#( ANSWERED ) : LOTTERY TICKET & YOU JUST LOST.
Text
Missed Connections
older!Eddie x f!Reader
We are in a new town with drifter!Eddie, he's in Oregon and it's the mid-2000's. He survived the Upside Down and has been traveling ever since, carrying his wounds with him. There is no "monster" action in this, as with the other drifter Eddie stories, there isn't even any smut, but I love thinking about him, and I wrote this purely for myself, and maybe two other people. Eddie is in his late 30's to early 40's, and reader is over 30.
18+ONLY, MDNI, mechanic!Eddie, alcohol consumption, mention of scars and depression, loneliness, mutual crush, surprise ending
wc: 1.6k
On the outskirts of town, just before you could catch the highway in either direction, there sat the only gas station for 20 miles. The tiny mom and pop market behind it housed various essentials including lottery tickets, deep fried corn dogs, and booze.
The liquor store was a separate entity, but a part of the same building, which made for one hell of a convenient stop, and over the past year, it had become a part of your routine to drop by after work every Friday.
It wasn’t long before you noticed him, the guy with the long hair and wallet chain with bats tattooed on his forearm. His work boots were scuffed, and he wore a long-sleeved flannel in the winter, but by the time spring came, his button-up, heather blue work shirts gave you a view of the rest of the ink and scar tissue covering his arms. One day, when he was going in, you were coming out, and he held the door for you. He had silver hair at his temples, and a thin white scar on his cheek that tugged down his eye a bit. The patch on his pocket said Eddie.
Another month of Fridays went by. You were lingering in front of the rows of bottles, humming to Hank Williams being played over the sound system, wondering if you wanted to try a new vodka. Maybe the coconut flavored one would change your life? A bit of fizz and perhaps you could close your eyes and pretend you were on that vacation you’d only been able to dream about for years.
“‘Scuze me,” the deep whisper was so close, it made your heart somersault.
It was that Eddie guy again, stretching his arm out long in front of you to grab a pint of Jameson. The fact that there was plenty of room for him to go around and get it without interacting was not lost on you. You took that opportunity to inhale a sharp breath, noting the hints of motor oil to match the dark stains under his fingers and in the creases of his knuckles. A touch of sandalwood softened with vanilla and nicotine, and a secret other thing you couldn’t put your finger on.
“My grandpa loved Jameson,” you mumbled, keeping your attention on the clear booze.
Eddie scowled curiously, searching your profile. “He had good taste.”
You offered a tight grin, not sure what else to add. You’d been alone for so long, you were starting to forget how to interact with people, but the clunky gears in your mind registered that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. He did have a silver hoop piercing in one ear, though, and a few days' worth of scruffy beard growth.
It startled you to find him chilling on the sidewalk, lighting a smoke just outside the door.
“Have a nice night,” you hummed politely, beelining for your car.
The lit cigarette bounced between his lips as he spoke. “Same time, same place? Next Friday?”
With your driver’s door open in front of you like a shield, you paused to look at him. All the months you’d been crossing paths, you’d never caught him smiling before, but just then, one side of his mouth curled up and a dimple popped in his cheek. An unusual warmth crept through you, and you bobbed your head a few times to answer his question.
When you got home that night, you sat outside in your car and bawled into your open hands. Your life had been spiraling out of control for a while, and every so often the dam burst when you least expected it. You didn’t have any tissues in your car, so you blew your nose on an old fast food napkin and wished you could afford to relocate and start a new life. You wondered if Eddie was lonely, if he ever sat on the couch watching TV, wishing he had friends, wondering where all the years had gone.
You’d been wallowing so hard in your misery, you didn’t hear your mother stomp out onto the sidewalk. “ARE YOU COMING IN?” She shouted it, as if you were hard of hearing and had no neighbors. “The damn remote is broken or something. I can’t figure it out.”
Staring glassy-eyed at nothing, you took a deep, withering breath that made your lower lip tremble. Another weekly ritual of yours was to show your mother how to use the TV remote and listen to her tell you how tired you looked.
The next Friday, you were running late from work and only caught sight of Eddie driving out of the parking lot. It was then you realized that you didn’t really need anything at the market that day, so you wandered around for too long before settling on a Snapple and a few of their cheapest scratch tickets. You did not win anything.
He was late the next week, but your skin flushed with excitement when you caught sight of him zooming in off the main street in his beat-up work truck. When he came in, he scanned the store until he found you, and then you both picked up items nearby and pretended to be interested in them.
You shifted too close to one of the shelves and knocked a row of tampons to the ground, cursing as you fumbled to pick them up before anyone could stroll over to investigate.
When you stood to full height again, your Eddie had vanished. Maybe he’d gone to use the restroom, you had no clue, but now you had a box of super plus tampons in your hand that you actually needed to buy, along with a few other things in a shopping basket on your arm, and you wanted to check out before he returned.
Ten minutes later, he was still MIA.
What the hell were you planning to do, anyway? His truck was still there. Months of nothing but a few words and goofy stares was all it would ever be. Just a silly little corner market crush. Get over it.
You decided to start your car up and hit the road.
But your engine had other plans.
You pumped the gas a few times on the old Chrysler that used to be your grandmother’s, asking for her help from beyond the grave.
“Please, please,” watching the door to see who was coming out, you tried the ignition again.
The engine cranked a bit, and then nothing.
You tucked your chin to your chest, about to lose your shit right there at the corner market parking lot.
But then
there was a knuckle tap at your window, and for some reason, you weren’t surprised to see Eddie standing there. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail that day and he was still wearing coveralls like he’d been in such a hurry to leave work and had no time to change. Chocolate eyes were concerned as he made the universal sign for you to roll your window down.
“Won’t start?” He rested his hand on your side mirror. “Want me to take a look at it?”
One thing about you, it was nearly impossible to accept help of any kind, especially from strangers.
“No, I—” you tried the key again, knowing you’d get the same result. “I’m sure you have other places to be.”
“I got no place to be, I promise you,” he wanted to help, but he was also weary not to force himself and make you uncomfortable. “I’d be happy to help.”
“I’ll just call triple A,” you flashed a nervous smile.
“If you’re sure,” he bit his top lip and gave an awkward thumbs up before heading back.
Eddie sat back in his truck a second and thought about it. It didn’t take long for him to jump back out and go over to offer you the use of his flip phone, in case you didn’t have one. Maybe he’d think of some other clever thing to say, but probably not.
He found you in the same position, both hands gripping the wheel, a catatonic look on your face.
“Hey,” he waved as if it were the first time seeing each other that day.
“Hey,” you gulped. “I’m really glad you came back.”
“You are?” He cocked his head, jaw muscles tightening.
“Yeahhhh. I don’t have triple A,” you let out a strangled, self-deprecating laugh.
“Is the engine turning over at all?”
You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head, and by the expression on his face, you could tell that was not a good thing.
With a deep breath, he glanced from you to the hood of the car, hooking a thumb into his pocket. “Well, we might have to tow it to the shop so I can get a better look at it there.”
“I appreciate it, but I can’t afford—”
“It’s on me,” he shoved both hands all the way in his pockets then. “The guy that owns the shop, he owes me a favor.”
Fucking right Lou owed him a favor. He owned him like 20. He'd been busting his nut sixty hours a week, while simultaneously keeping quiet about the illegal chop shop that Lou ran out of his second garage. Not to mention Eddie had never asked for a handout or so much as a day off in the eighteen months that he'd been there. Plus, Lou did not want to meet Eddie's bad side.
"I can change your oil, rotate your tires, make sure everything else is running okay."
You sought his eyes for reassurance. The neglected heart inside of you didn’t know what to do with the generosity.
You were grateful he'd opted not to lift up your hood right then and there. It would've been pretty easy for him to sleuth out that the distributor cap was missing, and those didn't just vanish out of thin air. For now, it was in your bag, and you'd find a way to get it back on eventually.
“Do you want to wait here while I go and get the tow truck, or do you want to ride with me? I'd love to buy you dinner, if you're hungry."
110 notes
·
View notes
Text
◇ Huge Sukuna headcanon AU ◇ (cuz I'm crazy)
English is not my native language. It was originally written in Russian, so it is very difficult to translate it correctly, since there are a lot of slangs. And I’m also talking damn nonsense, that’s why.
DO NOT TAKE EVERYTHING WRITTEN SERIOUSLY!!! THIS ALL WAS WRITTEN WHEN THE AUTHOR WAS UNDER METH!!!♡♡♡♡♡
I hope you stay alive and read this to the end.
AU! Our time
Well, what... About the base?
◇About 40-45 years old, mentally - all 70.. (he just tired) No wife, no family, everything is according to the canon.
◇It’s worth paying a little attention to his appearance (Kukukhuhuh):
1) I’ve seen a lot of art on AU Sukuna (I’ve seen a lot, a lot...), I really liked the theme with the patch on the right eye, so let’s take note. Most likely, either he has some problems since birth (Ehehe.. Let’s leave the topic of an unwanted child due to a congenital pathology?))), or he successfully lost it in one of the stabbings (that’s how he met Uraume..)
2) Huge bruises under the eyes. With age, wrinkles also appeared there. The eyes are sleepy, sometimes capillaries burst.
3) His skin is rough and rough. A common problem is peeling; in winter it’s completely out of whack.
4) AQUILINE NOSE (big noses, I like big noses..)
5) He is tall. Very. 190+ exactly. But this is not just a cruise ship, it’s a whole tank. The same guy who is the envy of all natural jocks. Something between a mesomorph, and maybe even an endomorph. The fact itself: there is a lot of muscle, but not dry. In all the right places, as they say...Ahhhhh. I won’t write you the muscle mass ratio and fat percentage, sorry. Where did it come from? Well, look at his true uniform. (Moreover, there were jokes on the Internet that he was on a mass gain after the illustration for the exhibition came out. Eh...They just didn’t deserve him, they were jealous) A strong, good man, I give it a like, without a ticket to my bed. You can consider yourself to have won the genetic lottery. Little nasty bug.
6) It’s obvious that in some places there are scars (a scar on the stomach, where his mouth is, according to the canon), burns... There’s all sorts of things there, in fact.
7) Tattoo? YES!
8) I also saw a couple of heads on Sukuna the boxer, he was included in the heavyweight category. I COMPLETELY AGREE, THIS IS A FACT.
9) In general, he is a typical cat-person. Like..he is so tiger 🐅
10) He also squints often. His gaze is empty, but in his head there is a whole construction site.
====
Okay, I didn’t come up with anything else about appearance, you can figure it out for yourself. Let's go big already.
◇Philosophy of life? Sukuna adheres to that same “hedonism”, EGOISM, that everyone somehow misses when they talk about Sukuna’s philosophy. He doesn’t believe in your metaphysics; sometimes nihilistic tendencies slip through.
◇Remember his hobby? FOOD. And this thing has been preserved. He doesn’t deny himself anything, an ever-meat diet. Proper nutrition? Diets? Wtf, what? He don't know what. But he’s also an eater, he won’t eat everything, he’s very selective. High quality, three Michelin stars. (In general, the topic here is this... In the Heian era, he ate people, right? So, he mainly gave preference to the meat of women and children, since their meat is more tender due to a higher percentage of fat than that of men. Juicy, to be honest)
◇Eh...Would he be Hannibal Lector? Would you eat human flesh? Answer this question yourself. But it's interesting.
◇He has a very specific taste in food
◇What does he do in life? OHHOHO, SO. This is where the juice begins.
Please just keep in mind that this is all a fat joke.
◇We all know very well that Sukuna loves battles, fights, fighting, wars... He loves physical contact very much. Because of this, there is a head that Sukuna could have been involved in wrestling, in particular, boxing or jujitsu, but I have an opinion that Sukuna simply would not have lasted long, or would not have started a career at all. Well, how...
1) If we assume that he was actually involved in wrestling at one time, then his “career” ended after the first major championship at the age of about 20-25 years. In short, everything is simple: during the first round he almost killed his opponent (HAHAHAA), it came to resuscitation. Of course, Sukuna is a tough fighter, but no one expected such meanness. How was he even allowed in? Well, we thought about making money, but Sukuna’s adrenaline was stronger. He never returned to the ring. By some miracle he was not convicted (or rather... They wanted to, but Sukuna was faster). By the way, it must be said that this is not the first time Sukuna has smeared someone on the floor. But for some reason he always got away with it. It didn’t work out here... He wasn’t very upset, to be honest.
Did you think that he would receive penalties cards? No. There are 100% problems with the law. I just decided not to do hardcore.
2) From here I could already talk about the second half of his cheerful life, but I must say that Sukuna, I think, would not go into big sports at all, since it requires a lot of organization, and besides, a lot restrictions. Even MMA is NOT fighting without rules. Elementary. Sukuna has very good stamina, as well as willpower, it’s just... He couldn’t get enough of it. He doesn’t chase fame and success, he’d like to get a thrill from a fight. You can’t just leave training, you can’t do this, you can’t do that. He is simply an excellent virtuoso and improviser who adapts perfectly to the situation, BUT! Only if he WANTS it.
There is a very simple formula: "I can, but I don’t want to. I'm lazy, I'm not interested." Sukuna is not an organized person at all, and if he behaves like this, it is clearly not in good deeds.
3) You can skip this part, but I liked this idea. First I came up with it myself, then I also found headcanons with JJK teachers, everything coincided.
◇It seems to me that Sukuna could become an excellent historian, I don’t know why.. The topic is this: as a cover, he could randomly choose a profession (purely because his history was going well, but he had already improved his dorm life, when he was detained in the police stations for several days)
◇He doesn’t believe in God, but God believes in him, so Sukuna passed the exams well. As I say, he very smart and capable, if only I had the desire.
◇ I’ll quickly go over it:
1) I didn’t want to teach at a university, but at a college - why not. He doesn't like teenagers, but he likes to mock them.
2) He is constantly late for lectures. He swore at his directors when they put the history first. As a result, on Thursday the history is only 50 minutes long.
3) We must give him credit, he talks SO INTERESTINGLY, it’s just crazy. Here you will either listen with your mouth open, or fall asleep to his voice (sorry, I couldn’t resist, phew. In this case, he will come up and knock on the head, like “Who’s there?”) 😭😭😭 (AZAHAZPH)
4) He talks like he went to Moscow with Napoleon, then he judged the Decembrists, then he was in Petrograd at the revolution, then he and Stalin thought about how to defeat the browns, and he also sat together with Goering at Nuremberg... I think there’s no need to even mention the process of battles in the Second World War. He wrote everything down in a notebook while he was in the trench. In general, it's tough.
5) Despite all the charm of the above, he has a terrible memory for dates, so even his students don’t bother with it.
6) Do you want a test? Buy him an expensive bottle of red wine, then he MAYBE will consider your offer (yes, of course he will, he’s just showing off, he’s not interested in that at all)
7) After the first month, the students began to suspect something. You know, mysterious, like a perfume set (russian proverb). Like that same physical education teacher who always hangs out in the back room (local joke...). The smart ones guess, but the smartest ones have already made inquiries, they just remain silent, since Sukuna, in fact, is respected and feared by teenagers (in a good way). It’s a pity that the love is not particularly mutual...Uh.
In general, you understand. But what does he do anyway? He became a teacher in order to divert attention from himself. Decent citizen, but is just some kind of grouch <3
It's time for us to go into his natural environment. Crime)
Here everything is based on:
1. Pleasure, risk
2. Money. Just to live large.
It all started with Uraume (here also Uraume is “they”, so you can consider it either a man or a woman. Whatever you want). According to the canon, Uraume is a cook. It’s the same here, but with a surprise.. In general, Uraume “cooks”, and in Russian, he makes interesting preparations...)))(EMHAJAJAJJAAHPA0, WHAT IS THE PLOT OF “BREAKING BAD”, AZAHAHAHCH I’M DEAD Okay, just give me a chance)
◇Sukuna knew his comrades so well that he learned about Ura’s affairs only after 8-9 years of acquaintance (Forgive him).
◇In short, Uraume cooks well, and also studied at the chemistry department. Uraume had a purely monetary question; they didn’t use their own product (and I don’t advise you to, otherwise you’ll later invent such garbage like I did)
◇ – What is this? - What do you think? Sukuna narrowed his eyes. - And you decided not to tell me about it? - And I didn’t hide it. Just why extra attention to yourself? There was silence in the room. - Listen... - Sukuna, don't- - LET ME FINISH. ◇ Uraume had no options.
◇Every drug dealer needs his own "sportik" (This is what we call those who punish or kill people who hide drugs). Well, you understand, right...?
◇Well, that’s how it started to spin and spin. Moreover, it was Sukuna who opened the doors to the darkest places. Accordingly, he himself stood up very quickly, and even the dog would not dare to growl. Hello, black market. The only problem is hiding all this from the police + there is not enough imagination on how to launder the money, but the business itself is going well and wonderful. Sukuna also managed to be a hired killer in the dark spaces. He lives a very happy life, he likes it. Finally able to use fighting skills. Hooray.
◇ Sukuna once even showed interest in “cooking” while watching Uraume. You will be shocked, but he does a great job. Wow.
◇Well, not really. It seems to me that Sukuna is either a pure humanist, or with an admixture of biology and chemistry (everything was reinforced there along the way). But algebra, geometry, physics - well, no. I was ready to fight to the death with one guy from the faculty of Physics and Mathematics, because they stood and proved what is generally more important in life. I think his name was Gojo...I don't know.
◇ The only thing he can do from this is count money and interest.
◇The same person who will walk into the room, be silent for 5 minutes, and then sigh and “I, you know, what I think...”. He will tell you the whole course of philosophy, and then he will also express his opinion. I advise you to remain silent, not breathe loudly and listen carefully.
◇Law of the universe: if Sukuna is nearby, then with a 99% probability something will fall, break... Or maybe someone...
◇ Law of the universe: if Sukuna is nearby, then with a 99% probability something will fall, break, or break. Or maybe someone..
◇MAKE IT TO THE HIGH FASHION! He really knows how to dress with taste. You can’t tell from him, since Sukuna, like Tyler Durden, destroys everything, but he still understands art, aesthetics and style. And you will find out this in a completely unexpected way.
◇“Combining green and yellow in the interior? What squalor...”
“Mmm... Like Baroque”
◇Prefers dark and deep colors: black, burgundy, red, emerald, purple, ocher, etc.
◇ He loves Japanese painting on clothes, although most often he wears plain ones. But he has one or two kimonos. How is this painting technique... Yuzen?
◇Despite the fact that he has large hands and fingers, he has well-developed fine motor skills (a useful skill))
◇Doesn’t go to the GYM and makes fun of those who go there. Real men should knock out brains and teeth! (He just somehow saw that Gojo and Yuji’s change were going to the gym. That’s where it came from)
◇He, of course, could become some kind of powerlifter, since his physical capabilities allows it, but he doesn’t want to. Does he even want anything other than to kill and ruin the lives of others? (NO)
◇He met Kenjaku through Uraume
◇Sukuna calls Kenjaku a freak and a pervert (f*cked, to be more precise) because of his strange humor (Believe me, Sukuna is not far off, like...Kenjaku jokes about necr0philia, and Sukuna about cannibalism)
◇ I sleep and see: two grandfathers are sitting and trying to tell jokes. Only Uraume is unfunny...
◇Sukuna has some problems with sleep, and it doesn’t matter whether he sleeps a lot or a little, 3 hours or 12. He often dozes. (Sleepy kitty)
◇ Head from school: Sukuna had no friends at all before college, and there’s no point in talking about friends. One against all, all against one. In the last year of study, he changed place of study because he almost threw a classmate out of the window, and he also received a concussion.
◇He hated team games. Do you get upset when you are accused of playing poorly and causing your team to lose? Pf. In the first few games, Sukuna deliberately threw the ball anywhere, and he himself took it away from his team, passing it to another. And it makes no difference which team.
◇ He was not respected, he was feared. And rightly so, they were afraid. He could really kill
◇In fact, his social skills are poorly developed, he simply does not consider it necessary. In college, he got involved with Uraume, and that was enough for him. Cosy.
◇By the way, according to the canon there is no wife or children, it’s the same story. We must pay tribute - he did not touch women, unless he killed them when it was necessary for “work”. Sukuna himself is a very attractive man, but 85% of women were afraid of him, the remaining 15% tried to somehow flirt with him, start communicating, but Sukuna 🤨❓️ then showed such contempt that these women developed complexes for the rest of their lives.
◇ He never took call women (prost|tute), he is above that. He generally has the vibe “woman, keep your hands to yourself”, “don’t embarrass yourself” ◇ He can respect you if:
A) You are very smart
B) You are very strong
C) A and B together
He will definitely praise you if he finds you something interesting about you and your business (unless you are Yuji)
◇You can challenge him, just don’t be too stubborn, keep silent again, otherwise your new accessory will become a crutch.
◇I remembered the phrase of one man: “It doesn’t matter whether you are a woman or a man, I will beat you the same way.” This is he.
◇HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE. This is a constant. Will never take responsibility for another person. The only thing he will do is solve Uraume's problems, or just see how people cope. Independence is the key to a good relationship with Sukuna.
◇Content is content, but let's be honest, according to the canon, Sukuna is a very selective frame. This one is boring and not interesting, but this one is weak, and this one is annoying. In general, you won't please. I don't believe that Sukuna could fall in love with someone at all. It's amazing how most of the people here portray him in fanfiction. Well, he wouldn’t start this “subdue and rule” thing, he would immediately take your head off your shoulders. You should be on an equal footing with him, if not superior. Of course, he will fight for dominance, but he definitely values both physical and mental strength. In this regard, absolutely adequate and objective. The most important thing is to have something to praise for. And when someone crawl on their knees in front of him...Why the hell do you doing, you rag? We figured it out.
◇ At one time he used headphones very often, almost 24/7. Moreover, he turned it on purely for the background, without any purpose.
◇In general, he has no goals, only a path. And he does the right thing.
◇Frequent periods of “I don’t want anything, I won’t do anything.”
◇He has 2 states: either he does nothing AT ALL, sits on his ass, or he is a nightmare to everything and everyone.
◇He knows how to speak civilly, but only during some important negotiations. He himself is taciturn, sometimes he makes some obscene remarks. But once every few months he can give out some beautiful poetic remark. You hit the jackpot (“Moonlight helps me to see better how pathetic you are.” Oh, what a romantic)
◇He doesn’t like sweets, but it seems to me that he would like oriental sweets..Turkish delight)
◇A fan of Japanese and Kazakh food
◇He smells of "oldspice", heavy cologne, tobacco and sweat.
◇If he were an animal, he would definitely be a tiger. One big cat. Predatory, but with grace. Just like that.
◇He rarely responds to messages, but if he does, he gives out such a bunch of text, just so that you get tired of reading it all. He writes very quickly. But then again, in real life he's just quiet and grumpy.
◇A bunch of bad habits. It’s just one bad habit (but we’re not going to give it up, right?)
◇Gege Akutami once mentioned that he liked the performance of K-POP group MAMAMOO, in particular, Hwasa was the main shock. In short, if Yuji likes Jennifer Lawrence, then Sukune’s fatal luxury is Hwasa (I just really love this woman myself). He doesn’t listen to K-pop, he just likes her (hips don’t lie, friends..)
◇He would listen to either rock/heavy metal. I can also bet on darkwave, experimental, or maybe something with traditional Japanese motifs. Or maybe even a classic. Who knows..
◇He constantly carries all sorts of chewing gum with him.
◇It seems to me that he is one of those very people to whom you will say: “I went *somewhere*”, will not glance at you, and will remain sitting on the sofa. But after 30 minutes of your journey you will feel that something is wrong..(he is trailing behind you). Cause? He's bored.
◇ His main mission in life is to scare people until their hearts stop. No, just imagine: you’re standing in the kitchen, not bothering anyone, and suddenly a 2-meter big guy squints and slowly picks up a knife. And then he begins to walk towards you with a medium step. Your actions? (Spoiler: subway surf begins) And for realism, it will even leave a cut on your back. <33333 I luv this man sm
◇He clearly has some kind of jokes with physical contact. Pinches, pokes. Bruises are guaranteed.
◇110% organized all sorts of underground fight clubs.
That's all. The fantasy is over. I caught the cringe and laughed. It was fun and enjoyable.
Thanks
#sukuna#ryomen sukuna#jjk sukuna#sukuna jjk#sukuna headcanons#sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk headcanons#sukuna hcs#sukuna my beloved#sukuna ryomen#sukuna true form
31 notes
·
View notes
Note
BPP I have been thoroughly wrecked by Yoongi. HIS VOICE? HIS CHARISMA??
My god. He's been your bias since debut?! You're strong woman. How did you do it?? One concert and I'm ready to bear kids for him. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
/gen
*
Ask 2: I'm sorry!!! But look at this!!!! twitter com/sujimschim/status/1652517741226790913 looolll I think army's gonna be okay (pun intended lol) Sorry I think I'm having a post wlive high right now. lol Also did you hear about that insanely lucky army who got Yoongi video on their phone AND got to sit next to Jimin during the concert?! Like WOW. I'm amazed. Isn't that harder than the lottery?? lol Ok I'll really stop. Have a good night!!
*
Ask 3: A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD
*
Ask 4: Yoongi looks SO GOOD IN WHITE T WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAYYYYYYSSSSSS?!@#@!K?!@! THANK YOU JIMIN FOR SCOLDING YOOOONNNNGGGGIIIIII!!!!!!!!!
*
Ask 5: I love how Yoongi sticks to his first iteration of Sorry for being cute choreo. That choreo is becoming a lore of its own. yoominforlife lol Also OMGGGG his concert haegeum performance is gonna be LIT. I personally really love the name of the song and all the word play that's hidden inside it
*
Ask 6: i want to fuck yoongi till the paint peels off the walls i need to suck his thick fat cock clean empty, gobble his midas balls till i gag and after that read him my deontological critique of neitzche's assertion that god is dead. because god is well and truly alive and i just sucked his balls dry. i was lost and stupid in the wilderness of my ignorance of his divine hotness. i doubted your mind for your esteemed love for him. i was foolish but he has made me a believer. i want to be shoooshed by yoongi. then fuck him till he blacks out. consensually.
sorry. pls don't hate me bpp yoongi just drives me so fucking insane.
*
Ask 7: D-Day tour setlist is INSANE. Banger after friggin baanger Bpp! Have you tried to rank Suga's songs before? All his solo songs too can you rank them Bpp?
***
Hi Anon(s),
Anon in ask 2, your link. And yeah, that person was super lucky. 💜
I need to confess to y’all. I caved and got myself an earlier ticket. Usually, I buy my tickets for later in the tour to give myself time to calm down and adjust. I’d have spoiled the setlist for myself, listened to it ad infinitum till the lyrics were ingrained and my hormones were in equilibrium. But this time I couldn’t wait till the Cali dates, (still going). I had to see Yoongi tonight.
And Christ, I have ascended.
I know I will not be coherent, I’m already trying to self censor as I write , but I want to get this out here because many of you have sent me asks about him, some I know I can’t post ever, so I’m hoping someone else gets it whatever it is I’m tying to say.
…
Yoongi is so beautiful.
Yoongi is a rock star, and I mean that in a literal sense. He makes rock music, thinks like a rock star, and sings like a rock star. His live renditions of Amygdala are the perfect example of this. Pairing screamo rock in the chorus with the guitar solos in the outro, everything about Yoongi's vision for that song is centered around liberation, a value that's inherent to a rock star.
*
(Yes. That’s the objective correct answer.)
I laughed reading all your asks btw. (Anon in ask 6, I see you, I get you, and I don't judge you.) Ranking Agust D's songs is impossible for me. My personal taste is screamo rock and dirty trap or drill, I like songs with distinct percussion, lots of guitars, and/or distortion, voice cracks, autotune, etc. Artists like Nirvana, ONE OK ROCK, Kendrick Lamar, Twenty One Pilots, and Jimin give me bits and pieces of that sound, but no one in BTS knows how to scratch that itch for me better than Yoongi.
He’s just the right kind of insane to speak my language.
The duality that shimmers around Jimin like a mirage and is central to his magnetism, where you can’t be sure of who, what, exactly you’re looking at - man, woman, child, king, snake, panther, cat, metal, silk, fire, ice - all in one. That duality, lives in Yoongi’s music.
It’s elsewhere too, but it lives in his music. Even underneath all of that, he just makes some of the best music around.
That beat change at the end of Shadow? That's music tailor-made for me. Cypher Pt 3, AGUST D (the song), What Do You Think?, Trivia: Seesaw, the live performances of HUH?! and Amygdala are a revelation. All his music sounds perfectly made for me.
I honestly have no choice but to love him.
(I have no words when it comes to Yoongi.)
I won’t exactly rank his music here. I’ll discuss some of my favourites based on things like production, message, flow, feel, etc. Maybe.
Production
724148
This song is criminally underrated. I mean it's a crime more people aren't screaming from the rooftops about how crisp this track is. Listening to 724148 was the first time it really hit me how brilliant Yoongi is as a producer.
So Far Away ft Suran
You need to listen to this song on good speakers. It will change your life for the better. Do that, then come back here and tell me how you feel.
Burn It ft MAX
You know, when I heard the live performance of this song, I called a friend to help me re-calibrate my speakers. To recreate that feel. The production on the song is insane. Not to mention Yoongi's flow in the second verse.
Amygdala
The guitars are placed and layered perfectly. I love how forward the drums are in the mix. The autotune is one of my favourite things about it too. The entire song is perfect.
Daechwita
Am I the only person who hears the same static in the song intro that continues faintly in the foreground for the entirety of the song? As though you're entering a glitch. It's so sick. The main/central beat doesn't vary much, all the texture comes from Yoongi's adlibs. And he does an excellent job elevating it to something more.
*
(It truly embarrasses me that I cannot allow myself to talk about him. He’s that… much.)
Flow / Delivery
You've all seen me go on and on about Jimin's vocals. About how much Jimin's voice is the catalyst for ecstasy when I listen to BTS's music. But Yoongi's voice affects me just as strongly, if not more, in a very different way.
I’m a sucker for the kitten. That insane high pitched thing he does drives me to the limits of my sanity. But he’s also a natural baritone. A nasty one at that. You can hear it in the music he makes. And that’s my kryptonite.
Have you listened to HUH?! Like, really listened to it? Do you hear his flow from 1:08 - 1:15?
youtube
Do you hear how disgusting this brat is?
Fuck.
Let’s just move on.
Some favourites where his flow, delivery, switch-ups, is frankly ridiculous:
Shadow
Burn It ft. MAX
AGUST D
HUH?! ft j-hope
Cypher Pt. 3
Aside, the instrumental of this track, along with Cypher Pt. 4, Dionysus trap remix, Danger MMA 2019 version, and We Are Bulletproof Eternal, is incredible.
*
Feel
Honsool
Making a list based on pure vibes, Honsool has to show up. Yoongi captured the unmoored, untethered feeling of drifting through haze, distilled and crystalized into Honsool. Genius.
Give It To Me
What Do You Think?
HUH ft j-hope
Tony Montana ft. Jimin
I'm a sucker for the grit in their voices in this song. The live version specifically.
(He’s such a problem for me y’all…)
*
Not to get into this, but he also does sweet, poppy songs too. Some faves being That That, Amygdala, People, Trivia: Seesaw…
He is a true artist.
And nothing is hotter than that.
*
Message
I started writing this long paragraph about the themes in his music and stopped because I’ve really gone on long enough. I’m barely keeping it together here. I just saw him lose his mind with happiness at the ARMY who disguised her iPhone as a Samsung. That wide smile on his face is still replaying in my head. I’m happy he’s happy, because he’s made me so happy.
Anyway, some fave tracks I reach for, for their message:
5 - Strange ft RM
4 - UGH
3 - Snooze ft Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung
2 - Amygdala
1 - People
In a class of its own, I have to mention The Last. That song is a reckoning and wake up call. It's everything and I'm forever proud of Yoongi for making it.
*
Have y’all imagined what the concert will be like in 2026? Have you really sat down to think about what it could look like? Because I have. And it looks like pure bliss. No matter what is happening in the world at that time, I must see BTS.
It’s a decision I made last June, but Yoongi on this tour has breathed fire into that desire. He’s made me want him, crave his sound, daydream of his music playing in my head…
If I could I would’ve sued this man already.
Anyway, Anon in ask 1, welcome to getting wrecked by Yoongi. He is layer upon delightful layer of loyal, creative, tortured beautiful genius hovering just on the edge of insanity. I’m hopeful that he completes his tour as planned, enlists as planned, serves as planned, and is discharged and back to BTS as planned.
In the meantime, I’ll fully enjoy the time he’s spending with us and the music he’s making for us. I’m happy y’all are joining me in this too. 💜
#yoongi#min Yoongi#Agust d#Suga#BTS#d day#d day tour#And fuck Hybe with their fuckass dynamic pricing
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
let's have a hard talk. these insufferable takes on AI are not advancing the discussion. the discussion was miles beyond this "takes work from artist" "consumer boycott must be the answer" dead on arrival poor substitute for an analysis, years ago, when timnit gebru got fired from google, for making what is now, because of her, the trivially obvious observation that large datasets may be too large to manually analyse for bias.
like congratulations. you have hit upon the point of capek's RUR, origin of the word robot, from a hundred years ago. were you going to take another point from back before the dust bowl or was that it? it's not just automation that takes surplus value from labor, it's any increase in efficiency. this is the first textbook feature of the economic model we're living under. luddites genuinely had more sense for nuance when the loom threatened to extract value from their labor at a pace never before seen. this is not that. luddites were producing textiles that people actually bought. you aren't.
aside from that, the implication that this is on par with like, a museum heist, or art forgery (both of which are, by the way, through a lens that includes class analysis, badass) is laughable. you are not selected for exhibition by making posts online, you are participating in a social medium where your continued pageviews are the source of advertising revenue. you are not bourgeoise, you are proletarian. your deviantart was search engine optimized to the point that it was trivial to pull five billion carbon copies of you off google images with like a two-line API call. you are not unique, you are one drop in a lost generation's renaissance. maybe if you don't want your work "stolen" you shouldn't be posting an endlessly reproducible digital copy to the world wide web? it's been seven years since twitter killed vine for trying to set the precedent that collective action can produce wage, can we bring back that level of foresight yet? or are you happy settling for tiktok because they deign to curate a ""creators fund"" for white heterosexuals? go buy a lottery ticket
i've said it before but this is a structured argument, presented to you with two neatly-collimated "sides," one that says every possible piece of data should be available for free for capitalist class to build automation out of it, and one that says pirating endlessly reproducible goods belonging the capitalist class should have harsher punishment. this is intentional, not unique, not new. it's the perverse dialectic of capital. you can only argue a side that benefits it.
the absence of nuanced intersectional perspective here is embarrassing. beyond that it's painfully obvious people are taking it personally, as if you had any chance to make rent as an artist, regardless of what procedural generation or neural networks might do. it's a selfish, blindly individualistic, mass manufactured wholesale bargain basement opinion, one that does not serve to advance any collective good, because it's based in the pipe dream of suddenly jumping three tax brackets to become bourgeoise. beyond that, doesn't it cheapen your art to only ever make saleable products? beyond that, it's painfully obvious none of you have ever tried using a neural network. from computer science or statistical perspectives, these constructs are novel and fascinating (or, the advent of cheap processing power sufficient to allow decades-old theory to flourish, which let's be honest, this power relies on an exploitative global network of rare mineral resource extraction and high precision manufacturing, which is yet one more topic i haven't once seen broached in the months this stultifyingly dull conversation has been ongoing.)
blaming a novelty for the ills of capitalism is nonsense, and it's not why luddites opposed the loom.
and let me just tell you, working with a code construct also does not improve your chances as an artist, which is the main point i wish i could get across. aside from the absence of intersectionality there's also an absence of class analysis, in which context it's, again, painfully obvious that no capitalist has ever cared one whit about art. even when they deign to take on a patronage it's as a backhanded PR stunt, like the unpaid notre dame roof pledges, to offset the ill repute they've accrued from extracting value for personal gain, while contributing nothing except the directive power their birthright of wealth gave them. this is the main critique i had about age of surveillance capitalism -- zuboff seems to think a return to ford-era capitalism, where the rich bothered to endow museums (to curate what they exclude) or pay a livable wage (in order to recapture it as sales), would solve the fundamental problem of value extraction from labor and natural resources for the barefaced sake of the profit motive. unremarkable and unsurprising for tenured faculty of harvard, how else would she sell books? but for some foolhardy reason i expected better from my peers.
your aspirations of small business aren't going to flourish if you suddenly got everything you claim to want and they banned every code construct from competing with you. you are not in competition with capital. you are nothing to it, it will kill you in total indifference without blinking, surely you ought to know this by now, it will bus in scab slave labor from prison to ramp up production despite a boycott in solidarity with a strike, and it's going to remain this way as long as capital survives. whether or not an algorithm or a network or an artifice is involved is irrelevant to the fundamental problem that it's a winner-takes-all game that ended before you were born. unless and until you want to start challenging the police that uphold the state or the insurance trust that pays to replace its points of failure, you're doing surface level armchair analysis on a problem that only the extremely online care about. arguing over what color of icing is on the cake you're never going to be eating while you starve for lack of bread.
and like... i get it. after the pandemic that we're still going through, you want to refocus on the things that really make you happy. but i've got to say, refocusing on art until you starve because you didn't manage to figure out self-sufficience during a recession is a sad way to die. perhaps you should consider the necessity of survival as a precursor to contentment. and to be clear i am saying this specifically because i care whether you survive and because i am interested in the artworks you are making or in your future potential. but you can't focus on that to the exclusion of all else, dog eat dog world and that means every day i have to see someone get ate. now for the last time, for god's sake can you stop yelling "this is because of code constructs" every time a dog eats your purported art commission revenue because it's really hurting MY purported small business revenue, selling products of code constructs,
35 notes
·
View notes
Text
Interview No.0 - Dante
[The footage starts with them both in what seems to be a truck. The interior of the bus is unkempt, with articles of clothing and empty food containers on the floor.]
Montgomery: “I’m excited. Are you? I mean, nobody has a chance like this one. I’m practically shaking, lookit.”
[The camera pans to one of Montgomery’s trembling hands, while the other held a microphone and a notepad.]
Montgomery: “Are you recording right now? Come on, you’re gonna waste the footage!”
Camera Man: [Unintelligible]
Montgomery: “Lucky. Not rich. I hadn’t tested the luck that far, yet. Tell you what, after all this, let’s go get a lottery ticket. We'll see how far my luck goes, alright?”
[The camera footage cuts before starting again in a dilapidated area. It seems to be the Backstreets of District 4. Montgomery and the Camera Man cautiously approach what seems to be a large train. It’s covered in blood.]
Montgomery: “So those rumors were true… That’s insane. Who could drive this thing into a crowd of people and sleep peacefully at night?”
[There's a noise of people in distress. There’s a sudden flash of light, and it goes quiet for a few moments. The camera adjusts accordingly.]
[The camera abruptly cuts again. It starts again, now with a little lost context, but Montgomery still manages to catch the other man off guard.]
Montgomery: “G-Good evening, sir…! I'm Montgomery with Ladybug News. We're here for the scheduled interview with you. Are you Dante?”
Dante: <Oh- That was today? Hold on- Er... Hello. Yes, that’s me. It is a pleasure to meet you.>
Montgomery: “Are you busy right now? We can come back later.”
Dante: <No, no. That won't be necessary. Let us speak in private… As private as we can be, out here.>
[Dante leans against the blood-soaked train. It makes a slight squish sound. It disgusts everyone, but they continue anyway.]
Montgomery: “... Well, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Everyone has been curious about the new company ever since the previous fall of L Corp.”
Dante: <You’re welcome. I am happy to clear up anyone’s suspicions about the Company. We are always happy to answer any questions people have about us, what we do, and what our company is all about. With that, you may begin when you are ready.>
Montgomery: “Of course, of course. You're one executive manager of a branch we were able to get a hold of. And... Well, tell me about yourself, Dante. We'd love to get to know you!”
Dante: <Alright, let me see. I am the executive manager of Limbus Company. I am one of many executive managers in my sector. My job is to direct my team as they go through the ruins of the fallen previous corporation to get resources and EGO equipment.>
[Dante pulls out a small first aid kit from his coat to show off to both Montgomery and the Camera Man. He quickly puts it away.]
Dante: <I also carry bandages with me at all times in order to help take care of my crew. How’s that?>
Montgomery: “Wow, you sound like you care deeply about your employees.”
Dante: <Well, I do. It’s more than just money and profits to me. Of course, should they need it, I can also be very strict with them. That comes with being the executive manager of the company.>
Montgomery: “Good to hear. Why did you join Limbus Company?”
Dante: <... I don’t remember.>
Montgomery: “You don’t?”
[The hands on Dantes's clock face spin rapidly once before speaking again.]
Dante: <This was the only place that would hire me. Next question.>
[Montgomery awkwardly looks back at the camera before continuing on.]
Montgomery: “Okay... Tell us about your education.”
Dante: <I have a Communication Degree.>
Montgomery: “Fancy. What for? Did you plan to work in media?”
Dante: <I wanted to be an actor.>
Montgomery: “Elaborate on that a little bit.”
Dante: <No.>
Montgomery: “... Alright. These next questions should be less extreme. What are your thoughts on your employees? Do you have any favorites, being the manager and all?”
Dante: <Hmmmm, my favorites? I’d have to say I have a few. My favorite sinners are… Yi Sang, Don Quixote, and Faust. They are some of the most trustworthy sinners I have ever worked with so far and I truly enjoy spending time with them. I also enjoy spending time with Ishmael and Rodion during off-time, as they both are a good company to speak with. Of course, I love all my employees equally, these are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.>
Montgomery: “How do the others describe you?”
Dante: <Well, my employees have a lot of different opinions about me. I try my best to take good care of all of them. I am either hated, loved, or respected by my sinners, and they all have different descriptions of me, if you ask them.>
Montgomery: “We're planning on holding interviews with the other sinners. Do you have any advice on how to talk to them?"
Dante: <Advice… Er… Don’t overstep your boundaries. Even I don’t know how to speak with them most of the time.>
Montgomery: “Thank you for agreeing to our interview on such short notice! We'll inform you when we release this to the public.”
Dante: <It is my pleasure to have been the one interviewed! I hope that the public sees us in a more positive light when the interview has been shared. With that said, it has been an honor to be able to answer your questions.>
[Montgomery looks over to something off-camera. He looks unnerved.]
Dante: <Is something wrong?>
Montgomery: “Um... That guy with the red gaze staring at us... Is he with you?”
[Dante looks over, the camera quickly pans to look over at the said man. The man quickly looks away.]
Dante: <That’s just Vergilius.>
Montgomery: “He looks terrifying.”
Dante: <He means no harm.>
Montgomery: “We should get going.”
Dante: <Would you like to speak with him? I’m sure he has something to say- >
Montgomery: “No- No. Thank you, we’re good.”
[The recording abruptly stops here.]
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
i was tagged by somebody for another wip whenever but it has since been devoured by my notes so uh, tagging anybody who wants to play but also @wild-houseplant bc i recall you liked this au:
Hawke had been doing what repairs she could to herself while Isabela was outside, and Isabela took a moment to take it in as she climbed back up into the RV. The damage to the artificial skin across Hawke's nose had apparently been judged as a lost cause, because she'd left it untouched and was instead tinkering with the inside of her wrist, where Isabela could see the top layer had been burned away to reveal wiring and a dull chrome chassis.
"Looks like you need a good spitshine in there. I could help you out with that," Isabela said after several long seconds, unable to bear the quiet any longer. She'd never been good with silence, it always made her feel itchy under her skin and liable to say whatever first popped into her head just to break it.
The tiny screwdriver Hawke had been using skittered across something that was probably important as Hawke jumped. Isabela's lopsided grin turned into a wince as Hawke looked up. She noted that there were spots of color high on Hawke's pale cheeks that had nothing to do with battle damage from Tal Vashoth raiders, and everything to do with being flustered… or afraid.
"Please," Isabela answered the unasked question with a laugh that wasn't echoed in her eyes, and waved a hand at Hawke's wrist. The nose still looked convincingly human enough that she could see how Hawke would have assumed it would still pass, but the wires and metal bones? Not so much. "You can't honestly think I'm surprised by all this, can you?" You've spent the whole trip tiptoeing around while waving every secret you have in my face like the winning lottery ticket. Why wouldn't I have figured it out by now? Give me some credit, at least." That was of course not going into the fact that she had already long since known said secrets before the journey had even begun, but Hawke didn't have to know that.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
"The End of Time part 2" thoughts
happy valentine's my bf and i ate indian takeout watching this ep and both teared up when wilf saluted the doctor. there is so much going on here
so we open on the time lords convening and one of them says "the doctor still possesses the moment" a detail i did not recall. i can't wait to get to "day of the doctor" and track the throughlines. there's a seer predicting "gallifrey falls" again i say. apparently many people in the time war just die over and over on repeat, which is rough. rassilon describes the doctor/master relationship as "enmity of ages" their impact.
the master taunts the doctor about wilf saying "your dad's still kicking up a fuss" and wilf says "well i'd be proud if i was" it hurts me. the doctor calls donna his best friend and then says "you could be so wonderful....you could be beautiful" to the master hello? girl? the master says "i don't know what i'd be without that noise" and the doctor says "wonder what i'd be without you" HELLO??? GIRL??? the doctor tells the master he's dying and the master snaps back "this body was born of death, all it can do is die" we love inevitability!
so we get THEE laugh, the one repeated on echo from the last part, and it's the moment where the master realizes the time lords planted the drumbeat in his head. that's the moment that plays in everyone's head, the realization
ten and wilf are stranded in space. ten says he's 906, meaning only like 3 years have passed as ten?? the fucking second doctor was 450, two doctors (and two had more life to live after that convo) had 450 years and ten had THREE?? damn this bitch was busy. he and wilf trade war stories. wilf says they must all seem so tiny to him and he says "i think you look like giants" then he gets all melancholy again. "sometimes i think a time lord lives too long" yeah dude i remember lazarus too. he refuses wilf's gun until he realizes the time lords are coming back and then he SNATCHES it up
star wars ass scene shooting missiles out of the sky. wilf says basically it's okay if they're about to die but please tell him. ten does not say anything and they crash to earth instead. rassilon and the other time lords come back and everyone says exposition out loud. one of the dissenters was the woman who appeared to wilf in visions last ep, she clearly recognizes the doctor and the doctor clearly recognizes her. wilf even asks at the end who she was and the doctor doesn't answer. prevailing wisdom 10 years ago was that this was the doctor's mother but i don't think i believe that. if she is anyone we've met before, it's 1000% susan. before the war he was a father and grandfather and now he is NEITHER!! but he is STILL A DOCTOR!! it's rich to me. i want to ask russell if this was supposed to be anyone in particular i'd give anything. "vale decem" plays a little when they lock eyes
anyway the master shoots rassilon w force lightning for making him this way and they all get exploded i think? they all disappear anyway, time lock restored, just the doctor lying in a broken heap on the floor. wilf is locked in the radiation room and the doctor screams and cries and throws up knowing he has to save wilf (or feels like he does). "my reward" and all that. this doesn't really feel like rose to me, i'm not sure where this attitude comes from. closest analogue i can make is eleven snapping in "a town called mercy" where he even references the master as one of the lives lost because he showed mercy. he does save wilf tho, of course. he engages in his favorite pastime of "dying of radiation poisoning" and goes on his farewell tour
martha and mickey are married which is bullshit. he sets jack up with alonso which is cute. hi sarah jane and son. he stops by donna's wedding and gives her a lottery ticket (winning) w money he borrowed from her deceased father. wilf salutes, crying, and we both choked up watching. ten says "i'll see you one more time" did russell know? did he know. i'm glad it was true at least. then rose and jackie!! it's new years 2005!! i bet you're gonna have a great year!!
ood sigma plays him out. "vale decem" in full swing, it's a banger of a track. iconic "i don't want to go" and eleven's introduction by crashing his on-fire tardis. this episode was a wreck and made no sense. it's amazing and i love it dearly. gonna try and do a specials/era retrospective in the airport tomorrow
1 note
·
View note
Text
A Dorothy Parker Quip for Every Occasion
On the 50th Anniversary of her Death
By Emily Temple June 7, 2017
If you were a certain kind of teenager (bookish, mouthy), you may have memorized literary quotes—quips, perhaps; zingers even—as a kind of social armor-slash-weapons kit in your spare time. If you did, doubtless you taught yourself at least a few phrases once spoken by Dorothy Parker—acerbic critic, witty drinker, sharp-eyed essayist—who died fifty years ago today at the age of 73. Parker is probably best known for her caustic repartee and suggestive rhyming lines (some of the most famous of which are apocryphal, alas), which is fair enough—everyone loves a good one-liner—but she’s also a fine prose stylist, and I highly recommend at least a few hours spent with her Constant Reader column in The New Yorker, in which she reviewed books, more than often negatively, from 1927 to 1933. (Bring back the pan, I always say.) Parker’s columns are like candy: read one—even a review of a book you’ve never heard of, it doesn’t matter—and you’ll be compelled to read the next. Unlike candy, however, these are not bad for you. Neither is anything else she wrote. As for her martini-fueled insults, well, the jury’s out. Either way, on the fiftieth anniversary of Parker’s death, I am writing to encourage you to embrace your inner teen and memorize some of her excellent quippage to use at your earliest convenience. Some suggestions below.
For buying lottery tickets:
“I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.” (The Paris Review)
For Friday nights:
“It’s not the tragedies that kill us, it’s the messes. I can’t stand messes.” (The Paris Review)
For standing in the corner at parties:
“Their pooled emotions wouldn’t fill a teaspoon.” (quoted in Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker)
For missing your deadline, answering emails, calling people back, etc.:
“Too fucking busy and vice versa.” (quoted in The Unimportance of Being Oscar by Oscar Levant)
For being asked for writing advice:
“If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second-greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first-greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.” (originally published in a review in Esquire, 1959)
For riding the subway in New York City:
“Not just plain terrible. This was fancy terrible; this was terrible with raisins in it.” (quoted in Chimes of Change and Hours by Audrey Borenstein)
For chiding that one friend who makes too many dumb jokes:
“There’s a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.” (The Paris Review)
For talking to people who owe you money:
“To me, the most beautiful word in the English language is cellar-door. Isn’t it wonderful? The ones I like, though, are ‘cheque’ and ‘enclosed.'” (quoted in Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker)
For turning down a proposal:
“By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is,
Infinite, undying.
Lady make note of this—
One of you is lying.” (her poem “Unfortunate Coincidence”)
For overpriced restaurants and/or pretentious people:
“[T]ripe is tripe, even though it be served with every recommended precision of elegance.” (from a review of Elegant Infidelities of Madame Li Pei Fou in The New Yorker)
For when you hate a book everyone else loves, and you know you’re right:
“But on second thinking, I dare to differ more specifically from the booksie-wooksies. . . . For years, you see, I have been crouching in corners hissing small and ladylike anathema of [author’s name here—in this case, it’s Theodore Dreiser]. I dared not yip it out loud, much less offer it up in print. But now, what with a series of events that have made me callous to anything that may later occur, I have become locally known as the What-the-Hell Girl of 1931.” (from a review of Theodore Dreiser’s Dawn in The New Yorker)
For Monday mornings:
“To my own admittedly slanted vision, industry ranks with such sour and spinster virtues as thrift, punctuality, level-headedness, and caution.” (from a review of Sinclair Lewis’s Dodsworth in The New Yorker)
For leaving the party early to get into the bath (also, truncated, for use as a solid insult):
“It has lately been drawn to your correspondent’s attention that, at social gatherings, she is not the human magnet she would be. Indeed, it turns out that as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, she ranks somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.” (from a review of Favorite Jokes of Famous People in The New Yorker)
For book events:
“My life and my arms are now and hereafter consecrated to the services of the Society for the Abolition of Charm. . . . There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.” (from a review of Debonair by G.B. Stern in The New Yorker)
✍️ 📖 📔 📙 📜 📕 📗 📙 ✍️ 📘 📚 📒 ✍️
Top 10 Dorothy Parker Quotes - Gracious Quotes
👇 📽 👇
youtube
https://youtu.be/rU26PqKCmog
✍️ 📖 📔 📙 📜 📕 📗 📙 ✍️ 📘 📚 📒 ✍️
Bette Davis does Dorothy Parker reading, and does Vince Edwards
Aug 31, 2018 More rarities… preserving golden age TV. Always the best quality available. Some items may be on the Net somewhere in bad public domain condition, with frayed edges and blur and a lot of boring filler. This channel digitizes and edits for the best possible viewing experience.
Bette Davis adds some feminist culture and class to 60's TV via this appearance, and ends up trading some banter with Vince Edwards, aka Ben Casey. But no, she can't get him to say "Dr. Kildare" or "Richard Chamberlain!"
👇 📽 👇
youtube
✍️ 📖 📔 📙 📜 📕 📗 📙 ✍️ 📘 📚 📒 ✍️
Comments
They certainly broke the mold when they made Bette Davis. Fabulous! Dorothy Parker, also fabulous!
This is when American voices used to speak with eloquence.
I could listen to Miss Davis speak for hours 😊
Ms. Davis did Ms. Parker proud! I thoroughly enjoyed this.
Dorothy Parker broke the glass ceiling with her acerbic critical style of wit & analysis of society's status quo
Thanks for posting!! Wonderful quality.
Handsome and charming Vince Edwards! Forgotten by DVD distributors in regards to his two TV series, but not his baby boomer fans.
What an amazing video from a time that we will never ever see again Ever Period!!!!!
✍️ 📖 📔 📙 📜 📕 📗 📙 ✍️ 📘 📚 📒 ✍️
“Heterosexuality is not normal, it’s just common.”
~ Dorothy Parker
0 notes
Text
237 of 2023
Does the person you like have any flaws?
Everyone has flaws. So do I and you, and my husband and the rest of the world.
Has anyone ever given you a ring? Why?
Yeah, my husband put the ring on my finger when we were getting married... but I lost it a couple of days ago. I’m such a loser, I even lost my own wedding ring lol.
If you ruled your own country, what type of government would it have?
A government, period. My country is so weird that it has even beaten its own record in the longest time without any government. Still, we have the king.
Creation theory, Evolution or the Big Bang theory?
Evolution.
Describe one of your most emotional farewells.
He said “Maybe we’ll see each other again before I go back to the university”, and we didn’t anymore. At least someone sent him best regards from me.
What was your last serious conversation about?
The future of our company. Since they started hiring people from the street, the quality of our products went down drastically.
Is there a city that you have a particular fondness for? If so, what city is it and why?
Yeah, there is. I definitely have a soft spot for Kortrijk and it was my first thought when I saw this question. I’m fond of my hometown, but that’s kinda logical. And another city I have a particular fondness for is Sint-Niklaas.
Are there any gnomes in your yard?
Lol no. Where would we keep them anyway?
When was the last time you were stung by a bee? What kind was it?
When I was a teenager, but I’m allergic to them. How should I know what kind of bee it was?
Are you gonna buy lottery tickets when you’re old enough?
Lol I’m almost 33. Is it old enough already?
Have you ever been into a real cave?
No, never.
Have you ever posted mean comments on YouTube?
No, I find it pathetic.
What color is your digital camera, if you have one?
Silver.
If you had to spend one day in any movie storyline, which one would it be?
I’m not interested in movies and their storylines.
Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game):
Life is the strangest game of all.
In your opinion, what is the saddest movie you’ve ever seen?
I don’t watch movies.
What is the best song to make out to?
I’m not into making out, don’t spoil my music.
Is there anyone right now that you are simply/overly infatuated with?
Yeah, kind of. That student since he looked in my eyes lol.
Who was the last person to play with your hair? Are they cute?
I don’t like when others touch my hair, but 100% it was my husband and he’s far from cute :P he’s a great person, though.
Who was the last person close to you that died? Did you cry?
Not that close, but one of our workmates passed away last Monday. I didn’t cry, but I was sad.
Do you consider yourself a healthy person? Physically and mentally?
I have two chronic and incurable disorders, and anxiety on top. Here’s your answer.
Do you know anyone who owns a boat?
Not in person, but there are a lot of boat owners in our neighbourhood.
Do you know anyone who uses medical marijuana?
Yeah, one guy who has been prescribed it for tooth pain. Like, really. All the rest of people I know uses weed recreationally.
Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth?
Again, not in person.
What did you do for your 21st birthday?
Who remembers that. 21 has no significant meaning in Europe anyway.
Do you agree with the “they’re just being kids” excuse?
No. It’s the responsibility of the parent to teach their kids what’s acceptable and allowed and what’s not.
Do you ever watch talk shows?
Sometimes I put them as a background noise.
Do you have a/any hero(s)?
Not that I know of.
Have you told your parents all of your secrets from when you were a teen?
Nope. I shared some with my dad, though, but they knew nothing about my love life and all.
You’re getting married. Who’s your maid of honor and best man?
I’m married already, and we didn’t really bother.
Would you rather get highlights or dye your whole head?
Whole head, seems more like me.
Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe?
Yeah, a hoodie that says Belgium, it’s very sentimenal to me.
Who challenges you the most? In what way?
My husband, through “tough love”. That’s how he motivates me to get over my shit.
Who seems to hold you back? In what way?
It used to be my mum, she didn’t believe in me.
What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why?
I can’t think of anything, I usually take every opportunity out there.
Should there be an application process for having children?
I think so. Everyone knows how to make babies, but not everyone knows how to raise them to valuable people.
Name one thing that you think defines you as a person?
Loyalty.
What is a fear you have about living on your own?
Having a seizure and having no one to look after me. I’m self-sufficient, but I’m happy to have a company, especially that my husband knows how to handle seizures properly.
What’s the worst name your mom has ever called you?
A whore. Just because she found out I liked other guys.
What’s your stance on spooning?
Nice when falling asleep.
What’s your most recent obsession?
Some guys lol. And train travels, again.
Have you ever been scammed?
No, but my husband was. He’s smart, and yet he got caught on “bank update”.
Have you ever fostered an animal?
I have two pet cats, does it count as fostering?
Do you know anyone who acts way younger than what they are?
Yeah, but fortunately we don’t keep in touch anymore. He’s older than me, but so fkn childish, it’s unbelievable.
Would you say you’re a pretty independent person?
Definitely. I have a disabled hand, and yet I can dress myseld, clean, shower, cook and all normal daily stuff. I travel alone, too. I reently came back to my job and found out I’m still capable of doing it, which makes me very happy.
Does the last song you listened to, remind you of someone?
Rather of something.
Do you currently want a new computer?
No, my laptop is still good.
How would your parents react if you got a tattoo?
They were surprised when I got my first one, but they don’t know about my second one, and I think they won’t be surprised, but they won’t be happy either.
Is there anyone you can picture yourself being with forever right now?
My husband, easy.
Who is your truest friend?
My husbanf. I know I can always count on him, and he knows he can count on me, too.
What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house?
Some random guy wearing a pink onesie with bunny ears. But it was pretty cool.
What bug frightens you most?
They don’t frighten me, they’re just disgusting.
Who is your oldest friend?
Marc for sure.
How long have you known them?
Five years.
Where are they right now?
Probably in his house.
Have you ever dated a friend of one of your siblings?
No, never. My sister has mostly female friends anyway.
What is the best gift someone can give you?
A pen and a notebook.
Have you ever dated someone who had a child?
Yes, my husband has a son with his ex-wife.
What is the last movie that made you cry?
I don’t watch movies, ffs. And I don’t cry either.
Have you ever played in a waterfall?
Never seen a waterfall in person.
In your life who has meant the most to you?
Both Nielsje and my husband, also my patrents and my sister.
What has been your biggest failure in life?
My first relationship. We were both broken.
Do you trust yourself?
Yes, strangely. I keep going on.
Would you ever consider getting an abortion, under any circumstances?
It’s not even biologically possible for me to get pregnant lol.
What was the last bug you killed?
I don’t even know what it was.
Do you prefer profile pictures by yourself of with someone else?
I prefer pictures where you don’t see my face.
Do you know anyone who has written a book?
Yeah, Kenny. I have to ask if it’s released already.
Do you drink milk/juice from the carton if no one is around?
No, I prefer it in glass.
Has anyone ever told you they liked you in a realllly sweet way?
Yeah, Nielsje. He’s a very sweet person in general.
Has a member of the opposite sex ever given you jewlery?
My sister gave me one of her earrings as a replacement piercing, does it count?
Do you find sleeping in cars easy?
Not at all. I can’t fall asleep in a moving vehicle.
Has a boyfriend’s/girlfriend’s parents ever gotten mad at you? Why?
I’ve never met his parents. They’re deceased.
What is the funniest thing a child has ever said to you.
Where do I start. There was a lot, and I can’t recall anything in particular.
What’s been on your mind lately?
That student. I don’t want to sound like I’m obsessed, but yeah.
Do you feel like you need to get something off your chest?
Not today, maybe the other day.
How would you react if someone told you they had feelings for you?
Depends on who it is and how I feel towards them.
0 notes
Text
Goodbye 2022
Less than 4 hours and 2022 is over.
Honestly, looking back at this year, there’s really nothing much to say about 2022. The major changes that happened was mainly work related. The pandemic wasn’t over but people are started to live with it. At work, we’re almost back to normal with only one day of WFH (which I hope stays). A number of my officemates resigned and a couple of new officemates.
Elections here in the country took place this year. The results were horrendous and I initially wanted to go out of this country because of it. Those feelings have died down but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m still living in a shit country. We may discuss all the systemic failures of the education system and government and why those results happened in the first place, but I stand by my point that at some point people are accountable for their own actions. That elections just proved that at this point, it’s every man for himself.
As for my personal life, it’s nothing that grand. Basically half the year was me recovering from that horrendous ending of 2021, which I’d say I have recovered. This year, I got to finally meet in person the two new friends my podcast team had met through our podcast. One of my orgmate in college became my officemate. Towards the end of the year, I also got closer with another orgmate in college as she’s also working and staying near my area. If ever you’re reading this, shout out to you as I still appreciate that gift you gave me.
I technically learned how to drive this year too but I haven’t been the family driver since then. I still consider it as a small achievement though.
Stayed consistent with my workout which is nice.
I almost forgot but the happiest moment of 2022 for me was witnessing live the championship of the UP MBT at UAAP Season 84. It was like witnessing a movie or anime with how UP won that title. They lost in the finals the following season but no one’s gonna take away that memory from me. That shot by JD Cagulangan looked like some scripted shit.
Another big event that I almost forgot is that our new house was finished early this year. Thanks to my parents since they’re the one who spent for it. It’s a MASSIVE improvement from our old house.
So I think that’s it for 2022. Survived it.
I would like to thank God for letting me survive the year. I would like to thank my parents and all my friends who stayed with me. I love ya’ll.
Well as for 2023...
Let me have a mini-flashback earlier this week. We were just two in the office on the last work day and she was asking me some deep questions regarding my mental health.
Some questions here and there and then she hit me with the question, “What makes you happy?”
I was itching to answer that she makes me happy, because it’s true. She makes me happy and I’m happy when we’re together. For some reason though, I wasn’t able to answer the question. In hindsight, I actually think it’s better that I didn’t answer that because I don’t want her to think that she’s my source of happiness and that my world revolves around her because that’s not the case. I just answered in jest that winning the lottery would make me happy (Which funnily enough, I bought some tickets yesterday since the prize was swelling up because no one has been winning it for a long time. Two people won yesterday. I was not one of them. F.) If my memory serves me right, I wasn’t able to answer her properly. I just added to my answer the Houston Rockets, which was true. I like when they win. I think she followed it up with the questions about my plans for next year that will make me happy, or at least, contribute to my happiness.
Until now I have been thinking about that question. What makes me happy? It’s not that I’m sad all the time. I do get sad a lot of times but it’s a lie if I said I live a sad life. I do want some things to happen, though maybe most of them is outside my control. I do want her, but I don’t control her feelings for me. I want the Rockets, and all my other teams to win a championship, but I don’t control them. I do want to win the lottery, but that’s pure luck.
So what about the other things? I guess I just need to learn how to turn my satisfaction into happiness. That’s where I am right now. I am satisfied. Work is fine. Money’s not a problem. We have a great home. I have a great friends. My health is fine. Working out has been consistent. I can buy stuff I want.
I am contented at worst and that should make me happy.
Thinking about it deeper, memories and experiences are what makes me happy. Memories and experiences with my friends and people special to me, my achievements, events on things that I care about. Those are the things that makes my heart flutter.
I told myself I won’t be expecting or wishing for anything this new year but that would be hypocritical of me because I know damn too well that myself can’t do that.
I guess I just pray that God grants me that wishes of my heart this year, unlikely as they may be. May I get to make more memories and experiences that will make me happy.
That’s a tough act to do, but as you all know I am
Hopelessly hopeful
0 notes
Text
The Far West chapter 3 part 1
3
And before everyone had known it, the bosses that the workers of Figgans answer to have changed; and the crew is hard at work cooking almost entirely new recipes to serve the public; the regulations are more strict, though other than that, everyone’s jobs are mostly the same; the new owners are Janice and Mark, middle aged white people, who every once come by, sometimes announced, and others not. Molly is chopping up a few pounds of onion, garlic, and kale, and John and Phil are chopping green peppers and chicken:
"You know one of the greatest horror movies of all time is?"
"What?" they both asked:
"Pshyco!"
"Hell yeah!" Molly said.
"I thought that was alright. I think The Shining is my favorite.”
"I liked that one a lot too," Phil said as Molly nodded her head. Donna returns from the side of the kitchen that is closer to the dining rooms. People are have been enjoying the new Shoffer recipes; sometimes classical musicians play while people their pricey entrees, and the other night, the mayor came in for a bite to eat; Donna rolls an cart full of dirty dishes passed the cooks as they prep and cook; she takes them into the dishpit where Stew is washing the dishes and listening to jazz music on Molly's iPod. After an hour of the crew hard at work, Donny and Molly change places as everyone continues at their places:
"I never got into gambling," Molly said as she spayed off a plate.
"I understand kiddo, I enjoy going to the casino when I'm in Las Vegas, or buying the occasional lottery ticket at the gas station," Donny said after he put a stack of small pans on the shelf.
"I hear ya," Molly said sending a load of dishes to the machine as it whished and whirled.
~
Later on that night, Molly and Raquel on the south end of town and walking the stage and bar area of Vaun's Rock Club and Bar. The place is crowded and everyone is mingling and drinking, and ordered from the busy bar. Within fifteen minutes, the opening band Dishpit are almost about to play and the long haired guitarist and bassist are tuning their instruments; their drummer, an big strikingly beautiful pale woman wearing an blue flannel shirt with long wild black hair counts off the first song, and with that the band start their set; they are an grunge band that play original material, along with covers from several grunge bands; the singer has long disheveled black hair, large silver ear rings, pale skin, and is thin and handsome; he is wearing an long brown trench coat, black finger-less gloves an black Pentagram shirt, old black jeans and big black boots; Dishpit play through their first three songs, and the crowd is enjoying them, and an big mosh pit starts; they end the third song with an small drum solo and everyone claps as feedback from the guitar rings out.
"Thank you," the singer said before taking an swirl from an beer bottle, "This next song," he said out a little out of breath, "is an cover by the band Green River," he continued; he looks bigger with the trench coat, and the finger-less gloves he is wearing; they start to play the slow dirge before launching into an heavy mid-tempo charge and before his launches into singing the song the band stops playing for an moment so the he can let out an yell:
I've crushed a thousand ants
And I've flushed a hundred spiders
I didn't even know their names
I never let it bother me
Dead bugs on the sole of my shoes
Dead bugs clog the drain
What's dead is now long forgotten
I never let it bother me
No memories of anything, no feeling
No memory of anything, no pain
Blood rain stains my shirt
Blood rain blackens my heart
A thousand bloody faces crack my mind
Once again the band stops playing for an moment so he let out an organismic moan, and with that the band starts up again so he finish the song:
What's done is done
I just always was
What's done is lost in memory
I never let it bother me
I never let 'em bother me
The singer is confrontational and energetic, as he runs and jumps all over stage, and the band is similar, they head bang, and jump and bump into each other along with the crazy seeming singer; his voice is loud, intense, and mostly yells melodically and viciously, and occasionally wails; Molly joins the mosh pit, as Raquel stands in the back and drinks an heavy beer; they finish that song, and the singer announces another:
"This song is about the poor, and the very wealthy." They burst into an heavy mid tempo song, and they all head bang wildly until the singer begins to yell angrily as he runs around the stage; the band continues to play for a few more songs until the singer announces the next band: "I see a lot of smug faces looking at me tonight, well thanks for coming out anyway I guess," he said with a smirk, "Anyway, you might like this next band even better, up next is, Lucifer!” People begin to cheer,“Stick around from them, and Road Rage," the crowed explodes with applause, "all the way from New York fucking City, thank you so much for having a couple
0 notes
Text
The Best Cryptocurrency Staking Platform | Crypto Fantasy Analysis
The Best Cryptocurrency Staking Platforms for 2022
If you’re new to the cryptocurrency world, you may not be familiar with the term “staking.” However, what is the best cryptocurrency staking model and how does it operate?
Staking is the locking up of cryptocurrency holdings to receive rewards and interest. It’s almost like making a bank deposit, but with a much higher interest rate.
Staking What is it?
It’s important to comprehend the idea of blockchain technology before we start. On a blockchain, each cryptocurrency functions. A blockchain is a sizable transactional “database.” This “database” is distributed to thousands of computers worldwide and is unchangeable. The computers are updating it and ensuring each copy is the same as the others. On the blockchain, verified transactions create fresh blocks.
Staking versus mining
Blockchain transactions that use proof-of-stake (PoS) are validated using the best cryptocurrency staking system. For a predetermined amount of time, you deposit coins to earn interest.
This process resembles cryptocurrency mining. Users who participate are rewarded, and it aids in network consensus. In staking, the number of coins that are locked inside the wallet determines who has the authority to verify transactions.
Participants receive rewards for discovering new blocks or for including transactions in the blockchain, just like with mining. Blockchain platforms for POS have a reward system, are scalable, and have quick transaction times.
Have we lost you now? Fear not; let’s simplify it so you can understand it better.
Both staking and mining are “consensus mechanisms.” These mechanisms attest to the validity of transactions and the absence of double spending.
Mining comes first. What distinguishes it from staking? The Proof-of-Work (PoW) algorithm-based blockchains depend on mining to operate properly. This algorithm is used by Bitcoin, the original cryptocurrency.
Your computer attempts to solve a very challenging mathematical problem while mining. The first miner to find the answer is rewarded with some Bitcoin.
To perform these calculations, miners use high-end, complicated equipment and specialized software. Mining gets easier with the increase in higher computing power.
Staking requires less processing power. By doing this, a new chain of blocks on the blockchain can be created in a greener and more energy-efficient manner. Additionally, the algorithm is different, as was already mentioned. Proof-of-stake, or PoS, is its name.
How does staking function?
We’ve established that the proof-of-stake blockchain’s mechanism for adding new transactions is called staking. But exactly how does it operate? Participants first pledge their crypto to the protocol. From among these people, the protocol then chooses validators to validate transaction blocks. The likelihood that you will be selected as a validator increase as you pledge (or stake) more coins. Yes, just like buying lottery tickets. On the blockchain, verified transactions create fresh blocks. POS is required for cryptocurrencies that allow for staking. Anyone who takes part in successfully creating a new block is rewarded in cryptocurrency. In what is referred to as a “slashing” event, the stake is lost if the block turns out to be problematic.
This is to ensure that stakeholders receive rewards for choosing reputable validators and penalties for supporting unreliable ones. Staking can be done in a variety of ways without being a technological genius or having to overcome any obstacles. They’ll be discussed a little later.
Which digital assets allow for staking?
The proof of stake algorithm is used by Tezos, Cosmos, Polkadot, Solana, and Ethereum 2.0. These and many other cryptos are stackable in exchange for an interest rate.Guide to a crypto staking
Various best cryptocurrency staking platforms
The process of staking can be initiated in several ways. Let’s examine a few of the more typical ones.
Exchanges
Exchanges provide future stakeholders with the easiest point of entry. You can specify how much you want to stake. The exchange will look for a validating node on your behalf in exchange. Between the party staking and the party validating, the exchange acts as an intermediary. For staking services, the majority of exchanges demand a commission. Remember: You don’t possess the keys to your cryptocurrency when you use an exchange. You’re putting your faith in the exchange to act on your behalf. Not every stakeholder will be comfortable with the level of risk.
A wallet or stake pool
A stake pool is made up of numerous different investors. They band together and combine their wits (self-explanatory). A little bit of organization and knowledge are needed for this. Due to their high entry barriers, many staking pools are private businesses. By doing this, the pool is kept from becoming unnecessarily troublesome.
Platforms for staking-as-a-service
Many potential staking pitfalls can be avoided by using staking as a service (SaaS). They accomplish this by giving the job to a stakeholder service provider. On behalf of the stakeholders, it is their responsibility to identify and execute wise investments. These kinds of services simplify the staking process in some ways. However, they produce a centralized system in which powerful, large organizations predominate.
Selecting the appropriate/best cryptocurrency staking platform
Platforms for staking should primarily be chosen based on their reliability and reputation. You can anticipate being stung if you don’t complete your homework.
Of course, you should also think about the costs associated with using the staking platform. Fortunately, there are lots of platforms vying for your cash, which lowers the cost of setting a stake.
When it comes to investing in cryptocurrencies, there is risk associated with every choice you make, and staking is no exception. Before selecting a platform, do extensive research and make sure to weigh your options rather than just following your gut.
Staking cryptocurrency has the following benefits:
cheaper and quicker transactions
More power-saving
The possibility of voting
The drawbacks of staking cryptocurrency include:
Possibility of reduced penalties
Could be charged.
Conclusion
For both those involved in the cryptocurrency world and those outside of it, the staking process has a lot to offer. Stakers can increase the value of their coins, earn interest, and give back to the community. They might also take advantage of quicker transaction times. The environmental benefit of staking is also important today. Staking is therefore effective, profitable, and not overly difficult. Does that sound good?
TL;DR
The process of crypto-staking is used to validate cryptocurrency transactions. Additionally, it enables participants to generate passive income from their holdings. On the amount of crypto you stake, you can make anywhere between 5 and 20 percent a year.
You can also participate in risk-free staking at Fanspel and earn a whopping 18% APR, which is much more than a lot of other cryptocurrency staking platforms, Fanspel is the best cryptocurrency sports platform, which allows its users to win rewards in crypto and also allows them to stake their native FAN token for a guaranteed passive income.
To check out Fanspel go to – fanspel.com
To stake and buy the FAN token, visit – fanspel.io
1 note
·
View note
Text
Emily Brontë’s WUTHERING HEIGHTS; Chapter IX
He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son away in the kitchen cupboard. Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast’s fondness or his madman’s rage; for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in the other of being flung into the fire, or dashed against the wall; and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to put him.
“There, I’ve found it out at last!” cried Hindley, pulling me back by the skin of my neck, like a dog. “By heaven and hell, you’ve sworn between you to murder that child! I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way. But, with the help of Satan, I shall make you swallow the carving-knife, Nelly! You needn’t laugh; for I’ve just crammed Kenneth, head-downmost, in the Black-horse marsh; and two is the same as one—and I want to kill some of you: I shall have no rest till I do!”
“But I don’t like the carving-knife, Mr. Hindley,” I answered; “it has been cutting red herrings. I’d rather be shot, if you please.”
“You’d rather be damned!” he said; “and so you shall. No law in England can hinder a man from keeping his house decent, and mine’s abominable! Open your mouth.”
He held the knife in his hand, and pushed its point between my teeth: but, for my part, I was never much afraid of his vagaries. I spat out, and affirmed it tasted detestably—I would not take it on any account.
“Oh!” said he, releasing me, “I see that hideous little villain is not Hareton: I beg your pardon, Nell. If it be, he deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me, and for screaming as if I were a goblin. Unnatural cub, come hither! I’ll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted, deluded father. Now, don’t you think the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer, and I love something fierce—get me a scissors—something fierce and trim! Besides, it’s infernal affectation—devilish conceit it is, to cherish our ears—we’re asses enough without them. Hush, child, hush! Well then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes—there’s a joy; kiss me. What! it won’t? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn thee, kiss me! By God, as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as I’m living, I’ll break the brat’s neck.”
Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father’s arms with all his might, and redoubled his yells when he carried him upstairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits, and ran to rescue him. As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below; almost forgetting what he had in his hands. “Who is that?” he asked, hearing some one approaching the stairs’-foot. I leant forward also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff, whose step I recognised, not to come further; and, at the instant when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered himself from the careless grasp that held him, and fell.
There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before we saw that the little wretch was safe. Heathcliff arrived underneath just at the critical moment; by a natural impulse he arrested his descent, and setting him on his feet, looked up to discover the author of the accident. A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five shillings, and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds, could not show a blanker countenance than he did on beholding the figure of Mr. Earnshaw above. It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intensest anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been dark, I daresay he would have tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hareton’s skull on the steps; but, we witnessed his salvation; and I was presently below with my precious charge pressed to my heart. Hindley descended more leisurely, sobered and abashed.
“It is your fault, Ellen,” he said; “you should have kept him out of sight: you should have taken him from me! Is he injured anywhere?”
“Injured!” I cried angrily; “if he is not killed, he’ll be an idiot! Oh! I wonder his mother does not rise from her grave to see how you use him. You’re worse than a heathen—treating your own flesh and blood in that manner!”
He attempted to touch the child, who, on finding himself with me, sobbed off his terror directly. At the first finger his father laid on him, however, he shrieked again louder than before, and struggled as if he would go into convulsions.
“You shall not meddle with him!” I continued. “He hates you—they all hate you—that’s the truth! A happy family you have; and a pretty state you’re come to!”
“I shall come to a prettier, yet, Nelly,” laughed the misguided man, recovering his hardness. “At present, convey yourself and him away. And hark you, Heathcliff! clear you too quite from my reach and hearing. I wouldn’t murder you to-night; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire: but that’s as my fancy goes.”
While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler.
“Nay, don’t!” I entreated. “Mr. Hindley, do take warning. Have mercy on this unfortunate boy, if you care nothing for yourself!”
“Any one will do better for him than I shall,” he answered.
“Have mercy on your own soul!” I said, endeavouring to snatch the glass from his hand.
“Not I! On the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition to punish its Maker,” exclaimed the blasphemer. “Here’s to its hearty damnation!”
He drank the spirits and impatiently bade us go; terminating his command with a sequel of horrid imprecations too bad to repeat or remember.
“It’s a pity he cannot kill himself with drink,” observed Heathcliff, muttering an echo of curses back when the door was shut. “He’s doing his very utmost; but his constitution defies him. Mr. Kenneth says he would wager his mare that he’ll outlive any man on this side Gimmerton, and go to the grave a hoary sinner; unless some happy chance out of the common course befall him.”
I went into the kitchen, and sat down to lull my little lamb to sleep. Heathcliff, as I thought, walked through to the barn. It turned out afterwards that he only got as far as the other side the settle, when he flung himself on a bench by the wall, removed from the fire, and remained silent.
I was rocking Hareton on my knee, and humming a song that began,—
It was far in the night, and the bairnies grat,
The mither beneath the mools heard that,
when Miss Cathy, who had listened to the hubbub from her room, put her head in, and whispered,—“Are you alone, Nelly?”
“Yes, Miss,” I replied.
She entered and approached the hearth. I, supposing she was going to say something, looked up. The expression of her face seemed disturbed and anxious. Her lips were half asunder, as if she meant to speak, and she drew a breath; but it escaped in a sigh instead of a sentence. I resumed my song; not having forgotten her recent behaviour.
“Where’s Heathcliff?” she said, interrupting me.
“About his work in the stable,” was my answer.
He did not contradict me; perhaps he had fallen into a doze. There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from Catherine’s cheek to the flags. Is she sorry for her shameful conduct?—I asked myself. That will be a novelty: but she may come to the point as she will—I sha’n’t help her! No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own concerns.
“Oh, dear!” she cried at last. “I’m very unhappy!”
“A pity,” observed I. “You’re hard to please; so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content!”
“Nelly, will you keep a secret for me?” she pursued, kneeling down by me, and lifting her winsome eyes to my face with that sort of look which turns off bad temper, even when one has all the right in the world to indulge it.
“Is it worth keeping?” I inquired, less sulkily.
“Yes, and it worries me, and I must let it out! I want to know what I should do. To-day, Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him, and I’ve given him an answer. Now, before I tell you whether it was a consent or denial, you tell me which it ought to have been.”
“Really, Miss Catherine, how can I know?” I replied. “To be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his presence this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to refuse him: since he asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid or a venturesome fool.”
“If you talk so, I won’t tell you any more,” she returned, peevishly rising to her feet. “I accepted him, Nelly. Be quick, and say whether I was wrong!”
“You accepted him! Then what good is it discussing the matter? You have pledged your word, and cannot retract.”
“But say whether I should have done so—do!” she exclaimed in an irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning.
“There are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly,” I said, sententiously. “First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?”
“Who can help it? Of course I do,” she answered.
Then I put her through the following catechism: for a girl of twenty-two it was not injudicious.
“Why do you love him, Miss Cathy?”
“Nonsense, I do—that’s sufficient.”
“By no means; you must say why?”
“Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with.”
“Bad!” was my commentary.
“And because he is young and cheerful.”
“Bad, still.”
“And because he loves me.”
“Indifferent, coming there.”
“And he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband.”
“Worst of all. And now, say how you love him?”
“As everybody loves—You’re silly, Nelly.”
“Not at all—Answer.”
“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether. There now!”
“And why?”
“Nay; you are making a jest of it: it is exceedingly ill-natured! It’s no jest to me!” said the young lady, scowling, and turning her face to the fire.
“I’m very far from jesting, Miss Catherine,” I replied. “You love Mr. Edgar because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you. The last, however, goes for nothing: you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn’t, unless he possessed the four former attractions.”
“No, to be sure not: I should only pity him—hate him, perhaps, if he were ugly, and a clown.”
“But there are several other handsome, rich young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them?”
“If there be any, they are out of my way: I’ve seen none like Edgar.”
“You may see some; and he won’t always be handsome, and young, and may not always be rich.”
“He is now; and I have only to do with the present. I wish you would speak rationally.”
“Well, that settles it: if you have only to do with the present, marry Mr. Linton.”
“I don’t want your permission for that—I shall marry him: and yet you have not told me whether I’m right.”
“Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about. Your brother will be pleased; the old lady and gentleman will not object, I think; you will escape from a disorderly, comfortless home into a wealthy, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?”
“Here! and here!” replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: “in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!”
“That’s very strange! I cannot make it out.”
“It’s my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I’ll explain it: I can’t do it distinctly; but I’ll give you a feeling of how I feel.”
She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.
“Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?” she said, suddenly, after some minutes’ reflection.
“Yes, now and then,” I answered.
“And so do I. I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one: I’m going to tell it—but take care not to smile at any part of it.”
“Oh! don’t, Miss Catherine!” I cried. “We’re dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! he’s dreaming nothing dreary. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!”
“Yes; and how sweetly his father curses in his solitude! You remember him, I daresay, when he was just such another as that chubby thing: nearly as young and innocent. However, Nelly, I shall oblige you to listen: it’s not long; and I’ve no power to be merry to-night.”
“I won’t hear it, I won’t hear it!” I repeated, hastily.
I was superstitious about dreams then, and am still; and Catherine had an unusual gloom in her aspect, that made me dread something from which I might shape a prophecy, and foresee a fearful catastrophe. She was vexed, but she did not proceed. Apparently taking up another subject, she recommenced in a short time.
“If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.”
“Because you are not fit to go there,” I answered. “All sinners would be miserable in heaven.”
“But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.”
“I tell you I won’t hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I’ll go to bed,” I interrupted again.
She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave my chair.
“This is nothing,” cried she: “I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
Ere this speech ended I became sensible of Heathcliff’s presence. Having noticed a slight movement, I turned my head, and saw him rise from the bench, and steal out noiselessly. He had listened till he heard Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no further. My companion, sitting on the ground, was prevented by the back of the settle from remarking his presence or departure; but I started, and bade her hush!
“Why?” she asked, gazing nervously round.
“Joseph is here,” I answered, catching opportunely the roll of his cartwheels up the road; “and Heathcliff will come in with him. I’m not sure whether he were not at the door this moment.”
“Oh, he couldn’t overhear me at the door!” said she. “Give me Hareton, while you get the supper, and when it is ready ask me to sup with you. I want to cheat my uncomfortable conscience, and be convinced that Heathcliff has no notion of these things. He has not, has he? He does not know what being in love is!”
“I see no reason that he should not know, as well as you,” I returned; “and if you are his choice, he’ll be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs. Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all! Have you considered how you’ll bear the separation, and how he’ll bear to be quite deserted in the world? Because, Miss Catherine—”
“He quite deserted! we separated!” she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. “Who is to separate us, pray? They’ll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. Oh, that’s not what I intend—that’s not what I mean! I shouldn’t be Mrs. Linton were such a price demanded! He’ll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother’s power.”
“With your husband’s money, Miss Catherine?” I asked. “You’ll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and, though I’m hardly a judge, I think that’s the worst motive you’ve given yet for being the wife of young Linton.”
“It is not,” retorted she; “it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar’s sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and—”
She paused, and hid her face in the folds of my gown; but I jerked it forcibly away. I was out of patience with her folly!
“If I can make any sense of your nonsense, Miss,” I said, “it only goes to convince me that you are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying; or else that you are a wicked, unprincipled girl. But trouble me with no more secrets: I’ll not promise to keep them.”
“You’ll keep that?” she asked, eagerly.
“No, I’ll not promise,” I repeated.
She was about to insist, when the entrance of Joseph finished our conversation; and Catherine removed her seat to a corner, and nursed Hareton, while I made the supper. After it was cooked, my fellow-servant and I began to quarrel who should carry some to Mr. Hindley; and we didn’t settle it till all was nearly cold. Then we came to the agreement that we would let him ask, if he wanted any; for we feared particularly to go into his presence when he had been some time alone.
“And how isn’t that nowt comed in fro’ th’ field, be this time? What is he about? girt idle seeght!” demanded the old man, looking round for Heathcliff.
“I’ll call him,” I replied. “He’s in the barn, I’ve no doubt.”
I went and called, but got no answer. On returning, I whispered to Catherine that he had heard a good part of what she said, I was sure; and told how I saw him quit the kitchen just as she complained of her brother’s conduct regarding him. She jumped up in a fine fright, flung Hareton on to the settle, and ran to seek for her friend herself; not taking leisure to consider why she was so flurried, or how her talk would have affected him. She was absent such a while that Joseph proposed we should wait no longer. He cunningly conjectured they were staying away in order to avoid hearing his protracted blessing. They were “ill eneugh for ony fahl manners,” he affirmed. And on their behalf he added that night a special prayer to the usual quarter-of-an-hour’s supplication before meat, and would have tacked another to the end of the grace, had not his young mistress broken in upon him with a hurried command that he must run down the road, and, wherever Heathcliff had rambled, find and make him re-enter directly!
“I want to speak to him, and I must, before I go upstairs,” she said. “And the gate is open: he is somewhere out of hearing; for he would not reply, though I shouted at the top of the fold as loud as I could.”
Joseph objected at first; she was too much in earnest, however, to suffer contradiction; and at last he placed his hat on his head, and walked grumbling forth. Meantime, Catherine paced up and down the floor, exclaiming—“I wonder where he is—I wonder where he can be! What did I say, Nelly? I’ve forgotten. Was he vexed at my bad humour this afternoon? Dear! tell me what I’ve said to grieve him? I do wish he’d come. I do wish he would!”
“What a noise for nothing!” I cried, though rather uneasy myself. “What a trifle scares you! It’s surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a moonlight saunter on the moors, or even lie too sulky to speak to us in the hay-loft. I’ll engage he’s lurking there. See if I don’t ferret him out!”
I departed to renew my search; its result was disappointment, and Joseph’s quest ended in the same.
“Yon lad gets war und war!” observed he on re-entering. “He’s left th’ gate at t’ full swing, and Miss’s pony has trodden dahn two rigs o’ corn, and plottered through, raight o’er into t’ meadow! Hahsomdiver, t’ maister ’ull play t’ devil to-morn, and he’ll do weel. He’s patience itsseln wi’ sich careless, offald craters—patience itsseln he is! Bud he’ll not be soa allus—yah’s see, all on ye! Yah mun’n’t drive him out of his heead for nowt!”
“Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?” interrupted Catherine. “Have you been looking for him, as I ordered?”
“I sud more likker look for th’ horse,” he replied. “It ’ud be to more sense. Bud I can look for norther horse nur man of a neeght loike this—as black as t’ chimbley! und Heathcliff’s noan t’ chap to coom at my whistle—happen he’ll be less hard o’ hearing wi’ ye!”
It was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder, and I said we had better all sit down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble. However, Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity. She kept wandering to and fro, from the gate to the door, in a state of agitation which permitted no repose; and at length took up a permanent situation on one side of the wall, near the road: where, heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder, and the great drops that began to plash around her, she remained, calling at intervals, and then listening, and then crying outright. She beat Hareton, or any child, at a good passionate fit of crying.
About midnight, while we still sat up, the storm came rattling over the Heights in full fury. There was a violent wind, as well as thunder, and either one or the other split a tree off at the corner of the building: a huge bough fell across the roof, and knocked down a portion of the east chimney-stack, sending a clatter of stones and soot into the kitchen-fire. We thought a bolt had fallen in the middle of us; and Joseph swung on to his knees, beseeching the Lord to remember the patriarchs Noah and Lot, and, as in former times, spare the righteous, though he smote the ungodly. I felt some sentiment that it must be a judgment on us also. The Jonah, in my mind, was Mr. Earnshaw; and I shook the handle of his den that I might ascertain if he were yet living. He replied audibly enough, in a fashion which made my companion vociferate, more clamorously than before, that a wide distinction might be drawn between saints like himself and sinners like his master. But the uproar passed away in twenty minutes, leaving us all unharmed; excepting Cathy, who got thoroughly drenched for her obstinacy in refusing to take shelter, and standing bonnetless and shawlless to catch as much water as she could with her hair and clothes. She came in and lay down on the settle, all soaked as she was, turning her face to the back, and putting her hands before it.
“Well, Miss!” I exclaimed, touching her shoulder; “you are not bent on getting your death, are you? Do you know what o’clock it is? Half-past twelve. Come, come to bed! there’s no use waiting any longer on that foolish boy: he’ll be gone to Gimmerton, and he’ll stay there now. He guesses we shouldn’t wait for him till this late hour: at least, he guesses that only Mr. Hindley would be up; and he’d rather avoid having the door opened by the master.”
“Nay, nay, he’s noan at Gimmerton,” said Joseph. “I’s niver wonder but he’s at t’ bothom of a bog-hoile. This visitation worn’t for nowt, and I wod hev’ ye to look out, Miss—yah muh be t’ next. Thank Hivin for all! All warks togither for gooid to them as is chozzen, and piked out fro’ th’ rubbidge! Yah knaw whet t’ Scripture ses.” And he began quoting several texts, referring us to chapters and verses where we might find them.
I, having vainly begged the wilful girl to rise and remove her wet things, left him preaching and her shivering, and betook myself to bed with little Hareton, who slept as fast as if everyone had been sleeping round him. I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards; then I distinguished his slow step on the ladder, and then I dropped asleep.
Coming down somewhat later than usual, I saw, by the sunbeams piercing the chinks of the shutters, Miss Catherine still seated near the fireplace. The house-door was ajar, too; light entered from its unclosed windows; Hindley had come out, and stood on the kitchen hearth, haggard and drowsy.
“What ails you, Cathy?” he was saying when I entered: “you look as dismal as a drowned whelp. Why are you so damp and pale, child?”
“I’ve been wet,” she answered reluctantly, “and I’m cold, that’s all.”
“Oh, she is naughty!” I cried, perceiving the master to be tolerably sober. “She got steeped in the shower of yesterday evening, and there she has sat the night through, and I couldn’t prevail on her to stir.”
Mr. Earnshaw stared at us in surprise. “The night through,” he repeated. “What kept her up? not fear of the thunder, surely? That was over hours since.”
Neither of us wished to mention Heathcliff’s absence, as long as we could conceal it; so I replied, I didn’t know how she took it into her head to sit up; and she said nothing. The morning was fresh and cool; I threw back the lattice, and presently the room filled with sweet scents from the garden; but Catherine called peevishly to me, “Ellen, shut the window. I’m starving!” And her teeth chattered as she shrank closer to the almost extinguished embers.
“She’s ill,” said Hindley, taking her wrist; “I suppose that’s the reason she would not go to bed. Damn it! I don’t want to be troubled with more sickness here. What took you into the rain?”
“Running after t’ lads, as usuald!” croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his evil tongue. “If I war yah, maister, I’d just slam t’ boards i’ their faces all on ’em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah’re off, but yon cat o’ Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo’s a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i’ t’ kitchen; and as yah’re in at one door, he’s out at t’other; and, then, wer grand lady goes a-courting of her side! It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve o’ t’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I’m blind; but I’m noan: nowt ut t’ soart!—I seed young Linton boath coming and going, and I seed yah” (directing his discourse to me), “yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th’ house, t’ minute yah heard t’ maister’s horse-fit clatter up t’ road.”
“Silence, eavesdropper!” cried Catherine; “none of your insolence before me! Edgar Linton came yesterday by chance, Hindley; and it was I who told him to be off: because I knew you would not like to have met him as you were.”
“You lie, Cathy, no doubt,” answered her brother, “and you are a confounded simpleton! But never mind Linton at present: tell me, were you not with Heathcliff last night? Speak the truth, now. You need not be afraid of harming him: though I hate him as much as ever, he did me a good turn a short time since that will make my conscience tender of breaking his neck. To prevent it, I shall send him about his business this very morning; and after he’s gone, I’d advise you all to look sharp: I shall only have the more humour for you.”
“I never saw Heathcliff last night,” answered Catherine, beginning to sob bitterly: “and if you do turn him out of doors, I’ll go with him. But, perhaps, you’ll never have an opportunity: perhaps, he’s gone.” Here she burst into uncontrollable grief, and the remainder of her words were inarticulate.
Hindley lavished on her a torrent of scornful abuse, and bade her get to her room immediately, or she shouldn’t cry for nothing! I obliged her to obey; and I shall never forget what a scene she acted when we reached her chamber: it terrified me. I thought she was going mad, and I begged Joseph to run for the doctor. It proved the commencement of delirium: Mr. Kenneth, as soon as he saw her, pronounced her dangerously ill; she had a fever. He bled her, and he told me to let her live on whey and water-gruel, and take care she did not throw herself downstairs or out of the window; and then he left: for he had enough to do in the parish, where two or three miles was the ordinary distance between cottage and cottage.
Though I cannot say I made a gentle nurse, and Joseph and the master were no better, and though our patient was as wearisome and headstrong as a patient could be, she weathered it through. Old Mrs. Linton paid us several visits, to be sure, and set things to rights, and scolded and ordered us all; and when Catherine was convalescent, she insisted on conveying her to Thrushcross Grange: for which deliverance we were very grateful. But the poor dame had reason to repent of her kindness: she and her husband both took the fever, and died within a few days of each other.
Our young lady returned to us saucier and more passionate, and haughtier than ever. Heathcliff had never been heard of since the evening of the thunder-storm; and, one day, I had the misfortune, when she had provoked me exceedingly, to lay the blame of his disappearance on her: where indeed it belonged, as she well knew. From that period, for several months, she ceased to hold any communication with me, save in the relation of a mere servant. Joseph fell under a ban also: he would speak his mind, and lecture her all the same as if she were a little girl; and she esteemed herself a woman, and our mistress, and thought that her recent illness gave her a claim to be treated with consideration. Then the doctor had said that she would not bear crossing much; she ought to have her own way; and it was nothing less than murder in her eyes for any one to presume to stand up and contradict her. From Mr. Earnshaw and his companions she kept aloof; and tutored by Kenneth, and serious threats of a fit that often attended her rages, her brother allowed her whatever she pleased to demand, and generally avoided aggravating her fiery temper. He was rather too indulgent in humouring her caprices; not from affection, but from pride: he wished earnestly to see her bring honour to the family by an alliance with the Lintons, and as long as she let him alone she might trample on us like slaves, for aught he cared! Edgar Linton, as multitudes have been before and will be after him, was infatuated: and believed himself the happiest man alive on the day he led her to Gimmerton Chapel, three years subsequent to his father’s death.
Much against my inclination, I was persuaded to leave Wuthering Heights and accompany her here. Little Hareton was nearly five years old, and I had just begun to teach him his letters. We made a sad parting; but Catherine’s tears were more powerful than ours. When I refused to go, and when she found her entreaties did not move me, she went lamenting to her husband and brother. The former offered me munificent wages; the latter ordered me to pack up: he wanted no women in the house, he said, now that there was no mistress; and as to Hareton, the curate should take him in hand, by-and-by. And so I had but one choice left: to do as I was ordered. I told the master he got rid of all decent people only to run to ruin a little faster; I kissed Hareton, said good-by; and since then he has been a stranger: and it’s very queer to think it, but I’ve no doubt he has completely forgotten all about Ellen Dean, and that he was ever more than all the world to her and she to him!
* * * * *
At this point of the housekeeper’s story she chanced to glance towards the time-piece over the chimney; and was in amazement on seeing the minute-hand measure half-past one. She would not hear of staying a second longer: in truth, I felt rather disposed to defer the sequel of her narrative myself. And now that she is vanished to her rest, and I have meditated for another hour or two, I shall summon courage to go also, in spite of aching laziness of head and limbs.
0 notes
Text
How To Win Scratch Off Tickets
Scratch-Offs New scratch-offs come out every First Tuesday. Every effort has been made to ensure that the winning numbers posted on this website are accurate; however, no valid claim may be based on information contained herein. In the event of a discrepancy between the numbers posted on this website and the official winning numbers, the. Click on any header to sort by category. MEGA Multiplier! WIN UP TO $5,000 A MONTH FOR LIFE 2ND ED. WIN UP TO $10,000 A.
How To Win Scratch Off Tickets California
How To Win Scratch Off Tickets Revealed
If you thought that your scratch-off lottery ticket was a loser because it didn’t have any winning number, then you might want to change your mind.
Prizes Remaining. Data updated daily to show prizes not yet claimed through 3/5/2021. The Original Prize Count is based on the number of tickets printed. A status of 'Reordered' indicates the prize count has increased. Millionaire Maker Game Number: 774. Play PA Lottery Scratch-Offs. Find the prizes for Scratch-Off Lottery tickets at the official PA Lottery website. Benefits Older Pennsylvanians. Instant-Win Features & Prizes Enter Now! Instant-Win Features & Prizes Enter Now! Instant-Win Features & Prizes Enter Now! Instant-Win Features & Prizes. $50 Scratch Tickets. Ticket Price: $50 Start: 1/18/2021. Ticket Price: $50 Start: 10/5/2020. Ticket Price: $50 Start: 8/17/2020.
There are a lot of people who won manydifferent things because of their losing scratch-off ticket, and how is whatyou’re going to find out next.
The lottery isn’t just a win-or-lose game; it actually gives you a lot of chances to win even when you lose with your scratch-off lottery ticket.
If you don’t believe me, then let me tellyou these three words: the second chance lottery.
So if you’ve been wondering what to do withyour losing scratch-off lottery ticket, here’s your answer: KEEP IT.
You will need it in the second chancelottery.
Whatare second chance lotteries?
If you have never heard of a second chancelottery then today is your lucky day.
If you lose at the big game and didn’t haveany of the winning numbers, then you might have another chance at winning inthe second chance lottery.
Second chance lotteriesare bonus draws that give people higher chances and higher odds to win evenwith a losing ticket.
You get to enter the losing scratch-off lottery ticket or any losing lottery ticket in the drawing of the second chance lottery to win different prizes and different amount of cash even though you lost the first time.
Not every lottery company and state givesother people the chance to play another time to win, so they don’t offer thesebonus draws.
Whydoes the lottery offer second chances?
You might think it’s a scam so far, I meanwhy would the state offer you a second chance of winning?
Why would they risk losing more money?
Well, simply, because whatever you win, thestate wins more.
Keeping the process of lottery going longerhelps the state win more revenue and more money overall.
If the state stops the lottery on the firstround once someone wins, there will be no more tickets sold, no more revenueraking in, and no more money for the state.
Second chance lotteries help the state sellmore tickets by convincing people that they can still win large prizes and a bigamount of cash, and the more they sell, the more the state wins.
Even if the secondary lottery games don’toffer big prizes, people still get motivated to take part of them and buy moretickets with the extended drawing period, some people still participate to wineven points for gift cards or small prizes.
And, since you get to pay taxes on everyticket you buy, that means even more money for the state at the end of thelottery.
Whatare the odds of you winning?
In a lottery, your chances of winning arevery slim, even slimmer to none, if you get to pick 6 numbers out of 49numbers, your chances of winning are 1 in 12,983,816 for the jackpot.
Which means that winning in a normallottery is chance of 1 shot in 13 million, and some other lotteries have evenworse case scenarios which mean, lower odds of winning.
But, the good news is that in second-chancelotteries you’ve got higher chances in winning.
Why is that?
Simply because there are a lot of peoplewho don’t even know about second chances in the first place, and even thoughsome people know, they don’t even bother participating because they’re lackingthe thrill of the biggest prize.
Because of all these factors,you’ve got higher chances in winning the second chance lottery than you do inthe first one.
In some states, an online list ofprizes is provided which shows the odds of winning them depending on how manyentries that have been received.
So if you live in one of thesestates, checking your odds will help you determine where to put your money in.
In which states you get a second chance lottery?
If you’re convinced ofparticipating in the second chance lottery, then you need to make sure you livein one of these states:
Alaska
Hawaii
Nevada
Mississippi
Alabama
Utah
If you’re looking for moreinformation concerning the second chance lottery, then the website of thelottery of your state will have more information.
How do second chance lotteries work?
Each state has its own set ofrules when it comes to second-chance lotteries, but there are some generalrules that every state has that you’ll have to follow.
Even if you don’t live in the laststates that were mentioned, in 44 states there are 43 states that have otherforms of second chances.
So depending on the form, therules change.
You first need to give a visit toyour state’s lottery website to check if they have any other form of secondchance drawings and find out their rules.
You need to check if the games areeligible, the entry deadlines and how many drawings occur to make sure you’vecollected all information concerning this.
To join these games, you’ll haveto visit the website, create an account with your information (name, last name,date of birth, email address) and simply follow the instructions.
In some states there’s no onlineentry system, so you’ll have to email your ticket and information if you wantto participate.
CheckingYour Account Status
The great thing about registering online is that you cancheck back the information you’ve entered at any given moment to check ifthey’re correct or not.
You don’t want to enter an incorrect name and let anotherperson win with your ticket, isn’t that right?
To let all odds in your favor, recheck your account andmake sure you’ve entered the tickets and the information correctly.
Some sites will send you a notification on your email forconfirmation to make sure everything’s correct.
Make sure to check the website���s guideline and rules to getan idea of how you’ll be informed in case you win, even though most websiteswill do it either by phone or email.
But just give the website a look to avoid any surprises.
Avoidscams
Since second chance lotteries are for people who lost thefirst time, there are a lot of prying eyes on it.
How To Win Scratch Off Tickets California
Scammers prey on second-chance lottery players sincethey’re more likely to believe them because they’re looking for an easy way outwith a small prize rather than look for the big one.
To avoid scammers simply look for these signs:
● Emails with spelling mistakes
● Emails asking you for money or personal information
● Any form of communication that includes spelling mistakesand that ask for personal information and money
When in doubt, ask for someone to check if the email isscammy or not or simply check the website for further information.
Even though you might think that all hopes are lost once you lose the jackpot and don’t have any winning number, second chance lottery comes for rescue and gives you another chance to win extra draws, so make sure you always keep your scratch-off lottery ticket.
Second chance lotteries are not only beneficial for thestate, but for you too since you’ll be able to have higher chances of winningprizes with less competition, so if you’re looking for an easy way out withsome interesting prizes or cash involved, make sure to participate in them.
Start: 3/15/2021 Ticket Price: $2
Start: 3/15/2021 Ticket Price: $5
Start: 3/15/2021 Ticket Price: $10
Start: 3/15/2021 Ticket Price: $50
Ticket Price: $1 Start: 3/1/2021
Ticket Price: $1 Start: 1/4/2021
How To Win Scratch Off Tickets Revealed
Ticket Price: $1 Start: 12/7/2020
Ticket Price: $1 Start: 11/2/2020
Ticket Price: $1 Start: 10/5/2020
Ticket Price: $1 Start: 9/8/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 2/22/2021
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 2/15/2021
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 1/18/2021
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 12/21/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 11/16/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 10/19/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 9/21/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 9/21/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 9/8/2020
Ticket Price: $2 Start: 8/19/2019
Ticket Price: $3 Start: 2/22/2021
Ticket Price: $3 Start: 1/4/2021
Ticket Price: $3 Start: 11/2/2020
Ticket Price: $3 Start: 4/6/2020
Ticket Price: $3 Start: 2/17/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 3/1/2021
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 2/15/2021
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 2/8/2021
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 2/1/2021
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 1/4/2021
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 12/28/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 12/21/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 12/7/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 11/23/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 11/16/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 11/2/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 11/2/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 10/19/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 10/5/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 9/8/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 8/17/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 8/17/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 7/20/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 7/6/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 6/15/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 3/16/2020
Ticket Price: $5 Start: 12/16/2019
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 3/1/2021
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 2/15/2021
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 2/1/2021
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 1/18/2021
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 1/4/2021
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 12/7/2020
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 9/21/2020
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 9/8/2020
Ticket Price: $10 Start: 6/22/2020
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 2/1/2021
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 1/4/2021
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 11/16/2020
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 10/19/2020
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 9/8/2020
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 6/1/2020
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 3/2/2020
Ticket Price: $20 Start: 5/15/2017
Ticket Price: $30 Start: 3/16/2020
Ticket Price: $30 Start: 3/19/2018
Ticket Price: $50 Start: 1/18/2021
Ticket Price: $50 Start: 10/5/2020
Ticket Price: $50 Start: 8/17/2020
1 note
·
View note
Text
The More Things Change. (S1 E1)
Word Count: 6787
Series Masterlist
A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.
August 1990
I held my books in my arms as I walked towards the cafeteria. The holes in my backpack have gotten to the point where I couldn't keep my books in there to save my life, now I'm leaving a trail of school supplies everywhere I go. At this point I'm not sure which is worse.
"Raven-Anniya Archer?" A voice called from behind me and I stopped in my tracks. There, wearing a large sweater vest, was a little man with greying hair and a little moustache holding my transfer sheet. I nodded my head causing my hair to dangle for the little sock bun on my head.
"Just Raven is fine. The principal told me that students wait in the cafeteria before class starts." He nodded down at me while extending his hand to return my papers.
"Well, Miss... Archer?" I just responded with a shrug, not really caring what he called me. I turned around to see a stodgy older man looking at me with a warm smile. "Welcome to your new school."
As we both stepped into the cafeteria I was overwhelmed by the sight. So many kids in one place and it looked like I was one of the only black kids here. I looked for an empty seat but how do I go about just sitting down at a random table with random people?
"Excuse me?" I heard someone behind me, but I didn't turn around. The odds that this person was talking to me was a million to one. That is until I felt something on my shoulder.
"Excuse me?" The voice said again and I did turn around. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.
"Yes?" I answered apprehensively, turning only to come face to face with a pair of stunning blue eyes staring down at mine. I'm thoroughly convinced that I stopped breathing for a few seconds. He looked so familiar.
"You looked lost. Would you like to sit with us?" He pointed to the table not far away. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and walked with him to the long table.
When I took the seat next to him, I noticed him and another boy staring at me like I was an alien they're getting to see for free. I slouched into the seat.
"I'm Shawn Hunter." The boy with the floppy hair who invited me said with a smile, holding his hand out.
"I'm Raven-Anniya." I smiled. Fiddling with the hem of my shirt, I looked over to the other boy at the table. He didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation.
All of a sudden, Shawn turned to see the teacher I met in the hallway talking to a curly haired boy. "The guy over there talking to Mr. Feeny is Cory." Shawn smirked as Cory came back and took a seat beside Shawn. It was only when he sat down that he really noticed me and made a face. He looked at me for a minute before smiling at me and extending his hand.
"I'm Cory Matthews. Nice to meet you." He said.
"Raven-Anniya Archer." I said back and joined the boys at their table.
August 1993
That was three years ago and oh, how some things never change.
"He's a teacher, man. Keeping ragging on him, he's gonna make your whole sixth grade year miserable." Shawn chuckled, before turning to my stack of books and looking over my schedule and smiling. I couldn't help but smile back. I needed a schedule change after a homeroom error. Cory looked at us weirdly before he continued talking.
"Anyways, I'm miserable anyways. I might as well take him with me."
I laughed at that. Cory was an absolute idiot. Mr. Feeny was absolutely amazing.
Shawn smiled again and turned to me, his blue eyes were glimmering with curiosity, almost looking through me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, slumping lower in my seat.
"I can actually see your hair." He chuckled and I froze. 'I must've forgotten to put my hair in a bun this morning.' I thought to myself before reaching for the spare elastic I had secured on my wrist.
"You know, in the three years we've known you, we've never seen your hair out." Cory thought aloud and I visibly cringed. The kids at my old school made me feel ugly when I wore my hair out. I know that Shawn and Cory weren't the jerks from my old school but the things they said still made me want to shave my hair off.
"Do you think I'll see your hair out?" Shawn asked with a big smile on his face as he stared at me. At my hair.
"You've seen my hair out, Shawnie." I replied but he just shook his head.
"Cory and I have only seen it out after you straightened it. I bet," He leaned closer to me and looked me right in the eye. "Your natural hair is as amazing as you are." I was stunned. Shawn was a sweetheart, that was a given but I don't think he'd ever been this supportive and loving of anyone that wasn't a baseball player.
Before I could really react, Cory gagged. "Get your goo out of here! I'm trying to eat!" He bellowed dramatically causing Shawn and I to roll our eyes. I stared down at my palms on the table, avoiding all eye contact when I heard Shawn.
"Hey, who's that?" he said, nodding to the table just behind to see an older female teacher take a seat next to Mr. Feeny. They seemed immersed in a lovely conversation, one that clearly made them feel like they were our age again.
"Maybe she's new." I reasoned, only for Shawn and Cory to chuckle beside me.
"She must be new, she's talking to Feeny." Shawn replied wittily. He received a kick in the leg for his insolence. The betrayal that flashed in his eyes almost broke my heart.
"So how late did you guys stay up?" I asked, causing Shawn almost immediately perked up. His smile must have been contagious, because before I knew it I had a big dopey grin on my face too.
Cory smirked. "Monologue."
I could only roll my eyes at him. "Monologue, first guest."
Shawn leaned forward with a snide grin plastered on his face. "Monologue, first guest, bad sketch."
Cory scoffed in fake amusement before turning to the blue eyed boy. "Alright Hunter, Monologue, first guest, bad sketch, funny zoo animal."
I rolled up my sleeve and cleared my throat causing both sets of eyes to turn my way. "Monologue, first guest, bad sketch, funny zoo animal... Steve Lawrence!" I bragged watching as they roared in jealousy.
Cory sat slack jawed at the table. "Whoa!" He exclaimed as Shawn looked me dead in the eye to see if I was lying.
"Steve Lawrence! What were you doing up so late, Sunshine?" He asked, jokingly but his smile quickly dropped when he noticed mine fade.
"I was waiting for my parents again. Brianna fell asleep during the monologue." I responded quickly. He looked like he was about to say something else when the bell rang.
Shawn stood up and turned to Cory with a fake smile on his face. "And there's the bell." He turned to the table and grabbed my books. He said a lady was never to carry her own books which was dumb because I'm pretty sure I'm more man they the both of these bafoons combined, but I learned not to argue with him.
"Four hours till lunch." Cory and I said in unison. I pretended not to notice the way Shawn kept looking at me. I could feel his pity from here and I hated it.
+=+=+=+=+
We were seated in Mr. Feeny's class, listening to him explain the train wreck that was Romeo and Juliet. I hated this play with a burning passion, actually I hated all Shakespeare plays with a burning passion, all except MacBeth and that just because the witches are hilarious.
"She's dead, Mr. Bornihay. Pick up the knife and kill yourself." Feeny exclaimed. How was it appropriate to teach this to sixth graders?
Nicolas stood silently for a minute before turning to Feeny with a large knife in his hand. "Come on, Mr. Feeny, you and I both know she's not really dead. May I please stab her a few times just to make sure?" Yes, because that would end well.
Vanessa, who has been lying dead up until this point playing Juliet, sat up and was face to face with Nicholas "Hey! You touch me with that knife, you better kill me the first time." Rightfully so, what kind of kid jokingly suggests murder?
Nicolas sounded terrified as he whined for help. "Mr. Feeny..."
Feeny was quick to come to Nicholas's aid. "All right, all right..." he said as he laid Vanessa back down on the desk.
At that point I had completely zoned out of the lesson. I began drawing ballerinas in my notebook when I noticed Shawn, who was sitting behind Cory, leaned forward to speak. Cory had his hand cupped around his right ear and I instantly knew this was gonna backfire.
"Cory." Shawn whispered. He waited for Cory to respond before he asked "What's the score?" As much as I loved these boys, they were buffoons.
"Bottom of the third, two out, Dykstra's on second, Kruk's on first, 3 and 2 to Dalton." Cory spoke, not quite whispering in reply when suddenly out of nowhere, Feeny's hand pulled Cory's hand away from his ear, revealing a small headphone. Busted!
Mr. Feeny pulled the headphone out of Cory's ear. "What's this, Mr. Matthews?"
Cory cupped his hand over his ear. "Huh? What'd you say, Mr. Feeny? You took my hearing aid." Dummy.
Mr. Feeny Pulls at the cord and takes Cory's radio, then puts the headphone in his ear, gross, and recites the play-by-play unemotionally. "Smoltz delivers, Dalton swings. Oh, he got a piece of that one. It's a long drive, deep to center. Otis Nixon back, back to the warning track, climbs up the wall, and..." He turned off the radio causing Cory and Shawn to groan and for me to let out a chuckle at their expense.
"Mr. Matthews, Romeo and Juliet is Shakespeare's ultimate testament of love between a man and a woman." As if on queue Nicolas started screaming. "Help! Help! Mr. Feeny! Help!" Nicolas cried, pinned to the desk by Vanessa, who's trying to stab him with the fake knife. "Help! Help!"
Again Mr. Feeny rushed over, and managed to take the knife from Vanessa. "Ms. Kincaid, thank you! Thank you for that, uh, vigorous interpretation." When that was over, he turned back to Cory. "Mr. Matthews, you do not listen to the ballgame in the middle of my class."
Cory decided to stand up to Mr.Feeny, both figuratively and literally. "Mr. Feeny, who cares about some guy who killed himself over some dumb girl?" This would be the point where I stepped in to explain the simple lesson but today I actually agreed with him.
But Mr. Feeny shook his head and paced toward Cory. "The tragedy here, Mr. Matthews, is not about a dumb girl or the boy who kills himself because of her. It's about the all-consuming power of love and the inevitability of its influence on each of our lives."
I couldn't even see his face but I already knew Cory was looking at him with confusion. "Are you aware that I'm only eleven years old?"
Mr. Feeny rolled his eyes in return before offering his rebuttal. "Are you aware that you have detention Friday afternoon?" Cory looked absolutely gobsmacked when he turned and looked at Shawn and I.
"No, actually I did not know that." He said as he took his seat. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Ms. Archer?" Mr. Feeny looked at me curiously.
"Why are we learning about Romeo and Juliet? Or Shakespeare at all? There's so much better things we should read." I said, that last bit was to myself.
"Alright," Mr. Feeny said as he walked back to his desk and sat back. "This is an intellectual debate on the material of the class, I assume?" Mr. Feeny asked, aimed pointedly at Cory rather than having it at me. The rest of the class then turned to stare at me and I got tongue tied.
"It's Ray, Mr. Feeny. If she has anything to say, It's definitely worth listening to." Shawn came to my defense and patted my hand comfortingly. I looked at him and he took a deep breath with me and let my hand go.
"Well, ummm. Firstly, no relationship should be so life altering that you'd be willing to kill yourself at the lose of them. I-I-in fact, a lot of emotionally abusive partners threaten suicide to prevent their significant others to leave them." I looked over at Shawn again and he had this look on his face of pure adoration. He'd always look at me like that when I spoke up in class.
Mr. Feeny seemed to agree. "Point taken. Secondly?"
"Secondly, The story is inherently creepy. A young man is madly in love with a woman he was given for marriage, whom he was willing to die for, only to become infatuated by a post pubescent girl? Romeo must've been around 24 when he met Juliet, which is pedophilia." I ranted and the rest of the class looked at me like I'd grown a second head. All except Cory, Shawn and Mr. Feeny.
"What's pandaphenilia?" Cory whispered to Shawn who just shrugged.
"Also, both Romeo and Juliet are dumb, because she was only asleep. She was obviously still breathing so why did he drink the poison? And after he drank the poison, she woke up and he was able to see that she was alive. What kind of bozo brings poison anywhere without also bringing the antidote? Juliet, I'll give her more credit because she was 13, but wouldn't finding a way to save him be a better solution than stabbing yourself?" I finished my little rant to hear the silence of the classroom. It was unsettling. I sat completely frozen in place before I heard applause coming from right next to me and a pair of arms engulfing me in a hug.
"Mr. Feeny, she deserves an 'A' for the rest of her life!" Cory exclaimed.
"Well, Mr. Matthews, if I'm grading her, maybe I should grade the rest of you. Class assignment, find some books that you would like to read throughout the year and why. I'll amend the class curriculum based on the best presentations." Mr. Feeny smirked at Cory, who slumped in his seat despairingly.
"Hey, Sunshine?" Shawn whispered beside me.
"Yes, Shawnie?" I whisper back, hiding my smile as the class all begin discussing what books they want to read this year.
I seemed dazed for a moment before he asked me anything. "You have any good books? If I'm ever gonna get out of here I should ace this assignment." He smiled cheekily.
I picked up my books from under my seat and placed them on my desk. "Well, there's "Of Mice and Men", "The Outsiders", "The Bell Jar", "Catcher in The..." actually no...not that one. "That was Then, This is Now" was good." I replied and Shawn picked up a book from under my desk and started reading. He picked 'The Outsiders' and I honestly couldn't think of why.
+=+=+=+=+
The rest of the day went by painstakingly slowly after English class. Math homework was nonexistent and history had me counting the seconds until class ended so when the bell rang, you could imagine that I was ready to sprint out of class. "Ms. Archer, a word." I guess my luck wasn't that great.
Looking around the class, I noticed that Shawn was still sitting on his desk waiting for me. Maybe it was because I always walked home with him or maybe he just wanted to wait in case I forgot how to talk again.
"Mr. Hunter, you can wait in the hallway." Mr. Feeny stated when he also noticed the blue eyed boy beside.
"Can he stay...please?" I shrank in my seat when they both looked at me because of the outburst. Mr. Feeny nodded and approached my desk.
"Ms. Archer, I've noticed that you haven't been as focused as you normally are in class. Are you alright, my dear?" I just looked at him like a deer in the headlights. I didn't make a sound. I tried to talk but the words didn't come out despite how much I wanted them to.
"Are her grades dropping?" Shawn asked, sounding absolutely terrified but Mr. Feeny shook his head.
"No, no, Ms. Archer's grades are still exemplary, however I have noticed that she has been staring off into empty space lately. She seems half interested and hasn't been as jubilant as she normally is." Mr. Feeny explained, causing Shawn to scoff and sling his arm over my shoulder.
"There's no way, Feeny. Ray's always smiling. She brightens up the room. That's why I call her 'Sunshine.' See she's smiling right now." It killed me to hear how distraught he was. But I couldn't help but smile whenever he called me Sunshine. He was secretly such a dork.
"Mr. Hunter, I'm afraid Ms. Archer has been faking her joy for you and Mr. Matthews' benefit. I've noticed this weeks ago, now I'm really sorry if this is invasive but are there any struggles at home that I could assist with?" When I didn't say anything, Shawn grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly. The look in his eyes made me feel like he was going to personally make sure that things were going to be okay, that I could tell Mr. Feeny.
"My parents haven't been home in ten days." Mr. Feeny stiffened, about to speak before I stopped him. "No, they didn't leave me alone. Their friends were watching me. Mom and Dad went to a conference out of state. They were supposed to be back home nine days ago but I haven't heard from them in over a week. I've been staying up waiting for them to come home." Shawn just wrapped his arms around me as I willed myself not to cry.
Mr. Feeny didn't say anything either, just squeezed my hand with pity and sorrow and began to walk out of class. "Ms. Archer, do you know what state the conference was in?"
"Seattle." I grabbed my stuff and left.
"Sunshine?" I heard Shawn murmur behind me and smiled his way, as he tore the books out of my hand.
"Nothing, I just wanted you to know that you're still Sunshine."
"Thank you, Shawnie."
"Let's get you home. You have dance class tomorrow so you need to sleep and be well rested."
"You're such a dad!"
+=+=+=+=+
While we were walking, I noticed something that I had never really realized before. Every day after school, I'd walk with Shawn and sometimes Cory. Between my school and my house, there was an enormous park with two giant jungle gyms and a bunch of benches where I could sit and read.
Everyday, whether Cory joined us or not, we'd play until the five o'clock bus passed and then we'd sit and read until he noticed that my words started slow. He never listened in class but right here I had every ounce of his focus. I'd never realized that before.
"Sunshine, are you ready to go home?" He'd ask as he lifted me off the bench. We'd walk hand in hand until he got to my house.
When I opened the door, I noticed that I was the first one home again. I turned to push the blue eyed boy out before he noticed, but I was too late. "Nice try." He said and closed the screen but not the door.
"You want some food, Shawnie?" I asked after taking off my sneakers. He shook his head causing his floppy hair to fall a little. I scoffed dramatically.
"You, the Shawn Patrick Hunter, don't want any food?"
He rolled his eyes. I would assume that he was annoyed but that smile plastered on his face, the same smile he had on his face when I got my first three pointer. "You're weird."
"You sure? I've got cake." He stared wide eyed as he looked me up and down.
"What type, Sunshine?"
"Fudge, Shawnie!" He practically sprinted into my house. My dad would kill him if he saw that I brought anyone in unsupervised. I was kind of impressed that he knew to take off his shoes. He hadn't been here more than thrice and he never took off his shoes at Cory's but he always. ALWAYS took off his shoes whenever he had the chance to come in here.
We were at the table doing our homework, well I was doing homework and Shawn was eating cake. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear Jefferson and Jazmyne enter the house looking distraught. When Jefferson saw me, he smiled really wide. "Aww Rae-Rae, this must be the boyfriend!" He teased Shawn and I as Jazmyne slipped up to her bedroom to change.
"Hello, Mr. Jefferson. Nice to meet you. Sunshine talks about you guys a lot." Shawn wiped the fudge off his face as I wanted to crawl into a hole and decay. Shawn was either oblivious or being coy and honestly both of those were infuriating.
"Oh, likewise. Rae-Rae could talk about you for hours. In fact I think she has." Jefferson ranted and I slid lower in my chair. Oh please, God, put me in a hole somewhere.
Just as I was about to test the lethality of Shawn's fork, Jaz came downstairs dressed in shorts and a green sweater. I'm not sure where she thought she was going but Jefferson would never let her go anywhere if he saw her like that. "Dad, stop making the girl squirm or she's never gonna trust you with anything." She said as she used Jeff's focus on me to sneak out the front door.
"Mr. Jefferson, I'm not Raven's boyfriend." I stiffened when he called me Raven. He never called me Raven.
Jeff smirked smugly at the two of us. "Archers and hunters always made a good pair." He said and went to start on dinner. I kept my gaze locked on a scratch on the table. Maybe if I ignored them, they'd disappear.
"Okay well, Rae, it's almost time to go. Hunter, you need a ride home?" Jefferson asked from the kitchen. It smelt really good, but I planned on eating later.
I looked up from my homework to see Shawn already smiling at me. I smiled back and he continued staring at me when he answered Jefferson.
"Actually, I'm gonna walk. Sunshine's studio is not that far so I was going to walk her to dance class." I heard Jefferson laugh in the kitchen. I was going to get ridiculed for this later, won't I? I grabbed my dance bag and started putting on my shoes, Shawn holding my shoulder to keep himself up.
"You got it, Hunter. Rae-Rae, Brianna's gonna pick you up after dance." And with that, Shawn grabbed my dance bag and crouched down to carry me to dance.
+=+=+=+=+
"You know you don't have to carry me, right?" I said, even though I made no effort to try and get off.
"But you're so tiny, Sunshine. Appreciate before I can't lift you anymore." He teased, jumping over a crack in the sidewalk. I tightened my grip on his neck.
"Did you just body shame me?" I asked with a fake offended tone lacing my voice.
I heard Shawn laugh, before he put me on the ground at the door to my dance class. I almost didn't want to go inside. He handed me my dance bag and held the door open for me and smiled at me. "Nothing to shame, Sunshine. Go have fun." He teasingly pushed me inside.
So I did. I went up the stairs and went off to ballet class.
+=+=+=+=+
I walked out of class, clad in tights and my leotard. The routine fresh in my mind and stomach singing for food, I was starving. When I put on my pants, I saw Jazmyne opening the door to the changing room with Brianna in tow. I was gonna joke with her about the outfit when I saw the depressed look on her face.
"What's wrong, Jazmyne? Did you get grounded?" The teenage girl looked away with tears threatening to fall from her eyes. I looked to Brianna for clarity but she just knelt in front of me. Her warm brown eyes were glistening too as she grabbed my hands and told me.
I felt all the air rip out from my lungs. My heart stopped and the world grew silent even though, based on the burning sensation in my throat, I was screaming. I just kept crying and screaming, my dance teachers came running into the room and looked at me in complete distress. When Jazmyne led them away from me breathing became really hard.
So hard in fact that the world around me turned black and before I could do anything at all, the world around me faded to nothingness and the last thought I had before I slipped into the abyss was of the new truth. My parents are dead.
+=+=+=+=+
I was sitting in the cafeteria the next day. My books were on the table next to my lunch tray and the brown paper bag with a multitude of sweets was sitting in the bottom of my giant bag. Cory, Shawn, and I were looking at our disgusting lunch food. After prodding his meat-type product, Shawn looks up to us with a grimace.
"Well, mine's got fuzz." He said, looking up at me. He's been doing that all day.
Cory sat quietly, obviously as always and poking his food. "Mine's got lips."
"Mine's got a pulse." I gagged and pulled the container of fudge cake from my brown paper bag and then put the bag aside. Shawn looked at me wide eyed, but I barely noticed as I drew little swirls in the icing.
Shawn smiled fondly before jokingly asking "Hey, bag lady. Rough life being an only child, huh?" I managed to huff a small laugh at him.
But that all came to a screeching halt when Cory said something along the lines of "Yeah. Rougher life being an orphan, which is what I am as of last night." And I froze. Shawn was quick to shoot me a concerned look before I grabbed the food on my tray and shoved it in Cory's face. It felt like everyone in the room was looking at me as Shawn came to my side with napkins for my tear stained face and for Cory's sludge converted face. They both looked at me as breathing became nearly impossible and I nearly fell out of my chair.
Shawn caught me and kept me upright as Cory looked around the cafeteria. "TURN AROUND! MIND YOUR BUSINESS! STOP STARING AT HER!" the curly haired boy exclaimed as I regained my composure. The boys decided to play it off as though nothing had happened. Continuing their conversation, Shawn still had a secure arm around my chair.
"What happened?" Shawn asked tentatively.
Cory shot me a hesitant glance, but when he noticed me in a daze he continued. "I dumped my family and my family dumped me. It was mutual. They're keeping the house." I remained completely still.
Shawn looked over to Cory, he rolled his eyes at the curly haired boy's dramatic behaviour. "Well, we're here for you, Cory." He said teasingly. But it went straight over Cory's head.
"Thanks. You're my new brother and sister." Cory replied, patting Shawn and my arm. Then Cory's eyes shone brightly, like he had an epiphany. "Hey, how about we go to the game Friday night?"
"No. Besides, isn't the game sold out?" I replied and Shawn smiled at me.
Cory smiled too. "It is, so we go down early. There's always guys with extra tickets."
Shawn looked at me for a minute then back at Cory. "Don't you have detention Friday?"
Cory rolled his eyes in a cocky manner. "Uh, don't worry about detention. I can handle Feeny. Feeny loves me. If Raven can not get detention for ragging on Romeo and Juliet, I can totally get out of mine.
"Feeny hates you, and the only reason Sunshine didn't get detention was because she had an intelligible debate."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Even though he got the word wrong, at least he was trying. "Intellectual, Shawnie." He lowered his head to hide his blush when I turned to face Cory. "And Feeny hates you." I said and Cory rolled his eyes before standing up.
"Well, it's one of the two. We'll see who's right." He said as he made his way to the table Feeny was sitting at.
"Raven! Raven is always right, Cor!" Shawn exclaimed before turning back to me. "So, Sunshine, are you gonna tell me what's wrong? I never thought you'd get so mad that you shoved a tray on goop in Cory's face." He tried to joke, but he must've noticed that my smile wasn't reaching my eyes and scooted his chair closer to me. "You can't fool me. I know what your fake smile really looks like now and you've been fake smiling all day. Are you okay, Raven?" He asked.
I shook my head. "I'm an orphan, Shawnie." I couldn't help the quiver in my voice as he looked at me, watching the tears fall from my eyes.
"Did you fight with your family too?" He asked somewhat hopefully, readying himself for the worse."
"They're dead, Shawn. My parents are dead." I cried before I was engulfed in a hug. He just sat there letting me cry. I lost track of the world around me. I didn't even notice that the bell had rung until I heard Feeny's voice just behind me.
"Lunchtime is over, you two." He said and Shawn tightened his hold around me. "Mr. Hunter, I appreciate that you're connecting with your friend but you both need to head to class." Mr. Feeny was about to lecture us on the importance of being in class, when Shawn handed me some napkins for my tears and Feeny noticed the patch of wetness on Shawn's flannel.
"Mr. Feeny, is it okay if Sunshine stays here so that she could eat? Our lunch was kinda disgusting." Shawn asked, slowly pulling away.
"You and Cory didn't eat either, Shawnie." My voice was raw and dry but Shawn seemed to have heard me. "Mr. Feeny, if we go to class can we eat there?" I asked looking up at my teacher. My eyes felt puffy. I must've looked absolutely awful.
"Only if you tell me what's wrong, Ms. Archer." He replied.
"My parents are dead." I held my breath so as to not start crying again. Shawn was now standing up with my books and my large brown bag full of snacks in his hand.
"Ms. Archer, you may take all the time you need. Would you like to go home?" I shook my head. It's not like I had anything to go home to. I shook my head and made my way to class and was thankful that Shawn and I sat in the back. I had moved my chair to be directly next to Shawn's desk as I passed him and Cory some snacks from my bag.
Shawn smiled softly as he popped a piece of the fudge cake in his mouth. Cory was nibbling on the sugar cookies Brianna packed me as we all half listened to the class' oral presentations.
I was resting on Shawn's shoulder when Mr. Feeny called on the blue eyed boy. He stood up, wiping the leftover fudge off his face. I didn't expect it, but he quickly grabbed my hand before he spoke.
"Last night, I finished a book called 'Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry' by author Mildred D. Taylor." I looked up at him in shock. I had recommended that book to him months ago. I can't believe he actually read it. I must've been wearing my shock on my face because he just squeezed my hand.
"In this book, we're taken back to the rooraled..." He looked down at me for confirmation.
"Rural." I whispered to him.
"Rural Mississippi in the 1930s. The books talk about racism. There are several examples of racism in the book like how the textbooks were handed out in class, the white kids are given new ones while the black kids are given the old, used and torn ones..."
To say I was in awe would probably be an understatement.
I don't think I'd ever seen him put that much effort into any kind of assignment in the four years we've been friends. When he was done, he let out a heavy breath. Cory and Shawn both high fived and Feeny just stared in our direction like we were impostors.
"Bravo, Mr. Hunter."
+=+=+=+=+
Walking back home after school, Shawn dragged me to the park. I have no idea what's next for me. We were sitting on the swings moving slowly and only slightly out of sync. I was glad I had this.
The park was empty so we were on our own. Just us and the wind as we swung quietly.
"There goes the bus. Come on Sunshine. I'll walk you home." Shawn said, holding his hand out to me.
"What's there to go home to, Shawnie? Jefferson and Brianna have a house and a daughter of their own. They have enough bills to pay without worrying about some ten year old who's not related to them in any way." I stayed seated and he sat back down with me. Tears were trailing down my face whether I wanted them to or not. "My grandparents live out of state. I might move away, Shawnie."
He took my hand. "Then, I'll pack up my trailer and come visit you every chance I get. Come on, home or not, they still have food." He joked and I smiled. Despite everything I smiled. He's such an idiot. I prayed then that I wouldn't leave. That I wouldn't be taken away from him and Cory.
We made it to my house and I stood in the driveway and looked up at it. I didn't notice Brianna at the door waiting for me until Shawn poked me.
"Raven, we ordered pizzas. Lots of cheese pizza. Shawn can stay for dinner if he wants." She pulled away from the house and extended her arm out. Shawn walked to the door with me, carrying my books and my bag. I'm not sure why he volunteers to be my pack mule but he does...Who am I to not take advantage of that?
We were seated at the table and I hadn't eaten more than three bite before Jefferson spoke up. "So, Rae. We were talking to some lawyers about you. There are still some things to work out, we have to go back to our place but we'll make sure you're all set, okay?"
I stared down at my hands. "Am I going away?" I asked.
Brianna and Jazmyne shared a look before Jefferson leaned over and began speaking softly to me. "Hey hey hey What did you think I was talking about?" I looked over to Shawn who nodded at me to speak my mind.
"Am I going to live with my grandparents now?" I looked around the table. Jazmyne smiled before she started laughing lightly.
"No, Black Bird, listen, My mom and dad are your god-parents which means that because your parents are gone, it'll be like my mom and dad are adopting you. When he said we'd be going home it's just part of their plan...okay?" She looked at me warmly.
"I will be with you for the rest of the week. Jefferson and Jazzy are going to go home because well, we live there and next week Jeff will be living here. Does that sound good Rae?"
I nodded, trying to hide my content smile. I failed miserably.
"Uh oh. Look at that, I think Rae-Rae's happy she's staying!" He laughed and looked over to Shawn. He looked back at me with that devious look in his dark eyes. "Hey, Little Blue Eyes isn't the reason you were so scared, was he?" He teased but I nodded.
"Cory and Shawn are my best friends. We're a trio." I replied and Shawn nodded in agreement.
"Is that so? What consists of this trio?" Jazmyne looks at me and Shawn with an amused look on her face.
"Well, Cory's like the sarcastic one, who will dig on you but also make sure we're okay. He's also very weird. Shawn's the one who always questions authority..." Shawn interrupted before I could finish.
"No I don't!" He exclaimed as I shoved his pizza into his mouth to shut him up.
"He also pretends he doesn't care what people think most of the time and keeps secrets." I finished shooting glares at the boy beside me as he chewed on his pizza.
"Oh yeah, well Raven is the little genius know-it-all who always has to correct everybody, she hides her feelings and keeps a neutral face and she keeps Cory and I on track sometimes." Shawn pointed at me accusingly.
"Sometimes? Shawn you'd walk home and end up in Siberia if I didn't keep you on track!" I exclaimed, forgetting there were other people at this table.
"At least I don't go around correcting everyone! Even Feeny!" He poked teasingly and I rolled my eyes.
"I only did that once!"
+=+=+=+=+
The next day at lunch, I felt much better. I was sitting beside Shawn and Cory, while the two were once again watching Feeny and Evelyn.
Cory squinted at them. "Two days in a row. She just doesn't learn." He said as I ate my fudge cake.
"Three days, Cory." I corrected, not even thinking about it. I stiffened when I realized what I'd done and looked at Shawn who was smiling cockily at me. "Shut up and eat your cake!" I snided, pointing to the container Jeff had packed for him.
"Just making sure you know what you're doing." He shrugged.
Cory was now looking at us weird. "You two are gross." He said, with disgust written all over his face. I took out my copy of 'Roll of Thunder, Hear Me Cry' and quietly read as Cory and Shawn kept watching our teacher.
I heard Mr. Feeny as he spoke though my attention was on my book. "Evelyn, I hope I'm not being too forward, but instead of cafeteria lunch, maybe one evening we could have dinner together?" Good for you, Feeny.
I could hear the smile in her voice when she replied "Of course, George. I'd love it."
"Good. I'm quite the cook, you know." Mr. Feeny said as they stood up from their table.
"Really?" Evelyn asked, as if she didn't know Mr. Feeny could do anything.
Mr. Feeny chuckled. "Oh, yes. Just the other night, I prepared a lovely salad nicoise for my sister, but she, uh, had to cancel at the last moment." Oh that's sad...Why am I eavesdropping?
I saw a shadow loom over our table as Mr. Feeny stops at Cory, and Evelyn proceeds onward. "Confused, Mr. Matthews?" he asked and I turned back to my book as Shawn took a piece of my cake and began reading over my shoulder.
Cory nodded his head. "Yes I am, sir."
Mr. Feeny chuckled. "As it should be." He began to walk away but turn back towards us. "They seem to understand." He said but I didn't see who he was talking about.
I looked at Shawn quickly, then at Cory and I couldn't help but smile. I was still sad. Still heartbroken but I still have these two and now I have Jeff, Jazz and Brianna too.
Maybe I was gonna be okay after all...
-End-
(A/N...THIS IS OVER 6500 WORDS!!! OH MY GOD)
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
Shinya X Christmas Livestream 25th December 2021 (Open part)
Notes: This is a translation of the first part (30 min) of Shinya’s livestream on Christmas. You can still watch it at his channel. Keep in mind he is the only talking, so sometimes he makes long pauses to read comments, just jump from one topic to another or answer comments directly.
----
Shinya starts greeting everyone and wishing a Merry Christmas. He says he hasn’t done a livestream since September and asks the viewers how everyone spent their Christmas day. He reads some comments.
Shinya: Yes I’m wearing a Santa hat, because it’s Christmas. You wear it once a year, last year I couldn’t wear one. It seems that many people were working today even though it’s Saturday so…good job! It seems many people started their holidays yesterday too….
He reads another comment.
Shinya: Yes, I also have a christmas tree *points at the Christmas tree* I decorated it last year too….*reads more comment* You are working until 29th ohhh….ehhh….ehh….”I’m working tomorrow as well”…..”I’m still working”…. ehhh…There are many people working until the 31st….Me…..I have nothing to do until 31st, but once the year begins I have to start recording….after recording, the rehearsals for Shinkiba live starts….it seems that many of you couldn’t get tickets for Shinkiba….I’m really sorry….how was it for you, guys? Could you get tickets? You couldn’t?....there are people saying they are going both days….that’s amazing…*reads comments* “I lost”, “I lost”…. It seems like 98% of people lost the lottery….Maybe…. it may or may not be recorded…in case there is one….please look forward to it…(*subtle Shinya lol*)
He adds once Shinkiba lives are done, he has an event with Seraph. He puts on screen the flyer of the event and explains the details of their first live after two years. He says the first part of the event is going to be a live performance, and the second part a talk. Only Shinya channel members can buy VIP tickets, so if you want to buy one, you still can subscribe to his channel. You can also only watch the second part of this livestream if you are a Shinya channel member.
He appears again on screen asking people to not confuse halls, as this is in Otemachi and not in Shimbashi.
Shinya: What should we talk about? I’m going to see the comments….*reads comments* you are talking about Shinkiba…..yes, I decorated the tree myself….it was quite tiresome…decorating was ok….but cleaning up after that was hard…..”what’s on the table?”….on the table?...you mean this? *points at the table* that’s a candle….
Shinya: I uploaded a video about Wikipedia yesterday….did you guys watch it?....it’s 35 min though…ah!...once I posted the video, the Wikipedia page was fixed with the right information….thank you to those who corrected it!....Some things were written in more detail than I said, so it became a proper wikipedia page….thank you!....please watch it!...they corrected it really fast….it was already changed when I looked at it a few hours later….a thing that was added is that solving mysteries is one of my hobbies…
Shinya talks again about Shinkiba. He says there is a deer head in the dressing room. As Shinkiba is closing, he says he wants to get that head, so he might ask someone. He says he has no interest in other items from Shinkiba.
Shinya: “Maybe you can get it as a birthday present”…. Eh….for that, someone had to made a reservation…the people involved (staff)…..*reads a comment* I’m wearing my apple watch…I use it to track my sleeping time….today I slept 7 hours and 21 minutes…I slept from 2:05 min to 7:24… and from 14:22 to 16:47…*he tries to show the app on his phone to the screen but its blurry*… You can’t see it…..oh, I don’t wear rings usually……*reads a comment* Yes, I don’t wear it when I have a bath….I charge it when I’m taking a bath…cause it usually charges within an hour….Films I have watched recently?.....mmm…more than films, I rewatched Prison Break after a few years….I just watched until season 4…..and I saw they have a 5 season so I rewatched it from season 1….I watched the whole thing in 5 days….Prison Break is really interesting….I like Bellick too…..I hated him at first but, I ended up liking him….
..
Shinya: *Answering a comment* I will archive this livestream if the talk is exciting….if it’s exciting, I think I’m going to archive it…until now, it’s not, so I don’t know…..*reading an comment* “Do you actually play a stringed instrument when you write a song?”….I did in the past…now I use computer software….cause recently it has the sound of a real guitar so I fully do it with the computer…..
..
Shinya: You all are just writing “this talk is exciting” is it exciting?....I guess I will archive the livestream then….there is no sound in this room right now, so I don’t know if it’s exciting or not at all….”I want to see how do you display your board game collection”…..my board collection is…..*points at the mirror behind him* it’s in there… that mirror glass wall…..I can’t open it though….”It’s a ninja house”…..it’s not…my favourite board now….it’s one you have to construct typical ojisan sentences….it has many cards…you have to line them up and make gross typical ojisan sentences…it has really weird words…. The point is to create sentences with really gross words….
Shinya explains a bit amore about the game.
Shinya: “Do you know the members LINE?”…..eh….I just know Die’s….I sent him a LINE message for his birthday… ehh….*checks his phone* What did I send to him?.....”Happy birthday! Please keep improving your muscle training this year as well”….I got a “Thank you” stamp as a reply…I don’t see the members since the final tour live in Shizuoka….it’s been already a month since the end of the tour…I’m not seeing them anymore this year, I will see them next year at the Shinkiba rehearsal…I’m not going to see them for a while…
..
Shinya: Have you listened to Kyo’s Petit Brabacon? *laughs* I listened to the 3 songs yesterday at Spotify…everyone is writing “petit”…..haven’t you listened to petit brabacon yet?... petit…. Yukihiro’s drumming is amazing…. Ohhh tomorrow is L’arc en ciel live….I might be going…I might go or not….as tomorrow is the tour final…I might go…
..
Shinya: I tried to find a way to call Seraph’s fans once….somehow,as Seraph is an angel/heavenly…I thought something like “humans”….but “humans”….if “humans” come to a Dir live, when Kyo sings the “Let’s stop being humans” line…(from Diabolos)….at the same time it’s going to be like if they were told to stop being a Seraph fan….that’s really problematic..isn’ t it?....
…
Shinya: “Do you have any plans for your drum set next tour?”… Right now….it changed a bit…I think the cymbals are going to change a bit…I talked last time about using brown drumsticks..I want to try that….Shinkiba goods….now the designs are being checked….I’m also thinking about Seraph’s goods, if there is something you want, please write it….
Shinya: Kyo told me he wanted to play games with me, but I don’t play fortnite…..Dead by Daylight is an option….talking about videogames…I was going to receive on the 27th a gaming computer, but it arrived yesterday…right now is there….*points at it*…from now on, I will play Dead by Daylight on my computer…. fortnite is interesting….everyone plays fortnite and Apex….time ago I used to play Game Boy Advance with Kyo, it was at the time you had to use a connection cable to connect both (devices)….we used to play at the airport when we went abroad…..*reading a comment* you play fornite with your family?....I wonder if you can do that with your phone…
Shinya: “Your Yamanote line videos are funny”…thank you so much….next Yamanote video…we are going to Harajuku… if you have any ideas of what content you want to see, please tell me…
Shinya: “You are not selling calendars for next year”….that’s right….we didn’t do one this year, last year we made so many, that forgot about this year…….there were many people in Harajuku, we went to Harajuku from Shibuya….we went on a Saturday….
Some ask if someone noticed it was Shinya while doing his youtube video and Shinya thinks no one noticed it was him, people just realized the camera.
Shinya: “A Seraph calendar that starts in April”….it seems some of you want a Seraph Calendar that starts in April…I will think about it….a daily rip-off-a-page calendar…..that’s a bit complicated....you are really demanding a calendar that starts in April….
(*In japan, fiscal year as well as school year starts in April.*)
Shinya: That’s right…there is a broadcasting on the 29th in wowow, I haven’t checked it so once you watch it, please share what you think about it….the drum’s footage is nice….you can watch wowow on your phone….a lot of you are watching it on tv…do you guys have a tv?....mine is there….*points*….the tv is there, and there are board games around there…. A room tour?...it’s something that could be done anytime….”I want an iphone case”….do you all use iphone?....or are you android?.....It seems a lot of you are iphone….ehhh….it seems that everyone is an iphone user…..please let your comments at the youtube videos….ohhh, it seems that the 30 min had already passed!....I’m changing to the members only livestream….do you already have the link?....Can you see it?....you all are writing that you already have it….so from now on, only blog members can watch the livestream….the livestream will continue there, if you are not a blog member, happy new year! Bye bye….
122 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
teejaywyatt1
TeeJay Wyatt
protectbarryallen2kalways
For Fuck's Sake Bartholomew
fuckitunicorns
Conni
fuckitunicorns
Conni