejeezus out of him… 👀 but I’m not going to do that or talk to any of them right now in any way; because I don’t want to open that can of wormssssssss

[babyseraphim]

A little list of silly Charles headcanons!

Charles collects beanie babies. He has a ton of them in his bag of tricks, and he always tells Edwin that they’re increasing in value, so he’s just collecting them as a means of trade/payment

Every time Edwin suggests he try and use any of them to trade, Charles always finds something else to trade instead

His favorite is a panther named Mercury (after Freddy Mercury), as well as a cat that he named after Edwin (he even made a little bow tie for it out of scraps of cloth)

"You ought to stop giving them names. If you keep personalizing them, they will become even more difficult to part with. Farmers and ranchers often employ the same practice with their livestock."

"Well, I can't just leave them nameless, can I? Everyone deserves a name, and the ones on their tags are always a bit daft."

"They are not people, Charles. They are sacks of cloth filled with beans."

"Oi! Be nice, yeah? They’ve never done anything to you."

“...You’re incorrigible.”

Given that he was alive in the 80’s, I think it’s plausible that Charles’s chosen mode of transportation is skateboarding!

I can just picture him hanging out at skate parks all weekend to avoid going home (I know he’s at boarding school, but maybe before he was sent there or on holidays), smoking cigarettes he isn’t supposed to have and falling on his face trying to learn how to do tricks

"Where did this scar on your elbow come from?"

"Oh, that one? Tried and failed to do a kickflip once. I was always rubbish at tricks, but it was fun trying."

"What on Earth is a 'kickflip'?"

"It's a skateboard trick, one of the more popular ones."

"..."

"Right, I knew I kept a spare board in my bag for a reason. Come on, I'm sure we can find a deserted skate park fit for some ghost...boarding. Skate ghosting? Eh, I'll workshop it."

"Please don't."

Also because he was an 80’s teen and needed some place to be that wasn’t home, I think he also spent a lot of time at arcades

I bet he would be super into pinball, mostly because they're really satisfying and stimmy. Plus, they’re kind of a test of fast reflexes, and we all know Charles has stellar reflexes

He held the high score in Pac Man at his local arcade up until after his death, and will sometimes visit after closing to try and reclaim the high score

"Charles."

"Uh-huh."

"Charles."

"Uhhh-huh."

"CHARLES!"

"What? Oh, sorry, mate. This machine is mint, I can't believe the quality of its cut scenes. It's like I'm actually at the cinema!"

"We are here to finish solving a case, yes? The Case of the Pinball Poltergeist, as you so aptly named it. We can revisit these games afterwards, though I admittedly cannot understand your fondness for a machine that produces such a terribly loud noise."

"Not a fan of pinball, ay? I bet you'd be aces at Tetris."

"Is that a game? It sounds like a contagious disease."

[st0rmyskies]

I spent the day sweating my ass off at a smaller hometown theme park, so here's a list of how the boys enjoy their day trip to a fun park.

Twilight - He’ll go on any ride with anyone no matter how fast or scary, nor how slow or mundane. Although the teacups and other rides that spin you a lot tend to make him dizzy, and he's not a big fan of the haunted house. But our big soft-hearted country boy is partial to the antique carousel and needs to go on it just once. Come on, guys, anybody…? (Spoiler: They all go on it with him.)

Wild - It’s a wonder he’s going to survive any of the rides because this boy is all about the food. Funnel cake? Candy floss?? Potato pancakes??? Fudge????? Dippin’ Dots!!????!?!? He has his hands full of treats while they’re waiting in every line, and on any ride he can sneak them on to successfully, too. His favorite ride is the music-coaster-thing, and he’ll sing along at the top of his voice to every damn song.

Champion - Not too thrilled by rides, but he will go on them to be a sport. Except those rides with a sheer drop, tower-of-terror style. NO fucking thanks. Where he really slays, though, are the shooting games, with special bonus points if one of the other boys challenges him to a round. You bet your ass Champion is casually lugging around a stuffed Wolfie half the size of his body for most of the day.

Legend - He’ll get on some of the coasters and the crazier rides, but not all of them. He’s not a big fan of screaming his head off all day long, gives him a headache. He gets uppity with the fortune telling machine giving him the same negative reading over and over again no matter how many quarters he jams in the damn thing. And his fortune ends up coming true, too: he gets banned from the bumper cars after a vulgar road-rage incident.

Hyrule - Goes on one, maybe two coasters, and promptly pukes. He’s then the designated Bag Handler for the rest of the day. Which actually works out well, all up until the mid-afternoon when he wanders off to find himself some coffee and promptly gets lost, necessitating a rather embarrassing announcement over the PA system.

Warriors - He stressed out about his outfit for two weeks beforehand and STILL managed to choose the wrong thing to wear. Yes, those linen pants with the front crease are supposed to be breezy, Wars, but they’re meant for something like a wedding, not a fucking amusement park. He gets cranky when he’s too fucking hot and his hair is damp against the back of his neck. Eventually, one of the other boys — probably Legend or Sky — has to shoo him away from the group for a bit. When they turn up 20 minutes later Wars has an icy drink, a pair of novelty swim trunks from the souvenir shop, a headband for his hair, and a brand new “fuck it, we ball” attitude.

Sky - Loves all the roller coasters, LOVES THEM, and gets sad if he doesn’t get to sit in the front seat on every single one. He wants to go on the biggest, tallest, fastest, most OSHA-violating coaster no less than three times, and he’ll hop off of it just to turn around and get right back in line. Least likely to remember to hydrate and reapply sunscreen. You know he’s passed the fuck out that entire drive home. 

Four - He quite enjoys observing the inner workings of the mechanics that go along with the rides, then makes ominous comments about the engineering to his seat-mate as they’re being hauled up the incline for that first drop of a coaster. He also spends an inordinate amount of time in the air conditioned arcade winning as many tickets as he can to obtain some silly prize like an obscure toy from the 80’s or something similar. May not be tall enough to ride every ride.

Wind - Water rides are his JAM. His hair and clothes and shoes are soaked through well before halfway through their day, and he gets the cutest waves in his hair because of it. Although he also smells like chlorine all day, then. Also has way too much ice cream and cold treats during the day, so he’s nursing a hell of a stomach ache on the drive home.

Time - Bet you thought he wouldn’t be in attendance or would wait in the car or some shit, didn’t you? Time allows the boys to cajole him onto every coaster, every water ride, the carousel, into the haunted house, you name it. He’ll sit in the first row of the rides that take your photo, too, and he just. Deadpans it. Zero facial reaction, no screaming on coasters, ALL day. Flawless commitment to the bit. He does secretly enjoy all of this; Time didn’t get to do this sort of stuff when he was their age, so better late than never.

[nburkhardt]

Whooooo wants another silly with Steve as a little shit fic?

The idea comes when Eddie rushes out of his house to go to band practice. It makes him smile at the plan forming in his head and the excitement and gasps he’ll get tomorrow.

The next morning is spent making sure the bags are packed and that he’s wearing his basketball jacket to complete the look.

He’s giddy with excitement as he drives to school, putting one backpack on his shoulder and carrying the other once he’s parked. Walking towards the school with a smirk in place. There’s already gasps and whispers as he enters through the doors. He casually makes his way towards a row of lockers, the opposite side of his own and leans against one and knocking on the open one next to it.

“Man, it’s not even eig- Stevie!” Eddie slams his locker shut and beams at him.

His smirk fades into a smile, “Hi lovely” he whispers mostly due to the other students clearly spying on them, “You forgot this yesterday”

Eddie looks confused and he lifts up the bag, “your backpack?”

He hears more gasps and poor attempts at whispering, there’s even sounds of a book dropping. It brings him joy, making him wiggle the backpack again. “Don’t play dumb, Teddy-baby, you know this is yours”

That time he doesn’t whisper, he’s actually a little loud.

Eddie’s eyes widen and his eyes flicker around them before settling back on him, an unsaid question on his face.

It softens when it’s answered by a nod, “yeah, yeah you’re right. My backpack, you got yours?”

Steve so happy that they’re actually learning to communicate while silent, he smiles back and stands straighter to turn away. Showing off the backpack. He looked in the mirror before leaving the house, it is a big contrast to his letterman jacket. What makes it even better is, since the straps are loosen and long, his name is visible over the top.

“Ye-yep, looking perfect, Sunshine boy.” It comes out pitchy and Eddie clears his throat shaking his head before throwing his arms around him, “always, sweet boy”

Steve brightens and looping his arms around him, keeping him close and loving not only the warm of the hug but also the gasps and loud gossiping around them. That brings him joy at the chaos. Eddie seems to enjoy it too by the laughter coming from him.

“Of all the ways to reveal our relationship, honey”

It brings Steve to a blush, he tightens his arms around Eddie and turns his head to press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the blush that creeps up.

“Thought it would be fun, let everyone know who belongs to me”

~

The edible I took is definitely hitting because this isn’t make much sense anymore but it’s SILLY AND SHORT.

Facts ya don’t need but I’m now thinking about: Steve and Eddie have only been dating for a few weeks when pulls this. It’s also a modern au because I don’t wanna think about the 80s. They still in high school and Steve is wearing Eddie’s backpack that he painted on. There’s the hellfire logo, because he’s obsessed with it. There’s also pins and patches all over it, even a ice cream cone and sailor hat, along with cheer pom-poms (am I spelling that correctly? Idk) ANYWAY. Steve’s backpack is a basic blue, with some doodles from Eddie and Robin. Because of course Robin is there, she’s Steve’s platonic soulmate.

It’s also inspired by my brand new loungefly I got 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Under the cut with the tag list 🫡

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @grimmfitzz @strangersteddierthings

THE BACKPACK! Clearly not what I’m talking about Steve wearing but it’s glorious and perfect.

[chaotic-orphan]

The Immortal Hunter (6)

Read part one here // continued from here

*~*~*~*~*

Heath didn’t leave Killian’s side for a week after Felix’s party. On the third day that Killian stepped outside his quaint cottage on the edge of town, he smiled, bemused at the vampire who lingered on the stone wall across from his house.

“Do vampires sleep?” Killian asked that morning. Heath nodded along, enjoying the conversations he had with the human. It had been a while since he let himself have a friend, let alone a human one.

“Yes. We can sleep. I enjoy sleeping, I just don’t need to do it. Vampires are crepuscular creatures anyways so we—”

“Crepe— what?”

Heath blinked. “Oh, sorry. We’re nocturnal. We sleep at day and wake up naturally at night for the hunt. The opposite to humans who sleep at night and wake during the day.”

Killian hummed. “Felix isn’t nocturnal,” he said quietly.

Heath’s haze hardened as they came up to the gates of Felix’s estate. “No. Felix is an exception to many rules.”

Felix raised an eyebrow when Heath opened the door of the state house, Killian following behind. His cat-like eyes drifted lazily to the clock, a minute before the start of Killian’s shift. Hmph.

Felix greeted them in his usual cheerful way. Killian nodded stiffly, responding politely before dismissing himself to get to work. That left Heath as the object of Felix’s attention.

“You seem to have taken a liking to my darling pet,” Felix told him with a smile.

“He’s your employee, not your pet.”

“Well, he’s not as fun as you were. You could do it all. Employee, human punching bag, entertainment, blood source.”

Heath bristled when Felix slung a lithe arm around his shoulders, guiding him into Felix’s study. It was a beautiful room, and Heath could see why Felix spent most of his time in here. The walls on either side were fitted with mahogany shelves, lined with at least two hundred titles, all of which Felix had read. Some that even Heath read after Felix taught him how.

Dark oak wooden floors boxed in the lush, burgundy carpet that ran the length of the floor; the middle strip where Felix’s cherrywood desk stood proud, commanding the space. Behind the desk was the giant gothic window that opened out into the grounds behind the house. Heath remembered when he was helping the stable hand attend to the horses, feeling eyes on him and looking up to see Felix observing him from his study window. His proud head held high, arms behind his back, and even from the vast distance Heath could still feel Felix’s hungry, predatory grin on his face.

“Whiskey, darling?” Felix asked, disentangling himself from Heath and walking over to his decanter beside the two armchairs off to the left of the room, near the exposed fireplace.

“Why not.” Heath said with a shrug, following him to the armchairs and settling into one, staring into the flames of the fire. “You can’t touch Killian, Felix,” Heath said, the fire dancing in the reflection of his eyes.

The vampire paused his movements for a brief moment, a cunning smile gracing his lips. “Mmm. I love it when you’re bossy.”

“I mean it,” Heath told him, taking the glass of whiskey with a pointed look. Felix ignored it as he sat in the other armchair, staring into the flames. “The Hunter is protective of him, and if you get between that… he’ll rip you apart.”

“As if you wouldn’t love that,” Felix purred. “Such a shame that you’re leaving us to return your green hills of old.”

Heath bristled, shifting to get more comfortable. He felt Felix’s cat like eyes on him, studying him, everything he did or didn’t do.

“Well… I think I might be sticking around for a bit.”

“For how long?” Felix didn’t give him the time to answer, humming to himself, swirling the honey-coloured liquid in his glass. “Wait, no. Let me guess. Around… 80 years?”

Heath took a sip instead of answering.

Felix laughed. “And if I turn him before then?” He asked, his voice low and sultry. Heath looked at the vampire, letting his emotions pass over his face. “I guess you’d have to stay around forever, love.”

“Don’t test me, Felix.”

“Oh come on. You just need a little blood in you. Then you’ll lighten up.” Felix said. “I have blood on tap if you want it.”

“I’m about two seconds away from ripping your throat out.”

Felix waved him away. “You old flirt, you. Though, we do have to discuss your living arrangements if you are to stay here with me.”

“I’ll find somewhere in the village.”

“Nonsense.”

“I’d rather not stay here, Felix.”

“Well… that just won’t do, will it?” Felix asked, his bright eyes basking in Heath’s attention. “I’ll tell you what, darling. Because we’re such old friends, and because I understand that that monster inside of you will protect Killian at all costs, I have a proposition for you.”

Heath scoffed, nostrils flaring, because he knew exactly what Felix’s propositions were. Heath turned his eyes back to the flames, wondering vaguely if setting himself on fire would hurt less than whatever evil Felix had concocted in his mind. “Is this one I can refuse?”

“Of course, love. I’m not unreasonable. You always had a choice.”

Heath downed the rest of the liquid in his glass, savouring the burn in the back of his throat. “Alright.”

“I won’t touch a pretty little hair on Killian’s head, he will be the most protected human in the village. I’ll even spare his little family my wrath too.”

Heath nodded. “Okay.”

“But you have to understand, that that would mean I would be extremely bored, and you know how I get when I’m bored… so either, wow, look at me. Giving you options aren’t I so generous? The years have made me soft, Heath. Or maybe that was just your effect on me.”

“Either?…” Heath echoed, imploringly. Felix exposed his fangs over his lips, knowing he had Heath right where he wanted him.

Felix kissed his teeth, tsking Heath lightly as he stepped around to the back of Heath’s chair, slinking his arms over Heath possessively.

“You’re no fun, darling,” he said with a playful pout, lips beside Heath’s ear. Heath raised a hand, wrapping his fingers around Felix’s wrist, trying to dislodge the touchy vampire from him, but Felix just clamped down harder around Heath. “And you forget, I’m stronger than you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Heath’s temple.

Heath huffed out a breath. “Either?” Heath repeated, defeated.

“Either, you take up your old position for me, in place of Killian. You provide me with all the joy and entertainment you used to before,” Felix murmured, smiling when he felt Heath shiver under him at the mention of entertainment. “Come back under contract for me, and work for me again…”

Felix trailed off, running a hand through Heath’s hair and pulling his head back and to the side, grazing his fangs along Heath’s throat. “Or you go out and you enthral a sweet little human for me to play with while you protect poor little Killian.”

Heath stiffened under Felix, his grip turning white knuckled on the glass. The sound of glass cracking punctured the silence between them until Felix tutted and Heath relaxed his grip.

“That’s—” Heath stuttered. “You know that’s not even an option.”

“But it is, love. I’ve always given you the choice.”

“The illusion of choice,” Heath spat, his words coated with a helpless venom. Felix’s free hand roamed to Heath’s chest over where his heart used to beat.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m making concessions too. It’s so much more fun to terrify humans, the taste of their fear, the pounding of blood.” Felix tightened his hand over Heath’s heart, puncturing his chest with his claws. Heath jerked forward with a hiss, but Felix pulled him gently back. “Though I’m sure I could make do with having you by my side again. You always were my favourite, you know.”

If Heath had a heart, he knew it would be racing a drumbeat in his chest. His lungs would tighten in his chest, pulsing against his ribs at the panic that threatened to overwhelm him at Felix’s generous offer.

“And if I refuse?”

Felix sighed against Heath, nuzzling his nose into Heath’s throat. “Then I’d have to use Killian in your place.”

Heath froze under Felix. Felix’s fangs traced a line down Heath’s throat, already knowing what Heath was going to choose.

“I hate you.”

“I know, little one.”

Heath’s fingers curled into fists, useless. He knew coming back here was a bad idea, a terrible idea, but to think that Felix would trap him again like this? He got out, why did he come back?! Why!

“We make a blood pact,” Heath demanded, tightening his free hand into a fist on the armchair.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, darling.” Heath’s breath hitched as Felix’s fang drew a bead of blood in his throat. “Can I take that as a yes?”

Heath deflated in the armchair. He swallowed thickly.

“Yes.”

Felix hummed, delighted and sank his fangs into Heath’s throat. Heath bucked against him, trying to dislodge the ancient vampire from his neck, but Felix held him down with ease as if Heath still had the strength of a human. Heath hated the way he could feel Felix’s fangs draw the limited blood from his system, weakening him the more he drank.

Felix moaned happily against Heath, drinking every last drop with all the greed he wanted to. Heath was a vampire, he wouldn’t die if he was drained dry. Felix didn’t know why he didn’t think of this before. All the worries and limitations of humans could be mitigated with a vampire slave.

It was only when Heath let out a small keening whine that Felix pulled away, licking the wounds to seal them and stop Heath bleeding out. He didn’t even have to do that, it was more like a reflex than anything else.

Heath’s vision blurred, feeling lightheaded as Felix pulled away. He dropped the glass to the floor, which Felix caught before it hit the ground. The vampire set the two glasses on a table between the armchairs, smiling at Heath who was glaring weakly up at him through half lidded eyes. The venom must still have an effect on Heath’s body. Something Felix noted and stored away in the back of his mind.

“Oh, look at you,” Felix cooed, booping Heath on the nose. “Still as adorable as the first day I found you.”

“Fuh—ck you.”

“Still as feisty too.”

Heath tried to sit up, but his body felt as if it was cemented down to the chair in lead. Fuck. He hadn’t felt this powerless since… since he couldn’t remember when. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Felix cut a line over his wrist and Heath tried to push himself forward to reach the vampires arm. He had to drink Felix’s blood for the pact to be binding, to protect Killian if Heath agreed to be Felix’s fucking slave again.

Felix held his wrist out of Heath’s reach, his bright eyes shining as he watched Heath struggle and pant against Felix’s venom. “Come on, Heath. Just a little further,” he coaxed.

Heath shook his head, trying to shake off the numbness that kept his body still as the grave. He grunted with the effort, slamming his eyes shut as he moved forward, the world spinning as he fought against the compulsion to keep him docile.

“Come on, Heath,” Felix taunted. “Don’t you want to save that poor human’s miserable existence?”

Heath finally grabbed Felix’s arm at the elbow, pulling it down towards his mouth. Just before his fangs lowered, however, the wound healed and Heath glared up at the ancient vampire unimpressed.

A cold hand stroked Heath’s jaw. “Come on, darling. We both know it’s more fun to just take what you want.”

Heath swallowed, and bite Felix’s wrist, his fangs sinking deep into the flesh and drawing the old, recycled blood from Felix’s wrist. The blood tasted putrid and wrong, but Felix practically moaned above Heath as he pulled more and more blood from the vampire’s body.

A hand wound itself tightly through Heath’s hair and yanked back suddenly, pulling Heath off of Felix with a gasp. He coughed and spluttered, trying to get the horrible, acrid taste from his mouth, wiping the back of his mouth with his hand. Heath glared up at Felix who grinned, showing his fangs down at Heath.

“Good,” Felix murmured, thumbing away a drop of blood that was dripping down the corner of Heath’s mouth. “Now, dear. Only one thing left to do,” he said, and sliced his left palm, the gash going deep. Before Heath could protest Felix grabbed his wrist and did the same, before joining their hands together.

Heath hissed as he could feel the pact take hold between them, burning through his palm to the back of his hand. Tendrils of black ink-like blood traced a beautiful pattern from the back of his hand, up his arm and locking like barbed wire over his heart. He lurched forward, clutching his chest with his free hand, trying to pull his hand back from Felix’s, but Felix clamped his fingers down around Heath’s until the process was complete.

The ink-like blood seeped into Heath’s skin, burning all the way through until he was a sweaty, trembling mess, his hands still held by Felix’s. Felix’s hand burned with the same pattern, except the colour of the blood on his arm was a garish, scar-like white. The intricacies of the deal, the covenant, the contract, were scrolled onto each of their skin in the old tongue, a reminder of what they had promised each other.

When it was finished, Felix dropped Heath’s hand and studied the strange glowing contract on his arm. “Wonderful. Now, all done. It wasn’t that bad, now was it?”

Heath didn’t answer. He didn’t even have the energy to glare at the vampire. He shut his eyes against the pain that lingered like dancers following the brand up his arm. Heath’s breath hitched as he felt Felix’s cold hands were on his forehead. His fingers gently moving the sweaty strands out of the vampire’s face so he could see every twinge of pain, every after effect of the blood pact on the once human thing.

“That almost killed you, darling boy,” Felix said with barely contained glee behind the words. “You really would risk anything for a foolish human.”

Heath didn’t have to energy to fight back, but he couldn’t deny that Felix’s cold hands felt so nice on his forehead, and he leaned into the touch like a cat would a human.

“Oh, my sweet boy. I think we should get you to bed, hmm? I don’t you fainting on your first day back in my service, oh all the things we will do together, Heath.”

Heath groaned as Felix wrapped an arm around him and pulled him out of the comfortable chair, letting him lean all his weight onto the ancient vampire. “There you go, sweet boy. Oh I could just eat you when you’re like this.”

“Fuck— off,” Heath whined as Felix walked them out of the study and towards the foyer. The backdoor opened to their left and in walked a quick-stepping vampire, pulling garden gloves off her hands and smiling when she saw Felix and Heath. Then she smelled the blood, and suddenly Celeste was in front of the pair, red eyes locked on Heath’s.

“What happened?” She asked, her voice breathless. She saw the bite marks on his throat and her gaze cut into Felix. “What did you do?” She hissed, bearing her fangs at him.

Felix smiled an easy smile. “We made a deal, didn’t we Heathy?”

Celeste’s eyes went back to Heath, softening at the edges. She put her hands on his cheeks, tilting his head to look at her. “You idiot.”

“I know,” Heath said with a breath, closing his eyes at her soft touch. He didn’t want to see the pity in her face, but she would understand when he told her later. She would understand and curse Felix and kiss him and everything would be okay.

“If you’ll excuse us, darling, the boy’s a bit drained. I’m taking him to bed.” Felix said. Heath could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, so proud to have Heath under his thumb again. God. He was such an idiot.

“I’ll take him,” Celeste said immediately.

“Nonsense,” Felix replied already walking forwards, dragging Heath along with him. “I’ll be down shortly.”

Heath smiled at Celeste’s protests, his heart would’ve beamed at her care and love, but Felix was older than both of them, and older meant stronger, and Heath didn’t want the guilt of having Celeste hurt because of his foolishness, so he was happy that she remained in the hall, watching the pair as Felix helped Heath up the stairs.

Heath stopped in the room he and Celeste were sleeping in, but Felix dragged him on, further down the hall. “Felix, where’re—”

“Hush, dear boy. Just let me worry about everything, you shouldn’t trouble your pretty little head about it.”

Heath swallowed, trying to straighten in Felix’s hold and dig his heels into the carpet, but Felix pulled him along, all the way down to the door at the end of the hall. Felix’s room. Heath’s heart leapt into his throat, as he struggled against Felix’s venom injecting weakness through every inch of his body.

He hadn’t been in Felix’s room since he was human. It was the last place Heath was human, and it’s not a place he’d like to revisit, or filled with happy memories. It felt as if Felix had taken a knife and plunged it into Heath’s gut, twisting the metal as he opened the door and Heath was greeted with the familiar scent of the vampire.

It wasn’t like Felix ever did anything untoward to Heath when he was human, but he had a very strange possessiveness about him that Heath knew humans just didn’t. Some nights, when Felix didn’t leave Heath in his own room, or in the basement in chains for misbehaving, Felix would bring Heath into his room, into his bed, and cuddle him like he was a teddy bear.

It was so foreign a touch, so strange and upsetting. Felix would wrap Heath in blankets until he couldn’t move his limbs enough to cause any real trouble and cuddle him the entire night, his arms like iron chains wrapped around his entire body. He remembered not sleeping initially and Felix noticing this, and that was worse.

Felix would talk to him then, or sing softly in his ear. Or he’d drain him until Heath passed out, and eventually Heath learned to just sleep as quickly as he could before the vampire tried to do any of the other things to try and get Heath to sleep.

“Felix, please, let me sleep in my room,” he begged, his voice coming out high and whining. “Please.”

“We’re here now, darling, don’t worry. Here, sit down there,” Felix said, setting Heath down on the side of Felix’s bed. Heath gripped the edge of the bed, the soft duvet bunching under his hands.

“You did this… on purpose,” Heath huffed out, the world swimming in a mixture of colours that made him feel sick. Felix appeared in front of him again, taking a knee in front of the immortal hunter and grinning up at him.

“Did what?” He asked feigning innocence and tilting his head as he worked on unlacing and removing Heath’s shoes. Heath closed his eyes, trying to stop the world from turning but it didn’t stop the wooziness in his head. He groaned and shot a hand out, grabbing the poster of Felix’s canopy bed. “Oh, pet.”

“I’m not your pet,” Heath seethed, eyes flashing open. That was a mistake. Felix moved with unnatural speed, scooping Heath up in his arms and depositing him in the middle of the ridiculously big and comfortable bed.

Felix grabbed the duvet and pulled it up, tucking Heath into the bed. “Now, surely, I don’t have to stay with you, do I? Or tie you down so you don’t try and get up, hurting yourself.”

Heath shivered at the thought. “No,” he said weakly. Felix beamed.

“Wonderful. I’ll be downstairs when you feel better.” Felix leaned in, pressing a kiss to Heath’s temple. Heath turned away, but Felix just carded his hands through Heath’s hair. “I’m so happy you’re back, darling. I really have missed you. It’ll be just like the old days.”

Heath suppressed the whine of protest, opting to just stay silent and let the vampire just do whatever he wanted until he was satisfied and left. “Just call my name when you wake, sweet boy. I’ll come get you.”

Yeah right, Heath thought, but he just said: “okay.”

Felix beamed down at him, smile exposing his fangs and then he left. The heavy door shut and Heath flinched when he heard the sound of the lock. The bastard locked him in? Fuck. Felix told him once that he had made his house vampire proof.

Dramatic things, us vampires, he had told Heath one night when Heath was struggling to sleep in Felix’s bed, shivering against the monster. We like to break things and doors and furniture to make a point, so I made this manor vampire proof. Well, as much as possible. Ancient ones like myself could still destroy this place, but normal vamps? They may as well be human in this place.

So Heath would have to call Felix to come and get him when he woke up. Great. Perfect. Right now, Heath was exhausted and he just wanted to sleep. He could deal with Felix when he wakes up, hopefully after the venom leaves his system. Sleep came easily, his last thoughts were warm: at least, he thinks as darkness grabs him in its comforting grip, at least I saved Killian and his family from eternal torment.

[giadavazquez1963]

"lost in the 80s" - my metallica dr-based fanfiction!!

chapter one: hungover at the beach 

I woke up to the sound of my roommate (who’s simultaneously my ex-boyfriend and best friend), Dave, throwing my bedroom door open, yapping about how it’s time for me to wake up. It’s 9am on a Friday, band rehearsal is on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and it’s never this early, so why the fuck is he waking me up now? Naturally, instead of getting up, I pulled my covers over my head, avoiding the light that was making my head pound so hard that I felt like a vampire with light sensitivity issues. I was incredibly hungover from the night before, we spent all night drinking and partying, celebrating our album coming out soon, finally finishing another song after weeks cramped in that tiny studio going over the same riffs. I’ve never been much of a partier or a drinker like the others, but it was Lars that convinced me to “loosen up and have a drink,” and he can be oddly convincing so I joined; turns out I am in fact a lightweight and I’m facing the consequences. I spent the night avoiding the crowd while Jasmine and Lars kept pulling me back into the crowd while I was getting called a “poser” by some random guy because my favorite band is Eagles and not some underground, guttural thrash metal band, and arguing with James. Pretty much everything else was a blur. 

The sound of continuous car horns honking outside and Dave non-stop yelling “Wake up, wake up, waaaakkkeeeee uuuuuuppppp!!” finally got my ass out of bed. I stumble into the living room to see two packed tote bags on the counter, and James leaning against the same counter fidgeting with his rings. 

“What are you doing here?” I say with a scratchy morning voice and already an attitude brewing at the quick sight of him.

“Waiting for you?” He said, scoffing. “We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago, Giana.”

I pause, a confused face starting to form while I just stare blankly at James and wait for him to tell me what’s going on. He lets out a sigh and says “We’re all going to the beach? It was your idea, said something about shark spotting or shark swimming.” Then it clicked!! There’s a place on the beach by a secluded cliff where you can see and swim with nurse and leopard sharks, so of course, my face lit up almost in a second as I giggled and ran to my room to get ready as fast as possible. I could hear James’ footsteps getting closer to my room as I tried to do my skincare, hair, and get my shit together so we could just go. “Someone’s excited,” he said with a slight smile. I try so hard to be nice to him but everything he says just makes me want to blow my brains out.

“Get out of my room.”

“I’m not in your room?” He was leaning against my dresser? So, yes, he was?

“I have to get changed, get OUT.” He stood there with a smug smile on his stupid face. “What do you want? You’re not allowed to borrow shirts anymore after you stained my Scorpions shirt.”

“I don’t wanna borrow shit, can’t I just stand here?” He wanted something, I just couldn’t figure it out. 

“Is your life goal to annoy me?” 

“Oh, of course it is, Giana. And I'm never gonna stop.” God, that fucking man makes me want to bash his guitar right over her head. Sorry. 

“Alriiiight, I’ll just change in my bathroom since you wanna be a fucking creep,” I said while making my way over to my bathroom, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I closed the door. Like, 5 minutes went by and I was finishing up putting my bathing suit on, some short-sleeved compressed bathing suit top and bikini bottoms, and I could hear James fidgeting around with shit in my room. I opened the door and saw him trying on my rings? 

“Can you put them down and stop invading my privacy more than normal?” 

“What are you talking about, Giana? You said I could try your stuff on, do you not remember?” I think he’s sarcastically gaslighting me?

“Okay, shut up and get out now,” I grabbed his shirt collar and started to pull him out of my room. He turned around and latched himself in between my door frame, and  with a big grin on his face, he said “Giana, if you wanted an excuse to get your hands on me, you could’ve just said so. You know I wouldn't say no, pretty girl.” 

“Will you say no if I ask you to shut up or die?”

“Fuck off,” he said while rolling his eyes and walking away, finally. I finished getting ready shortly after and walked into the living room, the tote bags were gone and so were James and Dave; I swear I thought they ditched me til I heard a car horn and Tori yelling “Giana!! Hurry up, we’re losing daylight!!” I rushed downstairs and out to the car, and to my surprise was James leaning on the drivers’ side of my car. I walked over and nudged him, kind of a subtle hint for him to move it.

“Quit it, Gia, I’m driving.” He said, annoyed. 

“Like fuck you are, get off my car, Hetfield.” There’s no way he’s driving my car?? He roughly but not painfully grabbed my arm and said “Like fuck I am. Tori doesn’t trust you driving with someone else in the car at more than 55 miles an hour, especially me, so you’re stuck in the passenger seat, puerquito.” Ever since Jasmine and I met, he’s picked up on some Spanish from eavesdropping on us, and ever since he found out that puerquito means “little pig” in Spanish, he’s been calling me it for months because apparently, I make a mess and defile everywhere I go like a pig. How sweet. 

“Dear God, there’s no way you’re dri-”

“Save it because I am,” he said with the biiiiigest and most obnoxious smile on his face. 

“Do I at least get to pick the music?” I said, hoping I would since I’m not trusted in my own car. 

“Yeah, ‘course. I brought your guitar if you wanna play along too, even if you suck.”

“Okay, asshole, I do not suck?”

“Right, right, I forgot, you swallow.” Face went blank, no one laughed, and I swear I hate him more every second. Before I could respond, Tori yelled at us both to get in the car so we could finally leave. And if I forgot to mention, James is by far the most insufferable person in a car, and even more so when he’s the one driving. He pretends to not pay attention to freak me out, he messes with the stereo, he sometimes misses the exit, he’s just all-around someone you don’t want to be stuck in a car with for more than 10 minutes. And this place was an hour and a half away.

Roughly 30 minutes into the ride there, I’d conned him into listening to Hotel California by Eagles at least 5 times, specifically the cassette that my dad had made for me by using his old tape recorder so I could hear them play live since I wasn’t old enough to go. James tried to weasel his way into changing the tapes but all of my cassettes are stored under the passenger seat for safety when I lock the car at night. “Giana, I’d be on my hands and knees begging for you to change the song if I weren’t fucking driving right now. Just. Change. The. Tape.” I loved being able to aggravate him with no way for him to do anything, he does it all the time so why can’t I?

“Mmmmmm, wonderful offer honestly, but you didn’t even say please?” I playfully taunted him. He tilted his head at me while rolling his eyes, “Change the song, Gia. Please? I can’t take it anymore, both you and the song are giving me a headache, so would you be so kind as to change the song?” He smiled softly before letting out a sigh. 

“Since you asked so kindly, of course I can, James,” I flashed him a smile and went to change the tape, which was unknowingly to him, another Eagles tape.

“Thank you so so much, sweet girl.” Trying not to giggle. “You know how seriously I hate that-” before he could finish, Nightingale by Eagles began playing loudly and I started headbanging softly as soon as it started. “Oh, coooomeeee oooonnn. As if their music isn’t bad enough, you have to go and headbang to it?” 

“You’ll get over it,” I smiled and sang along to the lyrics. 

Finally, after what felt like ten million years, we made it to the spot. Everyone got there before us and since the cliff was a little more hidden, no one was there but us. Tori was rubbing sunscreen over Lars’ already red back, Jasmine was laying her towel down, Grace was off to the side setting up the stereo, Dave was sitting on the edge of the cliff and unaware that Cliff was about to kick him off in a millisecond (it’s not too high up, he’ll hopefully be fine…), and James sat our bags down under some shade of the tree hovering over this secluded little spot. I gave Grace my cassettes and I went back over to quickly get my shoes and cover-up off. Just as I finished taking off my shirt, I turned around and James slammed right into me, his chin hitting my forehead; since I was close to the side-edge of the cliff, I would’ve fallen had he not grabbed my waist and pulled me away. He had a slight look of concern on his face, one hand around my waist, the other moving my bangs out of the way to see if there was a mark. It was all very… much. But a good much. “Shit, you’re bleeding a little. Does it hurt badly?”

“No, no, I’m fine, James-” he touched it and it stung, so as a human reaction, I winced. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he said while giggling a little. Tori, Jasmine, and Lars were all very obviously staring while James used his thumb to wipe off the blood, everyone else was just minding their own (which is what they should’ve been doing as well, those invasive little shits.). “What? What’s wrong?” He turned to look at what was making me hold back laughter, and saw them staring shamelessly. 

“Get a room, you gross gremlins,” Tori said, making Jasmine and Lars burst out laughing. 

“Oh, come on, guys. I was just trying to be-” 

“Save it, twink!” Jasmine said in instant rebuttal to James” attempt at defending his relatively flirty actions. 

We all laughed it off (except James) and moved on with our exciting day. After a few minutes, I went over to the edge of the cliff after everyone jumped off; Lars grabbed Tori and they dove in together, Dave failed an attempt at a cannonball, Cliff had to quietly convince Grace to join in since she was invested in a Vogue magazine and had her walkman on full blast, Jasmine did a run and jump, and all that was left was me and James. “You gonna go or you just gonna stand there and be a pussy?” James asked, teasingly.

“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically. “For your information, I’ve never cliff-dived before, so my bad if I’m a little nervous.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and just go before I push you in.”

“Do not.”

“Then go.” I was debating whether I should let him or not since it would take me another 10 minutes of convincing to jump off a 30 foot cliff. It was a little laughable that this was my idea, but in my solid defense, I didn’t know it was this high. “Taking so much time to make a little jump off a little cliff, Miss Vázquez. Need my help?” He sarcastically asked while staring at me.

“No, no, I can d-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, took too long to answer, so you’re coming with me,” and my life flashed before my eyes as he wrapped his arms fully around me with full force and dove off the cliff with me. It’s easy and obvious to say that day was not quiet like I was anticipating, but in fact full of him getting on my nerves and not letting me have a moment of serenity. I fell asleep on the ride home while “Peaceful, Easy Feeling” by Eagles played quietly in the back.

working on the next chapter :)

[mollybecameanengineer]

The Joy of Cooking

MSR | Season 10 | 949 Words | tagging: @today-in-fic

Scully had first noticed it a month after they started working together again. 

Rather than a hastily put together sandwich, leftover Chinese, or something greasy he’d just picked up, Mulder had real food nestled in a glass storage container for lunch. It looked like chicken with mushrooms, green beans, and a yellow purée. She wondered where he’d gotten it. 

Over the following weeks, similar dishes appeared. Steak with veggies and chimichurri. A white fish over rice with Chinese broccoli. Chicken and delicata squash over greens. 

The man she’d spent most of her adult life with wasn’t a great cook, though he had managed to put dinner on the table for most of the years she’d lived with him. But it was never this imaginative. Or healthy. Or varied. They’d eaten a rotation of the same dozen or so dishes for years. 

If she didn’t know better, Scully would have thought Mulder had someone at home making him dinner every night. At least, she was pretty sure she didn’t know better. 

“Mulder,” she began, on a day when she was feeling brave. “Have you, you know, dated at all since we…” she waved her hands around rather than finish the thought.

Mulder laughed out loud. “I haven’t been on a date since the early ‘90s. Or maybe late ‘80s. Unless we went on dates. Did we go on dates?”

She shrugged. “That night in Hollywood was pretty date-like.”

He smiled at the memory. She had to admit it was a pretty good one. Other than having to sit through that movie. “Ah, yes. Well then, last date was around the turn of the millennium. How about you?”

She kicked herself. Of course he’d return the question. She’d tried hard, when they’d first broken up, to get over him. She’d made an online dating profile and went on around a half a dozen first dates. They all sucked. After having a disappointing one night stand with a man she'd picked up in a bar, she’d come to the conclusion that she was still in love with Mulder and no amount of fucking strangers was going to change that. She deleted her profile and started seeing a therapist. “A few dates. Nothing serious.”

“Ah.” Mulder pushed his chicken, mashed potatoes (or maybe mashed cauliflower!?), and Brussels sprouts around the container. “It’s a shame I didn’t take you on more dates. Do you want to come over for dinner? You know, as a makeup for the hundreds of dates I didn't take you on?”

She froze. They’d been working together, successfully, for several months now. Growing close as friends again. But she’d been careful to draw a line in the sand with respect to their previous romantic entanglement. 

He must have sensed her discomfort. “Just as friends, Scully. Don’t overthink it. I have a salmon thing at home I think you’d like.”

Well, if it would get to the bottom of this food mystery. She agreed. 

When she arrived at their (his!) house, it was already filled with the smells of dinner. “Perfect timing!” Mulder said from the kitchen. “It will be ready in about 10 minutes.”

“Can I help?” she asked, setting down her bag and hanging her coat. 

“Nope. It’s pretty easy. But you can break open the wine.” He nodded toward the already set table, where a wine bottle was sitting.

She went into the kitchen to get the corkscrew. “What are we having?”

“Uhhh,” he said, leaning to read something on a piece of paper while also tending to a pan. “Salmon with sun dried tomato sauce over couscous.”

“Couscous! Mulder!”

He looked at her. “What? You like couscous.”

“I know I like couscous. What I don’t know is where you learned to make any of this!”

“Oh.” He chuckled as he handed her the paper. “I didn’t. I signed up for one of those meal delivery services. My, uh,” he cleared his throat and returned his attention to the stove, “my psychiatrist thought that a more balanced diet might help with, you know.” He stirred the couscous more vigorously than necessary. “And as you know, I have a limited repartee, so she suggested this as an easy alternative.”

Scully ran her eyes over the paper he’d handed her. It had clear instructions and little pictures showing how everything was supposed to look. Including the plating. 

“Do you think it’s helped?” Once the words were out of her mouth, she realized they were too intrusive for their current relationship. “Sorry, you don’t—”

He cut her off. “No, I want to share with you.” A timer went off and he started plating the couscous and salmon, just as shown in the little picture. “I mean, the meds really helped, once we got them right. And talking about… everything.” He carried their plates over to the table while she opened the wine and poured. They sat, again in the places they’d always been.  

He continued, once they were settled, “But getting back to exercising and this whole new diet thing have been good, too. If nothing else, my pants fit better and my cholesterol is down.”

“I’m glad.” She took a bite of the dinner, and was surprised by how good it was. While she’d known these services existed, she’d not understood why anyone would pay for them. But it did seem perfect for Mulder. “This is really good,” she said, taking another bite. 

“I’ll let the good people at Eaters know.”

She smiled and raised her wine glass to her lips, but paused before taking a drink. “A toast.” She raised her glass. He put down his fork and did the same. “To health.”

He clinked her glass. “To life.”

[crimsonblackrose]

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Vietnam 1968, the way they tricked us into thinking this guy was Silver.

This captain broke one of the pieces of bamboo off his fighting sparring thing and his finger is bleeding but makes no move to take care of it.

This captain might be where Kreese gets a lot of his mannerisms. Cigar smoking included.

I don't know military jargon so none of what the captain says makes sense to me:

The team will work out of CCN. Direct action Missels into northern Vietnam. They'll go sterile into triple canopy jungle. No insignia's no id. Small team. He'll train guerrilla tactics, demolitions, hand to hand combat. The captain learned Tang Soo Do from in the Korean War under Kim SunYung.

I forgot Kreese poaches students from the school from different clubs

Weight lifting?

Basketball and wrestling (Kyler) How did Kreese get into the school? Who let him just wander around and recruit?

Ali's message.

He said it.

His gift choices are...uh...maybe a bit too telling.

Randoseru bag for Sam and kitkats for Anthony

Like okay a cute bag for Sam, she'll use it, she'll wear it. No matter how you slice it, he spent more money on sam. Kit kats, candy for Anthony to eat, still going to be cheap.

Right? Logic.

A Randoseru bag isn't just any bag. It's a $600 bag for school children. Like...children children. Primary and elementary school children. Kindergartners. Yes they're fashionable and more people buy and use them but it's still at it's core $600 backpack for his little girl.

And Kitkats from Japan for Anthony. Yes there's tons of exciting flavors of Kitkats in Japan, different regional ones. I can buy online a pack of Japanese limited edition kit kats for $12.90. And they're at all the airports.

Which I don't know if they meant to do this, but what it tells me is that Daniel saw a cute little kid backpack and was like awww my baby girl and dropped a ridiculous amount of money on it, got the airport and went oh shit Anthony and bought him kitkats at Duty free. Also the soy sauce kit kats apparently taste like maple syrup.

I'm sorry Anthony. He should've gotten you a game or something.

I don't know why but for some reason I thought Lucille lived in Jersey. But that wouldn't make sense for them being at Daniel's mothers. There's no way Amanda would've sent them all the way to Jersey.

Hawk's regretting breaking Demetri's arm. He broke the canary, which pushed him back towards right and wrong and honor.

See these are like fighters, not nerds, Kreese you introduced a different type of high school student into the ecosystem Johnny carefully cultivated. It's going to destroy it.

You would think however because Mitch goes to school with them he'd know better.

I don't think Mitch got the flinching lesson.

I don't think Johnny's going to get his deposit back.

Major kudos to Xolo on his acting for all of this and all the falls he took.

Johnny dug out his internet book again

Miguel on his forever duty of teaching Johnny. You can't send that/Why not/because it's like 80 pages in all caps.

Johnny has 35 years worth of stuff to say.

Johnny also liked all of her photos.

Miguel's face.

Amanda on Johnny: Pretty boy Amanda on Kreese: Camp Fear level karate psycho.

Amanda, Daniel has weapons on his walls at Miyagi-do.

Amanda: We're going to the police.

Kreese is purposefully picking students he thinks is a little weak so he can weed them out, the way he chuckles and picks Mitch.

Was Mitch also not there for the chokehold lessons?

It's interesting how students know what Kreese means by finish him/them when I feel like going into it blind with a different training background (Wrestling) wouldn't mean: punch him in the face. But it almost always is.

Kyler what was your little arm movement thing when you finished mItch?

Brucks is too excited.

Hawk trying to stand up for him because Mitch literally turns to him like I'm getting kicked out? After everything? Which leads to the must buckwild line delivered seriously ever: "Sensei, Assface has been loyal to the dojo"

Do you think these recruits were promised free classes? Like why would they leave their other sports for this?

Kreese's captain pulls his punch.

Johnny's photos 🤣

It is kind of sad that these are the only photos he has.

He doesn't have much from after high school.

Miguel, do you have any where you're wearing a shirt? (Great question)

🤣 What was this photoshoot supposed to be in-canon Johnny? Modeling gig?

Johnny why is this where your brain went?

and with baby oil. Miguel your work is cut out for you.

He goes for doing the same stuff Ali's into and take photos of him doing that. No to Yoga (even though somewhere there's a photo of Johnny doing yoga at his dojo in his gi with the season 1 yoga mom's) He will however pet a dog. You think the aquarium will let me get in with the dolphins? 🤣🤣🤣 We can fotomat it. (used to be a drive through photo development chain)

Miguel looks so tired, Johnny nicknamed him hot wheels. 🤣

Amanda and Daniel take their complaint to office Thompson.

Everything, so much is missing a lot of context. Welcome to the show Amanda.

Kreese is a green beret, silver star ("third-highest military decoration for valor in combat.")

They can't be within 500 yards of one another.

They were going to have to serve her the papers but she showed up before they got to it so she signs there at the station.

I think this is our first shot of Eli's grim reaper tattoo, that he had made when Moon broke up with him.

The way Kreese is like oh shit Hawk's pissed put away the points, let him go wild, this is fine. And the student puts the flags aside. This is a very Mike Barnes fight. It's literally just an all out assault. Brucks even asks him to stop and he doesn't.

Kreese even tries to quickly say finish him and Hawk tries to murder Brucks. Like Hawk didn't need to be told, he's already doing it before the words leave Kreese's mouth.

The fact Kreese smiles about it.

Even Tory looks away.

I can't believe Kyler stays after what Hawk did to his friend. Hawk even spits on Brucks.

Book!The Queen of Hearts by kimmery martin it's a romance medical drama.

Who taught this man to do duck lips and was it you Miguel? Do you regret it? I believe his next pose is supposed to be zoolanders blue steel

I think what I like about this is Miguel and Johnny are having fun. Even if it's like silly and whatever. Johnny rarely gets to actually have fun.

Miguel explaining a sushi dragon roll to Johnny. Johnny's waste of sushi was at Kitada sushi.

Tory works at Kitada sushi during the day and the roller rink at night.

Miguel pointing out how Kreese's: "If one of us gets hurt, we all get hurt." isn't comforting to the person who actually got hurt. Miguel's the only one in a wheel chair.

Tory: were you just going out with me to get Sam's attention (Girl, that was your idea)

Tory is helping her mom but also needs help. Which Tory takes as him saying she's crazy, but I think Miguel meant that she's a kid without a support system.

I think what I like about this is Miguel and Johnny are having fun. Even if it's like silly and whatever. Johnny rarely gets to actually have fun.

Miguel explaining a sushi dragon roll to Johnny. Johnny's waste of sushi was at Kitada sushi.

Tory works at Kitada sushi during the day and the roller rink at night.

Miguel pointing out how Kreese's: "If one of us gets hurt, we all get hurt." isn't comforting to the person who actually got hurt. Miguel's the only one in a wheel chair.

Tory: were you just going out with me to get Sam's attention (Girl, that was your idea)

Tory is helping her mom but also needs help. Which Tory takes as him saying she's crazy, but I think Miguel meant that she's a kid without a support system.

The LaRussos back to dealing with Armand. They made him chicken cacciatore. So they're paying triple to kick Kreese out (thankfully only affecting Kreese I guess) so Armand can then sell it to someone else and get double/triple ect the profit.

Armand's got his nephews Erik and Grigor to fight for him.

Miguel's first: QUIET

Miguel's pissed that Kreese got the dojo and Tory and Hawk think his sensei is weak.

Johnny needed Miguel to verbally kick Johnny's ass.

Miguel so pissed off at everything that he's standing.

That was a great answer, but because he's hanging out with Miguel and over thinking it for being too long he just sends. Not much, u?

Enterprise car rental advertisement.

Louie apparently started as garbage man in the break room and Anoush trained him.

Louie literally leaning down to try and better see the snakes that are somehow in all the cars. How did that happen without anyone noticing? Kreese literally just found out it was the LaRussos, unless he beat up Armand's nephews, sent someone over with the snakes, waited till it was done then called.

Open season on Miyagi-do students and the LaRussos. What Kreese has wanted since 1984.

It's one snake. Is it the mascot? Kreese, that was your pet.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

“It Must Have Been Love”

SUMMARY: You loved Touya, sure. But fading love as well as some other stuff led to your eventual heartbreak. WORD COUNT: 900+

WARNINGS: Implied cheating, crying, more crying, basically you cry a lot (please drink some water [Y/N]) (my computer fell onto my face as I was writing this like it wanted you to not listen to my advice- rude), love dying away, Touya kinda harassing you in an alleyway (but like I don't think it's too bad), uh best friend Yuuma being amazing.

A/N: I'm scared that I won't be able to write a good angsty fic for Touya so uh yes- Let's see if I succeed (as I write this I have like... 1/4 of it done(ish)) Also this is for a collab with @okkatsudon​ for their Somebody New Collab. Also heavily inspired by ‘It Must Have Been Love’ by Roxette (link here (also yes 80s songs <33)) A/N PART 2: I was on a vibe while writing and then I wrote four words starting with h in a row- like- damn- lmao- A/N PART 3: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

You sighed softly as you looked over the photo album that held all the photos of the past year. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you scanned over the happy images. The ones with you and Touya.

You knew exactly why you two broke up. Your love slowly died away. Touya was away just too often. You knew why, he had to try to defeat his father. But still... You just wanted him to give you attention. Maybe that was clingy of you. But hey, everyone wants their love. You were no different.

But then one day, you came home to a... Scene. Him and some other person. You didn't get a good look at either of them, just slamming the door as a soft sob escaped your lips.

That was the last straw; you stormed out of your shared apartment, driving to your friend, Yuuma's house. Thankfully, he let you in, holding you and letting you know that you could stay for as long as you needed. A relief. At least he wouldn't leave you. He rubbed your back gently, comforting you.

You had spent the night there, before going back to your shared apartment the next day. You walked through the rooms, grabbing all of your things. You sighed softly, dropping down and sitting on the bed as you closed your eyes. Your body was trembling, soft sobs escaping you. You didn't even hear the door opening, soft footfalls walking over to you.

Touya himself wasn't sure what to do as he stared at your figure, curled up in yourself. He wanted to reach out to you, wrap his arms around you and hold you close, but... He couldn't. Why? It had been so, so easy before. As easy as breathing. But what now? Where was the love for you that he had held close in his heart? Gone? He wasn't sure. After a moment, he just rested a hand on your shoulder.

You just flinched away when you felt his touch, moving your hand to hit him somewhat hard. Ouch. "...Don't touch me." Your voice was harsher than he had ever heard it. "You- I just- no. I'm leaving. And I'm breaking up with you." You got up, sighing shakily. You looked almost... Broken.

The male stepped closer to you, mouth opening to speak, but you just fixed him with a glare. "No. I'm leaving. And don't try to do anything." You let out a soft huff, glancing away before he could see the hurt in your eyes. "Go. Have fun with that- that person you were with yesterday."

His eyes widened slightly. "[Y/N], I-"

"Shut up. I don't have anything I want to hear from you, Dabi. Now be quiet, and let me get out."

The use of his villain name was what had hit him hardest. He wasn't Touya anymore to you. Just Dabi.

You shook your head with a soft sigh, holding two suitcases and a couple more bags as you lugged them outside, into your car. You got them all in before driving away, texting your friend that you were all right.

The turquoise-eyed male just froze, shaking a bit as he ran his hand through his hair. He hadn't thought that you would actually leave... But now that you had, he felt almost... Lighter.

You, however, were not. You had been a wreck for so long. Seeing the news that a certain cremation quirk user had gone into the League of Villains soon after the break up. Yuuma was there for you the whole time, which you were grateful for. Without him... You would've broken into a million pieces, probably.

You let out a soft sigh as you got up, shaking your head to get rid of the reminiscing. Yeah, you missed him... Wanted to be with him even more. The hollow in your heart could never be healed. Not really.

He seemed fine, though. Dabi seemed to almost be having fun, from what you had seen on the news. So what? It wasn't like you were hurting. Hating that this villain work made him happier than you ever could have.

And seeing him on a date with some other person on the news? That didn't make you jealous either. The twist in your heart was just because you ate something bad, and the tears in your eyes were just from pollen getting in them in the middle of winter.

You tried so hard to convince yourself that you were okay. So what was this? You stared up at Dabi, back pressed against the wall of the building in a narrow alley. The one time you had to go there, he was there.

"Fancy seeing you here, [L/N]." His voice was carefully calm, staring at you. Eyes devoid of emotion.

"Yeah, you too, Dabi. Just let me go, all right? Give me a break." Your voice was sharp, blinking back tears.

"What happened to us, [Y/N]?" Dabi's voice was soft, almost... Gentle. You didn't miss how he used your given name, either.

"Well, it must've been love. But it's over now." You let out a soft sigh.

"Really." His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, really. Now let me go." You grabbed his wrist tightly, pushing him away before turning around and walking away, closing your eyes and ignoring his gaze on your back. Ignoring how it made you feel. Because it really was over now. Whatever he made you feel. You could've been a perfect couple... But not anymore. It would never happen.

A/N PART 4: Kinda wanna write a Part 2 just to make this less angsty... But oh well. Because like I feel like Touya would've been sad as well (over time) so uh- yes. (But then again Yuuma was a very good "friend" (he likes [Y/N]) and the whole time I was writing this I was like "Dude go make a move??" but he was like "no <3" so uh- yes. My OC, he's a playboy, and he's like this. At least he's a good(?) friend?? What do y'all think-) A/N PART 5: Please don't go into alleyways because every time I write/roleplay something happening into alleyways, something bad happens- so yes. Please don't- A/N PART 6: Also what're the newscasters doing- they should be calling the police instead of taking pictures of the villain and his "hot date" </3 I'm crying over here please-

[dixons-sunshine]

A Girl Like You (Robin Buckley x Fem!reader)

Summary: Robin had problems with finding someone who'd want to be with her. First, she liked girls, which was a BIG no-no to most people (considering it was the 80s), she was super awkward and the one girl she likes would never like her back-or so she thought. One rented movie and strategically placed note changed her mind about never finding someone right for her.

Warnings: Non that I can think of. Please let me know if I should add anything.

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"Enjoy your day," Robin Buckley told the young couple in front of her, forcing a smile at them. As soon as they turned her smile faltered, watching as the guy pulled the girl closer to him, his arm around her shoulder.

'Why can't I be normal?' she thought, sighing as she saw him give her a kiss. She wished time and time again that she could make her attraction to women disappear, but alas, it didn't. And that complicated her love life a lot.

She was used to only being able to admire from afar, having to suffer the curse of a crush in dead silence, but something about you made it different this time.

All she wanted to do was to confess to you so that she could hold you, kiss you, do all the normal things that guys could do with their girlfriends, but alas, she couldn't. Not when she would be a social pariah. Not when she didn't even know if you felt the same.

No. That was a risk she didn't wanna take.

To make matters worse, the two of you hung out on a daily basis. With you working at the convenience store down the street from Family Video, the two of you spent your lunch time together. That was how Robin got to meet you for the first time.

Her lunch time had started and she had a hankering for a bag of doritos. As she was about to pay for it, she accidentally bumped into you, making you drop all your stuff.

She had apologized profusely, offering to buy you anything you wanted as an apology, but you simply smiled at her and told her that she could apologize by spending her lunch break with you.

And that's how the daily hang outs started happening. Every day at 1pm, she would meet you at the convenience store and then the two of you would sit in the alley way next to the building and talk. It was the part of Robin's day that she looked forward to the most.

Unfortunately, you were sick today, so she decided to spend her lunch break working.

"Hey, Robin. I didn't know you were working today," Steve said, approaching the counter.

Steve has been her best friend for over a year. Coincidentally, he was your friend too, so Robin would sometimes hang out with you-along with Steve- outside of your usual meet ups.

"Yeah, I am, because someone decided to tell Keith that it was their birthday and they shouldn't have to work," Robin said, rolling her eyes and turning her back to her best friend.

Steve laughed, going to grab the movie of his choice. "Don't be so mad, Robbie. I bet if I told you why I said that you'd be interested."

"Not interested."

"Not even if it was about Y/n?"

Robin visibly perked up at the mere mention of your name, turning hastily to look at Steve.

"What about her? Have you seen her today? Is she okay? Is she dying? Oh god, please tell me she's not-"

"Robin, calm down! No, she's not dying, but she is very sick. I took her to the doctor today. He gave her a week off from work to recover. Said something about flu or something. She asked me to come and get a movie for her," Steve said nonchalantly, handing the tape to Robin.

Robin's mood instantly went from worried to sad. She was glad that you were okay, but disappointed because she wouldn't be able to see you for an entire week.

This was gonna be torture for her.

"Hey, Robs?"

"Yes?"

"Not that you want my input or anything, but go for it. I think she really likes you. And before you deny anything, I know about your crush. Just go for it. Even if she doesn't feel the same, she'd never out you. She's a good person. Do with that information what you will."

Robin bit her lower lip, debating on what to do. Should she risk everything and confess to you? Or should she just compress those feelings and keep your friendship.

'Fuck it,' she thought, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something on the letter, before placing it in the tape's case.

"Here you go, Dingus."

Steve took the tape from Robin, saying his goodbyes and heading outside to his car.

Robin inhaled sharply, hoping that what she just did wouldn't end up to be the worst mistake ever.

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"There you are. What took you so long?" You asked as Steve stepped into your room, which was dark due to the raging migraine you had.

"Sorry, I was having a little chat with Robin," Steve said, closing your door to not disturb your parents who were downstairs.

"How is she?" You asked nervously. Even if it was only a day, you missed Robin. She became the best thing in your life in a short amount of time and that realization scared you.

You always wondered why you never had a boyfriend, or why you didn't have any sexual or romantic attraction to men in general, until you met Robin.

She was the sweetest, kindest, smartest woman you've ever met. At first it started out as a friendship, but somewhere along the way, your feelings for the girl started to blossom into something non-platonic and that's when everything clicked into place.

You liked Robin, in a way that people would deem you a social pariah if you ever were to act upon those feelings, so you tried to push those feelings down to the deepest depths of your mind. But as you hung out with Robin more and more, keeping your feelings in check became a lot harder than you expected. There were a lot of times you wanted to confess your feelings, but then you'd remember that she could publicly out you and make you the freak of the town.

And that scared the crap out of you.

"Hello? Earth to Y/n?" Steve said, snapping you out of the spiral you were sending yourself into.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked if you'd be okay with setting up the movie while I go make us some snacks?" He asked, gesturing to your TV.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." You nodded.

As Steve left the room, you got up to set up the movie. As you opened the case for the tape, a piece of paper fell from it. You picked it up, wondering who this was meant for.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you opened it up. You let out a small gasp when you saw that it was for you, and the letter was from Robin.

Y/n...

I don't know how to start this, but I'm too scared to do this in real life, so... Yeah.

I really freaking like you, and not in a platonic way. I like like you, Y/n. I like you so much, it actually hurts. And I know that, realistically, you don't feel the same, but I just had to tell you.

So, yeah. Do with this information what you will, I guess. I don't expect you to like me back, and I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship. I value our friendship too much and it would kill me if I just ruined everything.

Don't be too harsh on me, please?

Robin

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You couldn't fathom the idea that Robin liked you. She was so perfect and you were... You.

You knew that you'd be out of commission for another week or so, and you didn't wanna leave Robin in suspense, so you did what you could in that moment.

You wrote her a note back.

Just as you finished putting the note back into the case, Steve came back with the snacks.

"You're lucky you're one of my best friends, otherwise I would not have spent this much time preparing all of these snacks."

You chuckled. "I appreciate it a lot, Steve. Also, I'd really appreciate if you'd give this note to Robin tomorrow."

Steve looked at you in confusion, before ultimately agreeing. "Sure?"

"Thanks. Now, let's watch the movie."

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Robin had never been this anxious in her entire life. This was the first time that she ever confessed to her crush that she liked them, and it scared her to her core. On the plus side, you liked her back and the two of you could ride into the sunset together. On the downside, well...

She didn't even wanna go down that path.

"I come bearing gifts," Steve said as he finally came to work, two hours late.

"Oh, goody. Everyone's favourite person," Robin said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, don't be like that, or I won't give you what Y/n told me to give you."

That instantly caught Robin's attention. She leaned over the counter to see what Steve was referring to. "What did she wanna give me?"

Steve opened his bag, taking out a folded piece of paper. He handed it to Robin, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know what it says. All Y/n told me was to give it to you."

Robin looked at the piece of paper in fear, knowing that this was about to make or break her relationship with you. Not to mention that there is a possibility that her confession to you could spread like wildfire, and then bam! Social pariah.

"Well, are you gonna read it?" Steve asked, lazily leaning against the counter.

"Not with you here. You have work to do. If you think that I did your work for you yesterday, you are mistaken."

Steve let out an overdramatic sigh, grumbling as he went to go get a box of tapes he had to stack on the shelves.

Robin let a shaky breath escape her. Her hands were trembling as she opened the note you wrote for her. Reluctantly, she began to read.

I really didn't expect this. This was a huge surprise to me. Maybe because I thought that there was no way that you would like me back, especially since I thought your taste was... different than me.

But, Robin Buckley, the most beautiful girl I know, how about we go to the arcade sometime?

Y/n

To say Robin was ecstatic would be an understatement. She was smiling so hard that she thought her face would start to tear, her heart was practically beating out of her chest and she was slightly jumping like a toddler.

"What got you so excited?" Steve asked her, having an inkling suspicion about what it was about.

"You were right. She does like me..." Robin trailed off softly, holding the note close to her chest.

"That's amazing! I'm really happy for you. Now, at least one of us isn't a single loser anymore."

"Oh, please. You don't have to be single to be a loser." Robin said, grabbing her bag before rushing out of the door.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Steve called after her.

"You know where! I have a date to pick up!" She said, getting onto her bike.

Steve smiled as he watched her bike away, chuckling to himself.

"She does know that Y/n is still sick, right?"

[kittykat-25]

Ghost Of You

Basically I saw this post and thought of this one shot. Not related to anything I’m working on. Just a cute story that stuck in my head.🤍

Jess walked into the office at the graveyard, holding the ad for a job in her hand, “I’m here about the job you posted.” she said to the front clerk. He looked her up and down, “you want to clean the graves? At night? All alone?” He said with a wicked smile. “Yes.” She said looking bored. He gestured towards the door on the side. She walked that way and met with the director who happily gave her the job, sealing her fate. Truth be told Jess didn’t want to clean graves but for $80 an hour she couldn’t pass it up. It would help her pay for school and still have the time during the day for classes. Sure she’d have to figure out a sleep schedule but that was worth it for the money she’d make.

The next night she pulled up and met her boss who handed her a brush and bucket of water. “You can start at the back lot and work your way forward this week.” He told her and pointed to a forgotten section of graves. As he pulled out of the cemetery and locked the gate she walked the path towards the tombstones. As she made her way into the darker part of the lot she could swear she felt eyes watching her. Now Jess was never into the supernatural, she wasn’t sold on it but didn’t not believe. Convincing herself it was just an owl or other small critter in the tree she crouched down in front of the first grave stone, she brushed the leaves and dirt off running her fingers across the name, Augustus.

She grabbed the water bucket and brushed and gently scrubbed now wanting to damage the stone as it was already starting to crumble. When she was happy with how it looked she laid her hand on top of the stone closing her eyes for a minute to pay respect to the man who had died. As she moved on to the next grave taking the same care and consideration as the first. As she cleaned she felt more and more comfortable, playing some music and singing quietly as she cleaned she never noticed the gathering of transparent people behind her.

Week three of her job Jess walked back towards the back lot, feeling a pull towards Augustus’s site. The older grave markers here she had learned, as she came upon the back lot she pulled the bouquet of flowers out of her bag and a pair of scissors. Taking great care she cut the flowers from the burdened laid one gently on top of the stones. “I don’t think it’s fair that you five are forgotten. You deserve flowers as well.” She said laying one on top of the tomb next to her. An older one, lady named Lucille. As she turned to grab the other bouquet she found a pair of shoes standing there. “Oh I’m sorry.” Jess said standing up, coming face to face with an older lady and younger gentleman.

Face to face was more of a loose term as Jess processed she was looking through them and not at them. She stumbled back the man reaching a hand towards her to stable her. As his hand passed through Jess arm she felt chills through her whole body. “We just wanted to say thank you.” The lady spoke quietly. “For-for what?” Jess sputtered out. “For taking care of what’s left of us.” The man said, looking towards the grave stones. Jess turned following the man’s eyes, “Augustus?” She asked, not ready to believe what she was seeing. “It’s nice to finally meet you. This is Lucille.” She turned and looked at the older lady, “tulips, they always were my favorite.” Lucille said, hand brushed over the flower. “Mine too.” Jess said as she looked down at the bouquets. She spent the rest of the night cleaning, quietly conversing with the ghost who chose to come to her, Lucille and Augustus staying closely by her side.

The next few weeks of work we’re meeting the occupants of the cemetery. Many kind souls who thanked her and kept her company all night. Always by her side was Augustus, only gliding back when she would get into her car. Asking questions and getting to know her, she would often forget he wasn’t human and reach out to him only to find her hand passing through him completely. She had quickly come to love the company Augustus offered her, she had felt safe around him, a calm sort of peace whenever he was near. Most people’s assumption was the ghost were there to hurt people but these just wanted to be together, keeping her company. One night while she was cleaning someone walked into the graveyard, Augustus hearing them first, “Jess.” He called, alerting her of the people. She turned and found two men walking towards her.

She stood up, checking she had the pepper spray she kept on her was close by. “Can I help you?” she asked when they were within feet of her. She looked to her side, finding Augustus gone. “Dumb of them to leave such a pretty young thing out here all alone night after night.” One of the men said grinning, hand reaching towards her. “Who said she was alone?” A voice called from behind her. Jess turned her head and found Augustus and some of the other ghost walking towards her. Walking not gliding, their forms solid. She blinked surely she was seeing things. There’s no way. They men looked at her then back towards Augustus as he came up next to Jess. He took a step towards the man, forcing him back a step. The men looked around, seeing as they were outnumbered they ran back towards the entrance, fleeing.

Jess turned towards Augustus, “what-how?” She couldn’t form words. He smiled at her, “you were in danger I had to do something.” Jess looked up at his face, seeing it fully for the first time. His kind eyes lighting up as she looked at him. “I don’t understand, you look…” she paused, not sure how to word it correctly. “Alive? Human? Dashingly handsome?” Augustus asked laughing as he nudged her arm. “Now I wouldn’t go that far, I was going to say less pale.” She laughed reaching out to shove him lightly. When her hand met resistant, she looked up wide eyed, heart pounding as he reached his hand up to cover hers. “I don’t understand?” She said, still staring at their hands. “I don’t know either, I just wanted to keep you safe, I don’t know how long it’ll last.” He said his other hand brushing hair out of her eyes.

She leaned into his touch, then remembering the other ghost who had come to her aid, she turned; not letting go of Augustus. They were sitting on the grave markers chatting like normal. “Thank you.” She called, they all looked at her and nodded appreciatively. She turned back around. Augustus was looking at her, a gently smile on his face, “thank you.” She said quietly. He pulled her to him, wrapping her in a hug. She breathed in and felt the peace she always did when he was around, “I’ll always be here to keep you safe Jess. Even if you can’t see me.” Augustus said, she felt the grip on her loosen and was no longer met with resistance. Stumbling forward she looked up at the face of him, back in his permeable state. He smiled at her as turned and glided back towards his marker. The other ghost dispersing too as the sun came over the horizon. “Wait! Augustus!” she called after him. He turned and gave a small wave before disappearing completely.

A/N: well that was more than I was intending. Anywhoooo I should have part 2 of Golden Hour up either tonight or tomorrow🖤🤍 love you all

[madhattersez]

Retro Junk Haul

A few months back, I went on a journey to Kansas, which is -the- state to go to for antique shops that have good shit that has not been picked by a bunch of flippers... all for for ridiculously low prices.

So, what did I grab, my lovelies? THESE!

We'll start with a couple Star Trek figures that are awesome. First of all, you GOTTA have a LeVar Burton around. Also, a Ferengi, which I haven't really ever seen out in the wild before.

There's a real big Skulkor action figure that still spins like crazy, and a very thigh-gappy Jocasta.

The real cool one here is this super rare Crypt Keeper, though! I found him buried under bucket full of Barbies. Always dig in a bucket of Barbies.

I have been looking everywhere for these three exact Frightning Lightnings for years, especially the proper black version of Elvira's Macabre Mobile! YES. Also grabbed the Ecto 1A from Ghostbusters II and Stephen King's Christine.

There's a Space Channel 5 Hot Wheels car here, which I never knew existed, and a random A-10 plane, which is my second favorite plane. (B-17 first and always!)

There's more after the jump!

A dope Sailor Moon VHS with a sparkly, shiny Sailor Jupiter cover.

A shitty Shrek 2 puzzle. An original A&W frosty mug like I used to drink out of as a kid at Nu Way Café in Wichita, Kansas.

And a... suspiciously licensed Star Trek card game I have yet to play.

More Happy Meal toys for the collection!

I finally cracked and bought some of these Astroniks, which I hadn't started collecting yet because, like Mac Tonight, they are hard to get for a cheap price. I spent $15 on all of these in a single bag, though, so I almost have them all now!

A couple Roger Rabbit Disneyland viewers, a Fraggle Rock... cucumbermobile? And a Hamburglar I did not have yet.

Comics! Radio Shack TRS-80 Whiz Kids books are hard to come by.

Some various Archie pals, and other random thangs.

The sealed, vintage Bozo the Clown party game was a ridiculous $3.

And magazines. I'm a sucker for 'em.

G.I. Joe and Wizard. Hell yes. So much material in here to clip for future collages!

Story books - These Masters of the Universe covers go HARD!

Also, a Power Rangers book for 50 cents. Can't turn that down.

...

Now, the final amazing find... Something I have been wanting for years and years and years. Decades, even!

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS SHIT?!

Finally! My very own Nintendo R.O.B. in fantastic condition!

I need to grab a few more parts (probably from the Japanese version to save money) before I test him out to see if he works, but I don't even care if he does - I will display him and love him and scratch his head and give him little smooches forever and ever.

[alt-writes-stuff]

So, Look alike brothers!au facts! (Yes, I’ll keep that name):

Kenshi (Big!Izuku’s new name) and Izuku have 6 years of difference, with Kenshi being the oldest, obviously.

The fic will have like, “two” plots: plot A is the present, the events of UA where Izuku is 14-15 and Ken 20-21; plot B are flashbacks talking about Izuku’s and Kenshi’s past, their kidnapping, escape and what happened in the 1 1/2 years since they were taken away. Izuku is 4-5 and Ken 10-11.

After coming back “home”, being Izuku’s universe, Ken stays with him because 1. He wants to be sure Izuku is safe, 2. He distrust adults, specially Izu’s parents due to Ken’s abandoning and forgetting him (you know, ✨Trauma✨), 3. He doesn’t want to go back to his universe and 4. He got attached to his younger self, so he doesn’t want to leave. Sadly, a few months later after they’re back, something bad happens and Kenshi runs away, both in fear, regret and self-blame, no longer being able to be around. (I’ll left it here bc, spoilers)

Church and Ken banter and fight a lot, so much that they look like siblings. Ironically bc he doesn’t fight a lot with his actual sibling.

Their fights go from important stuff, like decisions, to stupid and petty stuff like “is spaghetti with penne actual spaghetti or not?”. This kind of stupid fights became pure entertainment both in the Midoriya household and the UA staff room. The only way that can be stopped is that A. They come to an understanding or B. Mama Midoriya gets in with a slipper. Otherwise they can go for hours.

Oh yes, I almost forget this, Kenshi gets a job at UA. He’s not a hero, in fact, he’s a freelancer. So he gets hired as UA’s new security.

Nezu, after adding All Might to the teacher’s roaster, had the feeling that having the no1 hero in your school will bring a lot of attention, so he wants to hire someone new who can keep a close eye on anything bad that could happen. So Ken takes the job for two reasons: 1, being able to spent more time with Izuku and 2, now that he’s back at home he needs a more “stable” job, instead of you know… travel between dimensions and get hired for a lot of things.

Izuku doesn’t get One for all. In fact, is Mirio who gets it. Izuku instead is helped by Aizawa (who he mets before UA) and by other heroes in becoming the first, quirkless hero.

Kenshi is OP, no joke. I’ll get into more details about his powers in another day, but the two most important are Breach and Alchemy.

Breach allows him to travel between dimensions and universes, possibly predict the future due to probabilities and constants and variants from other timelines/universes, teleport, make things come out of nowhere (like weapons, food or vehicles)* and have a pocket dimension where he stores stuff. (*kinda like Elizabeth’s powers from Bioshock Infinite).

Alchemy… think like FMA. At first it has the same range of abilities from Edward, but then it mutates to the point that it can add more electrons and protons to an already existing atom (example: adding 66 electrons/protons to Aluminium to make Gold). Yes, it breaks logic and the whole “matter cannot be created nor destroyed” but like, Breach took that power and amped it up to 80.

Apparently, Alchemy was supposed to be his birth quirk but something in his dna block it from appearing.

Izuku’s hair was originally green, but he dyed up the roots black. Same has Kenshi, but his hair originally was black, he dyes the tips green, making his hair mostly black, dark green.

Ken is insomniac, due to many nightmares related to Alpha’s torture and fragmentation by The Director, so he doesn’t sleep very often. Resulting in eye bags that will give Aizawa a run for his money.

This fic is mostly inspired by “Deku? I think is some pro” from @/myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown and one called “Atrapado en el abismo” on wattpad.

[abubblingcandle]

i saw your recent post and i haven't read the snippet yet bc i got distracted by you saying it was hot and i think you're european right? so no AC? as someone who lives in the southeastern US, allow me to bestow some comfort tips for unreasonable summer temperatures without air conditioning. apologies if you know all this already or anything, but i'm currently surviving one of the worst heat waves i can recall in my 40+ yrs of living in the ass end of the devil's swamp so i'm a little zealous about making sure nobody is dying of heat

(my credentials are that the heat index was over 110F - 43C - every damn day for over a *month* even central air can't keep up my house hasn't been below 80 since early june)

at night, open at least two windows. put the fan in front of one of the windows, with the back facing the window, so it'll suck in cooler air. warmer air will get pushed out the other window. even better if you have two fans, have one sucking in from one window and one pushing air out the other window

during the day, keep the windows covered as much as possible and overhead lights off. i have blackout curtains for this. i have also put aluminum foil (shiny side out) on the windows like those windshield covers before. it worked but was a pain in the ass to put up and take down

wet several t-shirts and stick them in the freezer. rotate accordingly while lazing about indolently like a freeloading lion (seriously those mfers are thee worst)

ice packs on pulsepoints. wrist, groin, neck, wherever you can strap a bag of frozen peas i don't judge

keep ice water in a spray bottle and mist yourself in front of your fan for evaporative cooling. un-iced water will help too but obviously iced gets you maximum relief

the bowl of ice in front of a fan has never worked for me because it's way too humid here but depending on your humidity you could try it

i sleep with ice packs and a towel covering my pillow because the pillowcase getting sweaty is a sensory nightmare and the towel is somehow less horrifying

popsicles (i'm assuming that's what an ice lolly is?) are excellent keep it up. also to counteract the effects of sweating your balls off, you can sprinkle a little salt on the popsicles. i do this with the watermelon ones

if you are subject to the horrors of boobs in a heatwave, my remedy for swamp tits is to adhere panty liners to the part of the bra that goes under the boobs. because nobody wants swamp tits (i might also have been known to put a bag of frozen peas in my bra you do what you gotta do)

liberal and self-indulgent amounts of whining. it won't make you any cooler but at least you're sharing the misery

You are an absolute angel. Yeah I'm a northern Brit so no AC (I have taken to hiding in coffee shops where there is AC but unfortunately they ... you know ... close) and my body functions on the belief that anything above like 12C is t-shirt weather and anything above 25C is dear god no weather so I am truly not built for this 🙈 I once spent one day in 40C and it was the worst experience of my life so I could not do what you're going through!

So tips from someone who has to endure worse than this and regularly are super appreciated 🧡🧡

Some of these I did know but some of them sound like real good shouts. Unfortunately the damn health and safety of my flat means my windows open only a teeny tiny and I have slatted blinds but foil over is a super good shout.

I don't know why I hadn't thought of freezing wet t-shirts. Cause the problem I was having was wet tshirt then just turned into warm and still wet tshirt. Hence sitting in front of the fan because it then stayed cooler but frozen ... yes

And omg yes for wet pillow sensory nightmare, just had to say, yes makes my skin prickle.

Popsicles are ice lollies yes! I'm currently on a mix of strawberry frozen yoghurt ones and these absolute nostalgia on a stick

And the whining is required. Me and my dad have a daily chat and today's was talking about how shit England were in the football and both of us going "what did you do today?" "Sit about because it is too fucking hot" "Yeah me too"

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ANOTHER TRIP TO THE FAIR

From the archive, the second time I chronicled my adventures at the local book fair.

     When I attended this year’s annual Planned Parenthood Book Fair earlier today the first thing I noticed was that there were no demonstrators picketing at the fairground entrance this year. I was a little surprised by that, but I thought maybe “Occupy Dayton” had drawn all the politically active types and there was no one left to demonstrate against responsible adults who choose to plan their lives with children as opposed to simply rolling the dice after a drunken bender. I’m sure the movement could’ve bussed in some demonstrators from Troy or Piqua, but I guess they couldn’t be bothered.

     I arrived not long after the fair opened, and the turnout seemed light, so I was looking forward to a pleasant couple of hours spent browsing the tables in the gymnasium before I dragged my loaded bags over to the refreshment stand for my annual Pepsi. (I passed on the hot dog this year. Now that I own a wiener dog again it seemed politically incorrect.)

     As I do every year, I immediately made a beeline for the tables against the wall with boxes of records. Not much competition there. Just a woman who looked lost, and an old man crowding the classical and easy listening sections. But this year’s selection was lacking and I came away with just three LP’s. I bought a Duster Bennett LP on Blue Horizon because of his association with Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac. I also picked up a Gordon Lightfoot set of his early recordings on United Artists, and a George Jones collection on Musicor which featured the “newly minted” Mrs. Jones – Tammy Wynette – on the cover. Choice titles, but definitely a case of quality triumphing over quantity this year. I left the Boots Randolph, Al Hirt, and Herb Alpert records for the other over 50 guys who seem to have an affinity for guys who play horns. And, yes, the same Dixieland records that have been at the fair for the past 14 years are still there. You can also still get those Reader’s Digest boxes of classical favorites if you hurry. But bring a wagon. Those things weigh a ton.

     By the time I left the record tables, the gym was full of cheapskate readers like me looking for bargains. It’s as if a bus stopped at the gates and dropped them off at the same time. The tables had all been rearranged from previous years as well. So my map from 2004 was suddenly irrelevant. I’d just have to wing it.

     My first stop was at the Poetry table because it was directly across from the records. I found a complete collection of John Donne’s English poems for just 80 cents. I’ve never read John Donne, but Van Morrison recommends him highly (“Rave on, John Donne”), so I thought he merited some investigation. Next, I made my way over to the sports table where I jockeyed for space with a crippled man. I assume he’d been a star running back for some high school team in the area, but suffered an injury in the big homecoming game of 1959, and his knee never fully rehabbed properly – hence the limp. But his passion for sports was intact – so much so that I couldn’t get eyes on much of the selection there because he was hunched over it, blocking everyone’s view. I didn’t spot any books with the name Cleveland Indians on it, so I moved on to the History & Politics table and that’s when my bags began to get a little heavier. Library of America publishes all sorts of great literature and history anthologies and I discovered one that collected the writings of Abraham Lincoln. It was in very good condition and at $2.50, I couldn’t pass it up. Those books are $35 brand new. It will share space on my shelf with the Washington, Jefferson, Paine, Grant, and the Revolutionary War titles I already have in the series. I also picked up a book titled The Russians because I’m interested in Russian history. And I found – for the fourth consecutive year – a William F. Buckley title I had never seen, Cruising Speed. I’ll buy anything I don’t already own with Buckley’s name on it. But I’m still not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat any longer. I guess I’d label myself a “conservative anarchist” at the moment. I wonder what “Bill” would make of that? There was also a book of Bill Mauldin’s “Willie & Joe” WWII army cartoons that I couldn’t pass up. I learned about Bill Mauldin from my dad who told me he read his cartoons when he was in the service during that war. Since Veteran’s Day was Friday, it seemed appropriate. If you’ve never seen Mauldin’s work, I recommend it highly. I did manage to pick up one trick at the history table that I’ll try and remember for next year. There was an old man – probably in his mid-70’s who was standing in front of me at the table, and dragging his feet a bit. I cleared my throat because I needed to, and he immediately moved to the opposite side of the table. I assume he took my throat-clearing as a veiled threat. That’s not what I intended, but I liked the result. So I’ll use it again next year if necessary. (I’m sure I could’ve taken him without a struggle. Although he might’ve tried to whack me with his walker.)

     I had only minimal success at the People table where they keep the biographies and memoirs. I found a copy of Edmund Wilson’s book The Thirties which I thought might be good since England spent a good part of that decade watching the Third Reich and prepping for war.

     There wasn’t much to be had at the fiction tables either. I bought a paperback copy of Joseph Heller’s Catch 22 because it was the edition that was out when I was in high school and originally intended to read it. I prefer mass market paperbacks to the larger trade paperbacks, and except for the Lincoln anthology, everything I bought today was a mass market paperback. So I guess my trade paperback copy of Catch 22 can go in the sell pile for Half-Price Books.

     There was a man whining to his friend at the Fiction table about the concrete floor (beneath the wood) in the gym causing his legs to ache. So I moved on to the Classics tables to escape him. The way I figure it, if you’re lucky enough to live in a city that has a book fair where you can get a year’s worth of reading material for about the cost of a half tank of gas, you ought not to be complaining – at least not within earshot of me. Because I’m liable to find my old buddy from the history table and have him deck you with his walker.

     In any case, it was the classics tables that did the most damage to my wallet. I picked up a collection of short stories by O. Henry – and not just because I love his candy bar. I got Saul Bellow’s Seize The Day, Robert Penn Warren’s All The King’s Men, three more books by Albert Camus – two of them essay collections, another collection of essays, also, by Jean Paul Sartre, a novel by Kafka titled The Castle, Sanctuary by William Faulkner, a book on the Salem Witch trials, The Devil in Massachusetts (not to be confused with another book with that title about Mitt Romney’s time as governor there). And, finally, three books of plays: Edward Albe’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf ?, published the year Burton & Taylor did the film and featuring them on the cover, a collection by Henrik Ibsen which includes A Doll’s House which I’ve always wanted to read, and William Faulkner’s play The Long Hot Summer which was turned into a classic film.

     I even found a Christmas present for someone who shall remain nameless in the event that person might be reading this.

     I got all of that for under $26, American. I had my Pepsi (minus the socially insensitive wiener), waited in line to be checked out, and dragged my two bags of booty to my car. (My arms are still aching. Next year I’m going to hire dwarves to carry my books. I understand they work cheap, and are often discriminated against. Win-win for everyone.)

     It was all for a good cause. I made my financial contribution to Planned Parenthood, and I vowed once again not to impregnate any woman in 2012. (A very large group of women just breathed a collective sigh of relief.) Let’s face it. If you want to continue to be able to do things like visit book fairs and browse at your leisure for two hours, not to mention actually have the time to read the books you bought once you get home, kids are just not a good idea.

© 2011