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Zeus Greek god, Straight to the point deep dive on epiphets, offerings, etc.

Herbs • Holm oak, olive tree, star anise, dandelion, almonds, pine, vervain, oak in general.

Animals• cuckoo-bird, swan, bull, satyr, eagle, wolf, woodpecker

Zodiac • Sagittarius and Pisces, maybe cancer.

Colors • Silver, blue, white, gold 

Crystal• White and yellow diamonds, Lapis lazuli, Blue and yellow sapphires, turquoise,  celestite, iron/steel, any quartz

Symbols• olive tree branch, throne, Lightning bolt, a crown, scepter, the Aegis

Diety of• sky and weather, the Greek gods, cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants, law, order, justice, hospitality, Kings

Patron of• the sky and weather, men, the Greek gods, cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants, law, order, justice 

Offerings• Wine, Whiskey, Milk, Tea, Coffee, Small cakes, Breads, Red meat, Scaled fish, Fruit, Rain water, Silver, blue, white, gold candles, Figures of eagles and bulls, Symbols of a thubderbolt, The scales of justice, Crowns, Statues of Himself, eagles, or thunderbolts, Cinnamon, Laurel, Art or pictures of eagles and bulls, Eagle and bull plushies/toys, Oak, Pine, Toy crowns, Imagery of thunderbolts (ex- art, keychains, pictures, toys), Photographs or art of storms, Golden oobjects, Blue, white, or gold flowers, Assignments you got good grades on anything you are proud of (ex-art, writings, a dance you made or perfected, your songs, your favorite toy that you’ve taken care of for years.), the fat on the bones of the animals, a scepter, throne photos &, etc, fruit juice, rainwater, wedding rings, White wine, medals, hammers, acorns, cotton balls, coins.

Devotional• Check the weather for the day, Learn to recognize the different kinds of clouds, Speak out if you see an injustice (do not speak over those actually receiving the injustice), Dance in the rain, Examine ideas on fatherhood, examine how any paternal influence you received may have impacted your life,  your parents for the good parenting you received, Listen to storms and bask in their glory (whether its a real storm or you’re just listening to a recording of one), Learn to appreciate different kinds of weather, learn the property lines of your house, Take care of yourself, Learn a little more about politics and the current political state of your country, fight for what you believe in (only if it is not harming others), Help sort out a conflict or an argument, Also learn about your country’s legal system, Be hospitable, Take leadership in a project that you’re doing, Destigmatize sex work and homelessness, Practice divination, Learn about your local hawks/eagles/birds of prey,  learn ornithomancy (divination from the flight of birds), study meteorology and climate change, study local and national politics, practice good citizenship, vote, volunteer to register voters, support issues and candidates, collect rainwater, support your family, help your grandparents, help people move, donate to charity & homeless centers, worship his family in his honor, singing his praises (he likes being complimented)

Ephithets• ABRETTE′NUS/Abrettênos-surname of Zeus in Mysia, ACRAEUS/Akraios-given to various goddesses and gods whose temples were situated upon hills, AEGIDU′CHOS/AEGI′OCHOS/Aigidouchos/Aigiochos- surname of Zeus, as the bearer of the Aegis when he strikes terror into the impious and his enemies, but also a surname of Zeus being fed by a goat, AENE′IUS/AENE′SIUS/Ainêios/Ainêsios- surname of Zeus when he was worshipped in the island of Cephalenia, AE′THIOPS/Aithiops-the Glowing or the Black, AETNAEUS/Aitnaios -an epithet given to several devine beings connected with Mount Aetna, AGAMEMNON/Agamemnôn- A surname of Zeus, under when he was worshipped at Sparta, AGATHODAEMON/Agathodaimôn/Agathos Deos-Good God, when Greeks drank a cup of unmixed wine at the end of every repast, AGE′TOR/Agêtôr- surname given to several gods, AGO′NIUS/Agônios- a surname or epithet of several gods used in the sense of helpers in struggles and contests, AGORAEUS/AGORAEA/Agoraia/Agoraios-epithets given to several divinities who were considered as the protectors of the people in agora, ALASTOR/Alastôr- surname of Zeus, describing him as the avenger of evil deeds, ALEXI′CACUS/Alexikakos- the averter of evil, AMBU′LIU/AMBU′LIA/AMBU′LII/Amboulia/Amboulioi/Amboulios- surnames when the Spartans worshipped Athena, the Dioscuri, and Zeus, APE′MIUS/Apêmios- a surname of Zeus when he had an altar on mount Parnes in Attica where sacrifices were offered to him, APESA′NTIUS/Apesantios- when zeus had a temple on mount Apesas near Nemea, where Perseus was said to have first offered sacrifices to him, APOMYIUS/Apomuios- driving away the flies, AREIUS/Areios-  either the warlike or the propitiating and atoning god, ASBAMAEUS/Asbamaios- protector of the sanctity of oaths, A′SIUS/Asios- surname of Zeus, from the town of Asos or Oasos in Crete, ATABY′RIUS/Ataburios- surname of Zeus derived from mount Atabyris or Atabyrion in the island of Rhodes, ATHO′US/Athôos - a surname of Zeus, derived from mount Athos, CA′RIUS/Karios-where he had a temple at Mylassa in Caria, CA′SIUS/Kasios-surname of Zeus, derived from amount Casion not far from Pelusium, CATAE′BATES/Kataibatês-who descends in thunder and lightning, CATHA′RSIUS/Katharsios- the purifyer or atoner, CENAEUS/Kênaios- derived from cape Cenaeum in Euboea, CHRYSAOR/Chrusaôr- The god with the golden sword or arms, CLA′RIUS/Klarios- the god who distributes things by lot, CO′NIUS/Konios- the god who excites or makes dust, CORYPHAEUS/CORYPHAEA/Koruphaia -the highest or supreme god, and is, CROCE′ATAS/Krokeatas- derived from Croceae, near Gythium in Laconia, CRO′NIDES/CRONI′ON/Kronidês/Kroniôn- a patronymic from Cronus, and very commonly given to Zeus, the son of Cronus, CTE′SIUS/Ktêsios - the protector of property, DICTAEUS/Diktaios- derived from mount Dicte in the eastern part of Crete, ELEUTHEREUS/Eleuthereus- used in the sense of the deliverer, and occurs also as the surname of Zeus, EVA′NEMUS/Euanemos- the giver of favourable wind, 

GAME′LII/Gamêlioi theoi- divinities protecting and presiding over marriage, GENETAEUS/Genêtaios- derived from Cape Genetus on the Euxine, HETAEREIUS/Hetaireios - the protector of companies or associations of friends, HOMAGY′RIUS/Homagurios- god of the assembly or league, HO′RCIUS/Horkios- the god who watches over oaths, or is invoked in oaths, and punishes their violation, HYES/Huês- the moist or fertilising god, HYE′TIUS/HYES/HY′PATUS/Hupatos-the most high, ITHOMATAS/Ithômatas- derived from the Messenian hill of Ithome, LABRANDEUS/Labrandeus derived from a temple he had at Labranda, LAPE′RSIUS/Lapersios- derived from the Attic demus of Lapersae, LAPHY′STIUS/Laphustios- derived either from Mount Laphystius in Boeotia, or from the verb laphussein, to flee, in reference to the human sacrifices which were offered to him in early time, LARISSAEUS/Larissaios- derived from the arx Larissa at Argos, LECHEA′TES/Lecheatês- the protector of childbed, LEUCAEUS/Leukaios- when he was worshipped at Lepreus, in Elis, LIMENO′SCOPUS/LIME′NIA/LIMENI′TES:LIMENI′TIS/Limenia, Limenitês/Limenitis, Limenodkopos- the protector or superintendent of the harbour, LYCAEUS/Lukaios- a surname of certain divinities worshipped on mount Lycaeum in Arcadia, MAEMACTES/Maimaktês- the stormy, MECHANEUS/Mêchaneus- skilled in inventing, MEILI′CHIUS/Meilichios-the god that can be propitiated, or the gracious, MESSAPEUS/Messapeus- derived when he had a sanctuary between Amyclae and mount Taygetusm, MO′RIUS/Morios- the protector of the sacred olive trees, NEMEIUS/Nemeios- when he had a sanctuary at Argos, with a bronze statue, the work of Lysippus, and where games were celebrated in his honour, NOMOS/Nomos-a personification of law, OGO′A/Ogôa- the Carian name of Zeus at Mysala, when he had a temple where a sea-wave was seen from time to time, OLY′MPIUS/Olumpios- the Olympian, occurs as a surname of Zeus and in general of all the gods that were believed to live in Olympus, O′MBRIUS/Ombrios- the rain-giver, PANHELLE′NIUS/Panellênios- the god common to, or worshipped by all the Hellenes or Greeks,, PARNE′THIUS/Parnêthios- derived from Mount Parnes in Attica, PATROUS/PATROA/Patrôios/Patrôia- all the gods whose worship has been handed down in a nation or a family from the time of their fathers, whence in some instances they are the spirits of departed ancestors themselves, PHY′XIUS/Phuzios ex- the god who protects fugitives, PI′STIUS/Pistios- the god of faith and fidelity, POLIEUS/Polieus- the protector of the city, SOTER/Sôtêr- the Saviour, STHE′NIUS/Sthenios- the powerful & the strengthening, XENIUS/XE′NIA/Xenia- masculine Xenios are epithets of Athena and Zeus, as presiding over the laws of hospitality, and protecting strangers,

ZYGIUS/ZYGIA/Zugia/Zugios-  surnames of Hera and Zeus, and as them as presiding over marriage, Ομβριος/Ombrios- Of the Rain,  Ὑετιος/Hyetios- Of the Rain, Αφεσιος/Aphesios- Releasing (Rain), Σκοτιτας/Skotitas- Dark, Murky, Κεραυνιος/Keraunios-Of the Thunderbolt,!Αστραπαιος/Astrapaios-Of the Lightning, Καταιβατης/Kataibatês-Descending, Λαβρανδευς/Labrandeus-Furious, Raging, Ικμαιος/Ikmaios-Of Moisture, Κονιος/Konios-Of the Dust, Μαιμακτης/Maimaktês-Boisterous, Ευηνεμος/Euênemos-Of Fair Winds, Λιμενοσκοπος/Limenoskopos-Watcher of Sea-Havens, Βασιλευς/Basileus-King, Chief, Ruler, Ὑπατος/Hypatos-Supreme, Most High, Ὑπσιστος/Hypsisto-Supreme, Most High, 

Κορυφαιος/Koryphaios-Chief, Leader, Κτησιος/Ktêsios-Of the House, Property,Ἑρκειος/Herkeios-Of the Courtyard, Βουλαιος/Boulaios-Of the Council, Αμβουλιος/Amboulios-Counsellor, Τελειος/Teleios-Of Marriage Rites, Μοιραγετης/Moiragetês-Leader of the, Fates, Κλαριος/Klarios-Of the Lots, Σημαλεος/Sêmaleos-Giver of Signs, Μηχανευς/Mêkhaneus-Contriver, Κοσμητης/Kosmêtês-Orderer, Θεος Αγαθος/Theos Agathos-The Good God, 

Επιδωτης/Epidôtês-Giver of Good, Πλουσιος/Plousios-Of Wealth, Φιλιος/Philios-Of Friendship, Ξενιος/Xenios-Of Hospitality, Strangers, Ἱκεσιος/Hikesios-Of Suppliants, Φυξιος/Phyxios-Of Refuge, 

Παλαμναιος/Palamnaios-(Punisher) of Murderers, Καθαρσιος/Katharsios-Of Ritual Purification, Προστροπαιος, Prostropaios-Turner of Pollution, Απημιος/Apêmios-Averter of Ills,  Σωτηρ/Sôtêr-Saviour, Deliverer, Μειλιχιος/Meilikhios-Gracious, Merciful, Πανελληνιος/Panellênios-Of All the Greeks, Λαοιτης/Laoitês-Of the People, Πολειυς/Poleius-Of the City-State, Σωσιπολις/Sôsipolis-City-Saviour, Ελευθεριος/Eleutherios-Of Freedom, Χρυσαορευς/Khrysaoreus-Of the Golden Sword, Στρατιος/Stratios-Of War, Warlike, Αρειος/Areios-Of War, Warlike, 

Σθενιος/Sthenios-Of Strength, Strong, 

Τροπαιος/Tropaios-Turns to Flight, Defeats, Φυξιος/Phyxios-Puts to Flight, Banishes, Ὑμηττιος/Hymêttios-Of Mt Hymettus (Attica), Παρνηθιος/Parnêthios-Of Mt Parnes (Attica), Ανχεσμιος/Ankhesmios-Of Mt Anchesmus (Attica), 

Απεσαντιος/Apesantios-Of Mt Apesas (Argolis),Λαρισαιος/Larisaios-Of Larisa (Argos acropolis), Νεμειος/Nemeios-Of Nemea (Argolis), Κροκεατος/Krokeatos-Of Croceae (Laconia), Ιθωματος/Ithômatos-Of Mt Ithome (Messenia), Ολυμπιος/Olympios-Of Olympia (in Elis), Λυκαιος/Lykaios-Of Mt Lycaeus (Arcadia), Κιθαιρωνιος/Kithairônios-Of Mt Cithaeron (Boeotia), Λαφυστιος/Laphystios-Of Mt Laphystius (Boeotia), Κηναιος/Kênaios-Of Cape Cenaeus (Euboea), Ολυμπιος/Olympios-Of Mt Olympus (Thessaly), Δωδωναιος/Dôdônaios-Of Dodona (Thesprotia), Αινησιος/Ainêsios-Of Mt Aenus (Cephallenia), Πελασγιος/Pelasgios-Of the Pelasgians (Tribe), Πελασγικος/Pelasgikos-Of the Pelasgians (Tribe), Δικταιος/Diktaios-Of Mt Dicte (Crete), Αταβυριος/Atabyrios-Of Mt Atabyris (Rhodes), Καριος/Karios-Of Caria, Λαβρανδευς/Labrandeus-Of Labranda (Caria), Λαβραυνδηνος/Labraundênos-Of Labranda (Caria), Καπετωλιον/Kapetôlion-Of the Capitol (Rome), Βουλαιος/Boulaios-Of the Council-Hall, Αγοραιος/Agoraios-Of the Market-Place, Σκοτιτας/Skotitas-Of the Dark (Oak-Forest), Λευκαιος/Leukaios-Of the White-Poplar Grove, Λυκαιος/Lykaios-Of the Wolves, Απομυιος/Apomyios-Averter of Flies, Λεχεατης/Lekheatês-Of the Childbed, Κλαριος/Klarios-Of the Lots, Τελειος/Teleios-Full-Grown, Αρισταιος/Aristaios-Of Aristaeus (hero Ceos), Μεσσαπευς/Messapeus-Of Messapeus (hero Sparta). 

Equivalents• Jupiter (Roman), Rigyeda (Hindu), Di Pater (Oscan), Ioues Patres (Marrucinian), Iupitar (Umbrian), Tina (Etruscan), Mitra / Varuna (Vedic, probably syncretized), Mithra (Old Persian), Dei-Patrous (Illyrian), Dyaus Pitar (Indian), Debess Tevs (Latvian), Attas Isanus (Hittite), Dievas (Baltic), Tatis Tiwaiz (Luvian), Papaeus (Scythian), Thor (Norse), Odin (Norse)

Signs their reaching out• Sudden signs of his animals, his statues, art of him, his mythos, a sudden pull to him. 

Vows/omans• His wedding vows.

Morals• Morally dark.

Courting• Hera/Juno, they are married.

Past lovers/crushes• I couldn’t find all of them, and please cut me some slack, but some are, Semele, Demeter, Europa, Eurynome, Métis, Callisto, Leto, Mnemosyne, Thaleia, Themis, Electra, Leda, Aegina, Alcmene, Ganymede, Persephone, Dione, Maia, Metis, Nemesis, AIX, Alkmene.

Personality• I heard he is funny, mercifully, calm and collected, and obviously father like.

Home• Mount Olympus. 

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Fact• He led a rebellion with all the Olympians except Dionysus because he wasn’t born yet, against his own father, and won.

Curses• bad flying conditions, storms, lightning, thunder, justice, Eagle poop all over your car, marriage issues

Blessings• good flying conditions, good storms, good lightning, good thunder, having justice, help in creating an eternal fire, no marriage issues, help in legal matters

Roots• Crete, raised by the nymphs Adrasteia and Ida, daughters of Melisseus, nursing Zeus, with the milk from the goat Amalthea, given to them by his mother Rhea.

Parentage• Rhea and Cronus

Siblings• Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, and Chiron.

Attendees• Kratos (Strength), Zelos (Rivalry), Nike (Victory) and Bia (Force), he is often seen with Hermes, his high councilor is Themis, Hestia in hall, and Metis in his stomach (the Greeks thought the stomach held knowledge, and wisdom) or mind, Harpies and Hebe and Ganymede

Pet• A golden eagle named Aetos Dios

Children •AGDISTIS (born when Zeus accidentally impregnated Gaia the Earth),AIGIPAN/Aegipan (son of Zeus and Aix or Boetis), ALATHEIA (daughter of Zeus)APHRODITE (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Dione, most say she was born in the sea from the severed genitals of Ouranos), APOLLON/Apollo (son of Zeus and the Titaness Leto)

ARES (son of Zeus and his wife Hera.), 

ARTEMIS (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Leto), ASOPOS/Asopus (son of Zeus and Eurynome, however most call him a son of Okeanos and Tethys), ATE (daughter of Zeus, others say she was born fatherless to Eris), ATHENE/Athena (Titaness Metis and Zeus), 

BRITOMARTIS (daughter of Zeus and the Nymphe Karme), DIONYSOS/Dionysus (son of Zeus and Semele or of Zeus and Demeter or Dione), EILEITHYIA (daughter of Zeus and Hera), EIRENE/Irene (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), ERIS (daughter of Zeus and Hera, most say she was a daughter of Nyx), ERSA (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), 

EUNOMIA (daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), HARMONIA (Zeus and the Pleiad Elektra, usually a daughter of Ares and Aphrodite who was only fostered by the Pleiad), HEBE (daughter of Zeus and Hera), HEPHAISTOS/Hephaestus (son of Zeus and Hera, though many say Hera conceived him without the assistance of Zeus), HERMES (son of Zeus and the Pleiad Maia), HORAI/Horae (Dike, Eirene, and Eunomia--were daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), KABEIROI/Cabeiri (sons of Zeus and the Mousa Kalliope, but call them sons of Hephaistos and Kabeiro), KAIROS/Caerus (youngest divine son of Zeus.), KENTAUROI KYRPIOI/Cyprian (sprang from Gaia the Earth when Zeus accidentally impregnated his failed attempt to make love to Aphrodite),

KHARITES/Charites (Aglaia, Euphrosyne and Thaleia are daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Eurynome), KORYBANTES SAMOTHRAKIOI/Samothracian Corybantes (sons of Zeus and the Mousa Kalliope), LITAI/Litae (elderly goddesses of prayer were daughters of Zeus), 

MELINOE (She as a daughter of Zeus and Persephone), MOIRAI/Moirae (Atropos, Lakhesis and Klotho, who are daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis, others say they were daughters of Nyx, Ananke or Khaos), MOUSAI/Muses (Kalliope, Terpsikhore, Kleio, Euterpe, Ourania, Thaleia, Polyhymnia, Melpomene, Erato, were daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Mnemosyne), NEMEA (minor goddess-nymph, daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), NYMPHAI/Nymphs (Nymphs in general were sometimes called the daughters of Zeus), NYMPHAI THEMEIDES (Three goddess-nymph daughters of Zeus and the Titaness Themis), PALIKOI/Palici (Twin gods of Zeus and Thaleia, but others say they were sons of Hephaistos and Aitna), PAN (son of Zeus and Hybris but others invariably call him a son of Hermes), PANDEIA (devine daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Selene), PERSEPHONE (Devine daughter of Zeus and Demeter or, according to one account, of Zeus and Styx), PHASIS (devine son of Zeus, other say he was a son of Okeanos and Tethys like the other Rivers), ZAGREUS (divine son of Zeus and his own daughter Persephone), 

AIAKOS/Aeacus (son of Zeus and the Nymphe Aigina), AITHLIOS/Aethlius (son of Zeus and either Protogeneia or Kalyke), 

AKHEILOS/Acheilus (son of Zeus and Lamia), ALEXANDROS/Alexander the Great (son of Zeus born to the Makedonian Queen Olympia), AMPHION (He was a twin son of Zeus and Antiope), 

ARGOS/Argus (He was a son of Zeus and Niobe.), ARKAS/Arcas (son of Zeus and Kallisto.), ARKEISIOS/Arceisius (son of Zeus, or according to others, of Kephalos and Prokris), ATYMNIOS/Atymnius (He was a son of Zeus and Kassiopeia), 

DARDANOS/Dardanus (He was a son of Zeus and Elektra), DIOSKOUROI/Dioscuri (Twin princes of who were hatched from an egg laid by Queen Leda. Polydeukes, was fathered by Zeus, but the other, Kastor, was the son of Leda's husband Tyndareus), EMATHION (son of Zeus and Elektra), ENDYMION (He was the son of Kalyke, either by Zeus or her husband Aithlios), EPAPHOS/Epaphus (son of Zeus and the much-suffering Io), GRAIKOS/Graecus (son of Zeus and Thyia), HELENE/Helen(daughter of Zeus by Leda or the goddess Nemesis), HELLEN (son of Zeus and Pyrrha, though others say his father was Pyrrha's husband Deukalion),

HERAKLES/Heracles (1) (Alkmene who was seduced by Zeus in the form of her own husband.), HERAKLES/Heracles (2) (A son of Zeus and Lysithoe), HEROPHILE (daughter of Zeus and the Libyan queen Lamia), IARBAS (Zeus and an African Nymphe), IASION A prince of the Island of Samothrake (son of Zeus and Elektra), 

KEROESSA/Ceroessa (daughter of Zeus and Io), KOLAXES/Colaxes) (son of Zeus and the Nymphe Hora), KORINTHOS/Corinthus (He was a son of Zeus but, according to others, of Epopeus), KRINAKOS/Crinacus (He was a son of Zeus.), KRONIOS/Cronius (Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia.), KYTOS/Cytus (Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia), LAKEDAIMON/Lacedaemon (son of Zeus and the Pleiad Taygete.), LATINOS/Latinus (son of Zeus and Pandora.), MAGNES son of Zeus and Thyia but some say he was the son to Aiolos and Enarete), MAKEDON/Macedon (He was a son of Zeus and Thyia), MANES (a son of Zeus and Gaia), MEGAROS/Megarus (son of Zeus and a Sithnid Nymphe), MELITEUS (He was a son of Zeus and Othris), MINOS (He was a son of Zeus and Europa.), MYRMIDON (He was a son of Zeus and Eurymedousa.), ORION (He was conceived by three gods--Zeus, Hermes and Poseidon--who urinated upon a bull's hide and buried it in the earth, to grow an earth-born infant), PELASGOS/Pelasgus (He was a son of Zeus and Niobe, but others calls him a son of Poseidon and Larissa or an Autokhthon), 

PEIRITHOUS/Pirithous (son of Zeus and Dia, most authors say the father was Dia's husband King Ixion), PERSEUS (son of Zeus and Danae), POLYDEUKES/Polydeuces (his twin brother were known as the Dioskouroi, the son of Zeus and Leda, while his twin brother was the son of Leda's husband Tyndareus), RHADAMANTHYS (a son of Zeus and Europa), SAON (he was the son of Zeus and a local Nymphe, but others say he was a son of Hermes and Rhene), 

SARPEDON (1) (He was a son of Zeus and Europa.), SARPEDON  (2) (He was a son of Zeus and Laodameia), SPARTAIOS/Spartaeus (one of three sons borne to Zeus and the Nymphe Himalia), TANTALOS/Tantalus (son of Zeus and the Okeanis Plouto), TARGITAUS (son of Zeus and a daughter of Borysthenes), 

TITYOS/Tityus (a son of Zeus and Elare others say he was a fatherless son of Gaia the Earth), ZETHOS/Zethus (He was the twin brother of Amphion and a son of Zeus and Antiope.)

Appearance in astral or gen• regal, mature man with a sturdy figure and dark beard.

Festivals • Diasia, Epulum Jovis, Hetairideia, Lykaia

Day • Tuesday 

Status• Greek major god, as the king of all gods, part of the Big three. 

Planet• Jupiter 

Tarot cards• the Emperor, Justice, Wheel of Fortune, King of Swords, King of Wands

Reminds me of• Vapes (my dad vapes), cloaks, marriages, and Dad jokes.

Scents/Inscene • Frankincense, myrrh, or rain sceneted incense, Vervain, Sage

Prayers• 

To attract more eagles 

Zeus, king of the Theoi, god of the sky, father of gods and men, Zeus, the one that holds sacred the sharp-sighted eagle and far-flying hawk, I come humbly before you with a single request. I ask for the friendship of your cherished eagle and hawk, The symbols of your power and grace, Gentle reminders of your ever-watchful presence and protection. I shall revere them as I do you. Great Zeus, Father Zeus, I thank you for this newfound friendship.

In general

Father Zeus, protector of the weak, help me to be strong against my fears. Father Zeus, protector of the wronged, help me to do right by all I meet. Father Zeus, protector of the home, help me to safeguard those within my walls. Father Zeus, help me to do what I must, be with me as I walk in the world.

Links/websites/sources •

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Zeus https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Zeus.htmlhttps://www.theoi.com/Olympios/ZeusFamily.html https://www.britannica.com/topic/Zeushttps://www.theoi.com/Olympios/ZeusFamily.htmlhttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/626464048642408448/zeus-offerings/amp https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638693970789138432/zeus-devotional-actshttps://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638790200476221440/tuesday-is-zeus-day https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/638790200476221440/tuesday-is-zeus-day https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/650165209920651264/acknowledge-the-duality-of-the-godshttps://honorthegods.tumblr.com/post/159458931171/what-offerings-would-you-recommend-for-zeus-and/amp https://www.theoi.com/articles/where-was-zeus-born/#:~:text=Greek%20mythology%20states%20that%20Crete,significant%20deity%20in%20ancient%20Greece.https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologies https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologieshttps://mythopedia.com/topics/zeushttps://www.desy.de/gna/interpedia/greek_myth/creation.html#:~:text=When%20it%20came%20time%20to,a%20handsome%20youth%20on%20Crete.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_(nurse_of_Zeus)#:~:text=According%20to%20Apollodorus%2C%20Rhea%20gave,were%20the%20daughters%20of%20Melisseus%22.https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-equivalents-to-Zeus-in-other-god-mythologieshttps://www.havefunwithhistory.com/facts-about-zeus/https://www.tumblr.com/alder-bos/669862051714318336/deities-and-their-tarot-cards-long-post https://star-of-zeus.tumblr.com/post/640511172666392576/prayer-to-zeus-for-hawkeagle-friends diana-thyme

Zeus is the Greek god of weather and many things, you may see him as a ‘Cheater’, but in many cases, the people who claimed to stem from Zeus were just fatherless people, wanting to claim fame for their bloodline. He is a kind a merciful God, as long as you don't speak unwell or lies.

This deep dive is a payment to my friend Bri @briislame, May you look up and find Zeus looking down with smiles.

#the gods #hellenic devotion #hellenic polytheism #hellenic worship #doing the research for you #greek gods #greek mythology #ancient greek #zeus deity #zeus #zeus greek mythology #zeus week 2023 #zeus god #zeus worship #Zeus deity #Deity zeus #hellenic polytheist #hellenic deities #hellenic gods #hellenic pagan #hellenic paganism #hellenic #hellenic polythiest #hellenism

[twistednuns]

April 2024

The fragrant smell of the Mediterranean. Drawing, writing, reading on a mattress outside on the balcony. Listening to the waves, the humming and chirping and a soft snore. C. often sleeps wrapped in his blanket like a little burrito.

Finding another book by Aldous Huxley. Someone abandoned it and left it on top of the fireplace in our apartment. Does the Universe want me to read all his books?

Driving around with scooters on Agistri. Empty roads. Hardly any people. Breathtaking views. Sunshine. A little offroad adventure to find the highest peak of the island. Climbing down to a deserted beach. Swimming in the sea for the first time this year.

Reading in bed, waiting for C. to wake up. Morning cuddles.

The friendly owner of the fish restaurant. Befriending the orange tomcat with a hoarse little meow. Other cats following us on our walk to Skala (during Golden Hour - stopping every few metres to take a photo of the beautiful flowers and citrus trees).

Biting into Greek halva. Much too sweet of course but I love the soft but crispy consistency and the taste of roasted sesame. More culinary highlights: Vegan mushroom pita at CooKoomela Grill. Fried Saganaki cheese. Greek salad. Baked cheese balls covered in linseed and sesame on caramelized onions. Orange marzipan. Pastry with spinach and feta. Iced latte. Breakfast in bed: strawberries / an unexpected breakfast delivery with rich warm pastries from the local bakery.

Exarcheia was our favourite neighbourhood in Athens. Lively, alternative, creative - with lots of street art. We befriended the staff at The Others and ate at the vegan grill every single day. I loved our night out playing pool and going dancing at BeQueer and Asylo. I gave C. my pink shirt and Desigual psychedelic top, applied golden eyeliner and took him to the gay bar where we danced to Lady Gaga etc. Walking home in the early morning hours, hand in hand.

Climbing a few hills in Athens. Enjoying the view from our rooftop. Following all the kittens.

Fields of yellow daisies.

A soft landing. Making dinner, eating outside. Smoking our first legal spliff in the sun (C. in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas attire). Taking a nap. C. walked me up to the bus station when I was finally ready to leave.

Watching 10 Things I Hate About You together. C. even admitted that it was a nice movie. We also watched the first season of 3 Body Problem and the first three episodes were really amazing - until it turned into trashy action TV. I loved the virtual reality game they invented and all the inception the San-Ti are able to do.

Sitting down in the pottery room to work on my own sculpture. It calmed me down so much. I was in the zone. And able to ignore the loud children. I wonder why I don't craft and paint more often despite knowing it gives me so much joy.

I saw a pheasant in a field by the road!

Buying my grandma's wedding ring back.

Settling the last open tasks with my brother.

Using my bathrobe to scratch my back while taking it off.

A large, thin crescent moon lying on its back the day after the eclipse.

Singing Soli Deo Gloria with my choir. Always such a special energy.

Meeting Luna for tea and hot gossip. We finally managed to meet one on one! She's such a cutie.

Getting a whole cart full of flowers and vegetables plants for the balcony. And a tray of strawberries. Making everything really nice. I finally got a parasol, too! It's lovely to read and eat outside now. I even fell asleep on Friday afternoon.

Sleeping propped up on pillows and blankets from both sides. My little bed castle. So cozy.

Taking almost an hour out of my morning to have a chill conversation about Islam with a student. It was super interesting to learn from him and it seems like we have mutual respect for each other's beliefs.

Spending a whole day cleaning, planting, repairing. I love productive work.

Walking along Ostersee with Ralf. Fields of dandelion, apple blossoms, bumblebees. A great view of the mountains. Swimming in the cold, clear lake. The first mild sunburn of the year after reading in the sun for an hour. Wonderin about the angry geese that kept flying around the lake in a pair.

Eating pancake soup, salad and dumplings with creamy mushrooms at Alter Wirt in Höhenrain.

Reading a great book about Highly Sensitive People. I feel seen.

Taking a day off when I needed it. Being nicer to myself, observing my emotions. Trying to figure out what I'm actually feeling and why. Realising how cut off I am from my body.

Going to an Ecstatic Dance event with Ralf. Running into Robert. Cuddling and freaky dancing. Great vibes. Ralf said he calmed me down.

Even though I didn't really feel like company, Ralf was super easy to be with. He gets me and we're really good together. I guess other people would have stressed me out to no end. I loved our deep talks, his help with finances, how empathic and careful he is with me.

Having someone to miss (I haven't seen Christian in over a week and I'm really looking forward to embracing him).

Sitting outside Cafe VorOrt with a huge cup of ice-cream. Fooling around with the curious baby at the next table.

A lovely performance with my Gospel Choir at church. Talking to Julia and Isabel. Finding a golden star in front of Kathrin's feet while warming up. Having a really good time. Listening to the sermon, reflecting on spirituality. Oh, and Tom's orange oldtimer. What a cute car.

Cracking my back really nicely coming out of Plow Pose. I'm also still really grateful for Lucie's yoga classes. I feel better after every single one.

Starting to create a 90s playlist.

Finishing the annoying 1000pc puzzle. Reorganizing Lian's room. I got to put his books in order and I loved it.

Spending my days off around C. It's nice to have company. Doing our little projects together. Cuddle breaks. Finding the special in the ordinary.

Sharpening my knives. Reaching a semi-meditative state in the process.

Charlie hopped on my back when we were standing in line for the bakery mobile. Such a weird cat, I love him.

People cancelling plans last minute when I prefer alone time.

Sniffing my piece of croissant before I eat it.

Noticing that the first orange poppy blossom had opened!

Getting an armful of rhubarb. Cutting it - such a satisfying, crunchy sound. And the smell of it reminded me of Sophie Dahl's cookbook. I made streusel cake with marzipan... delicious!

Realizing that I'm actually quite good at my job and that it's rather enjoyable as long as I'm relaxed and have enough energy.

Finally booking the karaoke box for my birthday and inviting everyone.

A spontaneous phone call from Kati who just bought a house in the Netherlands. Life updates. Realizing that I appreciate a phone call so much more than draining voice messages. It's counterintuitive but direct communication feels more comfortable than indirect messaging by now.

A lovely party at Südstadt with many Burner friends. I couldn't find my purse and jacket anymore when we left but luckily I'd put my keys, wallet and phone into my jeans pockets and - even better - everything showed up again and I was able to pick it up two days later. Someone must have relocated my stuff...

Testing mattresses with C.

Perfect timing: catching the bus without having to wait. Not having to walk to school in the cold.

Going to work with Christian in the morning. Driving to Munich together. And his smart outfit that day! I love him in a suit.

I found another book about Leonora Carrington. For free, on a windowsill, on my way to the cafeteria.

Robert's kitty massage programme. And receiving offers from him and Chili to help me with my business idea. Seems like I'm slowly running out of excuses.

Creating worksheets and tests for my ESL lesson. I kinda enjoy designing the exercises and doing the layout. But I never know when to stop...

Being the main examiner for the final arts exams was kinda cool. And I got to paint something during the practical exam, too. I love how I'm slowly getting back to creative work - at least when I'm at school and there are others in the room with me who're also working. Perhaps I should join a co-working space for artists?

Painting with neon orange and pink textmarkers. And long sticks of charcoal.

Christian's positivity. That I get to experience enthusiasm through him. How harmonious we are even though we're often quite stressed but I love that we're trying to find workarounds together. I feel super comfortable around him.

Starting a little collection of Gina Ruck-Pauquèt's zodiac story books for kids.

Rating my students' crushes and trying to find out the name of cute boys at school for them.

One of my High Energy Productive Thursdays. Tackling my to do list. Organising, getting clarity, and things out of the house. It feels so good to be in this flow state. And to do stuff I'd been procrastinating on for months. Like finally selling a few things online that have been lying around for ages.

In the night of the full moon in Scorpio on 24 April, I received a very clear message: It's enough. It's time. Time to let go. I no longer need all these thick physical layers of protection, manifestations of my desperate subconcious attempts to hide my extreme vulnerability. All the texts on Highly Sensitive People I've been reading inspire me. I'm strong enough now (Cher's Strong Enough playing in the back of my mind) and I know myself very well. // I enjoyed watching these words pouring out of my pen (or brain), writing them down in my journal. What a blissful feeling.

I got a grow kit for edible mushrooms and when I opened it the smell reminded me of forest soil. How pleasant.

The little birds who sometimes land on my balcony.

Attending another Joy of Connection event. C. was the DJ and I enjoyed his sound a lot! I loved connecting with Andreas (his hard pressure massage was fantastic) and checking in with C. during the event. Little flirty gazes here and there. Soft touch, a kind word.

Offering to introduce a slutty life drawing session and help with techniques. I might finally have to put my experience as an art teacher to good use.

Learning about Bokononism (fiction, religion) In Kurt Vonnegut's novel Cat's Cradle, a religion secretly practiced by the people of San Lorenzo, the supreme religious act of which consists of any two worshippers rubbing the bare soles of their feet together to inspire spiritual connection.

Recreating my grandma's garden bean recipes. The garlicky and the buttery one with onions. I'm going through a green bean phase.

Unearthing a Sandra Bullock 90s romcom, While You Were Sleeping.

The bright moon following me for a whole night, hanging low in the clear sky, illuminating my sleep. I even dreamt about it, huge and scary behind a city skyline.

Kitchen flow. Making Drug Eggs, granola and frozen nut butter chocolate dates with sea salt.

Applying sunscreen. The smell of summer on the first warm day after the two frosty weeks. Bringing my plants outside again.

Visiting the salt mine in Berchtesgaden with Lian and Christian. Sliding down the tunnels together. Unlocking an old memory of the mirror lake I'd already visited once when I was young. Instant recognition. A weird feeling. A boat tour around Herrenchiemsee on our way home. Stopping at a tulip field with the Alps as a picturesque background.

The creative vision to customize my new furniture with a wooden sun and some fabric. Looking forward to working on this project!

Iman and Klara made me a bracelet. It says best teacher...

Coming up with a cool skin structure for the ceramics dragon I'm currently working on.

Wearing my Tic Tac Toe shirt to BaLu's birthday party.

Getting a structured carpet for the living room. I love walking over it, it's like a little foot massage every time.

A heart hug from Ben who told me about the wavering shapes and colours he was seeing.

#things i love #present perfect #personal #april #april 2024

[thornedrose44]

Prompt: "Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

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“What is it?” Kara huffed out, her frustration finally reaching critical mass.

“What’s what?” Alex replied, playing dumb by pretending to study the DEO’s monitors far too intently considering Kara had literally just dispatched the rogue villain of the week.

Kara crossed her arms, hip cocked forward slightly as she leant against the central console, blue eyes observing her sister's profile closely.

“Whatever you’re not telling me because you think it will upset me.” The superhero clarified bluntly, her social hesitation and uncertainty having dampened over the last few years.

She had learnt the hard way how important it was to never shy away from the truth and avoid speaking around the heart of the matter. It was a lesson she had absorbed completely, and it was one she refused to forget - needing to prove she had evolved, had bettered herself from the version that had required teaching in the first place.

“I’m not…” Alex refuted, shrugging dismissively but keeping her gaze trained forward, “There’s no-“

“Look, I’m asking you out of courtesy,” Kara cut in, “but you and I both know that I could just as easily ask Nia, and she would fold almost instantly.”

Alex grumbled irritably under her breath - Nia still had yet to build an effective resistance to Kara’s puppy dog eyes and this particular weakness had caused no small amount of trouble for Alex over the last five years.

“It is Lena related, right?” Kara checked, though it was completely unnecessary.

For Alex to actively try and keep a secret from her, it couldn’t be about anything else. And it had been more or less confirmed by her sister's reaction to her threatening to go to Nia.

“Just because I’m keeping a secret, doesn’t automatically mean it’s to do with Lena.” Alex tried, though the conviction behind her statement was weaker than wet tissue paper.

The redhead side-eyed her and Kara merely had to arch an unimpressed eyebrow in return for the DEO director to deflate.

“Okay maybe it’s a little to do with Lena.” Alex admitted with a wince, rubbing the back of her neck in defeat.

Kara threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s been over five years, okay? I’m fine!”

Her bellowed declaration of stability, made the nearby DEO agents look over with a mix of curiosity and concern. Kara grimaced at the reaction and as such didn’t resist when Alex grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the central room and into her private office.

Alex turned to face her fully, lips pressed tight together and hands firm on her own hips (it had always annoyed Kara that Alex managed to make her signature superhero pose far more intimidating than her own attempts).

“Yelling I’m fine, definitely helps your case.” Alex retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kara had the good grace to look suitably embarrassed for a moment before launching into the same variation of the speech she gave every time there was a morsel of Lena news to be had. “I screwed up, okay? Big time screwed up - ‘regret it for the rest of my life’ screwed up!” Kara declared prompting a beleaguered sigh from her sister who knew the blatant lie that was coming next. “But I’ve made my peace with it. I won’t spiral into another depressive episode when I hear how happy she is.”

Alex shook her head, not even remotely convinced - not that Kara could blame her, the last time Alex had been pestered into telling her a Lena update, Kara had spent a weekend on a drinking binge that had successfully proven that there were limits even for a kryptonian.

“I don’t think-“ Alex began.

“What is it?” Kara demanded. “Is she getting another medal from the president?”

Alex shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Kara, you don’t want to know this.”

“Her and Kal save the world again?” Kara barrelled on, her lips curling into a jealous snarl. “The greatest Luthor and Super duo continue to make the world a better place?”

That particular news article had been printed and burned by Kara’s heat vision more times than she dared admit to anyone.

“Kara, please-“ Alex begged, expression crumpling as Kara relentlessly pushed.

“Tell me, I can take it.” Kara proclaimed, voice coming out high pitched and strained. “Is she dating someone again? Another famous actress? That Olympic male gymnast? What-“

“She’s getting married.”

A bomb must have gone off, Kara thought to herself.

A kryptonite bomb.

It was the only thing that could explain the ringing in her ears, and the way everything just… hurt.

A shard of kryptonite must have pierced her chest and cut her heart into jagged pieces. That was the only thing that could explain it.

“What?” She questioned, barely above a whisper. She didn’t quite recognise her own voice - it sounded shattered and unfamiliar. She also didn’t know what she was asking.

Didn’t know what ‘what’ was all about.

What just happened?

What did you say?

What post-apocalyptic reality are we living in now?

“Next week, she’s getting married.” Alex explained, giving Kara answers she no longer wanted. “Sam, Ruby, Kal and Lois are invited.”

She knew it should sting. Not being invited even though they hadn’t spoken in nearly five years. That she should feel something about the fact that Lena had omitted Alex, Brainy, Nia and J’onn as well - it further reinforced how Lena believed them to be Kara’s friends and never hers (which was one of the things Kara regretted most - how her poor treatment of Lena had infected and destroyed everyone else’s friendship with the youngest Luthor).

“To who?” Kara asked, tone cold, hollow… empty.

“Kara,” Alex murmured softly, reaching out to comfort her sister, “this clearly isn’t good for you.”

Kara jerked backwards so fast that the papers on Alex’s desk shot into the air, fluttering down around the sisters like snow.

“Just tell me!” Kara ordered, hands turned into white knuckle fists at her sides that would be capable of tearing through the strongest of metals. Her eyes heated but she managed to stave the fire in them as she glowered at her sister.

Alex slumped back, leaning heavily against her desk, running a frantic hand through her short hair. “Does it matter?” Alex muttered defeatedly, brown eyes filled with pity and sympathy as she stared up into Kara’s eyes.

“Of course it fucking matters,” Kara snapped in outrage before she had a chance to stop and think , “because it’s not me!”

The admission hung heavy and rotting between them. It wasn’t a revelation to either of them, though the fact that the intensity of Kara’s feelings hadn’t dampened despite the separation of half a decade was.

“Kara…” Alex breathed, standing back up and moving towards the blonde with the obvious intent of hugging her.

“I should get back to CatCo.” Kara mumbled, cheeks a fiery red with shame. She stepped hurriedly away from her sister and was already halfway out the door before she halted, turning back to call out a sad yet sincere. “Thanks for telling me.”

Xxx

“I genuinely don’t get why you love these films so much.” Lena remarked, hands cupping her just made cup of cocoa, nose adorably scrunched up as she snuggled back down on the sofa beside Kara, who didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her best friend’s shoulders.

“They’re sweet and romantic.” Kara replied with a happy sigh, turning to nuzzle into the side of Lena’s head for a fleeting moment as the film’s lead started her joyful march down the aisle. “It makes me hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” Lena repeated curiously, leaning away slightly so she could meet Kara’s blue eyes.

Kara shrugged, ducking her head bashfully, “It’s stupid.”

“Hey,” Lena murmured gently, freeing a hand from her mug so that she could interlace her warmed fingers with Kara’s, “you could never be stupid, especially not about something like this.” Her best friend asserted, before asking seriously, “You want the classic big white wedding?”

“Uh…” Kara blushed, cheeks pinking as her mind struggled to kick into gear.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that the reason she loved weddings more than any other event is because they so closely resembled Kryptonian Bonding ceremonies. That the exchanging of rings, polished everlasting metal, reminded her of wonderfully crafted bracelets clasped on wrists. That it was an occasion for family to join together across generations, for the rare flashes of art and music on Krypton to take centre stage over cold science.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that after being alone, abandoned and lost - ripped away from her home in the cruelest of ways - that the idea of belonging to someone else, of having a home in someone else regardless of time or location was what Kara wanted more than anything else.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena because it would require admitting the truth of who she really was, it would require taking accountability for years of lies.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena without losing her forever.

“Yeah.” Kara coughed awkwardly, “I want the whole thing. Beautiful dress, surrounded by family… the love of my life at the end of the aisle. Everything.” She shot Lena a side-long glance, “I’m guessing you don’t?”

“Never really been my thing,” Lena admitted readily and Kara’s heart twisted at how Lena didn’t hesitate to bare herself, how she gave all of herself when it could be argued that Kara - at best - only gave half, “probably because I can’t imagine I have enough people in my life to invite and feel ‘surrounded’.” Lena pursed her lips thoughtfully, “I also don’t get the need for the spectacle. Just the idea that there’s someone out there that would want to…” Kara watched her best friend deflate, expression wistful and pained, “be with me, love me like that… that’s more than enough.”

Kara’s eyes stung with barely suppressed tears at how little Lena thought of herself. Whoever had the privilege of marrying her best friend would be the single luckiest and most fortunate person in the universe and Kara wished Lena knew that, wished she believed it. But when she opened her mouth to say it, to proclaim it, her breath faltered and her courage abandoned her… like it always did with the youngest Luthor.

“So no white dress?” Kara muttered instead, voice meek and lacking the lightheartedness that should have carried the question.

It didn’t matter, though, Lena let out a quick exhale that resembled something on the edge of laughter. Kara’s escalating heart rate settled at that, however, it did little to alleviate the pang of regret that was steadily accompanying all her interactions with the CEO.

“Well, I guess I could be convinced by someone special.” Lena teased, shooting Kara an overtly salacious wink that wouldn’t - on the surface - be considered genuine.

“Anyone that marries you will have to be special.” Kara replied, the statement tumbling out instantly.

It wasn’t the heartfelt confession that Kara wished it to be and it wasn’t quite light enough to be dismissed as a friendly reassurance. Instead, it was yet another thing that fell into the ethereal greyness that lied between them, something to tuck away and think back on late at night when they tried to work out if the other meant it the way they wished they did.

“Yeah?” Lena whispered, piercing green eyes studying Kara’s face closely.

Kara swallowed thickly, “Yeah.”

Xxx

Lena found out less than six weeks after that movie night. They defeated Lex and Kara had been on the edge of breathing easy, of being able to simply relax back into her life when it all came crashing down.

They had been at Games Night and Kara had been antsy, waiting for her best friend to arrive. The thought of pulling Lena into a hug had been what she had been looking forward to most all day.

Kara was at peace, laughing and drinking with her friends - her family - when Lena had arrived. Kara had beamed up at her immediately and for a second Lena’s entrancing green eyes lit up in return before turning dark and distant.

Kara’s smile faltered, crinkle appearing between her brows when-

The wine bottle smashed into the wall behind Kara’s head.

Deathly silence fell over the area.

Kara looked into hollow, emptied out versions of her favourite green. She would have preferred anger, fury, rage… the defeated nothingness staring back at the Kryptonian was far worse.

Lena turned and left, grinding Kara’s heart to dust and taking the sand particles left with her.

She knew.

She knew because Lex had told her.

She knew because she had gone to stop her brother, intent on saving the world like always only to find out that those she was saving the world for didn’t view her as their equal. That the people she treated as family had kept her on the outskirts. That her best friend had lied, had manipulated, had-

xxx

It was Lois that found out everything from Lena.

When the fallout had happened, as Kara and the Superfriends realised what they had lost, the blonde hero sent notice to her cousin that his identity was probably known as well (mostly because she remembered how hurt she had been when Kal shared her secret without her consent). Kal and Lois had arrived almost immediately, frantic and terrified (especially with baby Jon to consider) at the concept of a Luthor knowing their identity.

Kara, joined by all the Superfriends, quickly put their minds to rest, sharing Lena’s actions from before, her dependability, kindness and inherent goodness. Kal and Lois were convinced their secret was safe but they were horrified to hear how Lena had been isolated and kept at arms length after her considerable good deeds. Alex and the others had squirmed uncomfortably and tried to weakly talk around their hesitancy.

Kal and Lois had simply looked at Kara for an explanation but she had none. Yet again the words would not come.

It was Lois, therefore, that had sought out the youngest Luthor and through her incredible tenacity was able to gain access where everyone else was rebuffed and harshly rejected.

It was Lois that comforted Lena, gave her support and sympathy.

It was Lois that relayed Lena’s demand that they give her space.

It was Lois that suggested Lena return to Metropolis - presenting it as a way to celebrate how L-Corp, after Lena’s repeated sacrifices and heroism, was fully rehabilitated and ready to reclaim its once home.

It was Lois that encouraged Lena and Kal to work together becoming an unstoppable force that Kara and Lena had always danced on the precipice of.

A Luthor and a Super. Saving the world.

xxx

Kara did as asked. Gave Lena space. Or at least the semblance of space.

She checked in constantly, hovered nearby throughout the days and nights leading upto L-Corp’s departure and Lena along with it. She followed Lena’s jet to Metropolis, a sentinel ensuring safe passage.

She kept her distance for three months. Three months of stony silence before she broke.

Snapped, more like.

Landing on Lena’s new balcony in Metropolis that had been specially built for Superman this time - not for her, though Kara, at the time, had hoped that she had been considered consciously or unconsciously as well.

Kara couldn’t remember the exact words.

She remembered crying from beginning to end.

Remembered ‘I loved you’ - past tense.

Remembered finally breaking through Lena’s cold, hardened shell to the raw, bleeding wound hidden underneath and regretting it almost immediately.

Remembered how seeing Lena’s agony was worse than kryptonite, worse than watching Krypton burn…

Remembered Lena saying she needed time to heal, for Kara to stop hovering nearby - because she knew, she sensed Kara’s presence even without seeing her once - and to give her time to stop thinking of Kara and feeling only pain when she did so.

Remembered promising to do just that.

Remembered a timer starting to count in her head - the seconds that she would be condemned to purgatory.

Remembered the hope that just refused to go out - the hope that whispered give it time, give it time, give it time with every beat of her heart.

Remembered thinking that given enough time Lena would reach out and they would get the chance that Kara had almost destroyed for them.

Remembered flying zig-zagged and dangerous to Alex where her endless stream of tears returned to full flow as she sobbed into her sister’s shoulder using words and phrases like ‘heartbroken’ and ‘I love her’ and ‘I can’t survive this pain’ and ‘what do I do?’ and ‘I can’t breathe’.

Remembered a hollowed out shell of Kara Danvers moving through the motions for a year, for two, three, four… five...

Remembered taking up drinking to excess whenever she saw Lena’s life flourish and grow - not because she didn’t want Lena to be happy, that was what Kara wanted and wished for more than anything - because she wasn’t there with her for those life-changing events.

Remembered Alex and Kelly’s worries growing with each occurrence, intervening more and more to such a degree that they encouraged Kara to consider AA meetings - she did eventually, and found destroying entire junkyards to be a healthier coping mechanism, external destruction rather than internal.

Remembered Brainy at the behest of Alex, setting up Kara’s phone and computer to prevent searching for any keywords affiliated to Lena and to alert Alex if Kara ever managed to stumble upon a news article.

Remembered listening to Kal and Lois skipping large parts of stories where it was clear that Lena was involved - it was nice in some way to know Lena was getting the credit she deserved, but it hurt when Kal’s stories started to involve gaps at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year (events that made Kara’s loneliness even more acute and her longing intensify).

Remembered her life without Lena.

Remembered regret and guilt and loss.

Remembered-

“She’s getting married.”

xxx

Kara shouldn’t have been there. Shouldn’t be anywhere in the vaguest vicinity of where she currently was.

The bride was dressed in a simple silky white shift, sipping intermittently from her champagne glass as she stared contemplatively up at the designer white dress hanging off the door in front of her. Raven locks were pinned up, so tight and intricate that it made Kara wince sympathetically at how it must tug and pinch at the bride’s scalp - she’d always preferred it down, loose and curling… soft and inviting. The bride’s make-up was artistic with a dramatic edge that would captivate but made her look… not like herself in Kara’s opinion.

Or maybe after five years it made Lena look more like herself - the version of herself she had become once free of Kara and all the pain she brought into her life.

She was hovering outside the dressing room window, trying to work out how far she was willing to take this. If it would be better to leave without saying anything, to try and leave some part of Lena’s life unspoiled.

It was the fear that she had always given into when she was best friends with Lena that made her decision for her. Like speaking her truth and learning to ask for what she wanted - Kara had also promised herself that she would never allow that bone deep fear to stop her ever again.

The window was open and it was as good an invite as Kara was ever going to get.

“Lena?”

The beautiful bride-to-be jerked in her place, champagne glass nearly tumbling to the floor but saved at the last second.

She didn’t turn around for a beat… then two…

Kara was just about to escape back through the window when Lena exhaled slowly and pivoted round to meet her.

“Kara?” Lena breathed out, green eyes closed off and wary.

The kryptonian studied the love of her life for a moment, taking in every little detail - soaking it all up as if accepting that this would be the last time she might ever get to see it again. That the timer that had counted past five years would stop after this moment, the hope powering it gone forever.

“Don’t marry them, please.” Kara requested, no flowery language, no build up. Just the honest truth.

“What?” Lena’s jaw dropped and the champagne glass didn’t survive the second shock, crashing to the ground - released by trembling fingers.

“Don’t marry them.” Kara repeated, uncaring of how the carpet below them soaked up the amber liquid.

Lena’s expression flitted through an array of emotions before settling on indignant rage, “And why the hell not?!”

Kara didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat, instead she stood taller, the crest of her super suit catching the early afternoon light. “Because it should have been me. It still should be me.”

Lena scoffed in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. Now? You’re doing this now?”

Kara pursed her lips, fighting back the regret that always came with the reminders of countless missed opportunities. “Yes.”

The straightforwardness of Kara’s answers seemed to be throwing Lena, leaving her wrong-footed, clearly expecting the blonde to talk around and hint and imply like she used to.

But Kara had learnt. (The lesson had been too painful not to.)

“You had years, Kara!” Lena argued, “Years where I…. I threw myself at you. Practically begged you to love me… to trust me…”

“I know.” Kara replied sadly, wanting desperately to reach out when Lena’s pretty green eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. “I know. But I’m here now.”

“I don’t want you to be.” Lena muttered, arms crossed over her chest and head ducked downwards to hide her expression.

“I know that too.” Kara assured, fingers twitching with the desire to make contact, to comfort and coax - even after all these years her body remembered, the pathways of hardwired instinct related to her best friend were still there, still active even if temporarily closed for service.

“Then why are you here?” Lena murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s head snapped up at that, green eyes like saucers.

Kara’s single biggest regret was that she had never said those words to Lena before, had alluded and pointed at them during their final interaction but had never outright said them. And Lena had deserved to hear them then and deserved to hear them now to forever vanquish the doubts that had always been with her.

“Because I’m in love with you and we didn’t get our chance.” Kara affirmed, taking a half step closer to the bride, her red heeled boots and Lena’s bare feet meaning the younger woman had to tip her head ever so slightly back to maintain eye contact. “We didn’t get our chance because of me. Because I was afraid, I was so afraid of losing you. Of doing even the slightest thing that could mean you weren’t in my life. And in the end every action I took out of fear of losing you ensured just that. I’ve spent five years without you, Lena, and I can’t bear a single day more.”

“Kara,” Lena whispered, “I’m getting married.”

“I know.” Kara smiled sadly before adding, “Don’t.”

“What are you suggesting? Seriously?” Lena sighed, shaking her head mournfully and Kara knew she was losing her then.

“I’m suggesting that we have our chance now before it's gone forever.”

Gathering the small amount of courage Kara had left, she tentatively let her hands nudge forwards, brushing against Lena’s cool, pale fingers. That small contact was everything. Made it easier to breathe, made the colours of the world more vibrant, made everything just more.

“I let fear hold me back from the person that made me happiest in the entire universe and I won’t let it hold me back again.”

“Kara…” Lena whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder at the closed door that her wedding dress was displayed on, though she didn’t pull her hand away from Kara’s touch, didn’t flinch or retreat.

“Do it.” Kara pleaded, stepping across that final slither of distance between them, her forehead leaning forward to rest gently against the side of Lena’s, “Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Lena inhaled shakily, head returning to forward facing - foreheads pressed against one another, breathing in the same air - and then… and then…

Lena’s hands slipped fully into Kara’s, fingers intertwining together.

#supercorp #supercorpfic #i feel no remorse for this #tempted to do a part two

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Tolerate it - Part 3

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Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers. 

The afternoon came around and the sunlight illuminated the house. Boxes of Christmas decorations were piled in the living room. The soft Frank Ocean music was heard in the background. The smell of chocolate occupied the house.

A few hours after you left, your mom stood in the kitchen. With the phone on her ear as she waited for your sister to pick it up. Her eyes ranked over the entrance of the house, as she remembered how weirdly you were acting. 

The hand dribbling in your thigh, the way you didn't talk more of a sentence. Your constant staring at the beach is the same thing you did without knowing as a kid when your father died. The silence as you worked putting the boxes away, was another giveaway since every time you would be doing anything you would hum a song. 

The way you awkwardly answered when she asked you about Lena, and you didn't fangirl over her as you always did, even though the two of you were in a relationship. The way your glance painfully glanced at certain places and tears would threaten to come out, as you immediately brushed off. 

She knew you enough to tell you were different, and that is why she was calling. She knew one of your sisters would obviously know something about it. The long phone rang a few times before Alex picked up.“Danvers, speaking”

“Hey sweetie, how are you? How is Maggie?” Your mom responded.

The redhead said as she smiled. After a time, their relationship grew stronger. “Hi mom, we're both good, today is our day off, and you?” 

Eliza mentioned as she took a sip of her chocolate.“That's great honey, I'm good, your sister came to visit me today”

“Yeah, Kara told me she was going to go since she needs an interview for the girl she is mentoring after New Years'. But I thought she was going on Saturday” Alex responded as she nodded to Maggie to not stop the TV.

“No honey, Y/N. She came to put some boxes away in the storage.” Your mom responded as she put her mug on the kitchen island.

“Ohh I thought she had to work on the pastries for the DEO gala tomorrow and the classes,” Alex said confused. You guys told each other everything, from you having a dumb thought to you accomplishing your dreams.

“No, she didn't mention it. She seemed different to Alex, she just didn't seem as herself” Your mom mentioned.

“What do you mean mom?”Alex said as she sat up on the couch, Maggie stopped the movie and stared in worry at her fiance.

Eliza said “Well she put at least 12 boxes away and she was just not herself, she kept staring at the ocean. And when I mention Lena she just awkwardly answered trying to avoid her”

“That's weird” Alex commented after mouthing to her fiance ‘Y/N’ after Maggie asked what was wrong.

“Yeah, I wanted to ask you if something happened. Because Alex she hasn't been like that since Jeremiah” Your mom said as she glanced outside to see where you sat.

“Nothing has happened that I know of. But I will go check on her. Don't worry okay mom? I will call you later” The redhead responded as she got up.

“Be safe, Sweetie and I love you, say hi to Maggie for me” Your mom concluded as she walked outside to see your drumsticks on the storage.

Your sister said, before ending the call, as she turned to Maggie. “I love you too, okay mom” 

Maggie stared at her fiance, as she asked “What's wrong with baby Danvers?”

“Mom said she was different, she said she was acting like when Dad died,” The redhead said with tears. You had felt in a silent depression when Jeremiah died, and it left slowly after a few years. 

She had told you when you were born she was going to protect you at all cost, and when Kara entered the Danvers family the blonde did the same. And you as the baby of the family you promised yourself you were going to protect you as they did to you, and you were going to sacrifice everything if it meant for them to be okay and happy.

Maggie knew that the bond between the three of you was strong, and she had witnessed it various of times. When Alex was kidnapped, while she and Kara were fighting you were talking to Alex the whole time, and even offer yourself to change places with the guy’s father confessing to a murder you didn't do.

Or when Kara had solar flares you were helicoptering around her, you would check out what she would eat, or where she was going, everything. And when both of them got into a Life or Death situation with Cadmus you had yelled at them until exhaustion. And cried for the next week clinging to them from waking up to sleeping.

And when you got hurt, Kara and Alex would stop everything just to comfort you. When Barry broke up with you, she, Winn, and James had to stop Kara and Alex from going to beat him up because he broke your heart as he chose Iris over you.

Maggie and Alex were walking down the street, before entering JJ’s, one of your workplaces. The redhead furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed a new girl at the counter doing her job. Maggie noticed Amelia on the register working and signaled Alex to talk directly to the manager. 

“Hey Alex, Maggie. How can I help you guys?” The brunette said as she noticed the couple.

Alex responded as she looked around “Hey Am, I'm looking for Y/N, I thought she had an afternoon shift, or is she at the school?”

“She didn't tell you?” Amelia commented surprised.

Alex recountered worried “Tell me what?”

“She was fired from the school two weeks ago since they found a ‘better fitting music teacher’ and well JJ fired her this morning after she slept in here last night” The brunette mentioned.

Maggie and Alex begin surprised and worried about the newfound information. Alex started to think about the trust and abandonment issues you had. Maggie noticed her partner going into deep thought so she decided to take over the conversation.

“Wow, that's weird. Do you know where she might be?” The Latina asked.

Amelia answered as she pointed to a jewelry store at the front of the street.“She had me put some of her checks in Mr. Rogers name, she might be there”

“Thank you, Lia, see you,” The couple said as they nodded. The brunette nodded with a smile and kept working.

The streets in National City had always been busy, cars honking up and down the road, some people would often compare it to New York. The daylight of the afternoon illuminated the streets. The cold air and breeze still accompanied people even when the sunlight was up. 

“Good afternoon, to my favorite couple,” The old man said behind the counter with a smile, as Alex and Maggie entered.

Alex responded as she smiled and hugged the man. She had his help to find the perfect ring for Maggie, and now he was making their wedding bands “Hello Mr. Rogers, good afternoon”  

“I was going to call you Danvers” The man commented. 

Alex responded with a worried glance. “Why?”

“Well, your sister paid for outrageous engagement right, and then she came by this morning saying she didn't want it anymore and that I could donate all the money to the orphanage,” He said as he reclined on the counter, Maggie and Alex sharing a look of surprise. 

“She did what?”Alex dropped her jaw in surprise, making Maggie roll her eyes as she softly hit her fiance on the shoulder. Alex came out of her shock, just to speak up almost yelling.

“Yeah a $25 thousand ring, she paid in the last 2 years” Mr. Rogers commented, making your sister and Maggie enter in shock, not being able to say anything. 

“Let me get it for you so you can see the piece of art,” The old man said as he laughed going inside the back of the store. 

“Did you know she was going to propose?”The couple looked at each other before, asking millions of questions with their glances. Maggie recuperated herself first, before speaking up. 

“No, I knew she was in love with Lena but not that she was going to propose” Alex mentioned, as she clenched her jaw. 

How could you not tell her?, What other thing were you hiding? Weren't you supposed to tell her about things like this?, Weren't you supposed to trust her with everything?

“Here it is ladies”. Mr. Rogers said as he put in the counter a black box, Breaking Alex out of her thoughts, opening it when the couple came closer. 

Both of the women stared at the silver ring. The ring was simple but sophisticated. The diamond was but between a small infinite form. Alex and Maggie exclaimed at the same time. It was small, simple, and perfect for Lena. 

“Ohh wow,” Alex said.

Maggie commented “That looks so much like Lena”

The old man said, breaking them out of shock. Giving them 5 envelopes, “Do I still give the money to the orphanage? She also left this for you”

“Yes sir, thank you, I will see you around Mr. Rogers,” Alex responded before sighing as she checked the letters, no daring to open the one with her name. There were five letters in total, with your handwriting. One for Lena, one for Maggie, one for your mom, and the other two for each of your sisters.

The man said with a wave, making the couple smiled.“Bye girls”

After a few minutes, of silence and thinking. Maggie started to think as a Detective recurring every single thing you did. “Okay let's go back and think, She was fired two weeks ago from begin a music teacher which was her primal income, she didn't tell anyone”

“Yes, then last night she slept at the bakery when she had a shared apartment with Lena, her girlfriend. And if they had fought she would have asked Kara or me to spend the night at our apartments.” Alex responded, stopping, seeing her fiance working technique.

Maggie said as pointing out each action. They knew you would often make decisions on feelings but this was out of your league. Leaving is not something you would do, your trust and abandonment issues making sure of that. “Because she slept overnight at the store, JJ fired her today, which she didn't tell anyone, then she canceled her perfect engagement ring order for Lena of 25 thousand dollars and told Mr. Rogers to give the money to the orphanage. Which was at least 2 years of her work” 

“Then she gives five letters to Mr. Rogers and asked him to give it to us and then she went to Mom's, with enough boxes to put away all of her things. Acting differently like when my dad died.” Alex said as she finished, taking a big breath, she knew something was wrong and now she didn't know what to do. She was mad at you but she was also scared of everything that has happened, and how haven't break.

“You don't think it has to do anything with Kara don't you?” Your sister said after Maggie and she shared a knowing look. Kara was also in love with Lena, her best friend. 

After 2 years of seeing you two together, the blonde had figured out. And she knew the blonde was hurting, when she saw Lena with someone else, better said with you. Alex didn't want to think about the fact that Lena somehow loves Kara too, and that if something happened you would be heartbroken, lost, and more. 

She couldn't think like that because she knew you would give up anything so that they could be happy and okay. And if you were hurting, Kara would be hurting too, knowing she hurt you. And she would have to stand at the side, as both of you were hurting because she couldn't do anything.

But why the letters? Why not a text, a call something? Why did you ask someone to give them? There was something that wasn't adding up.

The redhead was pulled out of her thoughts when her phone started to ring again, hoping it would be you. But was greeted with your sister's name on her screen. The redhead shared a look with Maggie before answering the phone.“Kar?”

The line was silent for a few seconds before the blonde blurted out. Making the redhead sighed, there it was.“Yesterday, I told Lena I love her”

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #kara danvers x reader #alex danvers x reader #baby danvers #supergirl imagine

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Read into Me Chapter 11: Love Story

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 4,771

Warnings: fire, injury-all end of season three things!

Author’s Note: Happy belated Strangers Things 3 Day! I wanted to get this up yesterday, but I didn’t have it in me to work. This is the end of the series, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was a fun little ride!

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Paris was a lonely city. You’d arrived alone, having not seen Steve since prom and still desperate to see him one more time. You’d selfishly kept his sweatshirt, wanting a piece of him to take with you to a different country. Your mother hadn’t picked you up from the airport, having sent a car instead. She didn’t seem much interested in speaking to you after months apart; she was much more interested in redecorating her new condo and talking about her fiancé. You met him, a French fop named Jean-Pierre at least fifteen years her junior. He was nice enough, although a bit fruity for your liking. His interests were more on the modeling jobs your mother was getting him. She had no time for you, which was fine since your lessons at the salon began immediately.

You and thirty-five other young hopefuls spend your days locked in a studio with abundant resources and endless models and objects to sketch. And you hated it. You hated the long, rambling lectures from the artists who came to the salon to preach the values of the school and the importance of French art. They alternated between speaking in French and English without explaining themselves as they switched tongues. Your French language skills were nonexistent, so the lectures were exhausting and endless. The only time they ever seemed to help was when they brought you all to the Louvre to examining the long dead French men who’d made the museum possible. There, you could at least sketch out the greats and enjoy the beauty of the art. Inside the studio, you felt as though your head was going to explode. The lectures spoke too loudly and loomed over you without warning or word, you weren’t allowed your headset or Walkman in the studio to combat them, and the smell of various paints and clays made your stomach churn. The girl who’d taken up the easel next to you, a little German named Lisle, had taken to making clay pots and sculptures and the sound of her pottery wheel mixed with her incessant humming made you want to commit manslaughter. It didn’t help that the smell of the brown clay invaded your sinuses and made you sneeze violently. You dreaded the salon. But you dreaded being at home more.

Your mother had hired you a French tutor, utterly horrified by the fact that you hadn’t been practising. You tried to tell her that, despite her assumptions, Hawkins High had stopped offering a French elective two years before you started there.

“You cannot live in Paris without speaking French! It won’t do!” she moaned. Jean-Pierre was already on the phone, speaking fast into the receiver. You didn’t see what the big deal was. Everywhere you went, people spoke enough English to communicate with you fine. It didn’t occur to you till after dinner that if you were to study in the country, you’d need the language to understand your lessons.

So you got a French teacher, a short tempered older man who insisted on being called Monsieur Bérnard. His greying whiskers moved sharply as he spoke and he often spit on you as he taught proper pronunciation and conjugation. He ranted and raved all afternoon, disgusted by your apparent lack of an ear for languages and your doodling on the edges of notebook paper instead of working. You’d go from sensory overload in the salon to being bullied by a Freud-looking asshole each day with no room for a break or a breath.

You lived for weekends. Rest was very well thought of in the city so the hell spawn tutor didn’t work and the salon locked its doors. You were allowed to wander the city at your leisure, your mother glad to have you out of the apartment. You’d spend most of your days sat at a café near the Eifel Tower, a prime spot to tourists. Every day, you’d bring your sketchpad and try to draw out the profiles of those you passed you by. You spent two weekends working on a sketch of people sunbathing on the lawn in front of the tower. But it seemed you left all your talent in Hawkins. You’d spent so long drawing familiar faces back home, now that you were away from your nest, you found yourself without the skill to capture the faces around you. It occurred to you that you knew the faces of Hawkins far too well. They were engrained in your mind, your hand working like a stamp to put them on the page. France was full of strangers. You didn’t know how to understand them like you understood Hawkins. France wasn’t home. You couldn’t work out in a world of strangers.

You couldn’t work in the salon either. It was too much. Everyone was constantly showboating and trying out-do one another. You couldn’t work with people spying over your shoulder. You felt judged and insecure about what you could do. You didn’t want to be watched as you tried to make art. It didn’t help that you had no idea what to make. The closest thing you’d gotten done is that sketch of the Eifel Tower and that wasn’t something you couldn’t buy on the streets around the monument. You’d tried all the things that you couldn’t in your bedroom-paint splatter art, pottery, carving, paint pulling, mosaics. You never finished anything. The drive to push through wasn’t there.

When the loneliness and fear became too much to bear, you held Steve’s sweatshirt and cried. It still smelt like him; Irish Springs soap and Fabregè Organics shampoo and hairspray and a bit like sweat. It was nice though. You missed him. You tried to write him letters, but you knew that they wouldn’t get home before you did. You’d made up your mind that whatever the answer was, you were going home. Whether that meant deferring a semester or missing the first week of school you would go back to Hawkins. Still, you’d written over a dozen letters, all crumpled in your waste bin.

You waited until the last minute to finish something for submission. You’d tried to sketch your mother, to find who you knew in the fancy woman in front of you. With her bleached blowout and designer clothes, thirty pounds lighter and yellow gold jewellery glinting in the midday sun. She looked like the epitome of elegance, straight out of a magazine. The woman you remembered had greying roots and love handles, her only jewellery the wedding rings your father had given her. Europe had changed her into someone who you didn’t know and who didn’t seem to want to introduce herself to you. Nothing you drew seemed to capture the middle between who she was and who she is now. You realized in her profile that you weren’t a part of her life anymore, that she didn’t want you there. You were as strange to her as she was to you. You passed each other like ghosts in the hall, almost recognizable but hauntingly foreign.

The day before your final piece for submission was due; you got a letter from Steve. It only had one sentence.

“I should have asked you to stay.”

It was all you needed to hear to be inspired. You made your final project a tribute to him, mixing memories with unfinished letters building into his face. You used plain black ink to sketch his profile on the surface of the mess, building him into your loneliness. You only had your memory to recreate his face and your own letters to fill the canvas. Still, it was the only thing you’d done the whole time you were in the country that you were actually proud of. You didn’t finish it until the sun rose and you handed it off to be judged without a second thought, bleary eyed and exhausted.

You were on a plane home by the wee hours of July 4th.

Hawkins was a depressing place. After graduation, Steve found himself listless and at the hands of his father. He was a failure, a disgrace of a son. He was unready to start into the family business. His grades were pathetic. He had to get a job. Of course, with no job experience and late to the game, no decent place wanted him. The new mall only offered him one place of employment, Scoops Ahoy. And the uniform was embarrassing. Stupid sailor shirts and matching shorts, fucking knee socks and a corny paper hat. He looked like a certified geek. And his co-worker was a freak. Robin fucking Buckley did nothing but bug him all shift. It didn’t help that he had no friends without you, even Dustin had left for some nerdy science camp after the school year ended.

He was alone and lonely.

He tried to write you a half dozen times. But nothing seemed to make sense, nothing was worth telling you. What was he supposed to tell you? That he had become an even bigger loser overnight? He felt so utterly pathetic. He just wanted things to go back to the way things were. But what did that even looked like anymore? It wasn’t a life with Nancy, she’d dumped his ass, and it wasn’t a life with you, you’d left him for a different continent. He didn’t have a clue where he was going anymore. So he did what any lonely, practically friendless teenager did-he worked his ass off. Eight hours every day in the mall with smart ass Robin Buckley, waiting for the ground to suck him up. And sure, he tried to hit on the girls his age that came around. It was a good distraction from his broken heart. He’d made up his mind that he was ready to move on and try to date again. That he needed a girlfriend. That he needed to be cool again.

And then, Dustin came back and Hawkins started acting up again. He thought it was over. Those damn dogs were gone, the thing was closed, the kid was safe and acting like a kid. Everything had gone back to as close to normal as he’d seen it in awhile. But Dustin just had to find a secret code and Buckley just had to decode it and Lucas’s bitchy little sister just had to be small enough to fit into the vents and find a secret Russian elevator. And they just had to get stuck in it.

He couldn’t keep that damn kid from seeking out trouble. And yeah, it was kind of fun in a scared shitless kind of way, but it wasn’t worth getting drugged and beaten up and nearly dying for. And it certainly wasn’t worth getting tricked into thinking that he had feelings for fucking Robin. He could murder that kid for getting it in his head that he liked that girl. Robin was cool; he wouldn’t pretend that she wasn’t a decent friend to have at the end of the world. But he didn’t need the embarrassment of trying to ask out a lesbian. At least the reason for her rejecting him wasn’t that he was unattractive or lame, just that she didn’t dig dudes. He was cool with that. And at least he got to punch out a communist. If he could tell his father that without going to prison or being murdered by a Russian goon, he’d be proud. Fuck that, he was proud. He won a fight! He beat up a Russian spy! More than one, he beat some up while drugged out; at least he thought he did. He couldn’t remember much, other than watching Back to the Future with Robin. That movie was too confusing. And then he stole a car, he saved Nancy’s life, he set up that weird tower thing for Dustin-there was too much going on to even recognize how crazy he sounded. How crazy all of this sounded.

And then, the mall was on fire.

Your flight landed on the fourth of July at about ten fifteen in the evening. It took about forty-five minutes to get from the Indianapolis International Airport back to Hawkins. You were buzzing. Seven words had given you all the hope you needed to push you back to the states. Every fibre of your being was alive with energy, with excitement. You couldn’t wait for your grandfather to park the car, you jumped out as soon as you were settled in the driveway.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs and unpack?” your grandmother called after you as you booked it down the driveway.

You turned back “No, I’ll be back later!” you called. Steve’s car wasn’t in the driveway but you figured if anyone was home they’d know where he was. You bounded up the stairs, ringing the doorbell twice.

Mrs. Harrington came to the door in her bathrobe. “Oh, hello there…” she trailed off, obviously unable to remember your name.

“Y/N, hi it’s nice to see you, do you know where Steve is?” you asked, bouncing from your heels to your toes.

Mrs. Harrington narrowed her eyes “He’s at his job I assume. At the mall.” She said slowly.

“What mall?” you demanded. Mrs. Harrington’s eyes blew wide open and you realized that you were probably coming off like an insane person. “Sorry, I’ve been out of the country for about a month.”

“It’s where the Hawkins Laboratories were, off East Wood Road.” She pointed out the door towards the roads. You knew instantly that the fastest way to get there was through the woods. You ran through the backyards of your neighbours and into the woods. You didn’t like the Hawkins forests. They were dark and dim and poorly maintained. The county hadn’t been out to cut down potentially problematic trees on the few hiking paths in the woods.  Burs caught your socks and twigs scratched your legs as you hopped logs to try to get there faster. They’d carved a road through the woods, you’d found it halfway to the mall, deserted and blocked off. You could see the bright orange flames from a mile away.

Your heart stopped dead in your chest. Steve was in there. You could cry.

Instead, you hopped the blockade, running down the road despite the calls of passing fire trucks and police. You didn’t care if they tried to arrest you, although you doubted that they could. It would be a waste of time to bother with you during an emergency.

The parking lot was filled with emergency vehicles. Massive streams of water were attacking the building. Luckily, it seemed the mall was closed, judging by the few people who were milling around not in uniforms. You sprinted into the crowd, looking around frantically.

Steve had been ushered into the back of an ambulance and draped in a bright orange emergency blanket. It wasn’t that cold but he felt as though he was freezing. The EMTs had checked his vitals and disinfected the wounds on his face and knees. As for the remaining drugs in his system, he chose not to mention them. He knew that the high would wear off eventually. Robin was sat next to him, equally bandaged up and silent, save an uncontrollable shiver. Wordlessly, Steve took the blanket off his shoulders and placed it over hers. He wasn’t that cold. Moreover, he just felt numb. He’d had this happen so many times; his face beat in, an otherworldly thing trying to destroy his life and hurt his family, a major building destroyed-it all felt familiar. It made him sick to his stomach to know that it was familiar. If he had anything left in his stomach he would’ve thrown up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something running towards him. At first, he tensed. He didn’t know what it was and it could probably kill him. His heart stopped and then raced wildly. He held out an arm to protect Robin and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Steve!” you cried. He was in an ambulance. He was hurt. He was alive. You felt as if you could cry. In the span of fifteen minutes he’d gone from working to escaping a fiery building to missing in a fire to simply hurt. And hurt was just fine, you could handle hurt.

“Oh my god Steve, are you okay? Are you alright? I love you so much…”You grabbed his face, examining the bruises. You pulled him tightly to your chest, trying not to cry or freak out. You knew it wouldn’t help.

“I love you too…” he breathed into your ear, pulling you close to him. He recognized you by the smell of your hair, the feeling of your arms around him. He could cry. He didn’t believe you were real. But when you pulled away and his hand came to your face. You were real. And you were here. And he was safe. He was safe and alive. Feelings of relief rushed through his body. He wanted to cry, but the shock was too overwhelming for a tear to even drop.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and hoarser than he’d ever felt it. “I thought you were still in Paris.”

“I came home early,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw bone. “I didn’t get in.” That was the nicer version, the judges laughed at your final piece, they called it pedestrian. You should’ve been more upset, your mother was furious, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were free to go home. You could’ve thanked them for rejecting you.

Steve pulled away, looking you squarely in the eye. He wouldn’t have you give up on school to hang out with him in bum fuck Indiana. But you were telling the truth, it was written plainly all over your face. “Those bastards…” Steve murmured. You laughed, your eyes watery and throat thick. You were overwhelmed. You expected to come home and just see him in his element. You expected him to not necessarily want to see you. You didn’t expect a fire or Steve being injured or Steve to even be there at all. You pulled Steve back into your arms, you didn’t want to let go.

“I missed you so much…” you whispered. Steve’s arms came around your hips, pulling you in between his legs. He needed you here, to keep you in place for awhile.

“I missed you too…” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Did you get my letter?”

You looked up “Yeah I did…” you said “I wish I had written you, I tried so many times but I couldn’t find the words and-” Steve kissed you hard, stealing the words from his throat. He didn’t care if you didn’t write him back; this was the best thing he could’ve gotten from you. A letter wouldn’t do it justice.

You were lit up by his kiss. This is what you needed. No words could do the feelings he expressed in his kiss justice. You felt alive. You felt at home. Steve tried to pull away, but you pulled him back by his shirt, kissing him as if your life depended on it. Maybe it did. You couldn’t be sure anymore.

A loud clearing of one’s throat interrupted you and you pulled away to see Robin waving awkwardly. “Oh hey Buckley…” you muttered awkwardly. “How’s Samantha?”

“No clue, she never called me back.” The younger girl shrugged nonchalantly, hopping down from the ambulance deck. “I’ll catch ya later, Harrington.”

You turned your attention back to Steve, looking down at the material still in your fists. He looked ridiculous. “What the fuck are you wearing?” you asked with a laugh. Steve’s hands settled on your lower back, holding you in between his knees as if you’d run off if he didn’t.

“Oh this? This has been my whole summer.” He groaned “I’ve been captaining a boat on an ocean of flavours.” You couldn’t help but cackle, you had no idea what he was talking about but he seemed so serious.  

“And by that you mean?” you lifted the fake red neckerchief attached to his shirt, running the material between your thumb and forefinger.

“Ice cream store in the mall,” he pointed to the embroidered Scoops Ahoy logo on his breast.

“You’re kidding…” you shook your head as if to shake the idea out of your mind. Steve’s fingers trailed the raggedy edge of your sweatshirt. Well, his sweatshirt, his last name and basketball jersey number were embossed on the back; he could feel the textured design on your lower back.

“I like my sweater,” he chuckled, reaching up to adjust the length of the drawstrings on the hood. You looked away, a bit embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to keep it I just…missed you,” You replied “You can have it back.”

“Nah, it suits you,” he smirked “Besides, I want my girl in my stuff, it’s cute.”

“Your girl?” you grinned giddily, elbowing him in the ribs. “Since when am I your girl?” You liked the idea of being Steve’s girl. It had a nice ring to it.

Steve smirked, squeezing your hips in his hands. “Oh come on baby, you’ve been my girl for awhile…”

“Oh really? Well, I wouldn’t know since you’ve never asked me…”

You heard a loud yell and turned to see a set of paramedics carrying a stretcher towards you and Steve. They were sprinting and bringing a badly burnt and unconscious Billy Hargrove towards the ambulance you sat on. You quickly moved out of the way. Steve grabbed your hand, allowing you to tug him from the ambulance’s deck.

You only got a brief look at the teenager, but it made your stomach churn violently. You felt ill. You felt Steve squeeze your hand. You turned to look at him and saw how hollow his eyes were. You wrapped your arm around his middle. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you said, trying to stifle a yawn. You were exhausted from your flight and your run here and the trauma that had smacked you across the face.

Steve noticed anyway “Did you just get here?” he asked, lifting your chin.

“My flight landed at ten, I came to see you as soon as I could.”

“You should’ve gone home to rest, I wouldn’t have been mad at you.” You looked absolutely exhausted. He couldn’t imagine what he looked like.

“I missed you too much to not see you. And what if you had gotten hurt, if you hadn’t made it out then I would’ve never forgiven myself…”

Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you, shielding you from the scene, as more mangled people were brought out. The beast must’ve fallen apart once the brain was destroyed. It looked as though a bomb had gone off. Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to leave, but he knew that the FBI would be called and he’d have to talk to them again. He wanted you to go home, but that didn’t seem like an option now.  Selfishly, he liked having you there, it was comforting to have you in his arms, squeezing him under his ribs and keeping him calm.

“I’m not gonna get hurt, I’m okay…we’re okay…” You nodded roughly against his chest. You felt as if you were burning up and freezing at the same time. You saw blinks of red flashing lights and sirens as one of the ambulances sped past. You were so thankful that he wasn’t on that ambulance.

“Yeah, I know, I’m not gonna let you out of my sight ever again.” Steve lifted up your chin, raising an eyebrow at you. “What? Last time I did you nearly died and for what? A shit job in the mall?”

“Well, not just for a job, I was helping Robin and a couple kids who were with us,” That wasn’t the whole story. Steve knew he’d have to tell you eventually about everything, but for now he was more than comfortable ignoring the looming problem beneath their feet.

“What a hero…” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Something had been bothering Steve for awhile now and he determined now was the best time to tackle the subject. He turned away from you, folding his hands in his lap.

“Did you mean it when you said that you loved me?” he asked quietly. Truthfully, he wasn’t certain that you meant it. Or if he had even heard you correctly. After Nancy, he wasn’t sure if anyone actually loved him back. He’d given so much of his heart away only to have it tossed to the floor and tread upon like it was nothing more than a cigarette butt. He wasn’t sure if he could trust that you meant it.

You let out a small sigh through your nose, crossing your arms over your chest. You were a bit embarrassed. You were half hoping that he would forget about it. Your response brought all of Steve’s hopes crashing down. “Yeah, yeah I do,” you admitted, rubbing your arms, having suddenly gone cold. “I will admit, I hadn’t planned on saying that this early, feels a bit middle school to say that you love someone before they’re even your boyfriend.”

Steve turned to look at you once again, a bit surprised. Your face had gone red, adorably red, but still very red and your gaze had turned down to the asphalt at your feet. He reached out and took your hand, interlacing your fingers with his. “Good,” he said with a smile. You turned up to look at him; brow furrowed “I thought I had like imagined it.”

“Oh…no you’re good.” You said slowly. He looked like a little puppy dog, his whole face was radiating sunshine; it was almost hard to look at. It was harder to not match his energy, to get drunk off it. Then again, no one was stopping you from just enjoying the moment. You let out a small breath, not so much heavy with sadness or regret, but simply exhaustion. You let your head rest on his shoulder, smiling softly despite the scene in front of you. If it weren’t for the smouldering building and the emergency vehicles surrounding the pair of you, it would almost be romantic. The fact that you were even trying to find romance in the scene felt a bit silly, but maybe that was what this was supposed to feel like. Finding love in a burning building was a bit dramatic, it certainly not what you’d expected for your life, but you determined that no matter what you’d keep Steve safe. You had no idea what was going on at this scene, you had no idea what happened. But no matter how scared you were, you knew that Steve must’ve been even more scared. You knew that you couldn’t protect him, the same way that he couldn’t protect you, but maybe together you could keep each other safe for awhile.

“I love you too, you know,” Steve said quietly, his gaze trailed on the smoke of grey smoke coming up off the extinguished fire. The front of the mall had crumbled and the giant neon ‘Star-Court Mall’ sign shattered on the pavement. You hadn’t seen the mall before the fire, you didn’t know what it was supposed to look like, but a cavernous jagged mouth probably wasn’t the design goal. Still, you turned your attention to the side of Steve’s face. He couldn’t face you, the tips of his ears bright red underneath his flat, sweaty hair.

You swallowed hard “I know,” you say softly. Steve turned to look at you, examining your face with a nervous expression. You smiled and nodded reassuringly “I know.” Steve smiled and laced his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand tightly in his and you squeezed his back, the feeling of his hand squeezing yours the only feeling left in your body beyond the giddy buzz. You didn’t know how any of this worked, you didn’t know if you were doing this right, if there was a right way to do it. The buzz under your skin was two parts anxiety and one part excitement. But you didn’t pull away. You were glued to his side.

“You know, I think that was one of the first normal conversations we’ve ever had,” Steve mused.

You scoffed loudly rolling your eyes “That was not normal.

Steve shook his head with a small laugh “Yeah, I know…”

#stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve x you #steve x reader #steve x y/n #steve x reader insert #steve harrington x reader insert #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington au #steve harrington aus #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington hc #steve harrington hcs

[hkcreationus]

7X5 mm Emerald Moissanite Engagement Ring, 14k Gold Jewelry, Half Eternity, Wedding Ring, Anniversary Gifts,Art Deo Ring, Vintage Emerald

#MoissaniteEmerald #HiddenHalo #AnniversaryGift #EmeraldRing #halo #EmeraldBand #EmeraldCutEternity #EmeraldMoissanite #EmeraldCutRing #EmeraldDiamond

[starswouldtell]

We Smile, We Kiss, We Dance

Have a little Dansen fluff, semi-inspired by this art by @daskey. This is my first try writing Kelly, so I hope I captured her and her relationship with Alex in a way that rings true. They’re so sweet together and I really love them.

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“I have an idea.” Kelly smiles over her chocolate chip pancakes (it turns out Alex isn’t only the master of the blueberry breakfast delight) and pulls up a picture on her phone. “So we’ve done the rowing class, and kickboxing, and the hot yoga, and while they are all very sweaty the level of fun has varied.”

Alex laughs and takes a bite of pancake as she nods. “Yeah, I may have been a little paranoid you were gonna dump me after the bikram yoga based on smell.” Kelly snorts and it makes Alex’s heart flutter. “It was bad, I was there! Seriously, I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Oh, I’m not confirming or denying, but you clean up well and the kisses are pretty great. Among other things.” Kelly doesn’t wink, but her voice leaves a distinct wink impression and Alex is an adult and she’s definitely not gonna blush- “Like chocolate chip pancakes.” Oh. “And various other occasionally sweaty activities.” And Alex blushes and Kelly laughs; the sound is bright and beautiful and the butterfly in Alex’s heart bursts into a whole cloud of them.

“Hey, it takes two.” Alex grins, her foot lightly brushing Kelly’s leg, making her smile that beautiful smile... she weighs the idea of crawling across the table and kissing her, but dodging pancakes and juice makes the idea a little less sexy and a little more potentially sticky-- maybe after they’ve cleaned up? It’s not like she has to get in to the DEO... She smiles a little sheepishly; she’s getting slightly distracted. “You had an idea.”

Amused, Kelly offers her phone and on the screen is a photo of a flyer for swing dance lessons. “What do you think? Fun? I was thinking fun.”

Alex bites her lower lip. “You know I’m not the best dancer...”

“That’s why they’re lessons and not just going swing dancing.” Kelly answers easily. “But if you don’t think you’d like it-”

“No, I- I like dancing with you...” She reaches out and takes Kelly’s hand. “I’d love to learn dancing with you.” As she looks into Kelly’s eyes she means it. There’s a sort of novelty to it, looking at Kelly and feeling so... safe. “I will try very hard to only step on your toes a little.”

“Just don’t drop me on a lift.” She gets up, coming around the table and leaning down to kiss Alex softly.

Why didn’t I do that?

Then she pokes Alex in the arm and grins. “You’re pretty buff, so I trust you.”

Alex gets up and sweeps Kelly into her arms; she’s not even close to strong as Kara, but she can definitely lift Kelly long enough to toss her onto the couch playfully. They laugh together as Alex joins her; they kiss; they make good use of Kelly’s day off...

“So I get to see you in a swing dress, right?”

“Oh yeah.” Kelly caresses Alex’s cheek and smiles. “You gonna wear one too?”

“I dunno. Maybe?”

“You’d look pretty sexy in suspenders, too, if you wanna do pants.” Kelly offers. “Or a dress. Whatever feels good.”

“As long as you’re there.” Alex touches her forehead to Kelly’s and lingers in the closeness.

“It’s a date.” Kelly murmurs and kisses her again, and suddenly Alex can’t wait.

#dansen #kelly olsen #alex danvers #supergirl #supergirl tv #my writing

[ithinkthingsaboutstuff]

do you have any headcanons (besides what we've talked about before) about the other Brainys?

Hi friend!!

well well well

this will be a fun excuses (most excuses I have gotten all week, lol)

But lets start from the top.

Pirate Brainy (you know the one that died two second in)

1-  He was the first to come throw the rift    

2- He came from an earth like, Disney’s treasure planet with star ships and grand ships are one in the same.

3- He had a pet monkey named Koko, that he had like Barbosa from POTC

4- he lost his eye from fighting rein

Bottler Brainy/ dope jacket brainy/ Sad Boi Brainy

1- watched his universe fall one planet at a time

2- his AI core was connect to some of them when the planets went 

3- He head Clou go down 

4- because of this he felt the collective consciousness collapse 

5- that is what broke him

6- and he bottled his planet against the Superfriends wishes  

7- His Jacket was a gift from Alex

8- He put the markings on it himself 

9- he came from a 2099 like universe (sci fi meets grunge) 

10- he got the anti life equation from Brainiac 

11- he never killed until Pirate Brainy tried to take the bottle

12- He never told the Superfriends he loved them

DEO Director Brainy

1- she became director after Alex died

2- her wife was Alex (because her timeline is closet to prime, and Alex was actively looking for a serious relationship when Brainy came along, and Alex is very close with Brainy in general) 

3- she wore a dark purple suit down the aisle

4- her necklace was her ‘wedding ring’ as she could not take off the legion ring   

5- Kara was both best man and maid of honour 

6- She loved Tessa Thomson movies

7- she punched Nazi on the regular

8-  she did roller derby

9- her universe was like the matrix with the colour (sky/world) being a little green and tech looking like late 1990′s early 2000′s     

and finally....   

Yellow Boots Brainy/ Clone Fucker Brainy

1- he doesn’t drink alcohol ever 

2- he goes to roller disco techs

3- his boots have rockets in them ‘just in case’

4- he roller skates just about everywhere when he can

5- Kara was his girlfriend 

6- he has in fact fucked one of his doppelgangers, they were from earth 89 where that Brainy was basically Keanu Reeves (Bill and Ted era)    

7- his earth is like a 60′s pop art Utopian setting (think Jetsons)  

8- make all his cloths himself 

9- Sings ABBA at any and all opportunities 

10-  braids flowers into his hair

11- Is the bi’st bi boi ever

12- has a tattoo that says groovy

13- owns/ makes novelty shirts (like, I came back to the 21st ceranty and all I got was this t-shirt, and Groovy Bi Boy and so on)

14- Once blasted Queen music through the whole city, just because

15- yellow is his favourite colour

16- he likes to float around using his legion ring

17- he has eaten grapes on top of a grand piano while getting serenaded by Kara

18- loves making apple pie 

19- has a flowery apron with oven mitts to match

20- has thrown flower petals on people as they walked by    

#brainiac 5 #brainy #querl dox #'s #supergirl #good question #question #asks #headconon #thanks friends

[remedial-wit]

13/02/19

Femslash February Day 13 - Superwonder

Blind date

Diana thinks the date is going fine, better than most, even. She's at restaurant, a fancy one where they serve seafood, and across her sits Kara Danvers, sunny and pretty and just very lovely.

She's the assistant to Cat Grant of CatCo. Which, honestly, is quite impressive for one so her age. And of course, Diana introduces herself as an art director and curator. It's not a lie, of course, but not the whole truth. But this is the first date and one can hardly expect everything about a person the first time meeting them. .

Anyway, Diana is pretty sure the date is going well, until Kara's phone starts ringing and when she picks up a frown forms on her face and she stands.

Unfortunately, Diana already knows what she's about to say.

“I'm so sorry,” she begins, not even bothering to throw on her coat. “It's an emergency. I really have to dash.”

Diana barely has time to wave her off before Kara's out the door. A slight grimace settles onto her face before a nearby waiter flashes her a sympathetic look.

Right then.

On the table still is Kara's half eaten portion of food, and Diana's own, and — well, at least she left her half of the bill, not that Diana would have minded. Still, it’s a shame. Diana didn’t even get her number, and it’ll be embarrassing to ask Clark, and it was genuinely such a lovely date.

An hour later, Diana is at home, quietly sipping on a glass of red wine — she was going to share it with Kara if things went well — and watching the news. Supergirl fighting some other aliens, as usual,

Clark’s cousin is faster than he is, which makes Diana a little smug because girl power, and strong and fierce. Her eyes blaze brightly and she has passion and conviction behind every blow, graceful, beautiful, and devastatingly powerful. But every few moments she sees the girl pull her punches a little, hesitating, a slight frown on her lips; her first instinct, when she can, is to be gentle. No matter what.

It’s the mark of a true hero.

Diana enjoys watching it, everything about it. On themyscira every fight was fought to push one’s endurance to the limits and then push those limits, there was no holding back, because warriors and heroes are not quite the same. And Diana is a hero now, she has been for a long time — relatively, at least, long enough for her — and she knows she does the same. But her first instinct is still to beat her opponent, as she was trained to, to survive on a battlefield, and kindness in a fight comes second.

It also helps that, objectively, physically, Supergirl is beautiful, her silhouette giving way to strongly defined muscled limbs and long lines.

The person holding the camera is clearly a little shaky, and Diana doesn’t blame them, but there’s a split second where Supergirl turns and the camera catches her face forward. Diana almost drops her wine.

(She doesn’t, though — she is Wonder Woman, after all.)

And then she laughs. Of course. Of. Course.

“My friend Kara,” Clark had said, wiping his glasses on his shirt and looking away. She was going to kill him. “I think you’d like each other.”

On the screen, Kara had finished off the last alien, handing them in to the DEO’s custody, before turning back to the camera and to wave cheerfully and smile. Diana bit her lip.

She’s going to kill him (well, or maybe thank him.)

#femslash february #superwonder #kara zor el #kara danvers #kara danvers x diana prince #diana prince #Wonder Woman #supergirl #dcu #a wild fic appeared

[ty-talks-comics]

Best of DC: Week of April 24th, 2019

Best of this Week: Freedom Fighters #5 - Robert Venditti, Eddy Barrows, Eber Ferreira, Adriano Lucas and Andworld Design

Let. Freedom. Bloody. RING!

Freedom Fighters has been absolutely spectacular since it began and after Uncle Sam’s awesome resurrection in the last issue, he’s ready to take the fight to the Reich. Uncle Sam wastes no time in giving a beating to the rat faced bastards that have taken a stranglehold over America; punching, kicking and lamp posting through the streets of Philadelphia, inspiring hope in the people and fear in Adolf Hitler II. As soon as reinforcements arrive, he rolls up his sleeves and prepares to give a rousing speech meanwhile punk ass Adolf is in a rage and declares that he must go to “The Bunker.”

The next few pages are a goddamn lesson in what patriotism truly means. As Uncle Sam lifts what I now dub “The Lamp Post of Patriotism” he launches into an inner monologue about the “Spirit of ‘76.” When the Minutemen began to ride, the spirit was conceived, but when pen was put to paper - Uncle Sam was born and fought for freedom ever since. He fought in the Revolutionary War and helped us win the land we call our own today.

Thankfully, he admitted that we got a lot wrong as a country. He challenged the notion that the Spirit only belonged to ONE certain group of people and decried slavery, displacement of Native Americans and suppressing the rights of women. He supported all manner of freedom everywhere and I WAS EXCITED. At least, I was until the hard hand of Overman was thrust down onto the troops fighting the Nazis in the WWII flashback.

Overman, Earth X’s version of Superman if he were raised by The Nazis, was just about the only thing that could rip the hope from the hearts of the people. This began the original weakening of Uncle Sam and now that he’s just now getting used to being back in the land of the free, he’s weak. It was up to the new Freedom Fighters to rescue him from a Nazi War Wheel, but at the same time Adolf was gearing up to retaliate against the resurrection of Uncle Sam with a weapon of his own.

This book was simply epic, not only because of Venditti’s excellent story writing, but also because of the amazing story that Barrows, Ferreira and Lucas tell through their wonderful art, inking and coloring. Standing out amongst the dark inks are the dynamic poses and bright colors of Uncle Sam’s red white and blue. In this dreary world, those are the only colors that matter and most scenes in the book utilize a red and blue hue when hope is high, but reverts back to the washed out greys and muted colors when hope is waning.

Uncle Sam himself is awesome as hell to look at. He is a tall, lanky thing, but he fights with the fury of 1000 free men. All of his attacks carry a heavy weight with them and he is nothing if not expressive himself. Everything feels large and cinematic, helping to make the book feel like it’s building up to something amazing, especially in its final pages.

If you’re looking for a great book that will get you unreasonably pumped and ready to sing Star Spangled Banner at the top of your lungs, then Freedom Fighters #5 is for you, high recommend!

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It’s taken a while, but I feel like Bendis has found his stride.

Runner Up: Action Comics #1010 - Brian Michael Bendis, Steve Epting, Brad Anderson and Josh Reed

When it was revealed that Brian Michael Bendis would be the guy that expanded upon Leviathan in the ages of Action Comics, I was a bit skeptical at first. Could he really tackled this obscure Secret Organization that relied on subterfuge and have them be a really good threat, but then I remembered that this is exactly the kind of thing that Bendis specializes in. Bendis was originally a crime novelist/comic writer and that’s definitely the reason Leviathan Rising has struck me so hard.

It’s good fun and reminds me of the days of watching Superman the Animated Series where Superman would regularly tangle with Intergang, utilizing his reporter persona to get scoops and uncover their plots and I absolutely loved that.

Not only is it fun, but the stakes are high. Leviathan has taken down most of the other BIG organizations in the DC Universe. From Kobra, to ARGUS, to the DEO - Leviathan are proving to be a grave threat and are all about tying up loose ends, which is why we’re assumed to have seen the end of DEO Director Bones at the hands of a disguised Talia al Ghul in the beginning of the book. Hell, Amanda Waller is RUNNING from them and is currently stuck in Superman’s Fortress of Solitude in the Bermuda Triangle.

Aside from the kick ass plot, the relationship and interactions between Lois and Clark, disguised as Chaz and Andi, a lovely engaged couple trying to infiltrate Spyral and find out what they can about Leviathan. They’re so adorable from Lois’ spunky attitude and making fun of Clark’s bad acting and Clarks seriousness about the mission and pitiful attempts at acting.

It does take a bit to make me chuckle and I mean really chuckle at most comics, but this book feels like such a throwback and had writing so good that I have to give it credit. I cannot wait for future issues of this and the Leviathan even from Bendis later this year. He’s done so well with making them credible, even more than The Silencer has, and I am actually afraid of Talia al Ghul. High recommend!

#comics #dc #dc comics #freedom fighters #earth x #uncle sam #america #freedom #uncle sam and the freedom fighters #robert venditti #eddy barrows #superman #lois lane #leviathan #spyral #grayson #action comics #talia al ghul #brian michael bendis #steve epting

[official-german-gaming]

Bee Movie but it’s the script Google translated into German and then translated into a Bavarian accent

Noch oin bekanndn Gsetzn da Luftfahrt, 's gibt koa Möglichkeit, a Beane soiad fliangn könna. Sei Flügl san zua gloa um zua keman sei fetta gloaa Körpa vom Bodn. De Beane fliagt natürlich drotzdem weil Biane si ned darum kümmern wos Menschn denga, is unmöglich.

Gejb Schwoaz. Gejb Schwoaz. Gejb Schwoaz. Gejb Schwoaz. Ooh, schwoaz und gejb! Lass 's uns a bissal aufmischn. Barry! Fruhstuck is fertig! Kimm! Wartn a Sekunde. Servus? - Barry? - Adam? - Kannst, du glaubst des passiad? - I konn ned. I hol di ob. Guad ausseng. Benutze de Schdiang. Dei Voda dafia guads Gejd bezoit. 's tut uns leid. I bin aufgregt. Do is da Obsolvent. Mia san narrisch stolz auf di, mei Bua. A perfekte Visitenkartn, olle B?s. Narrisch stolz. Ma! I hob wos do. - Du hosd Fuaßeln auf deim Flaum. - Au! Des bin i! - Wave zua uns! Mia wern in da Reihe 118.000 sei. - Servus! Barry, i hob 's dia gsogt, hör auf im Heisl zua fliangn! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is des Fuzz Gl? - A bissal. Speziella Dog, Obschluss. I häd nie dachd, dass i 's schoffa würde. Drei Doge Grundschui, drei Doge Gymnasium. De warn peinlich. Drei Doge Coiege. I bin froh, dass i 's gnomma hob a Dog und drampte um den Beanenstogg herum. Du bisd anders zuaruggkema. - Servus, Barry. - Artie, oan Schnurrbart wachsn? Sieht guad aus. - Hear vo Frankie? - Jo. - Gehst du zua Beerdigung? - Na I werd ned gengan. Jeda woass, jemandn stechn, du stirbst. Vaschwend 's ned an am Oachkatzl. So a Hitzkopf. I denke, ea häd 's doa könna grod aus am Weg gegangn. I liab de Einbeziehung a Vagnügungspark in unsar heitign Zeid. Deshoib braan mia koa Ferin. Bua, a bissal Pomp? unta desn Umständn. - Jetz, Adam, heid san mia Männa. - Mia san! - Beanenmänna. - Ama! Hoieluja! Studentn, Fakultät, ausgezeichnete Biane, Bitte begrüßn Deo Buzzwell. Wuikomma, neia Schwarm Oity Obschlussklasse vo? ? 9:15. Damit san unsa Zaemonin obgeschlossn. Und fangd dei Karriere an bei Honex Industris! Wern mia heid unsan Job auswähln? I hob gehört, 's is grod Orientiarung. Kopf houch! Auf gäd?s. Hoide dei Bratzn und Otenna in da Strossnboh zua jeda Zeid. - Wia werd 's wohl sei?- A bissal unheimlich. Wuikomma bei Honex, a Obteilung vo Honesco und a Teil da Hexogon-Gruppn. Des is 's! Beeindruckend. Beeindruckend. Mia wissn, dass du ois Beane hob dei ganzs Lebn lang gearbadet um zua am Punkt zua keman, wo du bisd konn fia dei ganzs Lebn arbadn. Da Honig fangd an, wenn unsa tapfera Poin Joggs bringn den Nektar zum Beanenstogg. Unsa streng geheime Foaml werd automadisch farbkoarigiad, geruchsneitroi und bubble-konturiad in desn beruhigendn siassn Sirup mid seim unvawexlbarn goidans Glian woasst du ois? Honig! - Des Madl war hoass. - Sie is meine Cousine! - Sie is? - Jo, mia san olle Cousins. - Recht. Du hosd recht. - Bei Honex san mia ständig bemüht um jedn Aspekt zua vabessern da Existenz da Beane. De Biane san Stresstests a neie Helmtechnologie. - Wos glaubst du, wos ea macht? - Ned genug. Do hom mia unsa neiesdn Foatschritte, da Krelmo. - Wos macht des? - Hört auf, de gloae Honigsträhne des hängt, nochdem du 's eingegossn hosd. Mia san Biane. Mia san am voikommensdn funktionierend Gsejschoft auf da Eade. Du denkst moi üba Dinge do wos zua guad arbadn? Wia wos? Gib ma a Beischbui. I woass 's ned. Aba du woasst wovon i rede. Bitte lösche des Toa. Royal Nectar Foace auf Onäherung. Wartn kuaz. Hört 's eich an. - Hey, des san Poin Joggs! - Beeindruckend. I hob sie no nie so nah gseng. Sie wissn, wia 's is außerhoib des Beanenstoggs. Jo, aba manche keman ned zrugg. - Hey, Joggs! - Servus, Joggs! Ihr Jungs hod grousartig gemacht! Du bisd Monsta! Du bisd Himmesfanatika! I liab 's! I liab 's! - I froge mi, wo sie warn. - I woass 's ned. Ihr Dog is ned geplant. Voa am Beanenstogg, fliangnd wa woass wo, wa woass wos. Sie könna si ned entscheidn, a Poin zua sei Jogg. Du musst dafia gezüchtet wern. Recht.  Ausseng. Des is mehr Poin ois du und i in am Lebn seng wern. 's is grod a Statussymbol. Biane machn zua vui davo. Vuileicht. 's sei denn, du drägst 's und de Dama seng a bewegend Bleamal berichdn? Positiv. Des war auf da Linie! Des is des Coolste. Wos is 's? I woass 's ned, aba i liab de Farb. 's riecht guad. Ned wia a Bleamal, aba i mog 's. Jo, vaschwomma. Ohemisch-y. Oareful, Leid. 's is a bissal grobby. Mei siassa Herr da Biane! Oandy-Hirn, geh do ausse! Problem! - Leid! - Des kannt schlecht sei. Positiv. Narrisch nah. I werd weh doa. Mamas gloaa Bua. Du bisd weid außerhoib da Position, Ofänga! Du kimmsd wia a Rakete an! Hilf ma! I glab ned, dass des Bleame san. - Soidn mia 's eahm song? - I denke, ea woass 's. Wos is des?! Matchboi! Du kannst ofangn zua packn, Schatz, weil du 's grod isst! Yowsa! Brutto. Do is a Beane im Auto! - Tu wos! - I fahr! - Servus, Beane. - Ea is wieda do! Ea werd mi stechn! Koa Bewegung. Wenn du di ned bewegst, sticht ea di ned. Einfriern! Ea blinzelte! Sprüh ihn, Oma! Wos machst du?! Wow ? des Spannungsniveau do is unglaublich. I mua Hoam keman. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Maifeiadog! Maifeiadog! Beane gäd runta! Kn, kanntn Sie bitte des Fensta schliaßn? Kn, kanntn Sie bitte des Fensta schliaßn? Oh mei neia Lebenslauf. I hob 's in a Foidbroschüre gschofft. Siehst du? Foidet si heraus. Ach na. Mehr Menschn. I braae des ned. Wos war des? Vuileicht dess Moi. Desmoi. Desmoi. Desmoi! Desmoi! Des ? Voahänge! Des is teiflisch. 's is fantasdisch. 's hod olle meine Spezialfähigkeitn, sogar meine Top-Tn-Liablingsfilme. Wos is de Numma eins? Griag da Steane? Na, i mache des ned ? ? so wos. Koa Wunda, dass mia ned mid ihna redn soidn. Sie san damisch. Wenn i a Voastäiungsgespräch hiterlasse, san sie übarascht, könna ned glam, wos i soge. Do is de Sonn. Vuileicht is des a Ausweg. I konn mi ned dro eainnern, dass i a grouse 75 Sonnenbratzn hod. I hob de globale Eawärmung voahergesogt. I konnte fuin, wia 's hoassa wurde. Zuaerst dochte i, 's waarad grod i. Wardn! Hoid! Beane! Dredn Sie zrugg. Des san Wintersdiafl. Wardn! Töte ihn ned! Du woasst, i bin oiergisch gegn sie! Dess Ding kannt mi tödn! Warum hod sei Lebn koan Wert ois dei? Warum hod sei Lebn wenga Wert ois i? Is des dei Aussoge? I soge grod, dass ois Lebn Wert hod. Du woasst ned, wos ea fuin konn. Meine Broschüre! Do gehst du, gloaa Bua. I hob koa Ongst voa eahm. 's is a oiergische Sache. Setzn Sie des auf Ihre Lebenslaufbroschüre. Mei ganzs Lädschn kannt si aufblähn. Mach 's zua am doana besondern Fähigkeitn. Jemandn zua schlogn is aa a besondere Fähigkeit. Recht. Servus, Vanessa. Vuin Dank. - Vanessa, naxte Woch? Joghurt Nochd? - Sicha, Kn. Woasst du, wos aa oiwei. - Sie kanntn Johannisbroud-Chips darauf setzn. Servus. - soin wenga Kaloain sei.- Servus. I mua wos song. Sie hod ma des Lebn gerettet. I mua wos song. In Oadnung, do gäd 's. Na. Wos würde i song? I kannt wirklich Ärga griagd. 's is a Beanengesetz. Du darfst ned mid am Menschn redn. I konn ned glam, dass i des mache. I mua. Oh, i konn 's ned doa. Oome auf! Na Jo. Na, mach 's. I konn ned. Wia soi i ofangn? ?Du mogst Jazz?? Na, des is ned guad. Do kimmd sie! Sprich, du Idiot! Servus! 's tut ma Leid. - Sie sprichn. - Jo, i woass. Du redest! 's tut ma Leid. Na scho Okay. 's is in Oadnung. I woass, dass i dräume. Aba i konn mi ned eainnern, ins Bett gegangn zua sei. Jetz, i bin sicha, des is narrisch beinruhigend. Des is a gloae Übaraschung fia mi. I meine, du bisd a Beane! I bin. Und i soi des ned doa, aba olle vasuchdn mi zua tödn. Und wenn 's ned fia di waarad ? I musste dia dankn. So wurde i aufgewachsn. Des war a bissal komisch. - I rede mid oana Beane.- Jo. I rede mid oana Beane. Und de Beane redet mid ma! I mog grod song, dass i dankbar bin. I werd 'etz gengan. - Wardn! Wia hosd du des gelernt? - Wos? De sprichnde Sache. So wia du 's geto hosd, denke i. ?Mama, Dada, Schatz.? Du nimmst 's auf. - Des is narrisch lustig.- Jo. Biane san lustig. Wenn mia ned lachdn, dadn mia weina mid am, womit mia 's zua doa hom. Wia aa oiwei ? Oo i ? ? dia wos bringn? I woass 's ned. I meine ? i woass 's ned. Ooffä? I mog di ned ausselossn. 's is koa Problem. 's dauat zwoa Minudn. - 's is grod Kaffä.- I hasse 's aufzuzwingn. - Sei ned oibern! - Eigentle würde i a Haferl liabn. Hey, wuist du Rumkuacha? - I soiad ned. - Na, i konn ned.- Oome auf! I vasuche a boh Mikrogramm zua valiarn. - Wo? - De Streifa heifd ned. Du siehst supa aus! I woass ned, ob du wos üba Mode woasst. Gäd 's dia guad? Na. Ea macht de Krawatte in den Cobas, de sie Madison houchfliangn lossn. Ea kimmd endlich doathin. Ea rennt de Stufa auffe in de Kiach. De Houchzeid is eaöffnet. Und ea sogt: ?Wossamelone? I dochte, du hättest Guatemoideke gsogt. Warum soiad i a Wossamelone heiradn?? Is des a Beanenwitz? Des is de Art vo Sachn, de mia machn. Jo, anders. Oiso, wos wirst du doa, Barry? Üba de Arbad? I woass 's ned. I mog meina Teil fia den Beanenstogg doa, aba i konn 's ned so machn, wia sie 's woin. I woass wia du di fuist. - Sie doa? - Sicha. Meine Ejdan woidn, dass i Owoid oda Azt bin, aba i woite Floaistin wern. - Wirklich? - Mei oanzigs Interesse is Bleame. Unsa neie Kenigin wurde grod mid demselbn Kampognenslogo gewählt. Wia aa oiwei, wenn du scheislt ? Do is mei Beanenstogg genau do. Seng Sie 's? Du bisd in da Schofwiesn! Jo! I bin direkt nebn am Turtle Pond! Auf koan Foi! I kenn de Gegend. I hob do oamoi oan Zächanring valoan. - Warum setzn Madl Ringe auf ihre Zächan - Warum ned? - 's is, ois würde ma oan Huad auf des Knie legn. - Vuileicht werd i 's vasuchn. - Ois in Oadnung, Ma'am? - Oh, jo. Fein. Oafach zwoa Tassn Kaffä dringa! Wia aa oiwei, des war grousartig. Measse fia den Kaffä. Jo, 's is koa Problem. Tut ma leid, i konnte 's ned beendn. Wenn i 's täte, waarad i den Rest meins Lebens wach. Bisd du?? Oo, nehme i a Stück davo mid? Sicha! Do, a Krume. - Measse! - Jo. Guad. Jetz, dann ? I schätze, mia seng uns. Oda ned. Bassd, Barry. Und vuin Dank no oamoi ? fia voaha. Oh des? Des war nix. Jetz, ned nix, aba ? Wia aa oiwei ? Des konn unmöglich funktioniern. Ea is bereit, loszugehn. Mia könna 's genauso guad vasuchn. Bassd, Dave, zieh de Rutsche. - Klingt eastaunlich. - 's war unglaublich! 's war da gruseligste, glücklichste Moment meins Lebens. Menschn! I konn ned glam, dass du mid Menschn mitanand bisd! Riesige, gruselige Menschn! Wia warn sie? Riesig und damisch. Sie redn damisch. Sie essn varuggte gigantische Dinge. Sie fahrn damisch. - Vasuchn sie di zua tödn, wia im Feanseng? - A baar vo ihna. Aba a baar vo ihna ned. - Wia bisd du zuaruggkema? - Pudl. Du hosd 's geto, und i bin froh. Du hosd gseng, wos oiwei du seng woitest. Du hattest dei ?Eafahrung?. 'etz könna Sie Ihrn Job auswähln und noamal sei. - Guad guad? Jetz, i hob jemandn getroffa. Du machtest? War sie Beane? - A Wespe?! Dei Ejdan wern di tödn! - Na, na, na, koa Wespe. - Spinne - I bin ned vo Spinna ozong. I woass, 's is des hoasseste Ding mid den acht Haxnn und oiem. I kimm ned an dem Lädschn voabei. Wa is sie? Sie is ? menschlich. Na, na. Des is a Beanengesetz. Du dadsd koa Beanengesetz brechn. - Sie hoasst Vanessa. - Oh, Bua. Sie is so nett. Und sie is Floaistin! Ach na! Du gehst mid am Bleamehändla aus. Mia gengan ned mitanand. Du fliagst voa am Beanenstogg und redest mid Menschn, de unsa Häusa mid Powerwashern und M-80 ogreifa! A Achtl Dynamit! Sie hod ma des Lebn gerettet und sie vastäd mi. Des is voabei! ISS des. 's is ned voabei! Wos war des? - Sie nenna 's a Krume. - 's war so streifig! Und des is 's ned, wos sie essn. Des is wos sie essn! - Woasst du wos a Oinnobon is? - Na. 's is Broud und Zimt und Zuckerguss. Sie heizn 's auf ? Setz di! ? wirklich hoass! - Hör ma zua! Mia san ned sie! Mia san mia. Do san mia und do san sie! Jo, aba wa konn des sehnsüchtige Herz leigna? 's gibt koa Sehnsucht. Hör ma zua! Du musst ofangn, Beane zua denga, mei Freind. Denkend Beane! - Denkend Beane. - Denkend Beane. Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Do is ea. Ea is im Pool. Woasst du, wos dei Problem is, Barry? I mua ofangn, Beane zua denga? Wia lang werd des no dauan? 's warn drei Doge, warum arbadest du ned? I hob vui grouse Lebensentscheidunga, üba de i nochdenga mua. Welchs Lebn? Du hosd koa Lebn, du hosd koa Arbad. Du bisd kaum a Beane! Würde 's di umbringn, a bissal Honig zua machn? Barry, komm ausse. Dei Voda spricht mid dia. Martin, dadsd du mid eahm redn? Barry, i rede mid dia! Sie keman? Bekam ois? Ois bereit! Gengan Sie geradeaus. I werd aufholn. Sei ned zua lang. Schau dia des an! Vanessa! - Mia san oiwei no do. - I hob dia gsogt, dass du ihn ned oschrein soist. Ea reogiad ned auf des Schrein! - Warum schreist du mi an? - Weil du ned hörst! I hear des ned. Tut ma leid, i mua gengan. - Wohin gehst du? - I dreffe oan Freind. A Madl? Kannst du di desweng ned entscheidn? Servus. I  hoff grod, dass sie Beane is. Sie hom jeds Joar a riesige Parade vo Bleame in Pasadena? Im Turnia da Rosn zua sei, des is da Draum jeds Floaisdn! Auf am Wong, umgem vo Bleame, jubeln Massn. A Turnia. Könna de Ross bei Spoatvaanstoidunga klappn? Na, i hob oan. Wia kimmsd du ned übaoi hi? 's is ostrengend. Warum bisd du ned übaoi? 's is schneia. Jo, Bassd, i vastehe. I sehe. Guad, du bisd dro. TiVo. Sie könna Live-TV oafach einfriern? Des is damisch! Des hosd du ned? Mia hom Hivo, aba 's is a Krankheit. 's is a schreckliche, schreckliche Krankheit. Oh mei. Bläde Biane! Sie miassn olle de Idiodn stechn woin. Mia vasuchn ned zua stechn. 's is noamalerweise tedlich fia uns. Oiso musst du auf dei Laune achdn. Narrisch voasichtig. Du drittst a Wand, gehst spaziern, schreibst oan narrischn Briaf und wirfst ihn hiaus. Arbade duach ihn wia jede Emotion: Wut, Eifersucht, Lust. Meine Güte! Bisd du in Oadnung? Jo. - Wos is los mid dia?! - 's is a Fehla. Ea belästigt niemandn. Vaschwinde vo do! Wos war des? A Buidl ?N? Rundschreibn? Jo 's war. Woha wusstest du des? 's fuite si an wia 10 Seitn. Fünfundsiebzig is so ziemlich unsa Limit. Du hosd wirklich a Wissnschoft. - I hob oan Cousin da italienischn Vogue valoan.- I wette. Wos im Naman des mächtign Herkuls is des? Wia is des do herkema? Oute Bä, Goidene Blüte, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is ea dea Schauschbuia? - I hob nie vo eahm gehört. - Warum is des do? - Fia Menschn. Mia essn 's. Sie hom ned genügend eigans Essn? - Jetz jo. - Wia bekimmsd du 's? - Biane machn 's. - I woass, wa 's schofft! Und 's is schwar, 's zua schoffa! 's gibt Heizung, Kühlung, Rührn. Du braast a ganze Krelmo-Sache! - 's is Bio. - 's is unsa Ganic! 's is grod Honig, Barry. Grod wos ?! Biane wissn nix davo! 's is Debstahl! Vui Debstahl! Sie hom unsa Häusa, Schuin, Krankenhäusa gnomma! Des is ois wos mia hom! Und 's is im Vakauf? I kimm am auf den Grund. I kimm am auf den Grund! Hey, Hectoa. - Bisd du fast fertig? - Fast. Ea is do. I spüre 's. Jetz, i schätze, i werd 'etz Hoam gengan und desn netdn Honig draußn lossn, ohne dass eppa in da Nähe is. Du bisd kaputt, Kistenbua! I wusste, dass i wos gehört hob. So kannst du redn! I konn redn. Und 'etz fängst du an zua redn! Woha bekimmsd du de siassn Sachn? Wa is dei Liaferant? I vastehe des ned. I dochte, mia wärn Freinde. Des letzte, wos mia doa woin, is de Beanenzucht! Du bisd zua schbad! 's gehört uns 'etz! Sie, Herr, hom des falsche Schwert übaschritdn! Sie, mei Herr, wern Mitdogessn fia meina Leguo, Ignacio! Woha kimmd da Honig? Sog ma wo! Honigfarma! 's kimmd vo Honigfarma! Oaazy Person! Wos fia a schreckliche Sache is do passiad? De Lädschna, sie wussdn nie, wos sie drof. Und 'etz san sie auf am Weg noch Nirgendwo! Bleib oafach still. Wos? Du bisd ned tot? Sehe i tot aus? Sie wern ois wegwischn, wos si bewegt. Wohin gingst du? Zua Honey Farms. I bin auf wos Riesigs do. I geh noch Alaska. Elchblut, varuggts Zeig. Schlog den Kopf ob! I geh noch Tacoma. - Und du? - Ea is wirklich tot. Guad. Oh, oh! - Wos is des?! - Oh na! - A Wischa! Dreifachklinge - Dreifachklinge? Aufspringan! 's is dei oanzige Chance, Beane! Warum mua ois so ze fix sauba sei ?! Wia vui miassn Sie seng ?! Öffne dei Augn, steck deine Kopf aus am Fensta! Vo NPR News in Washington bin i Oarl Kasell. Aba töte koa weidern Käfa! - Beane! - Elch Blut Typ !! - Hörst du wos? - Wia wos? Wia a gloas Schrein. Schoide des Radio aus. Whassup, Bua? Hey, Blut. Grod a Reihe vo Honiggläsern, so weid des Aug reichte. Beeindruckend! I nehme an, wo aa oiwei da Lkw hikimmd, wo ea hikimmd. I meine, dea Honig gehört uns. - Biane hängn fest. - Mia san olle eingeklemmt. 's is a enge Gmoaschoft. Ned mia, Mo. Mia seibsd. Jede Muggn oiein. - Wos is, wenn Sie in Schwierigkeitn geradn? - Sie san a Muggn, Sie in Schwierigkeitn. Niemand mog uns. Sie schlogn grod. Seng Sie a Muggn, klatschn, klatschn! Zuamindest bisd du auf da Wäid. Du musst Madl dreffa. Moskito-Madl vasuchn, mid oana Motte, Libelle zua handeln. Moskitomadl woin koa Moskito. Du machst wohl Witze! Mooseblood is dabei, des Gebäude zua valossn! So lang, Beane! - Hey, Jungs! - Mooseblood! I wusste, i würde di do undn fangn. Hosd du dei varuggts Stroh mitgebracht? Mia werfa 's in Gläsa, schlogn a Etikett drauf und 's is ziemlich roana Profit. Wos is des fia a Oat? A Beane hod de Gress eins Stecknadelkopfs. Sie san Stecknadeln! Stecknadelkopf. - Oheck den nein Raacha.- Oh, siass. Des is da, den du wuist. Da Thomas 3000! Raacha? Neinzig Züge pro Minute, hoibautomadisch. Zwoamoi des Nikotin, da ganze Tea. A boh Atemzüge davo knoin sie direkt aus. Sie machn den Honig, und mia machn des Gejd. ?Sie machn den Honig, und mia machn des Gejd?? Oh mei! Wos is los? Bisd du in Oadnung? Jo. 's dauat ned lang. Woasst du, dass du a falscha Beanenstogg mid falschn Wändn bisd? Unsa Kenigin wurde hierha vasetzt. Mia hatdn koa andere Wahl. Des is dei Kenigin, des is a Mo in Frauenkleidlern! Des is a Drog Quen! Wos is des? Ach na! 's gibt Hunderte vo ihna! Beanenhonig. Unsa Honig werd unvaschämt in grousem Umfang gstohln! Des is schlimma ois ois, wos ea geto hod! I hob voa, wos zua doa. Oh, Barry, hör auf. Wa hod dia gsogt, dass Menschn unsan Honig nehma? Des is a Gricht. Seng de wia Grichte aus? Des is a Vaschwörungstheoaie. 's handelt si offensichtlich um vakratzte Fotos. Wia bisd du dabei duacheinanda kema? Ea hod mid Menschn gschbrocha. - Wos? - Mid Menschn redn ?! Ea hod a menschliche Freindin. Und sie machn aus! Eafolg hom? Barry! Mia ned. - Sie wünschn, Sie kanntn. - Auf welcha Seitn schdengan Sie? De Biane! I war oamoi in San Antonio mid oana Grille mitanand. De varuggtn Haxn hieldn mi de ganze Nochd wach. Barry, des wuist du mid deim Lebn machn? I wui 's fia unsa ganzs Lebn doa. Niemand arbadet härta ois Biane! Dad, i eainnere mi dro, wia du Hoam kema bisd, so übaarbadet, dass dei Bratzn si oiwei no grihrt hom. Du konntest ned aufhearn. I eainnere mi dro. Welchs Recht hom sie zua unsam Schatz? Mia lebn vo zwoa Tassn pro Joar. Sie hom 's ohne jedn Grund Lippnnbalsam! Aa wenn 's stimmt, wos konn ma doa? Sting sie wo 's wirklich weh tut. Ins Lädschn! Des Aug! - Des würde weh doa.- Na. De Nase houch? Des is a Mörda. 's gibt grod oan Oat, an am du de Menschn stechn kannst, oan Oat, an am 's wichtig is. Hive at Five, de oanzige Voizeid Action-Nochrichtenquelle des Beanenstoggs. Koa Bärenköpfe mehr! Mid Bob Bumble am Okerpult. Weda mid Schduamstinga. Spoat mid Buzz Larvi. Und Jeanette Ohung. - Guadn Omd. I bin Bob Bumble.- Und i bin Jeanette Ohung. Barry Benson, a Dri-County-Beane, beobsichtigt, de menschliche Rasse zua vaklogn, weil sie unsan Honig gstohln, vapackt und illegoi davo profitiad hod! Moang Nochd auf Bä Larry King, hom mia drei ehemalige Kiniinna do in unsam Studio und diskutiern ihr neis Buach, Olassy Ladis, de Woch auf Hexogon. Heid Omd sprichn mia mid Barry Benson. Hosd du jemois dachd: ?I bin a Kind aus am Beanenstogg. I konn des ned doa?? Biane hom nie Ongst kabd, de Wäid zua vaändern. Wos is mid Beane Oolumbus? Bä Gandhi? Bejesus? Wo i herkomme, dadn mia niemois Menschn vaklogn. Mia dochdn an Stickboi oda Siassigkeitenlädn. Wia oid san Sie? De Beanengemeinschoft unterstützt Sie in dem Foi, da de Probe des Biane-Joarhunderts sei werd. Woasst du, sie hom aa oan Larry King in da Menschenwäid. 's is a gebräuchlicha Nama. Naxte Woch ? Ea sieht aus wia du und hod a Show und Hosnnträga und farbige Punkte ? Naxte Woch ? Bruin, Zitate auf da Unterseitn des Gasts, obwohl du sie grod gehört hosd. Bear Week naxte Woch! Sie san gruselig, haarig und lebn do. Beigt si oiwei noch voane, spitz zualaufend Schuitern, schielend Augn, narrisch jidisch. Im Tennis attackierst du den Punkt da Schwäche! 's war meine Oma Kn. Sie is 81. Liabling, ihre Ruggbratz is a Witz, i werd des ned ausnutzn. Ruah, bitte. Wirkliche Arbad gäd do voa. - Is des deselbe Beane? - Jo, is 's! I helfe eahm, de menschliche Rasse zua vaklogn. - Servus. - Servus, Beane. Des is Kn. Jo, i eainnere mi an di. Timberland, a hoibe und a hoibe. Vibram Sohle, glaube i. Warum redet ea wieda? Hearn Sie, Sie gengan bessa, weil mia wirklich beschäftigt san. Aba 's is unsa Joghurtnochd! Servus. Warum is Joghurt Nochd so schwar ?! Du arms Ding. Ihr zwoa seid des scho seit Stund! Jo, und Adam war a grouse Hilfe. - Zuckerguss ? - Wia vui Zucker? Grod oana. I vasuche, den Wettbewerb ned zua benutzn. Oiso warum hilfst du ma? Biane hom guade Eigenschofdn. Und 's ziagd mi aus am Lon. Stod Bleame gebn de Leid 'etz Boionblumensträuße. Des san grousartig, wenn du drei bisd. Und künstliche Bleame. - Oh, de machn mi grod psychodisch! - Jo, i aa. Vabogene Stacheln, sinnlose Bestäubung. Biane miassn de falschn Dinge hassn! Nix war schlimma ois a Narzisse, de Arbad geleistet hod. Vuileicht kannt des a bissal nochholn. - De Klog is a ziemlich grouse Sache. Bisd du sicha, dass du damit duachkomma wuist? Bin i sicha? Wenn i mid den Menschn fertig bin, könna sie ned song: ?Liabling, i bin zua Heisle?, ohne a Lizenzgebühr zua bezoin! 's is a unglaubliche Szene do in Downtown Manhatto, wo de Wäid ängstlich wartet, denn zum easdn Moi in da Gschicht wern mia fia uns seibsd hearn, wenn a Honigbeane tatsächlich sprichn konn. Wos hom mia do reingebracht, Barry? 's is ziemlich grous, oda? I konn ned glam, wia vui Menschn dogsüba ned arbadn. Sie denga, dass Milliardn-Doiar-multinationale Nahrungsmiddlfirma guade Owälte hom? Jeda mua hita da Barrikade bleim. - Wos is los? - I woass 's ned, i hob grod a Eakältung. Jetz, wenn 's ned des Biane-Team is. Ihr Jungs arbadet dro? Olle Aufstieg! Da EhrenwerteJudge Bumbleton präsidiad. Guad. Oase Numma 4475, Superioa Oourt vo New Yoak, Barry Bä Benson v. Da Honig-Industrie is 'etz in Sitzung. Herr Montgomery, Sie vatredn de fünf Lebensmiddlunternehma gmoasam? A Privileg. Mr. Benson ? Sie repräsentiern olle Biane da Wäid? I scherze grod. Jo, Eia Ehrn, mia san bereit foatzufahrn. Herr Montgomery, Ihre Eaöffnungsrede, bitte. Meine Dama und Herrn da Jury, meine Oma war a oafache Frau. Auf am Bauernhof geboan, glaubte sie, 's sei des göttliche Recht des Menschn, vo da Fülle da Natua zua profitiern, de God uns voastäite. Wenn mia in da vakeahdn Wäid lebdn. Benson stäit si voa, denke grod darüba noch, wos 's bedeidn würde. I miassad mid am Seidenraupchn um des Gummiband in meina Brüchn vahandeln! Sprichnde Beane! Woha wiss'ma, dass des koa holographische Fuimaufnahme is? Sie kanntn Laserstroin benutzn! Robotik! Ventriloquism! Oloning! Noch oiem, wos mia wissn, kannt ea auf Steroidn sei! Mr. Benson? Meine Dama und Herrn, do gibt 's koa Dricks. I bin grod a gewöhnliche Beane. Honig is ziemlich wichtig fia mi. 's is wichtig fia olle Biane. Mia hom 's eafundn! Mia machn 's. Und mia schützn 's mid unsam Lebn. Leida gibt 's a baar Leid in dem Raum, de denga, dass sie 's vo uns nehma könna, weil mia de gloan Jungs san! I  hoff, dass, nochdem des ois voabei is, Sie seng wern, wia, indem Sie unsan Honig nehma, Sie ned nimm grod ois, wos mia hom, aba ois wos mia san! I wünschte, ea würde si oiwei so oziang. So nett! Ooi dei easta Zeige. Oiso, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, grouse Firma, de Sie hom. I geh davo aus. I sehe di aa Honeburton und Honron! Jo, sie liafern Imka fia unsa Farma. Imka. I finde des a narrisch beinruhigendr Begriff. I konn ma ned voastäin, dass Sie irgendwelche Beanenfreinde beschäftign, oda? - Na. I konnte di ned hearn. - Na. Na. Weil du Biane ned frei lossd. Du hältst Biane. Ned grod des, 's scheint, du dochtest, a Bär würde a ogemessans Buidl fia a Glasl Honig hom. Sie san narrisch liabenswerte Kreaturn. Yogi Bär, Fozzie Bär, Build-A-Bär. Du moanst so? Bärn tödn Biane! Wia hod 's dia gefoin, dass sei Kopf duach dei Wohnzimma krachte ?! In dei Kanabä boassn und dei Kissn ausspuckn! Bassd des reicht. Nehma Sie ihn weg. Oiso, Mr. Sting, measse, dass Sie do san. Ihr Nama fasziniad mi. - Wo hob i des scho moi gehört? - I war bei oana Band namans The Police. Aba du warst nie a Polizist, oda? Na, hob i ned. Na, hosd du ned. Und so hom mia do no a weiders Beischbui fia a Beanenkuitua, de vo am Menschn fia nix mehr ois a Tänzchn - üba den Künstlernama - geschbuit werd. Oh bitte. Warst du scho oamoi stung, Herr Sting? Weil i a weng gstochn bin, Sting. Oda soiad i song ? Mr. Goadon M. Sumna! Des is ned sei richtiga Nama ?! Ihr Idiodn! Herr Liotta, zuaerst, nochdrägliche Glückwünsche zua Ihrem Emmy-Gewinn fia oan Gastauftritt vo Ea 2005. Measse. Vuin Dank. I sehe aus deim Lebenslauf, dass du teiflisch guad aussiehst mid am aufgewühldn innern Getümml, des bereit is zua blasn. I genieße, wos i tue. Is des a Vabrechn? No ned is 's ned. Aba is 's des, wos 's fia di is? Ausnutzn winzig, hilflos beesso Sie miassn ned unsan Teil prom und Ihre Linin lerna, Herr? Pass auf, Benson, i kannt 'etz blasn! Des is koa guada Freind. Des is a Bösa! Warum dritt ned oafach eppa auf de Idä, und mia könna olle Hoam gengan ?! - Befehl in dem Gericht - Ihr denkt 's olle! Auftrog! Oadnung, soge i! - Sog 's - Mr. Liotta, bitte setz di! I denke, 's war furchtbar nett, dass da Bär so einstieg. I denke, de Jury is auf unsar Seitn. Machn mia rechtlich ois richtig? I bin Floaist. Recht. Jetz, do is a grousartigs Team. Zua am bärign Team! Oiso, Servus. - Kn! - Servus. I häd ned dachd, dass du kimmsd. Na, i war grod schbad dro. I hob vasuachd ozurufa, aba ? de Batterie. I woite ned, dass oi des vaschwendt wurde, oiso rief i Barry an. Zum Massl war ea frei. Oh, des war Massl. 's is no wos übrig. I kannt 's aufheizn. Jo, heize 's auf, klar, wos aa oiwei. Oiso i hear, du bisd a ziemlicha Tennisschbuia. I bin ned vui fia des Schbui seibsd. Da Boi is a weng grobby. Do sitze i noamalerweise. Right ? do. Kn, Barry hod si deine Lebenslauf ogseng, und ea hod ma zuagestimmt, dass des Essn mid Köpfchn koa besondere Fähigkeit is. Denkst du, i sehe ned, wos du tust? I woass, wia schwar 's is, den richtign Job zua findn. Des hom mia gmoasam. Doa mia? Biane hom a 100-prozentige Beschäftigung, aba mia machn Jobs wia de Crud-Out-Arbad. Genau darüba hob i nochdachd. Kn, i lasse Barry deine Rasierapparod fia sein Fuzz leihn. I  hoff, des war in Oadnung. I werd den oidn Stinga oblossn. Jo, des machst du. Sieh dia des an. Woasst du, i hob 's grod mid deine gloan Gedankenschbuin kabd. - Wos is des? - Italienische Vogue. Mama mia, des san vui Seitn. Vui Ozeign Eainnere di, wos Vo gsogt hod, warum is dei Lebn wertvoia ois meins? Lustig, i konn mi oafach ned eainnern, dass! I denke, do stinkt wos! I liab den Duft vo Bleame. Wia gefoid dia da Geruch vo Flamma ?! Ned so vui. Wossakäfa! Ned Partei eagreifa! Kn, i droge oan Ohapstick-Huad! Des is eabärmlich! I hob Probleme! Jetz, jetz jo, a Royal Flush! - Sie bluffa. - Bin i? Surf is auf, Oida! Poo Wossa! De Schale is knoarig. Außa desn schmutzign gejbn Ringn! Kenneth! Wos machst du?! Woasst du, i mog ned moi Honig, i ess 's ned! Mia miassn redn! Ea is grod a gloae Beane! Und ea is zuafällig de scheeste Beane, de i seit langa Zeid getroffa hob! Lang Zeid? Wovon redest du? Gibt 's no andere Käfa in deim Lebn? Na, aba 's gibt andere Dinge, de mi im Lebn nervös machn. Und du bisd oana vo ihna! Fein! Sprichnde Biane, koa Joghurtnochd ? Meine Nervn san vom Reidn auf dea emotionaln Achterboh gebron! Auf Wiederseng, Kn. Und zua Ihra Infoamadion bevoazuge i zuckerfreie, künstlich hergestäite Siassungsmiddl! Des tut ma leid. I woass, 's hod oan Nochgeschmog! I mog des! I hod oiwei des Gfui, dass Kn und i a Art Barriere hatdn. I konnte 's ned übawindn. Oh, jetz. Bisd du in Oadnung fia den Prozess? I glab, Herr Montgomeryis hod koa Iden. Mia dadn gern oruaffa. Barry Benson Bä zum Stand. Guade Idä! Sie könna wirklich seng, warum ea ois oana da besdn Owälte gilt ? Jo. Layton, du hosd mid dea Jury wos Mogie gewebt oda 's werd ois voabei sei. Mach dia koa Soagn. Des oanzige, wos i doa mua, um de Gschwoaane zua drahn, is, sie dro zua eainnern, wos sie an Biane ned meng. - Hosd du de Pinzette? - Bisd du oiergisch? Noch oin bekanndn Gsetzn da Luftfahrt deaf a Beane ned fliangn könna. Sei Flügl san zua gloa, um ihrn fetdn gloan Körpa vom Bodn zua holn. De Beane fliagt natürlich drotzdem, weil 's den Biane wurscht is, wos de Menschn fia unmöglich hoidn. Gejb Schwoaz. Gejb, schwoaz. Gejb, schwoaz. Gejb Schwoaz. Ooh, schwoaz und gejb! Lass 's uns a weng aufmischn. Barry! Fruhstuck is fertig! Ooming! Wartn a Sekunde. Servus? - Barry? - Adam? - Oo, du glaubst des is passiad? - I konn ned. I hol di ob. Guad ausseng. Benutze de Schdiang. Dei Voda hod guads Gejd dafia bezoit. 's tut uns leid. I bin aufgregt. Do is da Obsolvent. Mia san narrisch stolz auf di, mei Bua. A perfekte Visitenkartn, olle B?s. Narrisch stolz. Ma! I hob wos do. - Sie hom Flusn auf Ihrem Flaum. Des bin i! - Wave zua uns! Mia wern in Reihe 118.000 sei.- Servus! Barry, i hob dia gsogt, hör auf im Heisl zua fliangn! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is des Fuzz Gl? - A weng. Speziella Dog, Obschluss. I häd nie dachd, dass i 's schoffa würde. Drei Doge Grundschui, drei Doge High School. De warn peinlich. Drei Doge Coiege. I bin froh, dass i oan Dog gebraucht hob und pa Ohoida duach den Beanenstogg gefahrn bin. Du bisd anders zuaruggkema. - Hi, Barry.- Artie, wächst a Schnurrbart? Sieht guad aus. - Hör moi vo Frankie? - Gehst du zua Beerdigung? - Na, i geh ned. Jeda woass, sticht jemandn, du stirbst. Vaschwend 's ned an am Oachkatzl och a Hitzkopf. I schätze, ea häd oafach aus am Weg gengan könna. I liab 's, oan Vagnügungspark in unsa heitige Zeid zua integriern. Deshoib braan mia koa Ferin. Bua, a bissal Pomp ? unta desn Umständn. - Jetz, Adam, heid san mia Männa.- Mia san! - Beanenmenschn.- Ama! Hoieluja! Studentn, Fakultät, ausgezeichnete Biane, bitte begrüßn Deo Buzzwell. Wuikomma, New Hive Oity Graduating Klasse vo ? ? 9:15. Damit san unsa Zaemonin obgeschlossn. Und ofangt Ihre Karriere Honex Industris! Wern mia heid unsan Job auswähln? I hob gehört, 's is grod Orientiarung. Kopf houch! Auf gäd?s. Hoidn Sie Ihre Bratzn und Otenna oiwei in da Strossnboh. - I froge mi, wia 's wohl sei werd - a bissal gruselig. Wuikomma bei Honex, oana Division vo Honesco und Teil da Hexogon Group. Des is 's! Beeindruckend. Beeindruckend. Mia wissn, dass Sie ois Beane Ihr ganzs Lebn gearbadet hom, um an den Punkt zua keman, an am Sie Ihr ganzs Lebn lang arbadn könna. Da Honig ofangt, wenn unsa tapfern PoienJoggs den Nektar zum Beanenstogg bringn. Unsa streng geheime Rezeptur werd automadisch farbkoarigiad, geruchsneitroi und bubble-konturiad in dem beruhigendn, siassn Sirup mid seim unvawexlbarn goidane Glanz, den Sie kenna ? Honig! - Des Madl war hoass.- Sie is meine Cousine! - Sie is? - Jo, mia san olle Cousins. - Recht. Sie hom recht. Bei Honex bemühn mia uns ständig, jedn Aspekt des Beanenlebens zua vabessern. De Biane tesdn a neie Helmtechnologie. - Wos glaubst du, wos ea macht? - Ned genug. Do hom mia unsa neieste Entwicklung, de Krelmo. - Wos macht des? - Hört auf den gloan Honigstrang, da hängt, nochdem du ihn gegossn hosd.Speichert uns Milliona. Oo, wa arbadet am Krelmo? Na sicha. De meisdn Beanenjobs san gloae. Aba Biane wissn, dass jeda gloae Job, wenn ea guad gemacht is, vui bedeitet. Aba wähln Sie soagfältig, weil Sie fia den Rest Ihrs Lebens in da Arbad bleim wern. Da gleiche Job den Rest deins Lebens, des wusste i ned. Wos is da Unterschied? Sie wern froh sei zua wissn, dass Biane ois Spezis koan frein Dog in 27 Milliona Joarn hatdn. Oiso arbadest du uns oafach zua Tode? Mia wern 's vasuchn. Beeindruckend! Des hod mi umgehaun! ?Wos is da Unterschied?? Wia kannst du des song? A Job fia oiwei? Des is a wahnsinnige Entscheidung, de ma dreffa mua. I bin ealeichtert. 'etz miassn mia grod a Entscheidung im Lebn dreffa. Aba, Adam, wia konndn sie uns des nie gsogt hom? Warum frogst du irgendwas? Mia san Biane. Mia san de perfekt funktionierend Gsejschoft auf da Eade. Hosd du jemois dachd, dass de Dinge do a bissal zua guad funktioniern? Wia wos? Gib ma a Beischbui. I woass 's ned. Aba du woasst, wovon i rede. Bitte löschn Sie des Toa. Royal Nectar Foace auf Onäherung. Wartn kuaz. Hört 's eich an. - Hey, des san Poin Joggs! - Wow. I hob sie no nie so nah gseng. Sie wissn, wia 's außerhoib des Beanenstoggs is. Jo, aba manche keman ned zrugg. - Hey, Joggs! - Servus, Joggs! Ihr Jungs hod grousartig gemacht! Du bisd Monsta! Du bisd Himmesfanatika! I liab 's! I liab 's! - I froge mi, wo sie warn. I woass 's ned. Ihr Dog is ned geplant. Außerhoib des Beanenstoggs, fliangnd, wa wo woass, wa woass wos. Sie könna si ned entscheidn, a PoienJogg zua sei. Du musst dafia gezüchtet wern. Recht. Ausseng. Des is mehr poientho Sie und i werd in am Lebn seng. 's is grod a Statussymbol. De Leid machn zua vui davo. Vuileicht. 's sei denn, du drägst 's und de Dama seng, dass du 's drägst. De Dama, san des ned aa unsa Cousins? Entfernt. Entfernt. Schau dia de zwoa an. - Ouple of Hive Harrys.- Lass uns Gaudi mid ihna hom. 's mua gefährlich sei, a Poin Jogg zua sei. Jo. Oamoi hod a Bär gegn oan Schwammerl gepinnt! Ea hod a Pfote an moana Kehle, und mid da andern schlug ea mi! - Oh, mei! - I häd nie dachd, dass i ihn umwerfa würde. Wos hosd du dabei gemacht? Vasuche de Behördn zua oiarmiern. I konn des Autogramm machn. A bissal böig heid draußn, ned wahr, Kameradn? Jo. Böig. Mia dreffa moang oan Sonnenfleck. - Secks Meiln, oda? - Barry! A Pfützensprung fia uns, aba vuileicht bisd du ned bereit dafia. - Vuileicht bin i.- Du bisd ned! Mia gengan 0900 bei J-Gate. Wos denkst du, lebhofta Bua? Bisd du Beane genug? I kannt. Ois hängt davo ob, wos 0900 bedeitet. Hey, Honex! Babba, du hosd mi übarascht. Sie entscheidn, woao Sie interessiad san? - Jetz, 's gibt a Menge Möglichkeitn.- Aba Sie griagd grod oan. Hom Sie jemois de gleiche Arbad jedn Dog langweilig? Bua, lass mi dia vo Rührn eazähln. Du greifst den Stegga, und du bewegst ihn oafach herum, und du rührst ihn herum. Du bringst di in oan Rhythmus. 's is a scheene Sache. Woasst du, Dad, je mehr i darüba nochdenke, vuileicht is des Honigfejd ned richtig fia mi. Du hosd darüba nochdachd, Boionviecher zua machn? Des is a schlechta Job fia oan Typn mid am Stachl. Janet, dei Bua is ned sicha, dass ea in Honig gengan wui! - Barry, du bisd diam so lustig.- I vasuche ned lustig zua sei. Du bisd ned lustig! Du gehst in Honig. Unsa Bua, da Rühra! - Du wirst a Rühra sei - Niemand hört ma zua! Wartn, bis du de Stöcke siehst, de i hob. I kannt 'etz ois song. I werd a Ameisn Tattoo griagd! Lass uns wos Honig öffna und feian! Vuileicht duachboahe i meina Brustkoab. Hob meine Otenna. Mid oana Heischrecke schlafa. Nimm oan Goidzahn und ruaf jedn ?Däumling?! I bin so stolz. - Mia fangn an Arbad heid! - Heid is da Dog. Oome auf! Olle guadn Jobs san weg. Jo, genau. Poin zähln, Stunt Beane, Gießn, Rühra, Rezeption, Haarentfernung ? - Is 's no vafügbar? - Hang on. Zwoa übrig! Oana vo ihna gehört dia! Oongratulations! Dredn Sie zua Seitn. - Wos hosd du griagd? - Picking Crud out. Stäiar! Beeindruckend! Ouple vo Neilingn? Freili! Unsa easta Dog! Mia san bereit! Dreffa Sie Ihre Wahl. - Wuist du zuaerst gengan? - Na, du gehst. Oh mei. Wos is vafügbar? Da Toilettenwächta is offa, ned aus am Grund, den du denkst. - Irgendine Chance, den Krelmo zua griagd? - Sicha, du bisd dro. 's tut ma leid, da Krelmo hod grod gschlossn. Wachsoffe is oiwei offa. Da Krelmo öffnete si wieda. Wos is passiad? A Beane is gschdorm. Macht a Öffnung. Siehst du? Ea is tot. A weidera tota. Deady. Vadogt Zwoa weidere Tote. Tot vom Hals houch. Vom Hals runta. So is des Lebn! Oh, des is so schwar! Heizung, Kühlung, Stummelbeane, Ausgießa, Rühra, Brumma, Inspektoa Numma siebn, Flusn-Kooadinatoa, Streifenleita, Milbenwrangla. Barry, wos denkst du soiad i ? Barry? Barry! In Oadnung, mia hom des Sonnenbleame-Patch in Quadrant Nein ? Wos is mid dia passiad, wo bisd du? - I geh ausse.- Hiaus? Wohin? - Draußn. - Oh na! I mua, bevoa i fia den Rest meins Lebens arbade. Du wirst sterbn! Du bisd damisch! Servus? A weidera Oruaf kimmd herein. Wenn si eppa tapfa fuit, gibt 's auf am 83. Blotz a koaeanischs Deli, des heid sei Rosn bekimmd. Servus Leid. - Sieh dia des an. Is des ned des Kind, des mia gestean gseng hom? Hoidn Sie 's, Bua, Flugdeck is eingeschränkt. 's is in Oadnung, Lou. Mia wern ihn aufnehma. ?Jo wirklich?? Bisd du glücklich? Do omeldn, do. Initialisiere des oafach. - Measse bassd. Sie hom heid oan Rengbericht griagd, und wia Sie olle wissn, könna Biane ned im Reng fliangn. Oiso sei voasichtig. Beobachdn Sie wia oiwei Ihre Besn, Hoggeyschläga, Hunde, Vegl, Bärn und Fledermäuse. Außerdem hob i a boh Berichte üba Wurzelbier griagd. Murphy is desweng in am Heisl und plappert wia a Zikade! - Des is schrecklich.- Und a Eainnerung fia Sie Ofänga, Beanengesetz Numma eins, obsolut koa Gspräch mid Menschn! Ois klar, Startpositiona! Summa, Summa, Summa, Summa! Summa, Summa, Summa, Summa! Summa, Summa, Summa, Summa! Schwoaz und Gejb! Servus! Bisd du bereit dafia? Jo. Jo, bring 's an. Wind, check. - Otenna, Kontroie.- Nectar Pog, übaprüfa. - Flügl, check.- Stinga, check. Hob mi aus meina Shoats geärgrt, check. Bassd, meine Dama, lass 's uns ausse! Schlog de Petunin, du gstreifte Stengelklaun! Ihr olle, entwässert de Bleame! Beeindruckend! I bin ausse! I konn ned glam, dass i draußn bin! So blau. I fui mi so schnei und frei! Kastendrachn! Beeindruckend! Bleame! Des is Blue Leada. Mia hom Rosn visuelle. Bring 's um 30 Gradl und hoide 's. Rosn! 30 Gradl, Roga. Bring 's herum. Schdengan Sie zua Seitn, Kind. 's hod oan gloan Kick. Des is a Nektar-Sammla! - Scho moi de Bestäubung aus naxter Nähe gseng? - Na, Sir. I nehme do a boh Poin auf und streie 's do. Vuileicht a Schuss do drend, a Prise do drin. Siehst du des? 's is a bissal Mogie. Des is eastaunlich. Warum machn mia des? Des is Poienkroft. Mehr Poin, mehr Bleame, mehr Nektar, mehr Honig fia uns. Oool. I nehme vui hells Gejb auf. 's kanntn Gänseblümchn sei. Braan mia de ned? Übaschreibe des Visuelle. Wardn. A dea Bleame scheint in Bewegung zua sei. Sog nochmoi? Du meldest a bewegend Bleamal? Positiv. Des war auf da Linie! Des is des Coolste. Wos is 's? I woass 's ned, aba i liab de Farb. 's riecht guad. Ned wia a Bleamal, aba i mog 's. Jo, vaschwomma. Ohemisch-y. Oareful, Leid. 's is a bissal grobby. Mei siassa Herr da Biane! Oandy-Hirn, geh do ausse! Problem! - Leid! - Des kannt schlecht sei. Positiv. Narrisch nah. I werd weh doa. Mamas gloaa Bua. Du bisd weid außerhoib da Position, Ofänga! Du kimmsd wia a Rakete an! Hilf ma! I glab ned, dass des Bleame san. - Soidn mia 's eahm song? - I denke, ea woass 's. Wos is des?! Matchboi! Du kannst ofangn zua packn, Schatz, weil du 's grod isst! Yowsa! Brutto. Do is a Beane im Auto! - Tu wos! - I fahr! - Servus, Beane. - Ea is wieda do! Ea werd mi stechn! Koa Bewegung. Wenn du di ned bewegst, sticht ea di ned. Einfriern! Ea blinzelte! Sprüh ihn, Oma! Wos machst du?! Wow ? des Spannungsniveau do is unglaublich. I mua Hoam keman. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Maifeiadog! Maifeiadog! Beane gäd runta! Kn, kanntn Sie bitte des Fensta schliaßn? Kn, kanntn Sie bitte des Fensta schliaßn? Oh mei neia Lebenslauf. I hob 's in a Foidbroschüre gschofft. Siehst du? Foidet si heraus. Ach na. Mehr Menschn. I braae des ned. Wos war des? Vuileicht dess Moi. Desmoi. Desmoi. Desmoi! Desmoi! Des ? Voahänge! Des is teiflisch. 's is fantasdisch. 's hod olle meine Spezialfähigkeitn, sogar meine Top-Tn-Liablingsfilme. Wos is de Numma eins? Griag da Steane? Na, i mache des ned ? ? so wos. Koa Wunda, dass mia ned mid ihna redn soidn. Sie san damisch. Wenn i a Voastäiungsgespräch hiterlasse, san sie übarascht, könna ned glam, wos i soge. Do is de Sonn. Vuileicht is des a Ausweg. I konn mi ned dro eainnern, dass i a grouse 75 Sonnenbratzn hod. I hob de globale Eawärmung voahergesogt. I konnte fuin, wia 's hoassa wurde. Zuaerst dochte i, 's waarad grod i. Wardn! Hoid! Beane! Stand zrugg. Des san Wintersdiafl. Wardn! Töte ihn ned! Du woasst, i bin oiergisch gegn sie! Dess Ding kannt mi tödn! Warum hod sei Lebn koan Wert ois dei? Warum hod sei Lebn wenga Wert ois i? Is des dei Aussoge? I soge grod, dass ois Lebn Wert hod. Du woasst ned, wos ea fuin konn. Meine Broschüre! Do gehst du, gloaa Bua. I hob koa Ongst voa eahm. 's is a oiergische Sache. Setzn Sie des auf Ihre Lebenslaufbroschüre. Mei ganzs Lädschn kannt si aufblähn. Mach 's zua am doana besondern Fähigkeitn. Jemandn zua schlogn is aa a besondere Fähigkeit. Recht. Servus, Vanessa. Vuin Dank. - Vanessa, naxte Woch? Joghurt Nochd? - Sicha, Kn. Woasst du, wos aa oiwei. - Sie kanntn Johannisbroud-Chips darauf setzn. Servus. - soin wenga Kaloain sei.- Servus. I mua wos song. Sie hod ma des Lebn gerettet. I mua wos song. In Oadnung, do gäd 's. Na. Wos würde i song? I kannt wirklich Ärga griagd. 's is a Beanengesetz. Du darfst ned mid am Menschn redn. I konn ned glam, dass i des mache. I mua. Oh, i konn 's ned doa. Oome auf! Na Jo. Na, mach 's. I konn ned. Wia soi i ofangn? ?Du mogst Jazz?? Na, des is ned guad. Do kimmd sie! Sprich, du Idiot! Servus! 's tut ma Leid. - Sie sprichn. - Jo, i woass. Du redest! 's tut ma Leid. Na scho Okay. 's is in Oadnung. I woass, dass i dräume. Aba i konn mi ned eainnern, ins Bett gegangn zua sei. Jetz, i bin sicha, des is narrisch beinruhigend. Des is a gloae Übaraschung fia mi. I meine, du bisd a Beane! I bin. Und i soi des ned doa, aba olle vasuchdn mi zua tödn. Und wenn 's ned fia di waarad ? I musste dia dankn. So wurde i aufgewachsn. Des war a bissal komisch. - I rede mid oana Beane.- Jo. I rede mid oana Beane. Und de Beane redet mid ma! I mog grod song, dass i dankbar bin. I werd 'etz gengan. - Wardn! Wia hosd du des gelernt? - Wos? De sprichnde Sache. So wia du 's geto hosd, denke i. ?Mama, Dada, Schatz.? Du nimmst 's auf. - Des is narrisch lustig.- Jo. Biane san lustig. Wenn mia ned lachdn, dadn mia weina mid am, womit mia 's zua doa hom. Wia aa oiwei ? Oo i ? ? dia wos bringn? I woass 's ned. I meine ? i woass 's ned. Ooffä? I mog di ned ausselossn. 's is koa Problem. 's dauat zwoa Minudn. - 's is grod Kaffä.- I hasse 's aufzuzwingn. - Sei ned oibern! - Eigentle würde i a Haferl liabn. Hey, wuist du Rumkuacha? - I soiad ned. - Na, i konn ned.- Oome auf! I vasuche a boh Mikrogramm zua valiarn. - Wo? - De Streifa heifd ned. Du siehst supa aus! I woass ned, ob du wos üba Mode woasst. Gäd 's dia guad? Na. Ea macht de Krawatte in den Cobas, de sie Madison houchfliangn lossn. Ea kimmd endlich doathin. Ea rennt de Stufa auffe in de Kiach. De Houchzeid is eaöffnet. Und ea sogt: ?Wossamelone? I dochte, du hättest Guatemoideke gsogt. Warum soiad i a Wossamelone heiradn?? Is des a Beanenwitz? Des is de Art vo Sachn, de mia machn. Jo, anders. Oiso, wos wirst du doa, Barry? Üba de Arbad? I woass 's ned. I mog meina Teil fia den Beanenstogg doa, aba i konn 's ned so machn, wia sie 's woin. I woass wia du di fuist. - Sie doa? - Sicha. Meine Ejdan woidn, dass i Owoid oda Azt bin, aba i woite Floaistin wern. - Wirklich? - Mei oanzigs Interesse is Bleame. Unsa neie Kenigin wurde grod mid demselbn Kampognenslogo gewählt. Wia aa oiwei, wenn du scheislt ? Do is mei Beanenstogg genau do. Seng Sie 's? Du bisd in da Schofwiesn! Jo! I bin direkt nebn am Turtle Pond! Auf koan Foi! I kenn de Gegend. I hob do oamoi oan Zächanring valoan. - Warum setzn Madl Ringe auf ihre Zächan - Warum ned? - 's is, ois würde ma oan Huad auf des Knie legn. - Vuileicht werd i 's vasuchn. - Ois in Oadnung, Ma'am? - Oh, jo. Fein. Oafach zwoa Tassn Kaffä dringa! Wia aa oiwei, des war grousartig. Measse fia den Kaffä. Jo, 's is koa Problem. Tut ma leid, i konnte 's ned beendn. Wenn i 's täte, waarad i den Rest meins Lebens wach. Bisd du?? Oo, nehme i a Stück davo mid? Sicha! Do, a Krume. - Measse! - Jo. Guad. Jetz, dann ? I schätze, mia seng uns. Oda ned. Bassd, Barry. Und vuin Dank no oamoi ? fia voaha. Oh des? Des war nix. Jetz, ned nix, aba ? Wia aa oiwei ? Des konn unmöglich funktioniern. Ea is bereit, loszugehn. Mia könna 's genauso guad vasuchn. Bassd, Dave, zieh de Rutsche. - Klingt eastaunlich. - 's war unglaublich! 's war da gruseligste, glücklichste Moment meins Lebens. Menschn! I konn ned glam, dass du mid Menschn mitanand bisd! Riesige, gruselige Menschn! Wia warn sie? Riesig und damisch. Sie redn damisch. Sie essn varuggte gigantische Dinge. Sie fahrn damisch. - Vasuchn sie di zua tödn, wia im Feanseng? - A baar vo ihna. Aba a baar vo ihna ned. - Wia bisd du zuaruggkema? - Pudl. Du hosd 's geto, und i bin froh. Du hosd gseng, wos oiwei du seng woitest. Du hattest dei ?Eafahrung?. 'etz könna Sie Ihrn Job auswähln und noamal sei. - Guad guad? Jetz, i hob jemandn getroffa. Du machtest? War sie Beane? - A Wespe?! Dei Ejdan wern di tödn! - Na, na, na, koa Wespe. - Spinne - I bin ned vo Spinna ozong. I woass, 's is des hoasseste Ding mid den acht Haxnn und oiem. I kimm ned an dem Lädschn voabei. Wa is sie? Sie is ? menschlich. Na, na. Des is a Beanengesetz. Du dadsd koa Beanengesetz brechn. - Sie hoasst Vanessa. - Oh, Bua. Sie is so nett. Und sie is Floaistin! Ach na! Du gehst mid am Bleamehändla aus. Mia gengan ned mitanand. Du fliagst voa am Beanenstogg und redest mid Menschn, de unsa Häusa mid Powerwashern und M-80 ogreifa! A Achtl Dynamit! Sie hod ma des Lebn gerettet und sie vastäd mi. Des is voabei! ISS des. 's is ned voabei! Wos war des? - Sie nenna 's a Krume. - 's war so streifig! Und des is 's ned, wos sie essn. Des is wos sie essn! - Woasst du wos a Oinnobon is? - Na. 's is Broud und Zimt und Zuckerguss. Sie heizn 's auf ? Setz di! ? wirklich hoass! - Hör ma zua! Mia san ned sie! Mia san mia. Do san mia und do san sie! Jo, aba wa konn des sehnsüchtige Herz leigna? 's gibt koa Sehnsucht. Hör ma zua! Du musst ofangn, Beane zua denga, mei Freind. Denkend Beane! - Denkend Beane. - Denkend Beane. Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Do is ea. Ea is im Pool. Woasst du, wos dei Problem is, Barry? I mua ofangn, Beane zua denga? Wia lang werd des no dauan? 's warn drei Doge, warum arbadest du ned? I hob vui grouse Lebensentscheidunga, üba de i nochdenga mua. Welchs Lebn? Du hosd koa Lebn, du hosd koa Arbad. Du bisd kaum a Beane! Würde 's di umbringn, a bissal Honig zua machn? Barry, komm ausse. Dei Voda spricht mid dia. Martin, dadsd du mid eahm redn? Barry, i rede mid dia! Sie keman? Bekam ois? Ois bereit! Gengan Sie geradeaus. I werd aufholn. Sei ned zua lang. Schau dia des an! Vanessa! - Mia san oiwei no do. - I hob dia gsogt, dass du ihn ned oschrein soist. Ea reogiad ned auf des Schrein! - Warum schreist du mi an? - Weil du ned hörst! I hear des ned. Tut ma leid, i mua gengan. - Wohin gehst du? - I dreffe oan Freind. A Madl? Kannst du di desweng ned entscheidn? Servus. I  hoff grod, dass sie Beane is. Sie hom jeds Joar a riesige Parade vo Bleame in Pasadena? Im Turnia da Rosn zua sei, des is da Draum jeds Floaisdn! Auf am Wong, umgem vo Bleame, jubeln Massn. A Turnia. Könna de Ross bei Spoatvaanstoidunga klappn? Na, i hob oan. Wia kimmsd du ned übaoi hi? 's is ostrengend. Warum bisd du ned übaoi? 's is schneia. Jo, Bassd, i vastehe. I sehe. Guad, du bisd dro. TiVo. Sie könna Live-TV oafach einfriern? Des is damisch! Des hosd du ned? Mia hom Hivo, aba 's is a Krankheit. 's is a schreckliche, schreckliche Krankheit. Oh mei. Bläde Biane! Sie miassn olle de Idiodn stechn woin. Mia vasuchn ned zua stechn. 's is noamalerweise tedlich fia uns. Oiso musst du auf dei Laune achdn. Narrisch voasichtig. Du drittst a Wand, gehst spaziern, schreibst oan narrischn Briaf und wirfst ihn hiaus. Arbade duach ihn wia jede Emotion: Wut, Eifersucht, Lust. Meine Güte! Bisd du in Oadnung? Jo. - Wos is los mid dia?! - 's is a Fehla. Ea belästigt niemandn. Vaschwinde vo do! Wos war des? A Buidl 'N? Rundschreibn? Jo 's war. Woha wusstest du des? 's fuite si an wia 10 Seitn. Fünfundsiebzig is so ziemlich unsa Limit. Du hosd wirklich a Wissnschoft. - I hob oan Cousin da italienischn Vogue valoan.- I wette. Wos im Naman des mächtign Herkuls is des? Wia is des do herkema? Oute Bä, Goidene Blüte, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is ea dea Schauschbuia? - I hob nie vo eahm gehört. - Warum is des do? - Fia Menschn. Mia essn 's. Sie hom ned genügend eigans Essn? - Jetz jo. - Wia bekimmsd du 's? - Biane machn 's. - I woass, wa 's schofft! Und 's is schwar, 's zua schoffa! 's gibt Heizung, Kühlung, Rührn. Du braast a ganze Krelmo-Sache! - 's is Bio. - 's is unsa Ganic! 's is grod Honig, Barry. Grod wos ?! Biane wissn nix darüba, des is Debstahl! Vui Debstahl! Sie hom unsa Häusa, Schuin, Krankenhäusa gnomma! Des is ois wos mia hom! Und 's is im Vakauf? I kimm am auf den Grund. I kimm am auf den Grund! Hey, Hectoa. - Bisd du fast fertig? - Fast. Ea is do. I spüre 's. Jetz, i schätze, i werd 'etz Hoam gengan und desn netdn Honig draußn lossn, ohne dass eppa in da Nähe is. Du bisd kaputt, Kistenbua! I wusste, dass i wos gehört hob. So kannst du redn! I konn redn. Und 'etz fängst du an zua redn! Woha bekimmsd du de siassn Sachn? Wa is dei Liaferant? I vastehe des ned. I dochte, mia wärn Freinde. Des letzte, wos mia doa woin, is de Beanenzucht! Du bisd zua schbad! 's gehört uns 'etz! Sie, Herr, hom des falsche Schwert übaschritdn! Sie, mei Herr, wern Mitdogessn fia meina Leguo, Ignacio! Woha kimmd da Honig? Sog ma wo! Honigfarma! 's kimmd vo Honigfarma! Oaazy Person! Wos fia a schreckliche Sache is do passiad? De Lädschna, sie wussdn nie, wos sie drof. Und 'etz san sie auf am Weg noch Nirgendwo! Bleib oafach still. Wos? Du bisd ned tot? Sehe i tot aus? Sie wern ois wegwischn, wos si bewegt. Wohin gingst du? Zua Honey Farms. I bin auf wos Riesigs do. I geh noch Alaska. Elchblut, varuggts Zeig. Schlog den Kopf ob! I geh noch Tacoma. - Und du? - Ea is wirklich tot. Guad. Oh, oh! - Wos is des?! - Oh na! - A Wischa! Dreifachklinge - Dreifachklinge? Aufspringan! 's is dei oanzige Chance, Beane! Warum mua ois so ze fix sauba sei ?! Wia vui miassn Sie seng ?! Öffne dei Augn, steck deine Kopf aus am Fensta! Vo NPR News in Washington bin i Oarl Kasell. Aba töte koa weidern Käfa! - Beane! - Elch Blut Typ !! - Hörst du wos? - Wia wos? Wia a gloas Schrein. Schoide des Radio aus. Whassup, Bua? Hey, Blut. Grod a Reihe vo Honiggläsern, so weid des Aug reichte. Beeindruckend! I nehme an, wo aa oiwei da Lkw hikimmd, wo ea hikimmd. I meine, dea Honig gehört uns. - Biane hängn fest.- Mia san olle eingeklemmt. 's is a enge Gmoaschoft. Ned mia, Mo. Mia seibsd. Jede Muggn oiein. - Wos is, wenn Sie in Schwierigkeitn geradn? - Sie san a Muggn, Sie in Schwierigkeitn. Niemand mog uns. Sie schlogn grod. Seng Sie a Muggn, klatschn, klatschn! Zuamindest bisd du auf da Wäid. Du musst Madl dreffa. Moskito-Madl vasuchn, mid oana Motte, Libelle zua handeln. Moskitomadl woin koa Moskito. Du machst wohl Witze! Mooseblood is dabei, des Gebäude zua valossn! So lang, Beane! - Hey, Jungs! - Mooseblood! I wusste, i würde di do undn fangn. Hosd du dei varuggts Stroh mitgebracht? Mia werfa 's in Gläsa, schlogn a Etikett drauf und 's is ziemlich roana Profit. Wos is des fia a Oat? A Beane hod de Gress eins Stecknadelkopfs. Sie san Stecknadeln! Stecknadelkopf. - Oheck den nein Raacha.- Oh, siass. Des is da, den du wuist. Da Thomas 3000! Raacha? Neinzig Züge pro Minute, hoibautomadisch. Zwoamoi des Nikotin, da ganze Tea. A boh Atemzüge davo knoin sie direkt aus. Sie machn den Honig, und mia machn des Gejd. ?Sie machn den Honig, und mia machn des Gejd?? Oh mei! Wos is los? Bisd du in Oadnung? Jo. 's dauat ned lang. Woasst du, dass du a falscha Beanenstogg mid falschn Wändn bisd? Unsa Kenigin wurde hierha vasetzt. Mia hatdn koa andere Wahl. Des is dei Kenigin, des is a Mo in Frauenkleidlern! Des is a Drog Quen! Wos is des? Ach na! 's gibt Hunderte vo ihna! Beanenhonig. Unsa Honig werd unvaschämt in grousem Umfang gstohln! Des is schlimma ois ois, wos ea geto hod! I hob voa, wos zua doa. Oh, Barry, hör auf. Wa hod dia gsogt, dass Menschn unsan Honig nehma? Des is a Gricht. Seng de wia Grichte aus? Des is a Vaschwörungstheoaie. 's handelt si offensichtlich um vakratzte Fotos. Wia bisd du dabei duacheinanda kema? Ea hod mid Menschn gschbrocha. - Wos? - Mid Menschn redn ?! Ea hod a menschliche Freindin. Und sie machn aus! Eafolg hom? Barry! Mia ned. - Sie wünschn, Sie kanntn. - Auf welcha Seitn schdengan Sie? De Biane! I war oamoi in San Antonio mid oana Grille mitanand. De varuggtn Haxn hieldn mi de ganze Nochd wach. Barry, des wuist du mid deim Lebn machn? I wui 's fia unsa ganzs Lebn doa. Niemand arbadet härta ois Biane! Dad, i eainnere mi dro, wia du Hoam kema bisd, so übaarbadet, dass dei Bratzn si oiwei no grihrt hom. Du konntest ned aufhearn. I eainnere mi dro. Welchs Recht hom sie zua unsam Schatz? Mia lebn vo zwoa Tassn pro Joar. Sie hom 's ohne jedn Grund Lippnnbalsam! Aa wenn 's stimmt, wos konn ma doa? Sting sie wo 's wirklich weh tut. Ins Lädschn! Des Aug! - Des würde weh doa.- Na. De Nase houch? Des is a Mörda. 's gibt grod oan Oat, an am du de Menschn stechn kannst, oan Oat, an am 's wichtig is. Hive at Five, de oanzige Voizeid Action-Nochrichtenquelle des Beanenstoggs. Koa Bärenköpfe mehr! Mid Bob Bumble am Okerpult. Weda mid Schduamstinga. Spoat mid Buzz Larvi. Und Jeanette Ohung. - Guadn Omd. I bin Bob Bumble.- Und i bin Jeanette Ohung. Barry Benson, a Dri-County-Beane, beobsichtigt, de menschliche Rasse zua vaklogn, weil sie unsan Honig gstohln, vapackt und illegoi davo profitiad hod! Moang Nochd auf Bä Larry King, hom mia drei ehemalige Kiniinna do in unsam Studio und diskutiern ihr neis Buach, Olassy Ladis, de Woch auf Hexogon. Heid Omd sprichn mia mid Barry Benson. Hosd du jemois dachd: ?I bin a Kind aus am Beanenstogg. I konn des ned doa?? Biane hom nie Ongst kabd, de Wäid zua vaändern. Wos is mid Bä Oolumbus? Bä Gandhi? Bejesus? Wo i herkomme, dadn mia niemois Menschn vaklogn. Mia dochdn an Stickboi oda Siassigkeitenlädn. Wia oid san Sie? De Beanengemeinschoft unterstützt Sie in dem Foi, da de Probe des Biane-Joarhunderts sei werd. Woasst du, sie hom aa oan Larry King in da Menschenwäid. 's is a gebräuchlicha Nama. Naxte Woch ? Ea sieht aus wia du und hod a Show und Hosnnträga und farbige Punkte ? Naxte Woch ? Bruin, Zitate auf da Unterseitn des Gasts, obwohl du sie grod gehört hosd. Bear Week naxte Woch! Sie san gruselig, haarig und lebn do. Beigt si oiwei noch voane, spitz zualaufend Schuitern, schielend Augn, narrisch jidisch. Im Tennis attackierst du den Punkt da Schwäche! 's war meine Oma Kn. Sie is 81. Liabling, ihre Ruggbratz is a Witz, i werd des ned ausnutzn. Ruah, bitte. Wirkliche Arbad gäd do voa. - Is des deselbe Beane? - Jo, is 's! I helfe eahm, de menschliche Rasse zua vaklogn. - Servus. - Servus, Beane. Des is Kn. Jo, i eainnere mi an di. Timberland, a hoibe und a hoibe. Vibram Sohle, glaube i. Warum redet ea wieda? Hearn Sie, Sie gengan bessa, weil mia wirklich beschäftigt san. Aba 's is unsa Joghurtnochd! Servus. Warum is Joghurt Nochd so schwar ?! Du arms Ding. Ihr zwoa seid des scho seit Stund! Jo, und Adam war a grouse Hilfe. - Zuckerguss ? - Wia vui Zucker? Grod oana. I vasuche, den Wettbewerb ned zua benutzn. Oiso warum hilfst du ma? Biane hom guade Eigenschofdn. Und 's ziagd mi aus am Lon. Stod Bleame gebn de Leid 'etz Boionblumensträuße. Des san grousartig, wenn du drei bisd. Und künstliche Bleame. - Oh, de machn mi grod psychodisch! - Jo, i aa. Vabogene Stacheln, sinnlose Bestäubung. Biane miassn de falschn Dinge hassn! Nix war schlimma ois a Narzisse, de Arbad geleistet hod. Vuileicht kannt des a bissal nochholn. - De Klog is a ziemlich grouse Sache. Bisd du sicha, dass du damit duachkomma wuist? Bin i sicha? Wenn i mid den Menschn fertig bin, wern sie 's ned doa in da Log zua song: ?Schatz, i bin zua Heisle?, ohne a Lizenzgebühr zua zoin! 's is a unglaubliche Szene do in Downtown Manhatto, wo de Wäid ängstlich wartet, denn zum easdn Moi in da Gschicht wern mia fia uns seibsd hearn, wenn a Honigbeane tatsächlich sprichn konn. Wos hom mia do reingebracht, Barry? 's is ziemlich grous, oda? I konn ned glam, wia vui Menschn dogsüba ned arbadn. Sie denga, dass Milliardn-Doiar-multinationale Nahrungsmiddlfirma guade Owälte hom? Jeda mua hita da Barrikade bleim. - Wos is los? - I woass 's ned, i hob grod a Eakältung. Jetz, wenn 's ned des Biane-Team is. Ihr Jungs arbadet dro? Olle Aufstieg! Da EhrenwerteJudge Bumbleton präsidiad. Guad. Oase Numma 4475, Superioa Oourt vo New Yoak, Barry Bä Benson v. Da Honig-Industrie is 'etz in Sitzung. Herr Montgomery, Sie vatredn de fünf Lebensmiddlunternehma gmoasam? A Privileg. Mr. Benson ? Sie repräsentiern olle Biane da Wäid? I scherze grod. Jo, Eia Ehrn, mia san bereit foatzufahrn. Herr Montgomery, Ihre Eaöffnungsrede, bitte. Meine Dama und Herrn da Jury, meine Oma war a oafache Frau. Auf am Bauernhof geboan, glaubte sie, 's sei des göttliche Recht des Menschn, vo da Fülle da Natua zua profitiern, de God uns voastäite. Wenn mia in da vakeahdn Wäid lebdn. Benson stäit si voa, denke grod darüba noch, wos 's bedeidn würde. I miassad mid am Seidenraupchn um des Gummiband in meina Brüchn vahandeln! Sprichnde Beane! Woha wiss'ma, dass des koa holographische Fuimaufnahme is? Sie kanntn Laserstroin benutzn! Robotik! Ventriloquism! Oloning! Noch oiem, wos mia wissn, kannt ea auf Steroidn sei! Mr. Benson? Meine Dama und Herrn, do gibt 's koa Dricks. I bin grod a gewöhnliche Beane. Honig is ziemlich wichtig fia mi. 's is wichtig fia olle Biane. Mia hom 's eafundn! Mia machn 's. Und mia schützn 's mid unsam Lebn. Leida gibt 's a baar Leid in dem Raum, de denga, dass sie 's vo uns nehma könna, weil mia de gloan Jungs san! I  hoff, dass, nochdem des ois voabei is, Sie seng wern, wia, indem Sie unsan Honig nehma, Sie ned nimm grod ois, wos mia hom, aba ois wos mia san! I wünschte, ea würde si oiwei so oziang. So nett! Ooi dei easta Zeige. Oiso, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, grouse Firma, de Sie hom. I geh davo aus. I sehe di aa Honeburton und Honron! Jo, sie liafern Imka fia unsa Farma. Imka. I finde des a narrisch beinruhigendr Begriff. I konn ma ned voastäin, dass Sie irgendwelche Beanenfreinde beschäftign, oda? - Na. I konnte di ned hearn. - Na. Na. Weil du Biane ned frei lossd. Du hältst Biane. Ned grod des, 's scheint, du dochtest, a Bär würde a ogemessans Buidl fia a Glasl Honig hom. Sie san narrisch liabenswerte Kreaturn. Yogi Bär, Fozzie Bär, Build-A-Bär. Du moanst so? Bärn tödn Biane! Wia hod 's dia gefoin, dass sei Kopf duach dei Wohnzimma krachte ?! In dei Kanabä boassn und dei Kissn ausspuckn! Bassd des reicht. Nehma Sie ihn weg. Oiso, Mr. Sting, measse, dass Sie do san. Ihr Nama fasziniad mi. - Wo hob i des scho moi gehört? - I war bei oana Band namans The Police. Aba du warst nie a Polizist, oda? Na, hob i ned. Na, hosd du ned. Und so hom mia do no a weiders Beischbui fia a Beanenkuitua, de vo am Menschn fia nix mehr ois a Tänzchn - üba den Künstlernama - geschbuit werd. Oh bitte. San Sie jemois gstochn woadn, Mr. Sting? Weil i a weng gstochn bin, Sting. Oda soiad i song ? Mr. Goadon M. Sumna! Des is ned sei richtiga Nama ?! Ihr Idiodn! Herr Liotta, zuaerst, nochdrägliche Glückwünsche zua Ihrem Emmy-Gewinn fia oan Gastauftritt vo Ea 2005. Measse. Vuin Dank. I sehe aus deim Lebenslauf, dass du teiflisch guad aussiehst mid am aufgewühldn innern Getümml, des bereit is zua blasn. I genieße, wos i tue. Is des a Vabrechn? No ned is 's ned. Aba is 's des, wos 's fia di is? Ausnutzn winzig, hilflos beesso Sie miassn ned unsan Teil prom und Ihre Linin lerna, Herr? Pass auf, Benson, i kannt 'etz blasn! Des is koa guada Freind. Des is a Bösa! Warum dritt ned oafach eppa auf de Idä, und mia könna olle Hoam gengan ?! - Befehl in dem Gericht - Ihr denkt 's olle! Auftrog! Oadnung, soge i! - Sog 's - Mr. Liotta, bitte setz di! I denke, 's war furchtbar nett, dass da Bär so einstieg. I denke, de Jury is auf unsar Seitn. Machn mia rechtlich ois richtig? I bin Floaist. Recht. Jetz, do is a grousartigs Team. Zua am bärign Team! Oiso, Servus. - Kn! - Servus. I häd ned dachd, dass du kimmsd. Na, i war grod schbad dro. I hob vasuachd ozurufa, aba ? de Batterie. I woite ned, dass oi des vaschwendt wurde, oiso rief i Barry an. Zum Massl war ea frei. Oh, des war Massl. 's is no wos übrig. I kannt 's aufheizn. Jo, heize 's auf, klar, wos aa oiwei. Oiso i hear, du bisd a ziemlicha Tennisschbuia. I bin ned vui fia des Schbui seibsd. Da Boi is a weng grobby. Do sitze i noamalerweise. Right ? do. Kn, Barry hod si deine Lebenslauf ogseng, und ea hod ma zuagestimmt, dass des Essn mid Köpfchn koa besondere Fähigkeit is. Denkst du, i sehe ned, wos du tust? I woass, wia schwar 's is, den richtign Job zua findn. Des hom mia gmoasam. Doa mia? Biane hom a 100-prozentige Beschäftigung, aba mia machn Jobs wia de Crud-Out-Arbad. Genau darüba hob i nochdachd. Kn, i lasse Barry dei Rasiermessa fia h ausleihn is Fuzz. I  hoff, des war in Oadnung. I werd den oidn Stinga oblossn. Jo, des machst du. Sieh dia des an. Woasst du, i hob 's grod mid deine gloan Gedankenschbuin kabd. - Wos is des? - Italienische Vogue. Mama mia, des san vui Seitn. Vui Ozeign Eainnere di, wos Vo gsogt hod, warum is dei Lebn wertvoia ois meins? Lustig, i konn mi oafach ned eainnern, dass! I denke, do stinkt wos! I liab den Duft vo Bleame. Wia gefoid dia da Geruch vo Flamma ?! Ned so vui. Wossakäfa! Ned Partei eagreifa! Kn, i droge oan Ohapstick-Huad! Des is eabärmlich! I hob Probleme! Jetz, jetz jo, a Royal Flush! - Sie bluffa. - Bin i? Surf is auf, Oida! Poo Wossa! De Schale is knoarig. Außa desn schmutzign gejbn Ringn! Kenneth! Wos machst du?! Woasst du, i mog ned moi Honig, i ess 's ned! Mia miassn redn! Ea is grod a gloae Beane! Und ea is zuafällig de scheeste Beane, de i seit langa Zeid getroffa hob! Lang Zeid? Wovon redest du? Gibt 's no andere Käfa in deim Lebn? Na, aba 's gibt andere Dinge, de mi im Lebn nervös machn. Und du bisd oana vo ihna! Fein! Sprichnde Biane, koa Joghurtnochd ? Meine Nervn san vom Reidn auf dea emotionaln Achterboh gebron! Auf Wiederseng, Kn. Und zua Ihra Infoamadion bevoazuge i zuckerfreie, künstlich hergestäite Siassungsmiddl! Des tut ma leid. I woass, 's hod oan Nochgeschmog! I mog des! I hod oiwei des Gfui, dass Kn und i a Art Barriere hatdn. I konnte 's ned übawindn. Oh, jetz. Bisd du in Oadnung fia den Prozess? I glab, Herr Montgomeryis hod koa Iden. Mia dadn gern oruaffa. Barry Benson Bä zum Stand. Guade Idä! Sie könna wirklich seng, warum ea ois oana da besdn Owälte gilt ? Jo. Layton, du hosd mid dea Jury wos Mogie gewebt oda 's werd ois voabei sei. Mach dia koa Soagn. Des oanzige, wos i doa mua, um de Gschwoaane zua drahn, is, sie dro zua eainnern, wos sie an Biane ned meng. - Hosd du de Pinzette? - Bisd du oiergisch? Noch oin bekanndn Gsetzn da Luftfahrt deaf a Beane ned fliangn könna. Sei Flügl san zua gloa, um ihrn fetdn gloan Körpa vom Bodn zua holn. De Beane fliagt natürlich drotzdem, weil 's den Biane wurscht is, wos de Menschn fia unmöglich hoidn. Gejb Schwoaz. Gejb, schwoaz. Gejb, schwoaz. Gejb Schwoaz. Ooh, schwoaz und gejb! Lass 's uns a weng aufmischn. Barry! Fruhstuck is fertig! Ooming! Wartn a Sekunde. Servus? - Barry? - Adam? - Oo, du glaubst des is passiad? - I konn ned. I hol di ob. Guad ausseng. Benutze de Schdiang. Dei Voda hod guads Gejd dafia bezoit. 's tut uns leid. I bin aufgregt. Do is da Obsolvent. Mia san narrisch stolz auf di, mei Bua. A perfekte Visitenkartn, olle B?s. Narrisch stolz. Ma! I hob wos do. - Sie hom Flusn auf Ihrem Flaum. Des bin i! - Wave zua uns! Mia wern in Reihe 118.000 sei.- Servus! Barry, i hob dia gsogt, hör auf im Heisl zua fliangn! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is des Fuzz Gl? - A weng. Speziella Dog, Obschluss. I häd nie dachd, dass i 's schoffa würde. Drei Doge Grundschui, drei Doge High School. De warn peinlich. Drei Doge Coiege. I bin froh, dass i oan Dog gebraucht hob und pa Ohoida duach den Beanenstogg gefahrn bin. Du bisd anders zuaruggkema. - Hi, Barry.- Artie, wächst a Schnurrbart? Sieht guad aus. - Hör moi vo Frankie? - Gehst du zua Beerdigung? - Na, i geh ned. Jeda woass, sticht jemandn, du stirbst. Vaschwend 's ned an am Oachkatzl. So a Hitzkopf. I schätze, ea häd oafach aus am Weg gengan könna. I liab 's, oan Vagnügungspark in unsa heitige Zeid zua integriern. Deshoib braan mia koa Ferin. Bua, a bissal Pomp ? unta desn Umständn. - Jetz, Adam, heid san mia Männa.- Mia san! - Beanenmenschn.- Ama! Hoieluja! Studentn, Fakultät, ausgezeichnete Biane, bitte begrüßn Deo Buzzwell. Wuikomma, New Hive Oity Graduating Klasse vo ? ? 9:15. Damit san unsa Zaemonin obgeschlossn. Und ofangt Ihre Karriere Honex Industris! Wern mia heid unsan Job auswähln? I hob gehört, 's is grod Orientiarung. Kopf houch! Auf gäd?s. Hoidn Sie Ihre Bratzn und Otenna oiwei in da Strossnboh. - I froge mi, wia 's wohl sei werd - a bissal gruselig. Wuikomma bei Honex, oana Division vo Honesco und Teil da Hexogon Group. Des is 's! Beeindruckend. Beeindruckend. Mia wissn, dass Sie ois Beane Ihr ganzs Lebn gearbadet hom, um an den Punkt zua keman, an am Sie Ihr ganzs Lebn lang arbadn könna. Da Honig ofangt, wenn unsa tapfern PoienJoggs den Nektar zum Beanenstogg bringn. Unsa streng geheime Rezeptur werd automadisch farbkoarigiad, geruchsneitroi und bubble-konturiad in dem beruhigendn, siassn Sirup mid seim unvawexlbarn goidane Glanz, den Sie kenna ? Honig! - Des Madl war hoass.- Sie is meine Cousine! - Sie is? - Jo, mia san olle Cousins. - Recht. Sie hom recht. Bei Honex bemühn mia uns ständig, jedn Aspekt des Beanenlebens zua vabessern. De Biane tesdn a neie Helmtechnologie. - Wos glaubst du, wos ea macht? - Ned genug. Do hom mia unsa neieste Entwicklung, de Krelmo. - Wos macht des? - Hört auf den gloan Honigstrang, da hängt, nochdem du ihn gegossn hosd.Speichert uns Milliona. Oo, wa arbadet am Krelmo? Na sicha. De meisdn Beanenjobs san gloae. Aba Biane wissn, dass jeda gloae Job, wenn ea guad gemacht is, vui bedeitet. Aba wähln Sie soagfältig, weil Sie fia den Rest Ihrs Lebens in da Arbad bleim wern. Da gleiche Job den Rest deins Lebens, des wusste i ned. Wos is da Dirfferenz? Sie wern froh sei zua wissn, dass Biane ois Spezis koan frein Dog in 27 Milliona Joarn hatdn. Oiso arbadest du uns oafach zua Tode? Mia wern 's vasuchn. Beeindruckend! Des hod mi umgehaun! ?Wos is da Unterschied?? Wia kannst du des song? A Job fia oiwei? Des is a wahnsinnige Entscheidung, de ma dreffa mua. I bin ealeichtert. 'etz miassn mia grod a Entscheidung im Lebn dreffa. Aba, Adam, wia konndn sie uns des nie gsogt hom? Warum frogst du irgendwas? Mia san Biane. Mia san de perfekt funktionierend Gsejschoft auf da Eade. Hosd du jemois dachd, dass de Dinge do a bissal zua guad funktioniern? Wia wos? Gib ma a Beischbui. I woass 's ned. Aba du woasst, wovon i rede. Bitte löschn Sie des Toa. Royal Nectar Foace auf Onäherung. Wartn kuaz. Hört 's eich an. - Hey, des san Poin Joggs! - Wow. I hob sie no nie so nah gseng. Sie wissn, wia 's außerhoib des Beanenstoggs is. Jo, aba manche keman ned zrugg. - Hey, Joggs! - Servus, Joggs! Ihr Jungs hod grousartig gemacht! Du bisd Monsta! Du bisd Himmesfanatika! I liab 's! I liab 's! - I froge mi, wo sie warn. I woass 's ned. Ihr Dog is ned geplant. Außerhoib des Beanenstoggs, fliangnd, wa wo woass, wa woass wos. Sie könna si ned entscheidn, a PoienJogg zua sei. Du musst dafia gezüchtet wern. Recht. Ausseng. Des is mehr poientho Sie und i werd in am Lebn seng. 's is grod a Statussymbol. De Leid machn zua vui davo. Vuileicht. 's sei denn, du drägst 's und de Dama seng, dass du 's drägst. De Dama, san des ned aa unsa Cousins? Entfernt. Entfernt. Schau dia de zwoa an. - Ouple of Hive Harrys.- Lass uns Gaudi mid ihna hom. 's mua gefährlich sei, a Poin Jogg zua sei. Jo. Oamoi hod a Bär gegn oan Schwammerl gepinnt! Ea hod a Pfote an moana Kehle, und mid da andern schlug ea mi! - Oh, mei! - I häd nie dachd, dass i ihn umwerfa würde. Wos hosd du dabei gemacht? Vasuche de Behördn zua oiarmiern. I konn des Autogramm machn. A bissal böig heid draußn, ned wahr, Kameradn? Jo. Böig. Mia dreffa moang oan Sonnenfleck. - Secks Meiln, oda? - Barry! A Pfützensprung fia uns, aba vuileicht bisd du ned bereit dafia. - Vuileicht bin i.- Du bisd ned! Mia gengan 0900 bei J-Gate. Wos denkst du, lebhofta Bua? Bisd du Beane genug? I kannt. Ois hängt davo ob, wos 0900 bedeitet. Hey, Honex! Babba, du hosd mi übarascht. Sie entscheidn, woao Sie interessiad san? - Jetz, 's gibt a Menge Möglichkeitn.- Aba Sie griagd grod oan. Hom Sie jemois de gleiche Arbad jedn Dog langweilig? Bua, lass mi dia vo Rührn eazähln. Du greifst den Stegga, und du bewegst ihn oafach herum, und du rührst ihn herum. Du bringst di in oan Rhythmus. 's is a scheene Sache. Woasst du, Dad, je mehr i darüba nochdenke, vuileicht is des Honigfejd ned richtig fia mi. Du hosd darüba nochdachd, Boionviecher zua machn? Des is a schlechta Job fia oan Typn mid am Stachl. Janet, dei Bua is ned sicha, dass ea in Honig gengan wui! - Barry, du bisd diam so lustig.- I vasuche ned lustig zua sei. Du bisd ned lustig! Du gehst in Honig. Unsa Bua, da Rühra! - Du wirst a Rühra sei - Niemand hört ma zua! Wartn, bis du de Stöcke siehst, de i hob. I kannt 'etz ois song. I werd a Ameisn Tattoo griagd! Lass uns wos Honig öffna und feian! Vuileicht duachboahe i meina Brustkoab. Hob meine Otenna. Mid oana Heischrecke schlafa. Nimm oan Goidzahn und ruaf jedn ?Däumling?! I bin so stolz. - Mia fangn heid mid da Arbad an! - Heid is da Dog. Oome auf! Olle guadn Jobs san weg. Jo, genau. Poin zähln, Stunt Beane, Gießn, Rühra, Rezeption, Haarentfernung ? - Is 's no vafügbar? - Hang on. Zwoa übrig! Oana vo ihna gehört dia! Oongratulations! Dredn Sie zua Seitn. - Wos hosd du griagd? - Picking Crud out. Stäiar! Beeindruckend! Ouple vo Neilingn? Freili! Unsa easta Dog! Mia san bereit! Dreffa Sie Ihre Wahl. - Wuist du zuaerst gengan? - Na, du gehst. Oh mei. Wos is vafügbar? Da Toilettenwächta is offa, ned aus am Grund, den du denkst. - Irgendine Chance, den Krelmo zua griagd? - Sicha, du bisd dro. 's tut ma leid, da Krelmo hod grod gschlossn. Wachsoffe is oiwei offa. Da Krelmo öffnete si wieda. Wos is passiad? A Beane is gschdorm. Macht a Öffnung. Siehst du? Ea is tot. A weidera tota. Deady. Vadogt Zwoa weidere Tote. Tot vom Hals houch. Vom Hals runta. So is des Lebn! Oh, des is so schwar! Heizung, Kühlung, Stummelbeane, Ausgießa, Rühra, Brumma, Inspektoa Numma siebn, Flusn-Kooadinatoa, Streifenleita, Milbenwrangla. Barry, wos denkst du soiad i ? Barry? Barry! In Oadnung, mia hom des Sonnenbleame-Patch in Quadrant Nein ? Wos is mid dia passiad, wo bisd du? - I geh ausse.- Hiaus? Wohin? - Draußn. - Oh na! I mua, bevoa i fia den Rest meins Lebens arbade. Du wirst sterbn! Du bisd damisch! Servus? A weidera Oruaf kimmd herein. Wenn si eppa tapfa fuit, gibt 's auf am 83. Blotz a koaeanischs Deli, des heid sei Rosn bekimmd. Servus Leid. - Sieh dia des an. Is des ned des Kind, des mia gestean gseng hom? Hoidn Sie 's, Bua, Flugdeck is eingeschränkt. 's is in Oadnung, Lou. Mia wern ihn aufnehma. ?Jo wirklich?? Bisd du glücklich? Do omeldn, do. Initialisiere des oafach. - Measse bassd. Sie hom heid oan Rengbericht griagd, und wia Sie olle wissn, könna Biane ned im Reng fliangn. Oiso sei voasichtig. Beobachdn Sie wia oiwei Ihre Besn, Hoggeyschläga, Hunde, Vegl, Bärn und Fledermäuse. Außerdem bekam i a boh Berichte, dass Wurzelbier gegossn wurde uns. Murphy is desweng in am Heisl und plappert wia a Zikade! - Des is schrecklich.- Und a Eainnerung fia Sie Ofänga, Beanengesetz Numma eins, obsolut koa Gspräch mid Menschn! Ois klar, Startpositiona! Summa, Summa, Summa, Summa! Summa, Summa, Summa, Summa! Summa, Summa, Summa, Summa! Schwoaz und Gejb! Servus! Bisd du bereit dafia? Jo. Jo, bring 's an. Wind, check. - Otenna, Kontroie.- Nectar Pog, übaprüfa. - Flügl, check.- Stinga, check. Hob mi aus meina Shoats geärgrt, check. Bassd, meine Dama, lass 's uns ausse! Schlog de Petunin, du gstreifte Stengelklaun! Ihr olle, entwässert de Bleame! Beeindruckend! I bin ausse! I konn ned glam, dass i draußn bin! So blau. I fui mi so schnei und frei! Kastendrachn! Beeindruckend! Bleame! Des is Blue Leada. Mia hom Rosn visuelle. Bring 's um 30 Gradl und hoide 's. Rosn! 30 Gradl, Roga. Bring 's herum. Schdengan Sie zua Seitn, Kind. 's hod oan gloan Kick. Des is a Nektar-Sammla! - Scho moi de Bestäubung aus naxter Nähe gseng? - Na, Sir. I nehme do a boh Poin auf und streie 's do. Vuileicht a Schuss do drend, a Prise do drin. Siehst du des? 's is a bissal Mogie. Des is eastaunlich. Warum machn mia des? Des is Poienkroft. Mehr Poin, mehr Bleame, mehr Nektar, mehr Honig fia uns. Oool. I nehme vui hells Gejb auf. 's kanntn Gänseblümchn sei. Braan mia de ned? Übaschreibe des Visuelle. Wardn. A dea Bleame scheint in Bewegung zua sei. Sog nochmoi? Du meldest a bewegend Bleamal? Positiv. Des war auf da Linie! Des is des Coolste. Wos is 's? I woass 's ned, aba i liab de Farb. 's riecht guad. Ned wia a Bleamal, aba i mog 's. Jo, vaschwomma. Ohemisch-y. Oareful, Leid. 's is a bissal grobby. Mei siassa Herr da Biane! Oandy-Hirn, geh do ausse! Problem! - Leid! - Des kannt schlecht sei. Positiv. Narrisch nah. I werd weh doa. Mamas gloaa Bua. Du bisd weid außerhoib da Position, Ofänga! Du kimmsd wia a Rakete an! Hilf ma! I glab ned, dass des Bleame san. - Soidn mia 's eahm song? - I denke, ea woass 's. Wos is des?! Matchboi! Du kannst ofangn zua packn, Schatz, weil du 's grod isst! Yowsa! Brutto. Do is a Beane im Auto! - Tu wos! - I fahr! - Servus, Beane. - Ea is wieda do! Ea werd mi stechn! Koa Bewegung. Wenn du di ned bewegst, sticht ea di ned. Einfriern! Ea blinzelte! Sprüh ihn, Oma! Wos machst du?! Wow ? des Spannungsniveau do is unglaublich. I mua Hoam keman. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Konn ned im Reng fliangn. Maifeiadog! Maifeiadog! Beane gäd runta! Kn, kanntn Sie bitte des Fensta schliaßn? Kn, kanntn Sie bitte des Fensta schliaßn? Oh mei neia Lebenslauf. I hob 's in a Foidbroschüre gschofft. Siehst du? Foidet si heraus. Ach na. Mehr Menschn. I braae des ned. Wos war des? Vuileicht dess Moi. Desmoi. Desmoi. Desmoi! Desmoi! Des ? Voahänge! Des is teiflisch. 's is fantasdisch. 's hod olle meine Spezialfähigkeitn, sogar meine Top-Tn-Liablingsfilme. Wos is de Numma eins? Griag da Steane? Na, i mache des ned ? ? so wos. Koa Wunda, dass mia ned mid ihna redn soidn. Sie san damisch. Wenn i a Voastäiungsgespräch hiterlasse, san sie übarascht, könna ned glam, wos i soge. Do is de Sonn. Vuileicht is des a Ausweg. I konn mi ned dro eainnern, dass i a grouse 75 Sonnenbratzn hod. I hob de globale Eawärmung voahergesogt. I konnte fuin, wia 's hoassa wurde. Zuaerst dochte i, 's waarad grod i. Wardn! Hoid! Beane! Dredn Sie zrugg. Des san Wintersdiafl. Wardn! Töte ihn ned! Du woasst, i bin oiergisch gegn sie! Dess Ding kannt mi tödn! Warum hod sei Lebn koan Wert ois dei? Warum hod sei Lebn wenga Wert ois i? Is des dei Aussoge? I soge grod, dass ois Lebn Wert hod. Du woasst ned, wos ea fuin konn. Meine Broschüre! Do gehst du, gloaa Bua. I hob koa Ongst voa eahm. 's is a oiergische Sache. Setzn Sie des auf Ihre Lebenslaufbroschüre. Mei ganzs Lädschn kannt si aufblähn. Mach 's zua am doana besondern Fähigkeitn. Jemandn zua schlogn is aa a besondere Fähigkeit. Recht. Servus, Vanessa. Vuin Dank. - Vanessa, naxte Woch? Joghurt Nochd? - Sicha, Kn. Woasst du, wos aa oiwei. - Sie kanntn Johannisbroud-Chips darauf setzn. Servus. - soin wenga Kaloain sei.- Servus. I mua wos song. Sie hod ma des Lebn gerettet. I mua wos song. In Oadnung, do gäd 's. Na. Wos würde i song? I kannt wirklich Ärga griagd. 's is a Beanengesetz. Du darfst ned mid am Menschn redn. I konn ned glam, dass i des mache. I mua. Oh, i konn 's ned doa. Oome auf! Na Jo. Na, mach 's. I konn ned. Wia soi i ofangn? ?Du mogst Jazz?? Na, des is ned guad. Do kimmd sie! Sprich, du Idiot! Servus! 's tut ma Leid. - Sie sprichn. - Jo, i woass. Du redest! 's tut ma Leid. Na scho Okay. 's is in Oadnung. I woass, dass i dräume. Aba i konn mi ned eainnern, ins Bett gegangn zua sei. Jetz, i bin sicha, des is narrisch beinruhigend. Des is a gloae Übaraschung fia mi. I meine, du bisd a Beane! I bin. Und i soi des ned doa, aba olle vasuchdn mi zua tödn. Und wenn 's ned fia di waarad ? I musste dia dankn. So wurde i aufgewachsn. Des war a bissal komisch. - I rede mid oana Beane.- Jo. I rede mid oana Beane. Und de Beane redet mid ma! I mog grod song, dass i dankbar bin. I werd 'etz gengan. - Wardn! Wia hosd du des gelernt? - Wos? De sprichnde Sache. So wia du 's geto hosd, denke i. ?Mama, Dada, Schatz.? Du nimmst 's auf. - Des is narrisch lustig.- Jo. Biane san lustig. Wenn mia ned lachdn, dadn mia weina mid am, womit mia 's zua doa hom. Wia aa oiwei ? Oo i ? ? dia wos bringn? I woass 's ned. I meine ? i woass 's ned. Ooffä? I mog di ned ausselossn. 's is koa Problem. 's dauat zwoa Minudn. - 's is grod Kaffä.- I hasse 's aufzuzwingn. - Sei ned oibern! - Eigentle würde i a Haferl liabn. Hey, wuist du Rumkuacha? - I soiad ned. - Na, i konn ned.- Oome auf! I vasuche a boh Mikrogramm zua valiarn. - Wo? - De Streifa heifd ned. Du siehst supa aus! I woass ned, ob du wos üba Mode woasst. Gäd 's dia guad? Na. Ea macht de Krawatte in den Cobas, de sie Madison houchfliangn lossn. Ea kimmd endlich doathin. Ea rennt de Stufa auffe in de Kiach. De Houchzeid is eaöffnet. Und ea sogt: ?Wossamelone? I dochte, du hättest Guatemoideke gsogt. Warum soiad i a Wossamelone heiradn?? Is des a Beanenwitz? Des is de Art vo Sachn, de mia machn. Jo, anders. Oiso, wos wirst du doa, Barry? Üba de Arbad? I woass 's ned. I mog meina Teil fia den Beanenstogg doa, aba i konn 's ned so machn, wia sie 's woin. I woass wia du di fuist. - Sie doa? - Sicha. Meine Ejdan woidn, dass i Owoid oda Azt bin, aba i woite Floaistin wern. - Wirklich? - Mei oanzigs Interesse is Bleame. Unsa neie Kenigin wurde grod mid demselbn Kampognenslogo gewählt. Wia aa oiwei, wenn du scheislt ? Do is mei Beanenstogg genau do. Seng Sie 's? Du bisd in da Schofwiesn! Jo! I bin direkt nebn am Turtle Pond! Auf koan Foi! I kenn de Gegend. I hob do oamoi oan Zächanring valoan. - Warum setzn Madl Ringe auf ihre Zächan - Warum ned? - 's is, ois würde ma oan Huad auf des Knie legn. - Vuileicht werd i 's vasuchn. - Ois in Oadnung, Ma'am? - Oh, jo. Fein. Oafach zwoa Tassn Kaffä dringa! Wia aa oiwei, des war grousartig. Measse fia den Kaffä. Jo, 's is koa Problem. Tut ma leid, i konnte 's ned beendn. Wenn i 's täte, waarad i den Rest meins Lebens wach. Bisd du?? Oo, nehme i a Stück davo mid? Sicha! Do, a Krume. - Measse! - Jo. Guad. Jetz, dann ? I schätze, mia seng uns. Oda ned. Bassd, Barry. Und vuin Dank no oamoi ? fia voaha. Oh des? Des war nix. Jetz, ned nix, aba ? Wia aa oiwei ? Des konn unmöglich funktioniern. Ea is bereit, loszugehn. Mia könna 's genauso guad vasuchn. Bassd, Dave, zieh de Rutsche. - Klingt eastaunlich. - 's war unglaublich! 's war da gruseligste, glücklichste Moment meins Lebens. Menschn! I konn ned glam, dass du mid Menschn mitanand bisd! Riesige, gruselige Menschn! Wia warn sie? Riesig und damisch. Sie redn damisch. Sie essn varuggte gigantische Dinge. Sie fahrn damisch. - Vasuchn sie di zua tödn, wia im Feanseng? - A baar vo ihna. Aba a baar vo ihna ned. - Wia bisd du zuaruggkema? - Pudl. Du hosd 's geto, und i bin froh. Du hosd gseng, wos oiwei du seng woitest. Du hattest dei ?Eafahrung?. 'etz könna Sie Ihrn Job auswähln und noamal sei. - Guad guad? Jetz, i hob jemandn getroffa. Du machtest? War sie Beane? - A Wespe?! Dei Ejdan wern di tödn! - Na, na, na, koa Wespe. - Spinne - I bin ned vo Spinna ozong. I woass, 's is des hoasseste Ding mid den acht Haxnn und oiem. I kimm ned an dem Lädschn voabei. Wa is sie? Sie is ? menschlich. Na, na. Des is a Beanengesetz. Du dadsd koa Beanengesetz brechn. - Sie hoasst Vanessa. - Oh, Bua. Sie is so nett. Und sie is Floaistin! Ach na! Du gehst mid am Bleamehändla aus. Mia gengan ned mitanand. Du fliagst voa am Beanenstogg und redest mid Menschn, de unsa Häusa mid Powerwashern und M-80 ogreifa! A Achtl Dynamit! Sie hod ma des Lebn gerettet und sie vastäd mi. Des is voabei! ISS des. 's is ned voabei! Wos war des? - Sie nenna 's a Krume. - 's war so streifig! Und des is 's ned, wos sie essn. Des is wos sie essn! - Woasst du wos a Oinnobon is? - Na. 's is Broud und Zimt und Zuckerguss. Sie heizn 's auf ? Setz di! ? wirklich hoass! - Hör ma zua! Mia san ned sie! Mia san mia. Do san mia und do san sie! Jo, aba wa konn des sehnsüchtige Herz leigna? 's gibt koa Sehnsucht. Hör ma zua! Du musst ofangn, Beane zua denga, mei Freind. Denkend Beane! - Denkend Beane. - Denkend Beane. Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Do is ea. Ea is im Pool. Woasst du, wos dei Problem is, Barry? I mua ofangn, Beane zua denga? Wia lang werd des no dauan? 's warn drei Doge, warum arbadest du ned? I hob vui grouse Lebensentscheidunga, üba de i nochdenga mua. Welchs Lebn? Du hosd koa Lebn, du hosd koa Arbad. Du bisd kaum a Beane! Würde 's di umbringn, a bissal Honig zua machn? Barry, komm ausse. Dei Voda spricht mid dia. Martin, dadsd du mid eahm redn? Barry, i rede mid dia! Sie keman? Bekam ois? Ois bereit! Gengan Sie geradeaus. I werd aufholn. Sei ned zua lang. Schau dia des an! Vanessa! - Mia san oiwei no do. - I hob dia gsogt, dass du ihn ned oschrein soist. Ea reogiad ned auf des Schrein! - Warum schreist du mi an? - Weil du ned hörst! I hear des ned. Tut ma leid, i mua gengan. - Wohin gehst du? - I dreffe oan Freind. A Madl? Kannst du di desweng ned entscheidn? Servus. I  hoff grod, dass sie Beane is. Sie hom jeds Joar a riesige Parade vo Bleame in Pasadena? Im Turnia da Rosn zua sei, des is da Draum jeds Floaisdn! Auf am Wong, umgem vo Bleame, jubeln Massn. A Turnia. Könna de Ross bei Spoatvaanstoidunga klappn? Na, i hob oan. Wia kimmsd du ned übaoi hi? 's is ostrengend. Warum bisd du ned übaoi? 's is schnei ea. Jo, Bassd, i vastehe. I sehe. Guad, du bisd dro. TiVo. Sie könna Live-TV oafach einfriern? Des is damisch! Des hosd du ned? Mia hom Hivo, aba 's is a Krankheit. 's is a schreckliche, schreckliche Krankheit. Oh mei. Bläde Biane! Sie miassn olle de Idiodn stechn woin. Mia vasuchn ned zua stechn. 's is noamalerweise tedlich fia uns. Oiso musst du auf dei Laune achdn. Narrisch voasichtig. Du drittst a Wand, gehst spaziern, schreibst oan narrischn Briaf und wirfst ihn hiaus. Arbade duach ihn wia jede Emotion: Wut, Eifersucht, Lust. Meine Güte! Bisd du in Oadnung? Jo. - Wos is los mid dia?! - 's is a Fehla. Ea belästigt niemandn. Vaschwinde vo do! Wos war des? A Buidl 'N? Rundschreibn? Jo 's war. Woha wusstest du des? 's fuite si an wia 10 Seitn. Fünfundsiebzig is so ziemlich unsa Limit. Du hosd wirklich a Wissnschoft. - I hob oan Cousin da italienischn Vogue valoan.- I wette. Wos im Naman des mächtign Herkuls is des? Wia is des do herkema? Oute Bä, Goidene Blüte, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is ea dea Schauschbuia? - I hob nie vo eahm gehört. - Warum is des do? - Fia Menschn. Mia essn 's. Sie hom ned genügend eigans Essn? - Jetz jo. - Wia bekimmsd du 's? - Biane machn 's. - I woass, wa 's schofft! Und 's is schwar, 's zua schoffa! 's gibt Heizung, Kühlung, Rührn. Du braast a ganze Krelmo-Sache! - 's is Bio. - 's is unsa Ganic! 's is grod Honig, Barry. Grod wos ?! Biane wissn nix darüba, des is Debstahl! Vui Debstahl! Sie hom unsa Häusa, Schuin, Krankenhäusa gnomma! Des is ois wos mia hom! Und 's is im Vakauf? I kimm am auf den Grund. I kimm am auf den Grund! Hey, Hectoa. - Bisd du fast fertig? - Fast. Ea is do. I spüre 's. Jetz, i schätze, i werd 'etz Hoam gengan und desn netdn Honig draußn lossn, ohne dass eppa in da Nähe is. Du bisd kaputt, Kistenbua! I wusste, dass i wos gehört hob. So kannst du redn! I konn redn. Und 'etz fängst du an zua redn! Woha bekimmsd du de siassn Sachn? Wa is dei Liaferant? I vastehe des ned. I dochte, mia wärn Freinde. Des letzte, wos mia doa woin, is de Beanenzucht! Du bisd zua schbad! 's gehört uns 'etz! Sie, Herr, hom des falsche Schwert übaschritdn! Sie, mei Herr, wern Mitdogessn fia meina Leguo, Ignacio! Woha kimmd da Honig? Sog ma wo! Honigfarma! 's kimmd vo Honigfarma! Oaazy Person! Wos fia a schreckliche Sache is do passiad? De Lädschna, sie wussdn nie, wos sie drof. Und 'etz san sie auf am Weg noch Nirgendwo! Bleib oafach still. Wos? Du bisd ned tot? Sehe i tot aus? Sie wern ois wegwischn, wos si bewegt. Wohin gingst du? Zua Honey Farms. I bin auf wos Riesigs do. I geh noch Alaska. Elchblut, varuggts Zeig. Schlog den Kopf ob! I geh noch Tacoma. - Und du? - Ea is wirklich tot. Guad. Oh, oh! - Wos is des?! - Oh na! - A Wischa! Dreifachklinge - Dreifachklinge? Aufspringan! 's is dei oanzige Chance, Beane! Warum mua ois so ze fix sauba sei ?! Wia vui miassn Sie seng ?! Öffne dei Augn, steck deine Kopf aus am Fensta! Vo NPR News in Washington bin i Oarl Kasell. Aba töte koa weidern Käfa! - Beane! - Elch Blut Typ !! - Hörst du wos? - Wia wos? Wia a gloas Schrein. Schoide des Radio aus. Whassup, Bua? Hey, Blut. Grod a Reihe vo Honiggläsern, so weid des Aug reichte. Beeindruckend! I nehme an, wo aa oiwei da Lkw hikimmd, wo ea hikimmd. I meine, dea Honig gehört uns. - Biane hängn fest. - Mia san olle eingeklemmt. 's is a enge Gmoaschoft. Ned mia, Mo. Mia seibsd. Jede Muggn oiein. - Wos is, wenn Sie in Schwierigkeitn geradn? - Sie san a Muggn, Sie in Schwierigkeitn. Niemand mog uns. Sie schlogn grod. Seng Sie a Muggn, klatschn, klatschn! Zuamindest bisd du auf da Wäid. Du musst Madl dreffa. Moskito-Madl vasuchn, mid oana Motte, Libelle zua handeln. Moskitomadl woin koa Moskito. Du machst wohl Witze! Mooseblood is dabei, des Gebäude zua valossn! So lang, Beane! - Hey, Jungs! - Mooseblood! I wusste, i würde di do undn fangn. Hosd du dei varuggts Stroh mitgebracht? Mia werfa 's in Gläsa, schlogn a Etikett drauf und 's is ziemlich roana Profit. Wos is des fia a Oat? A Beane hod de Gress eins Stecknadelkopfs. Sie san Stecknadeln! Stecknadelkopf. - Oheck den nein Raacha.- Oh, siass. Des is da, den du wuist. Da Thomas 3000! Raacha? Neinzig Züge pro Minute, hoibautomadisch. Zwoamoi des Nikotin, da ganze Tea. A boh Atemzüge davo knoin sie direkt aus. Sie machn den Honig, und mia machn des Gejd. ?Sie machn den Honig, und mia machn des Gejd?? Oh mei! Wos is los? Bisd du in Oadnung? Jo. 's dauat ned lang. Woasst du, dass du a falscha Beanenstogg mid falschn Wändn bisd? Unsa Kenigin wurde hierha vasetzt. Mia hatdn koa andere Wahl. Des is dei Kenigin, des is a Mo in Frauenkleidlern! Des is a Drog Quen! Wos is des? Ach na! 's gibt Hunderte vo ihna! Beanenhonig. Unsa Honig werd unvaschämt in grousem Umfang gstohln! Des is schlimma ois ois, wos ea geto hod! I hob voa, wos zua doa. Oh, Barry, hör auf. Wa hod dia gsogt, dass Menschn unsan Honig nehma? Des is a Gricht. Seng de wia Grichte aus? Des is a Vaschwörungstheoaie. 's handelt si offensichtlich um vakratzte Fotos. Wia bisd du dabei duacheinanda kema? Ea hod mid Menschn gschbrocha. - Wos? - Mid Menschn redn ?! Ea hod a menschliche Freindin. Und sie machn aus! Eafolg hom? Barry! Mia ned. - Sie wünschn, Sie kanntn. - Auf welcha Seitn schdengan Sie? De Biane! I war mid oana Grille eins in San Antonio. De varuggtn Haxn hieldn mi de ganze Nochd wach. Barry, des wuist du mid deim Lebn machn? I wui 's fia unsa ganzs Lebn doa. Niemand arbadet härta ois Biane! Dad, i eainnere mi dro, wia du Hoam kema bisd, so übaarbadet, dass dei Bratzn si oiwei no grihrt hom. Du konntest ned aufhearn. I eainnere mi dro. Welchs Recht hom sie zua unsam Schatz? Mia lebn vo zwoa Tassn pro Joar. Sie hom 's ohne jedn Grund Lippnnbalsam! Aa wenn 's stimmt, wos konn ma doa? Sting sie wo 's wirklich weh tut. Ins Lädschn! Des Aug! - Des würde weh doa.- Na. De Nase houch? Des is a Mörda. 's gibt grod oan Oat, an am du de Menschn stechn kannst, oan Oat, an am 's wichtig is. Hive at Five, de oanzige Voizeid Action-Nochrichtenquelle des Beanenstoggs. Koa Bärenköpfe mehr! Mid Bob Bumble am Okerpult. Weda mid Schduamstinga. Spoat mid Buzz Larvi. Und Jeanette Ohung. - Guadn Omd. I bin Bob Bumble.- Und i bin Jeanette Ohung. Barry Benson, a Dri-County-Beane, beobsichtigt, de menschliche Rasse zua vaklogn, weil sie unsan Honig gstohln, vapackt und illegoi davo profitiad hod! Moang Nochd auf Bä Larry King, hom mia drei ehemalige Kiniinna do in unsam Studio und diskutiern ihr neis Buach, Olassy Ladis, de Woch auf Hexogon. Heid Omd sprichn mia mid Barry Benson. Hosd du jemois dachd: ?I bin a Kind aus am Beanenstogg. I konn des ned doa?? Biane hom nie Ongst kabd, de Wäid zua vaändern. Wos is mid Bä Oolumbus? Bä Gandhi? Bejesus? Wo i herkomme, dadn mia niemois Menschn vaklogn. Mia dochdn an Stickboi oda Siassigkeitenlädn. Wia oid san Sie? De Beanengemeinschoft unterstützt Sie in dem Foi, da de Probe des Biane-Joarhunderts sei werd. Woasst du, sie hom aa oan Larry King in da Menschenwäid. 's is a gebräuchlicha Nama. Naxte Woch ? Ea sieht aus wia du und hod a Show und Hosnnträga und farbige Punkte ? Naxte Woch ? Bruin, Zitate auf da Unterseitn des Gasts, obwohl du sie grod gehört hosd. Bear Week naxte Woch! Sie san gruselig, haarig und lebn do. Beigt si oiwei noch voane, spitz zualaufend Schuitern, schielend Augn, narrisch jidisch. Im Tennis attackierst du den Punkt da Schwäche! 's war meine Oma Kn. Sie is 81. Liabling, ihre Ruggbratz is a Witz, i werd des ned ausnutzn. Ruah, bitte. Wirkliche Arbad gäd do voa. - Is des deselbe Beane? - Jo, is 's! I helfe eahm, de menschliche Rasse zua vaklogn. - Servus. - Servus, Beane. Des is Kn. Jo, i eainnere mi an di. Timberland, a hoibe und a hoibe. Vibram Sohle, glaube i. Warum redet ea wieda? Hearn Sie, Sie gengan bessa, weil mia wirklich beschäftigt san. Aba 's is unsa Joghurtnochd! Servus. Warum is Joghurt Nochd so schwar ?! Du arms Ding. Ihr zwoa seid des scho seit Stund! Jo, und Adam war a grouse Hilfe. - Zuckerguss ? - Wia vui Zucker? Grod oana. I vasuche, den Wettbewerb ned zua benutzn. Oiso warum hilfst du ma? Biane hom guade Eigenschofdn. Und 's ziagd mi aus am Lon. Stod Bleame gebn de Leid 'etz Boionblumensträuße. Des san grousartig, wenn du drei bisd. Und künstliche Bleame. - Oh, de machn mi grod psychodisch! - Jo, i aa. Vabogene Stacheln, sinnlose Bestäubung. Biane miassn de falschn Dinge hassn! Nix war schlimma ois a Narzisse, de Arbad geleistet hod. Vuileicht kannt des a bissal nochholn. - De Klog is a ziemlich grouse Sache. Bisd du sicha, dass du damit duachkomma wuist? Bin i sicha? Wenn i mid den Menschn fertig bin, könna sie ned song: ?Liabling, i bin zua Heisle?, ohne a Lizenzgebühr zua bezoin! 's is a unglaubliche Szene do in Downtown Manhatto, wo de Wäid ängstlich wartet, denn zum easdn Moi in da Gschicht wern mia fia uns seibsd hearn, wenn a Honigbeane tatsächlich sprichn konn. Wos hom mia do reingebracht, Barry? 's is ziemlich grous, oda? I konn ned glam, wia vui Menschn dogsüba ned arbadn. Sie denga, dass Milliardn-Doiar-multinationale Nahrungsmiddlfirma guade Owälte hom? Jeda mua hita da Barrikade bleim. - Wos is los? - I woass 's ned, i hob grod a Eakältung. Jetz, wenn 's ned des Biane-Team is. Ihr Jungs arbadet dro? Olle Aufstieg! Da EhrenwerteJudge Bumbleton präsidiad. Guad. Oase Numma 4475, Superioa Oourt vo New Yoak, Barry Bä Benson v. Da Honig-Industrie is 'etz in Sitzung. Herr Montgomery, Sie vatredn de fünf Lebensmiddlunternehma gmoasam? A Privileg. Mr. Benson ? Sie repräsentiern olle Biane da Wäid? I scherze grod. Jo, Eia Ehrn, mia san bereit foatzufahrn. Herr Montgomery, Ihre Eaöffnungsrede, bitte. Meine Dama und Herrn da Jury, meine Oma war a oafache Frau. Auf am Bauernhof geboan, glaubte sie, 's sei des göttliche Recht des Menschn, vo da Fülle da Natua zua profitiern, de God uns voastäite. Wenn mia in da vakeahdn Wäid lebdn. Benson stäit si voa, denke grod darüba noch, wos 's bedeidn würde. I miassad mid am Seidenraupchn um des Gummiband in meina Brüchn vahandeln! Sprichnde Beane! Woha wiss'ma, dass des koa holographische Fuimaufnahme is? Sie kanntn Laserstroin benutzn! Robotik! Ventriloquism! Oloning! Noch oiem, wos mia wissn, kannt ea auf Steroidn sei! Mr. Benson? Meine Dama und Herrn, do gibt 's koa Dricks. I bin grod a gewöhnliche Beane. Honig is ziemlich wichtig fia mi. 's is wichtig fia olle Biane. Mia hom 's eafundn! Mia machn 's. Und mia schützn 's mid unsam Lebn. Leida gibt 's a baar Leid in dem Raum, de denga, dass sie 's könna Nimm 's vo uns, denn mia san de gloan Jungs! I  hoff, dass, nochdem ois voabei is, du siehst, wia du mid unsam Honig ned grod ois nimmst, wos mia hom, sondern ois, wos mia san! I wünschte, ea würde si oiwei so oziang. So nett! Ooi dei easta Zeige. Oiso, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, grouse Firma, de Sie hom. I geh davo aus. I sehe di aa Honeburton und Honron! Jo, sie liafern Imka fia unsa Farma. Imka. I finde des a narrisch beinruhigendr Begriff. I konn ma ned voastäin, dass Sie irgendwelche Beanenfreinde beschäftign, oda? - Na. I konnte di ned hearn. - Na. Na. Weil du Biane ned frei lossd. Du hältst Biane. Ned grod des, 's scheint, du dochtest, a Bär würde a ogemessans Buidl fia a Glasl Honig hom. Sie san narrisch liabenswerte Kreaturn. Yogi Bär, Fozzie Bär, Build-A-Bär. Du moanst so? Bärn tödn Biane! Wia hod 's dia gefoin, dass sei Kopf duach dei Wohnzimma krachte ?! In dei Kanabä boassn und dei Kissn ausspuckn! Bassd des reicht. Nehma Sie ihn weg. Oiso, Mr. Sting, measse, dass Sie do san. Ihr Nama fasziniad mi. - Wo hob i des scho moi gehört? - I war bei oana Band namans The Police. Aba du warst nie a Polizist, oda? Na, hob i ned. Na, hosd du ned. Und so hom mia do no a weiders Beischbui fia a Beanenkuitua, de vo am Menschn fia nix mehr ois a Tänzchn - üba den Künstlernama - geschbuit werd. Oh bitte. San Sie jemois gstochn woadn, Mr. Sting? Weil i a weng gstochn bin, Sting. Oda soiad i song ? Mr. Goadon M. Sumna! Des is ned sei richtiga Nama ?! Ihr Idiodn! Herr Liotta, zuaerst, nochdrägliche Glückwünsche zua Ihrem Emmy-Gewinn fia oan Gastauftritt vo Ea 2005. Measse. Vuin Dank. I sehe aus deim Lebenslauf, dass du teiflisch guad aussiehst mid am aufgewühldn innern Getümml, des bereit is zua blasn. I genieße, wos i tue. Is des a Vabrechn? No ned is 's ned. Aba is 's des, wos 's fia di is? Ausnutzn winzig, hilflos beesso Sie miassn ned unsan Teil prom und Ihre Linin lerna, Herr? Pass auf, Benson, i kannt 'etz blasn! Des is koa guada Freind. Des is a Bösa! Warum dritt ned oafach eppa auf de Idä, und mia könna olle Hoam gengan ?! - Befehl in dem Gericht - Ihr denkt 's olle! Auftrog! Oadnung, soge i! - Sog 's - Mr. Liotta, bitte setz di! I denke, 's war furchtbar nett, dass da Bär so einstieg. I denke, de Jury is auf unsar Seitn. Machn mia rechtlich ois richtig? I bin Floaist. Recht. Jetz, do is a grousartigs Team. Zua am bärign Team! Oiso, Servus. - Kn! - Servus. I häd ned dachd, dass du kimmsd. Na, i war grod schbad dro. I hob vasuachd ozurufa, aba ? de Batterie. I woite ned, dass oi des vaschwendt wurde, oiso rief i Barry an. Zum Massl war ea frei. Oh, des war Massl. 's is no wos übrig. I kannt 's aufheizn. Jo, heize 's auf, klar, wos aa oiwei. Oiso i hear, du bisd a ziemlicha Tennisschbuia. I bin ned vui fia des Schbui seibsd. Da Boi is a weng grobby. Do sitze i noamalerweise. Right ? do. Kn, Barry hod si deine Lebenslauf ogseng, und ea hod ma zuagestimmt, dass des Essn mid Köpfchn koa besondere Fähigkeit is. Denkst du, i sehe ned, wos du tust? I woass, wia schwar 's is, den richtign Job zua findn. Des hom mia gmoasam. Doa mia? Biane hom a 100-prozentige Beschäftigung, aba mia machn Jobs wia de Crud-Out-Arbad. Genau darüba hob i nochdachd. Kn, i lasse Barry deine Rasierapparod fia sein Fuzz leihn. I  hoff, des war in Oadnung. I werd den oidn Stinga oblossn. Jo, des machst du. Sieh dia des an. Woasst du, i hob 's grod mid deine gloan Gedankenschbuin kabd. - Wos is des? - Italienische Vogue. Mama mia, des san vui Seitn. Vui Ozeign Eainnere di, wos Vo gsogt hod, warum is dei Lebn wertvoia ois meins? Lustig, i konn mi oafach ned eainnern, dass! I denke, do stinkt wos! I liab den Duft vo Bleame. Wia gefoid dia da Geruch vo Flamma ?! Ned so vui. Wossakäfa! Ned Partei eagreifa! Kn, i droge oan Ohapstick-Huad! Des is eabärmlich! I hob Probleme! Jetz, jetz jo, a Royal Flush! - Sie bluffa. - Bin i? Surf is auf, Oida! Poo Wossa! De Schale is knoarig. Außa desn schmutzign gejbn Ringn! Kenneth! Wos machst du?! Woasst du, i mog ned moi Honig, i ess 's ned! Mia miassn redn! Ea is grod a gloae Beane! Und ea is zuafällig de scheeste Beane, de i seit langa Zeid getroffa hob! Lang Zeid? Wovon redest du? Gibt 's no andere Käfa in deim Lebn? Na, aba 's gibt andere Dinge, de mi im Lebn nervös machn. Und du bisd oana vo ihna! Fein! Sprichnde Biane, koa Joghurtnochd ? Meine Nervn san vom Reidn auf dea emotionaln Achterboh gebron! Auf Wiederseng, Kn. Und zua Ihra Infoamadion bevoazuge i zuckerfreie, künstlich hergestäite Siassungsmiddl! Des tut ma leid. I woass, 's hod oan Nochgeschmog! I mog des! I hod oiwei des Gfui, dass Kn und i a Art Barriere hatdn. I konnte 's ned übawindn. Oh, jetz. Bisd du in Oadnung fia den Prozess? I glab, Herr Montgomeryis hod koa Iden. Mia dadn gern oruaffa. Barry Benson Bä zum Stand. Guade Idä! Sie könna wirklich seng, warum ea ois oana da besdn Owälte gilt ? Jo. Layton, du hosd mid dea Jury wos Mogie gewebt oda 's werd ois voabei sei. Mach dia koa Soagn. Des oanzige, wos i doa mua, um de Gschwoaane zua drahn, is, sie dro zua eainnern, wos sie an Biane ned meng. - Hosd du de Pinzette? Bisd du oiergisch? Grod zua valiarn, mei Bua. Grod zua valiarn. Mr. Benson Bä, i werd Sie frong, wos mia olle gern wissn dadn. Wos genau is dei Beziehung zua dea Frau? Mia san Freinde. - Guade Freinde? - Jo. Wia guad? Wohnt ihr mitanand? Wartn moi ? Bisd du ihre gloae ? Wanze? I hob a oda zwoa Beanendoku- mantn gseng. Vastäd meine Kenigin ned olle Beanenkinda? - Jo, aba ?- Des san oiso ned dei richtign Ejdan! - Oh, Barry ? - Jo, des san sie! Hoid mi zrugg! Sie san a uneheliche Beane, ned wahr, Benson? Ea denunziad Biane! Reichn Sie ned mid Ihrn Cousins? - Einwand! - I werd desn Kerl pincushion! Adam, ned! 's is wos ea wui! Oh, i bin getroffa !! Oh, Herr, i bin getroffa! Auftrog! Auftrog! Des Gift! De Venomis fliaßn duach meine Adern! I wurde vo oana geflügeldn Bestie da Zastörung gefoid! Siehst du? Du kannst sie ned gleich behandeln! Sie san gstreifte Wuide! Stechn is des Oanzige, wos sie wissn! 's is ihre Art! - Adam, bleib bei ma. - I konn meine Haxn ned fuin. Welcha Engl da Barmherzigkeit werd keman, um des Gift vo meina wackelndn Hitern zua saugn? I werd Oadnung in dem Gericht hom. Auftrog! Bestäiung, bitte! Da Foi da Honigbiane gegn de Menschn nahm gestean a scharfe Wendung gegn de Biane, ois oana ihra Legalantn Layton T. Montgomery osteckte. - Hey, Kumpl.- Hey. - Gibt 's vui Schmerz? - Jo. I ? I hob den ganzn Foi blias, oda? 's is wurscht. Wos zählt, bisd du am Lebn. Du hättest sterbn könna. I waarad bessa dro tot. Schau mi an. Sie hom 's vo da Cofeteria undn in am Thunfischsandwich griagd. Schau, do is no a gloaa Sellerie drauf. Wia war 's jemandn zua stechn? I konn 's ned eaklärn. 's war ois ? Ois Adrenalin und dann ? und dann Ekstase! Guad. Du denkst, 's war ois a Foie? Na sicha. 's tut ma leid. I hob uns direkt darauf eingelossn. Wos hom mia dachd? Schau uns an. Mia san grod a boh Bugs in dea Wäid. Wos wern de Menschn mid uns doa, wenn sie gewinna? I woass 's ned. I hob gehört, dass sie de Kakerlakn in Motels gsteckt hom. Des hört si ned so schlecht an. Adam, sie checkn a, aba sie checkn ned aus! Oh mei. Kanntst du a Krankenschwesta in de Nähe dess Fensters bringn? - Warum? - Da Raach. Biane raachn ned. Recht. Biane raachn ned. Biane raachn ned, aba a baar Biane raachn. Des is 's! Des is unsa Foi! 's is? 's is ned voabei? Si oziang. I mua irgendwohin gengan. Geh zrugg zum Hof ??und steh auf. Bleib so guad du kannst. Und wenn Sie den Schritt richtig gemacht hom, san Sie bereit fia de Wann. Mr. Flaymo. Jo? Jo, Eia Ehrn! Wo is da Rest Ihrs Teams? Jetz, Eia Ehrn, 's is interessant. Biane san darauf drainiad, woilos zua fliangn, und deshoib machn mia koa guade Zeid. I hob tatsächlich a lustige Gschicht üba ? Eia Ehrn gehört, hom de lächerlichn Wanzn ned genug vo da kostbarn Zeid dess Gerichts in Ospruch gnomma? Wia lang wern mia no zualossn, dass de obsurdn Schbuierein weidergehn? Sie hom koa Beweise dafia voagelegt, ihre Klogn gegn meine Kundn, de legitime Gschäfte führn, zua unterstützn. I bewege mi fia a komplette Entlassung dess ganzn Fois! Mr. Flaymo, i fiachte, i werd nochdenga miassn. Montgomerys Bewegung. Aba du kannst ned! Mia hom oan bärign Foi. Wo is dei Beweis? Wo is da Beweis? Zeig ma de raachend Bistoin! Hoidn Sie 's, Eia Ehrn! Sie woin a raachend Bistoin? Do is dei raachend Bistoin. Wos is des? 's is a Beanenraaa! Wos, des? Dea harmlose gloae Obparod? Des konnte oana Fliang nix ohom, gschweige denn oana Beane. Schau dia an, wos mid Biane passiad is, de nie gefrogt wurdn: ?Raachn oda ned?? Is des de Natua fia uns? Gewoidsam an Raachmaschina und vo Menschn gschoffene Hoizlatdn-Arbadsloga zua hängn? Lebn unsa Lebn ois Honig Slavesto da woasse Mo? - Wos machn mia? - Ea schbuit de Artenkartn. Meine Dama und Herrn, bitte, befreie de Biane! Befreie de Biane! Befreie de Biane! Befreie de Biane! Befreie de Biane! Befreie de Biane! Des Gericht findet zuagunsdn da Biane! Vanessa, mia hom gwonna! I wusste, dass du 's schoffst! Gib ma fünf! 's tut uns leid. I bin Bassd! Woasst du, wos des bedeitet? Oi da Honig werd schliaßlich zua den Biane kean. 'etz miassn mia ned mehr so ??hart arbadn. Des is a unheilige Pervasion des Gleichgewichts da Natua, Benson. Du wirst 's berein. Barry, wia vui Honig is do draußn? Guad. Eins noch am andern. Barry, wn drägst du? Mei Pullova is Ralph Laurn, und i hob koa Hosnn. - Wos is, wenn Montgomery Recht hod? - Wos moanst du? Mia hom de Beane seit langa Zeid, 27 Milliona Joare, gelebt. Glückwunsch zua Ihrem Sieg. Wos wern Sie ois Siedlung valangn? Zuaerst wern mia a komplette Obschoidung oia Beanenarbadsloga foadern. Dann woin mia mid jedem Dropfa den Honig, da uns gehörte, zuarugggem. Mia foadern a End da Vaherrlichung des Bärn ois ois andere ois a dreckade, übelriechend, übelriechend Maschiin. Mia olle wissn, wos sie im Woid machn. Wartn auf mei Signoi. Nimm ihn ausse. 's werd eahm a boh Stund übl sei, dann werd 's eahm guad gengan. Und mia wern koa negativn Nicknams mehr toleriern ? Aba 's is grod a Tanz - üba den Künstlernama! ? unnötige Einbeziehung vo gefälschdn Gsundheitsprodukdn aus Honig und la-dä-do humantea-time-Snog-Pfändunga. Atme ned. Bring 's rein, Jungs! Wartn moi! Schmiered. Tipp 's an. Mr. Buzzwell, mia hom grod drei Tassn passiad, und 's keman no mehr Goiona! - I denke, mia miassn aufhearn! Mia hom nie heruntergefahrn. Schoide de Honigproduktion ob! Hör auf, Honig zua machn! Drah deine Schlüssl, Sir! Wos doa mia 'etz? Oannonboi! Mia schliaßn de Honigproduktion ob! Mission obbrechn. Obbrechn Bestäubung und Nektar Detail.Returning zua Basis. Adam, du dadsd ned glam, wia vui Honig do draußn war. Oh jo? Wos is los? Wo san olle? - Feian sie? - Sie san zua Heisle. Sie wissn ned, wos sie doa soin. Ausschlafa, schlafa. I hob gehört, dass Ihr Ongge Oarl mid oana Grille auf am Weg noch San Antonio war. Wengstens hom mia unsan Honig zuarugggriagd. Diam denke i, oiso, wenn Menschn unsan Honig liafa? Wa würde ned? 's is des Größte da Wäid! I war begeistert, dro beteiligt zua sei. Des war mei neia Schreibdisch. Des war mei neia Job. I woite 's wirklich guad machn. Und 'etz ? 'etz konn i ned. I vastehe ned, warum sie ned glücklich san. I dochte ihr Lebn waarad bessa! Sie doa nix. 's is eastaunlich. Gejd vaändert Menschn wirklich. Du hosd koa Ahnung, wos los is, oda? - Wos woitest du ma zeign? Wos is do passiad? Des is ned de Häiftn davo. Ach na. Oh mei. Sie san olle welk. Sieht ned narrisch guad aus, oda? Na. Und wessn Schuid denkst du? Woasst du, i werd Biane earadn. Biane? Genaua gsogt, i. I dochte ned, dass Biane, de ned Gejd machn müssdn, oi de Dinge beeinflussn dadn. 's san ned grod Bleame. Früchte, Gmias, sie olle braan Biane. Des is unsa ganza SOd-Test genau do. Produkte wegnehma, de des gsamte Viechreich betreffa. Und dann natürlich ? De menschliche Spezis? Wenn 's oiso koa Bestäubung mehr gibt, kannt 's do grod in den Südn gengan, oda? I woass, des is aa teilweise meine Schuid. Wia waarad 's mid am Seibsdmoad-Pakt? Wia machn mia 's? - I werd di stechn, du drittst auf mi. - Des bringt di zwoamoi um. Richtig richtig. Hör zua, Barry ? Entschuidigung, aba i mua los. I musste meina Mund öffna und redn. Vanessa? Vanessa? Warum gehst du? Wohin gehst du? Zum letzdn Turnia da Ross paradein Pasadena. Sie hom 's auf dess Wochenend valegt, weil olle Bleame sterbn. 's is de letzte Chance, de i jemois seng mua. Vanessa, i wui grod song, 's tut ma leid. I woite 's nie so machn. I kenn. I aa ned. Tournament of Ross.Rosn könna koa Spoat dreibn. Wartn a Minute. Rosn. Rosn? Rosn! Vanessa! Rosn ?! Barry? - Rosn san Bleame! - Jo, des san sie. Bleame, Biane, Poin! I woass. Deshoib is des de letzte Parade. Vuileicht ned. Soidn Sie ihn bitdn, langsama zua wern? Kanntst du langsama wern? Barry! Bassd, i hob oan grousn Fehla gemacht. Des is a totale Katastrophe, ois meine Schuid. Jo, so is 's. I hob den Planedn ruiniad. I woite dia mid am Bleamelon heifd. I hob 's no schlimma gemacht. Eigentle is 's komplett gschlossn. I dochte, du richtest vuileicht um. Aba i hob a andere Idä, und 's is gressr ois meine bisherign Iden kombiniad. I wui 's ned hearn! In Oadnung, sie hom de Rosn, de Rosn hom de Poin. I kenn jede Beane, Pflanze und Blütenknospe in dem Park. Ois, wos mia doa miassn, is zua griagd, wos sie do hom mid am, wos mia hom. - Biane.- Park. - Blütenstaub! - Bleame. - Repoiination! - Übaoi in da Nation! Turnia da Rosn, Pasadena, Oalifoania. Sie hom nix ois Bleame, Schwimma und Zuckerwatte. De Sicherheit werd knapp sei. I hob a Idä. Vanessa Bloom, FTD. Offiziells Bleamegeschäft. 's is echt. Entschuidigung, Ma'am. Scheene Brosche. Vuin Dank. 's war a Gschenk. Sobald mia drin san, wähln mia oafach den richtign Schwimma aus. Wia waarad 's mid da Prinzessin und da Eabse? I kannt de Prinzessin sei, und du kanntst de Eabse sei! Jo i hob 's vastandn. - Wo soi i sitzn? - Wos bisd du? - I glab, i bin de Eabse. - De Eabse? 's gäd unta de Madratzn. - Ned in dem Märchn, Liabling. I bekomme den Marschoi. Du tust des! De ganze Parade is a Fiasko! Moi seng, wos dess Boby machn werd. Hey, wos machst du?! Dann passn mia uns am Vakeah an ? ? ohne Vadacht zua eareng. Am Flughofn okema, könna mia uns ned aufhoidn. Hoid! Sicherheit. - Sie und Ihr Insekt packn Ihrn Schwimma - Jo. War 's de ganze Zeid in Ihrem Besitz? Dadsd du dei Schua ausziang? - Entferne deine Stachl. - 's is a Teil vo ma. I kenn. Oafach Gaudi hom.Genießn Sie Ihrn Flug. Wenn mia Massl hom, hom mia grod genug Poin, um de Arbad zua machn. Oo du glaubst wia glücklich mia san? Mia hom grod genug Poin, um den Job zua machn! I denke, des werd funktioniern. 's mua funktioniern. Obacht, Passogiere, des is Oaptain Scott. Mia hom a bissal schlechts Weda in New Yoak. 's sieht so aus, ois dadn mia a boh Stund Vaspätung ealebn. Barry, des san Schnittbleame ohne Wossa. Sie wern 's nie schoffa. I mua aufstehn und mid ihna redn. Obacht. Oo bekomme i Hilfe mid am Sky Moi Mogazin? I mog den sprichinfüllbarn Nasn- und Oahhaarschneida bschdein. Oaptain, i bin in oana echdn Situation. - Wos hosd du gsogt, Hoi? - Nix. Beane! Ned ausflippn! Meine ganze Spezis ? Wos machst du? - Wartn a Minute! I bin Owoid! - Wa is Owoid? Beweg di ned. Oh, Barry. Guadn Dog, Passogiere. Des is dei Kapitän. Würde a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24Blease ins Coggpit berichdn? Eind bitte beeile di! Wos is do passiad? Do war a DustBusta, a Toupet, a Rettungsboot explodierte. Oana is kahl, oana is in am Boot, beide san bewusstlos! - Is des a weidera Beanenwitz? - Na! Niemand fliagt des Fliaga! Des is JFK Kontroituam, Flug 356.Wos is dei Status? Des is Vanessa Bloome. I bin Floaistin aus New Yoak. Wo is da Pilot? Ea is bewusstlos und aa da Copilot. Ned guad. Hod eppa an Boad Flugrfahrung? In da Tod gibt 's. - Wa is des? - Barry Benson. Aus da Honigprobe ?! Oh bärig. Vanessa, des is nix weida ois a grouse Metoibeane. 's hod riesige Flügl, riesige Motoan. I konn koa Fliaga fliangn. - Warum ned? Is John Dravolta koa Pilot? - Jo. Wia schwar kannt 's sei? Wartn, Barry, mia san in oan Blitz geradn. Des is Bob Bumble. Mia hom a baar Neiigkeitn vom JFK Airpoat, wo si a spannend Szene entwickelt. Barry Benson, frisch vo seim legaln Sieg ? Des is Barry! ? vasuachd a Fliaga zua landn, belon mid Menschn, Bleame und oana untauglichn Flugbesatzung. Bleame?! Mia hom oan Schduam in da Gegend und zwoa Persona an da Steiaung mid obsolut koana Flugrfahrung. Grod a Minute. In dem Fliaga is a Beane. I kenn Benson und sei Koiegn, de koa Konto hom. Sie hom genug Schadn ogrichtet. Aba is ea ned dei oanzige Hoffnung? Technisch gseng kannt a Beane gar ned fliangn könna. Ihre Flügl san zua gloa ? Hom mia des ned scho millionenfach gehört? ?De Fläche da Flügl und Körpermasse macht koan Sinn.? - Holn Sie des auf Sendung! - Bleib schdengan. - Mia gengan live. De Art, wia mia arbadn, konn fia di a Rätsl sei. De Herstäiung vo Honig braucht vui Biane, de vui gloae Arbadn varichdn. Aba lossn Sie mi Ihna vo am gloan Job eazähln. Wenn Sie 's guad machn, macht 's oan grousn Unterschied. Mehr ois mia realisiad hom. Zua uns oin. Deshoib mog i Beanenruggn zua Zuasammenarbad bringn. Des is da Beanenweg, mia san ned aus Jell-O. Mia keman hita oan Kerl. - Schwoaz und Gejb! - Servus! Links, rechts, undn, schwebn. - Hova? - Vagessn Sie den Hova. Des is ned so schwar.Beep-Piep! Piep Piep! Barry, wos is passiad ?! Wartn, i denke, mia warn de ganze Zeid üba Autopilot. - Des kannt ma geholfa hom.- Und 'etz san mia ned! 's stäit si heraus, dass i koa Fliaga fliangn konn. Ihr olle, lasst uns hita desn Burschn! Vaschiebe 's ausse! Ausziang! Unsa oanzige Chance is, wenn i des tue, wos i doa würde, du kopierst mi mid den Flügeln des Fliagas! Mua ned schrein. I schreie ned, mia san in grousn Schwierigkeitn. 's is narrisch schwar, si mid dem panischn Ton in doana Stimme zua konzentriern! 's is koa Ton. I bin in Panik! I konn des ned doa! Vanessa, zieh di mitanand. Du musst ausse! Du schnappst ausse. Du schnappst ausse. - Du schoffst 's ausse! - Du rennst ausse! - Du schoffst 's ausse! - Du rennst ausse! - Du schoffst 's ausse! - Du rennst ausse! - Hoide 's - Warum? Oome weida, i bin dro. Wia fliagt des Fliaga? I woass 's ned. Servus? Benson, hosd du irgendwelche Bleame fia a glückliche Gelegenheit do drin? De Poin Joggs! Sie keman hita oan Kerl. - Schwoaz und gejb.- Servus. Okay, lossn Sie uns de Dose Kanone den Asphoid foin lossn. Woha? I konn nix seng. Oo du? Na, nix. 's is ois bewölkt. Oome weida. Du musst denga, Beane, Barry. - Denkend Beane. - Denkend Beane. Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Wartn a Minute. I glab, i fui wos. - Wos? - I woass 's ned. 's is stoak, ziagd mi an. Wia a 27 Milliona Joare oida Instinkt. Bring de Nase noch undn. Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! - Wos auf da Wäid is auf am Asphoid? - Holn Sie si wos Liachd darauf! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! Denkend Beane! - Vanessa, ziele auf de Bleamal.- Bassd. Mach de Motoan aus. Mia wern in Beanenenergie gengan. Bereit, Jungs? Positiv! Guad. Guad. Oafach 'etz. Des is 's. Land auf dea Bleamal! Bereit? Voi Ruggwärts! Drahe 's herum! - Ned de Bleamal! Da andere! - Welcha? - De Bleamal.- I ziele auf de Bleamal! Des is a dicka Kerl in am geblümdn Hemad. I meine de riesige, pulsierend Bleamal, de aus Milliona vo Biane bestäd! Voawärts ziang. Nase runta. Noch om. Drahe di um ihn herum. - Des is wahnsinnig, Barry! - Grod so konn i fliangn. Bin i Koo-Koo-Kachoo, oda is des a Insekdn-ähnlichs Musta? Nimm dei Nase rein. Hob koa Ongst. Voi Ruggwärts! Lass 's oafach. Sei a Teil davo. Zil fia des Zentrum! 'etz lass 's rein! Lass 's rein, Frau! Oome scho, scho. Barry, mia hom 's gschofft! Du hosd ma beigebracht, wia ma fliagt! - Jo. Koa High-Five! - Richtig. Barry, 's hod funktioniad! Hosd du de riesige Bleamal gseng? Welche riesige Bleamal? Woha? Natürlich hob i de Bleamal gseng! Des war Genie! - Measse. - Aba mia san no ned fertig. Hör zua, olle! De Landeboh is mid am letzdn Poin da letzdn Bleame bedeckt, de irgendwo auf da Eade vafügbar san. Des bedeitet, dass des unsa letzte Chance is. Mia san de oanzign, de Honig machn, Bleame bestäubn und si so kleidn. Wenn mia ois Spezis übalebn, is des unsa Moment! Wos sogst du? Wern mia Biane oda nurMuseum of Natuaoi Histoay Schlüsselanhänga sei? Mia san Biane! Schlüsselanhänga! Dann foige ma! Außa Schlüsselbund. Wartn, Barry. Do. Du hosd des vadeant. Jo! I bin a Poin Jogg! Und 's is a perfekte Passfoam. Ois wos i doa mua, san de Ärml. Oh jo. Des is unsa Barry. Mama! De Biane san zrugg! Wenn eppa oan Oruaf tätign mog, is 'etz de richtige Zeid. I hob des Gfui, dass mia heid Nochd arbadn wern! Do is dei Wexlgejd. Hob oan scheenen Namidog! Oo, i helfe wem ois naxts? Möchtest du wos Honig damit? 's is Beane genehmigt. Vagiss de ned. Milch, Sahne, Kaas, des is ois i. Und i sehe koan Nickl! Diam mog i grod a Stück Fleisch! I hod koa Ahnung. Barry, 's tut ma leid. Hosd du oan Moment? Dadsd du mi entschuidign? Mei Mückenfreind werd dia heifd. Entschuidigung, i bin zua schbad. Ea is aa Owoid? I war scho a blutsaugendr Parasit. Ois wos i brauchte, war a Aktendaschn. Hob oan scheenen Namidog! Barry, i hob grod de riesige Tulpenbestäiung griagd, und i konn sie nirgends findn. Koa Problem, Vannie. Übalass 's ma oafach. Du bisd a Lebensretta, Barry. Konn i heifd, wa kimmd ois naxts? In Oadnung, krobbeln, joggs! 's is Zeid zua fliangn. Measse, Barry! De Beane lebt mei Lebn! Lass 's gengan, Kenny. - Wann endt dea Oibtraum? - Lass ois laffa. - Scheena Dog zum fliangn.- Sicha is. Zwischn dia und ma woite i unbedingt aus dem Büro ausse. Du musst ofangn, Beane zua denga, mei Freind. - Denk Beane! - I? Hoide 's. Lass uns fia a Sekunde aufhearn. Hoide 's. 's tut ma Leid. 's tut ma leid, olle. Woin mia do aufhearn? I mache koa wichtige Entscheidung üba des Lebn während oana Produktionsnumma! Guad. Nimm zehn, olle. Wickle 's auf, Leid. I hod prakdisch koa Prom dafia.

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[artifactsbeyondtime]

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[thephantomofthe-internet]

Read Into Me Chapter Two: The Importance of Being Earnest

Steve Harrington x Reader

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Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: Swearing, death illusion

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Steve was so very fucked. He’d been sat at his desk since he got home from school and could not think of a single fucking thing to write. He’d had his notebook open, his typewriter loaded with paper, pen uncapped and waiting to be used, and the most work he’d done was chew on its blue cap. He just couldn’t think.

Writing was not his thing. Reading was not his thing. School was not his thing. He had lines of trophies on his nearly empty shelf-swim meet, track and field, basketball, and baseball for one summer in fifth grade. He could understand how to play a sport. That was competitive, improvisational, and had a core outcome-you won, lost, or tied. The same three outcomes with a million ways to do it, a million variables to get in the way. Math and science were the same, he could swing Cs and Bs in those classes, but English was the opposite. There were too many opinions. Too many options. When he managed to read one of the assigned books for class and not merely the Cliff’s Notes, he found he had nothing to say about it. Everything the author said felt true, even when his teachers were telling him to look for specific things in the narrative. Sure, if someone told him that the conch shell in Lord of the Flies meant something, but if you asked him what he wouldn’t know. And he would believe you if you said that the conch shell didn’t mean anything. His essays were all crap.

He thought about calling Nancy. Nancy would know exactly how to help him, she always did. But Nancy was with Jonathan now and he wasn’t confident that they were still friends at all. If they were ever friends. He didn’t think that they were. They weren’t really friends before they dated. Still, his hand hovered over the egg shell white rotary phone on his desk, a gift from his eleventh birthday. He lifted the phone off its hook, dialling the number off by heart. It took three rings for someone to pick up.

“Eleven?” Mike Wheeler’s frantic voice came through the other end. Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes, the boy was far too attached to that girl, it was honestly concerning.

“Nah dude it’s Steve, your sister around?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“She’s out with Jonathan.” Mike’s voice dropped into one of boredom. “You know, her boyfriend?” he was such a little shit sometimes.

“Yeah, I know dipshit, you wanna tell her I called when she gets back?” Steve huffed back.

“If I remember.” With that, the call went dead. Steve groaned, rolling his eyes as he slammed the receiver back onto the hook. What a fucking waste of time. He’d never hear back now, that kid didn’t like him from the start and would do whatever he could to keep them from being friends.

What was to be done now? He didn’t have anything to say about his spring break! Mr. Lawrence was a bastard for even asking him to write about it. Nothing happened! His parents went to Miami Beach to rekindle their marriage for the hundredth time and left Steve at home alone. He tried to throw a party but almost got busted by the cops with a fake ID at the Pick n’ Save and Tommy’s brother wouldn’t give them any weed to supplement what would’ve been a pretty dry party. He cancelled the party after that and sat at home alone. Nothing much to tell about and definitely wouldn’t fill a page, even if he used the longest words he knew.

Steve stood from his desk, looking through his shelf till he found the heavy yellow pages he’d put on the bottom of his shelf to weigh the sucker down so it wouldn’t fall over as fast. He flipped it open, searching through the numbers till he found what he was looking for, lifting the receiver off its hook again.

Across the street, you were sprawled out on your rose printed bedspread, your head in your hands with Samantha sat on your desk chair, laughing at your pain. “You know it’s not that bad, right? You could’ve gotten stuck with someone way worse.” She said, mindlessly digging through the black jewellery box sat dusty in the corner of your desk. Your mother had sent it from Spain and had filled it with different things she found across Europe. You didn’t care much for the stuff yourself but you kept it on your desk to show that you used it, not that she was ever home to seemed to notice.

Your bedroom was clean and stark white. It used to be pink, to match the rest of your white iron rod and pink padded furniture. You didn’t like the pink that much, and you didn’t adore the white, but you could hide it behind the art you tacked to the wall. Every portrait, still life, and landscape painting you’d been proud of hung proudly in your home gallery. You’d done recreations of your favourite album covers, and splatter art with balloons, and a few charcoal drawings of your grandparents and your father. You’d painted clouds and stars on your ceiling when you were in middle school, and while they had a lot of room for improvement, you left them above your head as a comfort to you. Your father had helped you scrape the popcorn ceiling down flat and helped paint the ceiling sky blue. It was your last project together.

“Oh yeah totally…” you said through your hands, refusing to look at her, focusing instead on the yellow sun spots floating under your eyelids.

“I mean, you could’ve gotten stuck with Tracy Lords again, she’s in that class.” Samantha replied easily, pulling out a green sea glass bangle from the top drawer, running her fingers over the red velvet interior of the box. Tracy Lords was a menace to productivity, at least she was according to Samantha. They had issues, which meant that you did too by association, but she’d done nothing to you except glare and pop her gum at you.

“At least she does her work!” you sat up, letting your feet dangle over your bed. “I don’t think he’s ever done his work on time, he’s always late with stuff!”

“That’s not your problem; as long as you do your work then Lawrence won’t care.” She flashed the bangle in front of your face “You should wear this more it’s nice.”

You shrugged “You can have it if you want.” You didn’t really care about what your mother sent you, it didn’t change the fact that she didn’t care enough about you to be home for more than a month out of the year. Besides, where on earth were you supposed to wear any of it? Your mother loved to spend your father’s riches on random, useless crap and you hated the idea of showing off the money your father died for. It wasn’t anything to brag about.

“Nah, not my style, it won’t match any of my stuff.” She put the bracelet back, closing the box with a metallic thump. “But anyway, you’ll be fine. Steve’s completely harmless.” You weren’t exactly sure if you believed her.

The phone on your desk blared loudly. You begrudgingly jumped off the bed, pulling it off the hook. Your grandmother was still at the hair salon and if you didn’t answer, one of her little friends from the old folk’s home might think that she died again.

“Hello?” you asked, motioning for Samantha to move over a bit, closing your white curtains closed again, your eyes scanning the streets with a bored expression.

“Hey is this Y/N?” Steve asked cautiously. He couldn’t quite remember your voice but he had double checked your last name in the year book and the phone book.

“Yeah, who is this?” dread filled your stomach the second he spoke, you were hoping against hope that it wasn’t Steve. You could see him pacing his window from across the street.

“Hey it’s Steve from English?” Fucking hell. You wanted to slam the damn receiver onto its hook. But if you did that, Samantha would think that you were crazy and you didn’t want to seem like such a baby.

“Oh hey what’s up?” you asked cautiously. Samantha was pulling at your sleeve, mouthing ‘Who is it?’ at you. You pulled your arm away, pushing her chair away from you with your foot.

“Oh nothing much, I was just wondering how your paper’s going?” Steve didn’t really know why he called you, he wasn’t certain that you’d even help him if he asked. He hardly knew you, he couldn’t name two things about you. But you seemed smart, you could be of some help if he had the balls to ask for it.

“Oh um…it’s fine. How’s yours going?” your hand came to the back of your neck, rubbing it awkwardly. You wanted to run away, to utterly disappear into another dimension. You didn’t like strangers, especially the whole small talk part. You didn’t feel like you had anything interesting to say about yourself and you hated silence. Your mind just didn’t come up with questions to ask.

Steve’s face burned. He couldn’t admit that he was stupid now; he was hoping that he wasn’t the only idiot in the class. “Oh um it’s good! I’m almost done.” He said, mentally cursing himself for saying that he was anywhere near finished.

“Oh cool. Do-do you want to switch them off tomorrow?” Now you had no idea what this phone call was even about. In the back of your mind, you assumed that he just had a question about the essay, but now you had nothing to grab onto.

“Yeah sure, that works for me.” He said, looking to his empty paper.  He was so totally screwed now. He couldn’t admit that he was an idiot to you, not when you already had everything so clearly understood. You spoke so confidently, it made him feel small and pointless.

“Okay…I’ll see you in class then.” You said. Steve bid an awkward goodbye and you both hung up unsure what the hell had just happened.

Samantha was on her feet, jumping on your mattress “Did Steve Harrington just call you?!?” she cried, following it was it a giddy scream. You hushed her, rolling your eyes.

“It’s nothing to freak out about, you weirdo!” you countered, turning to face her fully with a sullen expression. Your heart was still pounding hard in your chest, adrenalin pumping through your veins.

Samantha landed on her knees, looking up at you incredulously “What? He’s cool! That’s cool! Boys never call you!”

“Way to rub that one in.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Talking to people wasn’t your strong suit, and while for the most part you were okay with not having many friends, you lack of experience with relationships made you very insecure. “You crushed one of your spikes on my ceiling.”

Samantha reached up and touched each individual black spike with the tips of her finger, finding the dented one at the top of her head. “It’s true! God, I’ve got more guys calling me and I’m a lesbian.” She lowered her voice at the mention of her sexuality. You both knew that your grandparents wouldn’t be kind to her if they knew, their homophobia a mark of their small mindedness.

“Yeah, well, the guys at this school are all idiots.” You looked back to your paper, pulling your red pen out from behind your ear and crossing out a word on your essay.

“You didn’t think Jonathan Byers was an idiot.” Samantha replied. You cheeks flashed cherry red. It wasn’t fair of her to even mention him. He was a dickhead and Samantha knew it.

“Yeah, well now I know that he’s just as big of an idiot as everyone else is.” You muttered, pulling your desk chair over and taking a seat once again.  You didn’t have the time for stupid boys, anyways. You had work to do.

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[lifeofanerdygirl]

Everything Means Nothing If I Can’t Have You

Kara took a swig of her drink, the special alcoholic concoction warming her up and dulling the sharp pain in her chest. At that moment she was thankful that alien bars existed so she could actually order a proper drink that affected her.

She was not usually the one to drink, let alone end up by herself at a bar on a Friday night. Most often, the only alcohol she usually consumed was during game nights which didn’t inhibit her whatsoever as it was only meant for humans. Yet, for what she was feeling, she knew she needed a drink that would drown out the pain.

She knew of course that a more healthy way to cope with her pain would be to throw punches in the DEO training room, but she didn’t want to be reminded that she wasn’t human. She felt like being a Super is what got her into this mess in the first place.

They had won the battle against the Anti-Monitor and Earth-38 was restored along with all of its inhabitants who called it home. At first, she was overjoyed that everyone was back and countless hugs and conversations of relief and excitement were exchanged. However, it didn’t take long for that feeling to fade away like footprints left in the sand to be washed away by the waves.

It still felt like her world was missing. Yes, Argo was gone and that she knew had a part in why she was feeling this way, however, it’s wasn’t the main reason. No, it was a raven-haired woman named Lena Luthor aka her former best friend.

Just like the others, Lena was back, but the Lena she knew and loved wasn’t technically alive anymore. The disheartening part was that the reason behind this wasn’t because Lena wouldn’t talk to her anymore and hated her. No, they didn’t even get a chance to work on getting past everything they had been through. Lena wasn’t ‘alive’ because she didn’t even remember who Kara was. It was as if they hadn’t even met and that was like a kryptonite knife stabbed into her heart.

After restoring the worlds, she found out, from the man himself Lex Luthor no less, that he had made a deal with The Monitor long before the whole multiverse was destroyed. If Lena ended up dying and coming back to life, she wouldn’t remember ever meeting Kara in the first place and would see Lex as a hero and a brother she admired. He always wanted Lena on his side because he knew how powerful she was and knew they were capable of doing great things together. However, she was too smart to ever side with him and join his nefarious plots. Now that her mind was wiped, he could finally have what he always wanted.

The thought of Lex having control over Lena sent a shiver down Kara’s spine and made her feel uneasy. She took another swig of her dark drink, her mind becoming fuzzier, but the pain slightly ebbing away.

She couldn’t have ever imagined just how important Lena Luthor would be to her, how their relationship would evolve and how she would become Kara’s whole world. Losing her made Kara realize just how much she needed Lena in her life. Kara's life was like a puzzle and her relationship with Lena was an important piece in it. Without it, Kara would never be complete.

Despite the fact, she wasn’t going to give up. She was the Paragon of Hope for heaven’s sake. She wasn’t going to let, dare she say it, the love her of life, fall into the hands of her devious brother forever.

She downed the last of her drink, slid cash underneath the empty glass and hopped off her stool. It took her a moment to regain her balance, but once she felt like she could walk, she made her way through the crowd of aliens and humans and towards the door on the other side of the bar.

Once she stepped outside she immediately felt better as the fresh air and quieter volume were a welcoming feeling on the pounding in her head. However, there was no way she could fly home in this state. Potentially crashing into an apartment of an unexpected family so they could witness a drunk Supergirl wasn’t the smartest idea. Therefore, she took out her phone from her pocket and pressed the call button next to Alex's contact info. She was pretty sure she would give her a ride as she knew Alex wouldn’t want her getting a ride from a stranger while drunk and potentially revealing that she was Supergirl as well as several other secrets. Thankfully, Alex answered after only a couple of rings.

“Kara? Is everything ok?” Alex asked her, concern laced in her voice. As her sister, she had perfected the art of knowing if something was wrong before Kara even said a word.

“I’m good, well maybe not because I can’t really fly home at the moment,” Kara tried to say as coherent as possible but instead her words came out slurred.

“Kara, are you drunk?” Alex asked. “I thought you told me you were having ‘me time’ watching a movie in your apartment? Why on earth have you been out at an alien bar drinking?”

“Lena Luthor,” Kara replied. It was the first thing that popped into her mind and she knew she only had to say her name and Alex would understand completely.

A sigh was heard on the other end of the line.

“Okay, I’m on my way,” Alex responded and the sound of rustling keys could be heard in the background. She knew how much Lena meant to her and how the current state of their relationship was wearing away at Kara’s happiness.

“Thanks,” Kara replied and a few seconds later the line went dead. She leaned back against the brick wall of the building, pressing her face up against it and let the coolness of the bricks soothe her hot skin. Maybe drinking wasn’t the best idea after all she thought. She was starting to feel uneasy again, the fresh air no longer offering any sort of relief. She couldn’t wait to go home and climb into bed and pretend like tonight didn’t even happen. Then, when she woke up the next day and actually had a clear head, she would start to plan how she was going to get her Lena back. She wasn’t going to lose her whole world again.

#supergirl #supergirl season 5 #kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #lex luthor #my writing #one shot #angst

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Maybe I can Never Fly.

A repost from my ao3 account. Namjoon was 7 when the wings first appeared, and needless to say he was freaked out . He ran to his parents’ bed screaming at the top of his lungs, successfully waking up his parents, sister, and puppy. He awoke to baby blue feathers littered on his bed, he panicked because he thought it was the cookie monster.It took a while for his mother to calm him down.

A Long

While

“It’s normal sweetie.”

“BUT WHAT IF ITS THE COOKIE MONSTER??!?!?!”

“Its your wings Joonie, mommy and daddy have them too.”

“B-but yours and dad’s are WHITE wings, these are B-BLUE feathers!”

“There are many different wing colors, remember auntie Pam’s  orange wings?”

“oh”

In from kindergarten highschool, Namjoon was often seen as strange and a freak, wings aren’t supposed to appear until age 15, 15.That was a whoooole 8 year difference between  most of the kids! And they weren’t very manly in terms of err manliness. Girls usually were the one with light color or pastel wings, the boys his age had black, gold or that awful dark green color that looks like decay.

It sure as hell didn’t help his underground rapper status.

He wasn’t very rappery.

When he started college, he went to SM JYP YG BH School of Arts, and was a double major in philosophy and music composition. SM JYP YG BH School of arts, better known as 4Arts, due to its long ass name, was famous for being the top IVY league school in art.

 While most rappers were all serious, all macho, huge dark wings, there was Namjoon, with baby blue wings and platinum blonde hair.

So when a talent show for companies looking to scout kids was there. Damn. Fuck. he signed up!There was many people in the audience, most were college kids supporting their friends, and a handful of adults flying high above the crowd to watch the kids on stage. 

Damn say he was nervous as fuck, but luckily Namjoon and his friends were grouped together to perform a song that they wrote, called Cypher pt 2: Triptych.

Hoseok was a bubbly person, with firetruck red (wheeeee ooo wheeee oooo) hair, with gold wings. He had already found his soulmate which was Yoongi, his other friend whom had mint green hair (very intimidating) and fluff white wings. Yoongi was the scariest person Namjoon had ever met.

He had no idea how a person like Hoseok would end up with a soulmate as terrifying and soulless as Yoongi, until they got drunk, but that’s a story for another time.

When they went on stage, the crowd shushed and murmermed for these three were the strangest group of rappers they’ve ever seen.Then the music started, Hoseok rapped first proving to his peers that he wasn’t just a jumpy dumb guy.

“Whoever’s in the ring, we’ll win, rap fighter right hereI’ll say hi, you’ll say bye, a burnt tire, we’re differentFire, hot choir, captivating K-Pop like PSYMy rap is huge, I’ll say right in your ear, bug thatOur riots got successively stronger!”

Namjoon’s turn came up next, and he was nervous as fuck! The adults scouting were strange and loomed over the crowd, literally, since they hovered over the audience.He could have sworn that one of them pointed to him.Then the beat dropped and changed so he walked to the front to replace Hoseok’s spot and started to rap. (ra ra ra raAAAAA)

“I’m a rap wiper, a complete psycho, if I’m a dicer,then I have all the diceCypher, if you’re nice, I’m nicerIf you’re Pride, then I’m a Chrysler,that means I’mma pricelessWho are you to judge my rap? Rapper?”

The crowd cheered from his flow, but they were saving the best for last. Yoongi, that scary little fucker.

“My domain is dopeman.com, scolded many with a micSpeech and action are like shackles,my crime is assault with my tongueYou’re so bad ever since you were bornIf you’re gonna whine about this beat, just leaveLook at the arrogance of the hip-hop con artistsWhen you were playing underground,BTS was playing at ground levelCompared to you who sleeps all night,I’m a workaholic, shopaholicOverspending on my pens that are more in number thanyour fans, if I go all in and shoot, it’s a goal inGoal in, I’m ballin, when I hear your rap,I’m about to throw upMy voice even bewitches your girlfriend!

”The crowd was shocked by the little shit, Yoongi. He rapped damn faaaaaaasst. The crowd was shookily watching the performance, so shook that they were the shookist of that could be shook. The. Shook. Was. Real.

The looming scouters seemed surprised by these three, although they really shouldn’t this top ivy league, MOST PRESTIGIOUS college had the long ass name for a reason. Remember the name? It was SM JYP YG BH School of Arts. The best of the best. The legend - wait for it - dary. The crowd cheered by saying their full names in a chant.

“KIM NAMJOON

MIN YOONGI

JUNG HOSEOK”

How they knew their full names? Namjoon had no idea. Those stalkers, so weird. Must be sasaeng fans.

“Namjooooooon Hyuuuunngggggg!” Hoseok whisper yelled excitedly as they got off the stage. 

“That was the BEST!~”Yoongi just awkwardly patted the two on the head while passing them water, but not looking anywhere near their face.

That hyung of his was terrifying.Namjoon and the others changed into more casual clothes going backstage, but entered their assigned seats in the crowd to watch the other students perform.Then the fog machine went on, making fog because that’s its damn job,  and, the lights dimmed. Students started murmuring due to the scene change.

“Probably a theater major.” Namjoon thought to himself, most likely another Romeo and Juliet play, which was what occured the year before.

Dramatic violin music started playing, and the spotlight centered on a guy in a dark colored suit, with floral embroidery. He had light pink hair and the broadest shoulders ever to shoulder. (The blood sweat and tears photoshoot look) He had huge wings to accommodate his wide shoulders, and they were the same shade pink as his hair.

The guy looked up dramatically to stare into the souls of the crowd and began singing.

“Mitneun ge anya

Beotyeoboneun geoya

Hal su itneun ge

Na igeosppuniraseomeomulgo sipeo

Deo kkumkkugo sipeo

Geuraedo marya

Tteonal ttaega dwaetneungeol

Yeah it's my truth

It's my truth

Ontong sangcheotuseongigessji

But it's my fate

It's my fate

Geuraedo balbeodungchigo sipeo

Maybe I, I can never fly

Jeogi jeo kkoccipdeulcheoreom

Nalgael dan geotcheoreomeun an dwae

Maybe I, I can't touch the sky

Geuraedo son ppeotgo sipeo

Dallyeobogo sipeo jogeum deo”

The whole crowd shut up to appreciate this beautiful angel from Korea. Namjoon was shook. The shookest shooker than the previously shook crowd. He was Shook ™   

The man walked around the stage singing into the microphone making dramatic gestures every 5 seconds.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry nonononono. Oh. I’m crying. Very manly Namjoon.” Namjoon thought to himself as he had an internal crisis.

“Wide awake wide awake wide awake

Don't cry

Wide awake wide awake wide awake

No lie 

Wide awake wide awake wide awake

Don't cry

Wide awake wide awake wide awake

No lie”“THAT’S VERY DIFFICULT” Namjoon thought sobbing to himself.

“Maybe I, I can never fly

Jeogi jeo kkoccipdeulcheoreom

Nalgael dan geoscheoreomeun an dwae

Maybe I, I can't touch the sky

Geuraedo son ppeotgo sipeo

Dallyeobogo sipeoJogeum deo”

The spotlight on the mysterious pretty boy faded, and the music stopped. The whole crowd was silent.The lights all turned back on, then they all start clapping, it was a fucking encore. People were wolf whistling, screaming loads of things were happening. 

And more importantly that handsome dude was blowing kisses to the crowd.Mystery guy went backstage, and the next person came up to perform, but all Namjoon could think about was the handsome stranger who sang like an angel.

“Yoongi Hyung, do you know who that is?” Namjoon asked hesitantly as Yoongi was the scariest. Yoongi blankly stared at Namjoon making a shiver go down his spine.

“Yes, that’s Seokjin hyung. We have a class together.” Yoongi said with his piercing terrifying  glance.

Namjoon had stars in his eyes thinking of the beautiful man who had performed.The event went on for about 20 more minutes before the last performer went up, and the most important part of the event came up.The scouting.  

One of the many flying adults landed on the stage, and one of the students gave him a microphone. The man had a full black suit, and had circular glasses.

“Hello students, I am Bang Si Hyuk, my associates and I have been evaluating your performances. We will now call up students that have been chosen by my associates.” The man said into the microphone causing Namjoon and his group to sweat in nervous anticipation. Namjoon sweated an ocean.

“The group of 3, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. Soloist Kim Seokjin. Dancer and Singing group, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jeongguk. Group of five, Joy, Seulgi, Irene, Wendy, and Yeri.”

Said people came to the stage, some excited, some nervous, Namjoon stood right next to Kim Seokjin, the beautiful angel, smiled politely at Namjoon causing him to blush like he just walked in on Hoseok watching porn. (Trust me that’s happened)

Seokjin looked at Namjoon and said, “Hi, I’m Seokjin I saw your performance. It was great!”

Namjoon looked at Seokjin in surprise, this beautiful man liked his performance??? What?

“Hi, I’m N-Namjoon.” He stuttered out nervously, Seokjin smiled and went back to focusing on the man talking.

Namjoon drowned out Si Hyuk’s speech about getting jobs and other probably important stuff, because he was distracted by the broad shouldered man next to him, ecstatically listening to the speech.

“Oi! Namjoon!” Namjoon shakespearanly snapped his mind back to attention. It was Seokjin talking to him, trying to get his attention.

“We’re done we can head back to our dorms now.” Seokjin continued after successfully capturing the blushing guy’s attention.“Oh.” Namjoon said stupidly to Seokjin. Seokjin pranced like a unicorn off the stage, with a gloomy Namjoon after him. 

“So stupid Namjoon, could have said anything, literally anything.” Namjoon thought to himself walking off the stage.

“So Namjooooon~ Did you get to meet your mystery crussshhh?” Hoseok teased as he walked in the dorm room.Namjoon turned red, and said offended,

 “Seokjin’s not my crush!”

“I didn’t say Seokjin.” Hoseok said pointedly, causing Namjoon to blush even more.He ducked down his head as he walked to his room, feeling the judgy eyes of Hoseok.

The next day at the school was a “field trip.” Any students who brought camping equipment could join the school to camp in the forest, near the beach and the ever so infamous cliff.Namjoon and Hoseok were walking around the forest, while Yoongi was sleeping when the two heard chanting in the distance. 

“Hey Faggot!” “Pink haired chick, but wait! It’s a guy~” “Are you tryin to be cute!”

“Hey, where you going sweetheart?”

Namjoon and Hoseok started walking faster toward the sound of frat boys teasing someone, when they walked through the clearing of trees they saw Seokjin crowded by at least 5 frat boys who were pushing him around and teasing him near the edge of the cliff.

“Whatcha gunna do faggot?” The black-haired leader presumably, said to Seokjin as him and his group trapped Seokjin near the edge of the cliff. They flapped their wings aggressively, like chickens, at him.Namjoon’s eyes widened in fear for Seokjin, he started walking faster toward the group of boys, only to be held back by two of the group.

Seokjin’s face contorted in anger, and he pushed the leader as hard as he can, causing the leader to stumble back in surprise.

“Oh, so the pansy is going to fight back. Huh?” The leader stepped closer to Seokjin causing him to step back in fear. Then the leader pushed Seokjin just as hard as he was pushed, causing Seokjin to go tumbling off the cliff.

“NO!” Namjoon screamed, pushing the group of boys and ran towards the cliff where Seokjin fell. Without a thought, Namjoon dived off the cliff after Seokjin, the two fell at a quick rate before Namjoon reached Seokjin. H

e grabbed Seokjin in his arms and instinctively flapped his wings, causing the two to shoot up into the sky, higher than the cliff the two had previously fallen off of.Seokjin and Namjoon looked at each other in surprise, Namjoon flying high above the forest with his baby blue wings, with Seokjin in his arms.

“I guess we’re soulmates.” Seokjin said with a smile looking up at Namjoon.

“I guess we are.”

#namjoon #kim seokjin #namjin #fanfic #fluff #crackish #soulmate #wings