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ethan-bears · 4 years

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Home for Christmas (Nolan Patrick x Reader)

You've resigned yourself to spending this Christmas alone. But Nolan has other plans.

Author's note: I started writing this out as a thought to send to @lindylovegang for her soft thought night tonight but I realized it needed to be a small book whole fic instead, so I decided to do this instead of editing my final paper. This is also not edited. I might edit it later. Who knows.

Warnings: light swearing, holidays, slight angst but it gets fluffy real quick, it's my first fic so it's probably not great, I'm on mobile and I can't figure out "keep reading" and I'm very sorry

Word count: absolutely no idea but good luck fam

gif credit to: bretthowden

*****

This was not how you wanted to spend your first Christmas in Philadelphia. Ideally, you wouldn't even be in Philly at all right now. You should be on a plane back home to your family and friends and the warm, familiar streets of your hometown. You should be waking up tomorrow morning in your grandma's house with the smell of warm bread surrounding you like a hug.

But no. You were trapped.

The blizzard had started to roll in earlier this morning, and you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be that bad, right? It was just some flurries. They wouldn't ground any flights, right?

Oh how wrong you wound up being.

After three hours of waiting for news in the airport terminal, followed by another hour and a half desperately trying to reschedule your flight to a time that would still work and getting nothing out of every airline representative in the building, you somehow managed to get an Uber driver crazy enough to come get you in the ocean of snow. Fighting back tears, you tried to console yourself in the backseat. At least your apartment would be warm. And you had a little tree, so it would still feel like Christmas. You'd make some soup and Skype your family, and while it wouldn't be the same as being with them, it would be better than nothing!

"Reckless optimist," you sighed as you flipped the light switch to your apartment only to be met with continued darkness. Alone in a dark, cold, apartment on Christmas Eve, snowed in with nowhere to go in a city that came nowhere close to feeling like home. Merry Christmas. Slumping against the door, you felt your hot tears break free and cascade down your face. You decided to let all the stress and frustration that had been building all day take over your body, sobbing harder than you could ever remember. Each new wave shook your body, sending you to the floor. You didn't care. It couldn't get worse, so why not act like it?

During a pause in the festivities you decided to check your phone to see if you had any messages from your dad, only to find a text you definitely didn't expect from someone who was definitely not your father.

Sir Nolan the Rosy-Faced: hey, just checking in, i know you're probably mid flight rn but just wanted to make sure you land safely when you do. Crazy storm. Text me?

Sniffing, you paused to process the message. Nolan wanted to make sure you were safe? It shouldn't really have surprised you, but the fact that he was concerned enough to text you while he thought you were still midair was...touching.

You fired a short text back explaining that the flight wasn't happening, thinking he'd respond with a simple "okay" or an "oh, sorry to hear that :(". But the next text you got (mere seconds later) surprised you again.

Sir Nolan: oh my god that sucks! Wait.....does that mean you're home alone tonight?

Me: Yeah, and the power's out, so it's suuuper cold, but idk it's fine, I'll just layer up and go to bed early I guess

Sir Nolan: are you okay?

That one hit you like a truck. No, you thought, I'm really, really not.

Me: Yeah, I'll be fine

Sir Nolan: are you sure? Cause I can come over if you want.

Any other night, you would be losing your mind at an offer like that. Ever since you had met Nolan, you'd had the biggest crush on him. All other crushes seemed like weak sauce compared to how you felt about him. But you'd cried all your energy out. The best response your heart could muster was a meek, "Sure, but don't worry if the snow's just too much."

You were met with a resounding, "Already on my way."

You decided that if you were going to be having company you should at least get up off the floor. You shuffled your way into your bedroom, habitually flicking the light switch before you remembered it was pointless. You fumbled in the dark to your desk drawer, trying to find your flashlight, and once you found it you turned it on and started changing into your warmest pajamas. Now that you weren't just a puddle of self-pity, you started to think about Nolan's sudden inviting-over of himself. You first met him during training camp when your work friend brought you along to meet up with Travis, her boyfriend. She figured that since you were new to the city and also a huge hockey fan that it couldn't hurt to introduce you to some guys on the team and help you make some friends. You weren't sure what to make of Nolan at first. He seemed so quiet and awkward that you thought your own quietness and awkwardness would make conversation impossible with such a knockout of a man. You wound up being horribly wrong, once again, but that time it was in a good way. Neither of you were really the super-outgoing party type, so whenever one or both of you started getting exhausted with the atmosphere you'd usually drift off into your own conversation in a quieter part of the room. As a result, he became a good friend incredibly fast. It seemed there was nothing you couldn't talk about with him, even though you still got nervous about certain things. Like your personal feelings for him. But that had never come up before, so you were safe. For now.

You knew he knew all about how hard the transition to Philly has been for you. How homesick you get, how you can't help but wonder if you made a mistake taking the job offer that brought you here (even though it was your dream job), and how you felt like it was hard to click with so many new people. Which was probably why he seemed so worried about you being alone tonight. He knew you felt alone most of the time anyway.

An hour and a half had gone by and you were starting to get worried about him. He only lived 20 minutes away, and even with the snow, it shouldn't take him that long unless he was stuck and just too proud to call you. It had given you time to call your mom, which you were grateful for and made you feel a lot better, but you couldn't ignore the knot in your stomach anymore. You were just about to hit "call" when you heard a knock at the door. Or more like a thump at the door.

You practically sprinted over to open it for the man-sized popsicle with his arms full of grocery bags standing on your doorstep. You paused for a second with your mouth hanging open, both amazed by the fact that he actually came over and by...him. The cold made his already pink cheeks bright red, and the snowflakes were sticking to his long eyelashes and the free locks of hair that didn't fit under his beanie. You had never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

"Can...can I come in?" Nolan's teeth chattered, snapping you back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, sorry! God, Nol, you're shivering!" you remark, ushering him through the door. Not that inside was that much warmer, but anything was better than being out there.

"It's cold," he laughs.

"Wow, AND he's meteorologist!" you quip back. "What can Nolan Patrick not do?"

Shaking his head, he made a beeline for your kitchen, looking for a place to set his bags down.

"Took me forever to find a place that was still open tonight," he muttered, pulling what looked in the dark like to-go boxes out of one of the bags. You shined your flashlight up to the ceiling to make it light the whole room as Nolan continued to pull items from his three bags. You just stood there, still dumbfounded by him.

"Pat... what's all this?" you manage to squeak out.

"This," he said, pointing to the to-go tubs, "is soup. I'm not completely sure what kind, but I figured soup would be the best thing no matter what. I didn't know if you had any crackers, so I brought some saltines. And some oranges because I knew you'd want something fruity and healthy and oranges are festive. And this," he pulled a thermos out of the second bag, "is hot chocolate. Made it myself." He grinned, sliding it towards you, obviously proud of himself. You could barely contain your own grin, feeling yourself blush. You were proud of him too.

"I saved the best for last," he continued once you took a sip of the cocoa. You frowned.

"What else could you possibly have brought?" you asked, genuinely astonished.

He looked you in the eyes and gave you a smirk. Holy hell. You were glad he probably couldn't see how pink your own cheeks were getting. The things he did to you and he didn't even know.

He carefully pulled a basket out of the last bag, and you could see it was full of a bunch of other things. You couldn't believe it.

"Nolan..." You trailed off, feeling the tears starting to well up again. Inside the basket were a bunch of little gifts with a note that read "For: y/n, From: Us". It had some of your favorite candies, one of those cheesy home-state-scented candles, a scarf with your home team's name and logo on it, and a tin of your favorite tea from a tiny local tea shop in your home town. You tried your best to fight the tears, but you weren't strong enough, rendered useless from your earlier fit.

"Nol-" You couldn't even finish your question before your own sob choked you. You set your thermos and flashlight down to bury your face in your hands.

"Hey, hey," Nolan whispered, pulling you into a hug. You wasted no time in hugging him back, squeezing him as you sobbed into his chest. "Shhhh, it's okay," he muttered to the top of your head. He slowly ran a hand up and down your back, rocking you back and forth. It only made you more emotional. He had never hugged you before, and you hadn't been hugged like this in what felt like years. You just wanted to stay there in his arms forever and ignore the world around you.

"It was a team effort," he continued. "Some of us thought you could use some things that remind you of home."

"Who...who found the tea?" you said into his chest, muffled by his sweater.

"What?" He smiled, pulling out of the hug a bit to let you speak up.

You wiped your face and took a breath. "Who found the tea?"

He pulled the rest of the way out of the hug, much to your disappointment. He leaned his head down, staring at the floor.

"That was me," he mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I remembered you mentioning it, and it was hard to work out, but they agreed to send me some." Somehow, his voice kept getting lower and lower.

You could hardly believe your ears. He remembered that? You swore you had only mentioned it once in passing after you got a really disappointing chai from a coffee place down the street. You had no idea he had been paying attention. And he went to all the trouble of getting a store with a locals-only business model to ship a product long-distance. You started to wonder if.... No, you thought, don't get your hopes up again tonight.

You stared at him for another moment, trying to soak in the situation. He seemed surprised when you went back in for another hug.

"Thank you so much!" you whisper, knowing that if you said it any louder you'd start crying again. You could feel him relax into the hug and gave him a little squeeze before you ended it.

"Soup time?"

"Soup time." Nolan nodded, practically beaming.

You sat on the couch, eating as carefully as you could in the dark, though your eyes were getting pretty adjusted. From then on, it was conversation as usual. It came so naturally with him that even when you weren't saying anything, you were still happy. You exchanged stories about your favorite Christmases, what you thought the best cookies are, and weird things your families do during the holidays for hours, barely even noticing the time or the cold. At some point Nolan had pulled the blankets off the back of the couch and tossed them over both your laps. You didn't notice that you'd been getting closer and closer to him with every story until you laughed so hard you fell on his shoulder.

"Stop laughing!" He pouted, audibly trying to stifle his own laugh. "I almost got hypothermia. I could've died!"

"I can't...I can't!" you breathe between laughs. "You fell through the ice...but just one leg?!"

"Yeah, and I was stuck there on my side almost doing the splits between the ice and the water and my sister just stood there laughing. Just like you!" He nudged you, pretending to be annoyed. "But eventually she pulled me out and carried me back home. Couldn't move my leg for hours, it was just sticking straight out like..." He stuck his leg in the air, demonstrating, and only making you laugh harder. You could hardly breathe. You knew it probably felt funnier because of how exhausted you were, but you didn't care. Nolan had put a smile back on your face and back in your heart.

"Hey, Nolan?"

"Yeah?"

You swallowed. "I just... I'm not complaining that you're here, obviously, but... weren't you planning on spending tonight with Kevin and his family?"

"I was, but they've got each other, and someone else who's super special to me was sad and alone, which made me really sad to think about. You deserve to be happy and I wanted to help. Easiest decision I've ever made."

You really did not have it in you for another cry, so you settled for teasing him instead.

"That's really cheesy of you, softie."

"Take it while you can," he laughed.

"I know," you smiled.

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you let out a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Damn," Nolan remarked. You grunted in response, earning another laugh from him. "Wanna lay down?"

You nodded, leaning into his shoulder.

"You're warm," you sleepily drawl. You wanted to lay down, but you didn't want to get up to go to your bed. You wanted more snuggles, and right now you didn't care if he read into it or not.

He seemed to get the message, moving to lay down and taking you with him. He wrapped his arms around you after making sure the blankets covered you both as much as possible. You smiled contentedly, settling into your position and closing your eyes. You barely had time to contemplate how touchy he was being tonight compared to his normal reservations about hugs and touching before you were completely gone.

*****

Nolan woke up first the next morning. He was careful to move as little as possible to avoid waking you up. You looked so peaceful, curled up with your head on his chest. He felt his heart swell as you shifted to wrap your arms around his torso and fell back asleep within seconds. He smiled down at you, noticing how beautiful you were, even with your messy bedhead and your cheek squished against his chest. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Just the two of you.

The power had come back on at some point during the night, so it was no longer freezing in the apartment, and the lights on your tiny tree had come on as well. He glanced back over to the kitchen to the basket on the counter. It had been embarrassing enough to admit to being the one who hunted down the tea like a police dog, so he left out the part about the whole gift basket being his idea in the first place. He would've bought you everything himself, but he wanted you to know that you had other friends, too, and that they wanted to show you that they were thinking of you. The scarf was Carter's idea, the candy TK's. Claude had suggested the candle, and being the local expert on how to be good to the woman he loved, Nolan took the advice and bought the candle as well. It did make him strangely jealous of your hometown in a way he couldn't quite explain. He was worried that you would be looking for any excuse to move back home, which he really didn't want. If it made you happy, then of course he'd support you, but he'd never felt for anyone the way he felt about you. The way you laugh, how passionate you get when you talk about something you care about, whether that's a person, a subject, a place, or what the best pizza topping is. He loved everything down to the way you word your sentences. He loved how much you loved.

He was awoken from his thoughts by you stirring and opening your eyes to look at him.

"Merry Christmas," you mumbled.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled back.

You laid your head back down, enjoying the comforting rise and fall of his chest.

"You hungry? I can try and make you some breakfast. Emphasis on try," Nolan offered.

You laughed at the thought. "That'd be nice. But I don't wanna get up."

"Me neither," he sighed, tracing his thumb along your arm. He was not ready for when you suddenly shot off the couch, eyes manic and wide.

"Oh my god!" you shouted. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas! And you did all that last night!" You waved your hand at the kitchen. Nolan sat up, confused and cold, missing the weight of you on him.

"It's okay, y/n! I wasn't expecting anything."

"No, okay, I'm making you breakfast, and it's gonna be the best damn breakfast I've ever made. Lay back down," you insisted, marching off to the kitchen, wincing at the still-cold floor.

As nice as it sounded to stay under the warm blankets, Nolan didn't want to just sit there doing nothing. Suddenly he had an idea, even though it was a risky one. He decided it was a risk he needed to take eventually.

"Get out!" you playfully threatened, brandishing a spatula at him as he stepped into the kitchen. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I won't touch!"

"Good," you smirk, turning back to your pan.

Nolan shuffled around nervously, working up the courage to say what he wanted to. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

"I, uh...I have an idea for what you can give me. If you, uh, still want to give me something. Besides breakfast, I mean." Smooth, Patrick, he thought.

"What's that?" You met his gaze, making his stomach flip. The things you do to him and you have no idea.

"Maybe we can go out sometime? Like, just us. On purpose. To dinner or something?"

You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, making Nolan immediately second-guess himself. He bashfully broke your eye contact, focusing on the floor again. He felt the blush on his cheeks worsening.

"Are you... serious?" you ask, voice full of wonder.

"Of course I am!" he mumbled insistently. "Wouldn't ask if I wasn't."

You almost knocked him over with the force of your hug, a truly impressive feat.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!!!" you laughed, not even bothering to play it cool. Nolan smiled so much it started to hurt, but he didn't care. He felt like he could take off and fly, he was so relieved. The weight of the world was replaced by the weight of you clinging to his shoulders. And he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his Christmas. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, Christmas would be like this forever from now on.

*****

You relaxed into Nolan's arms as he followed you back to the stove, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. Suddenly, you felt something more than the giddy high of getting asked out by your crush. You felt a sort of peace you hadn't felt since before you moved.

You were home for Christmas.

#red i hope you like it im sorry if it's weird or if im weird #nolan patrick imagine #hockey imagines #emma writes

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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Bottled Up Feelings, Chapter Four (Cheryl/Blu) - Zyan

a/n: bit of a shorter chapter today but that’s fine. this one is pure fluff. hope you like it! thanks to my bb frey for beta-ing 💕

Chapter Four: Desire

The days kept on passing, and Cheryl had all but forgotten about her first wish. Though, honestly, Blu didn’t mind it at all.

It was uncommon for her to spend this much time out of the lamp, sometimes going back in the same day she went out, sometimes after a couple days in which the client was indecisive as hell, but in the end made all of their three wishes. However, Cheryl had practically erased the word “wish” from her vocabulary, replacing it with “desire” - giving everything she said a dramatic connotation like she was in one of the soap operas she liked.

“It’s to avoid confusion,” she had explained, and Blu didn’t say anything, because, honestly, it was priceless to see how Cheryl stopped mid-sentence every other moment and re-phrased everything she’d just said, just in order to avoid a single word.

Blu got used to it in no time, though; but in all fairness, it was easy to get accustomed to Cheryl.

She enjoyed the mornings when Cheryl had no will to make them breakfast and instead dropped not so subtle hints at Blu, so she’d use her magic; the walks to the studio with their arms linked as Cheryl talked about all the little details of the city; the quietness of the studio that allowed Blu to hear Cheryl singing under her breath as she cleaned up and ran the finances; the absolute mess that started once the students arrived, and Cheryl had to make use of her infinite patience to deal with the kids, Blu helping her with the grumpy ones by making use of her magic —just a little, minuscule bit; the stops they made on their way home to buy takeaway food if the class had been particularly rough; the smell of Cheryl’s strawberry shampoo filling her nostrils when they slept together. Blu didn’t know if she had something like this when she was a human, but she loved the simplicity of their routine.

And she was afraid of it. Blu feared not being able to go back to her normal life - the one she had before Cheryl, and, inevitably, the one she’d carry on with once the woman ran out of wishes.

That dull, monotone life without Cheryl to light up her days with her occurrences and neverending rants about girl groups.

Though she did miss her friends and her lamp, she had to admit her life had never been as exciting as it was now — the genie life had been entertaining during her first decade, but being trapped inside of a lamp, with the only news from the human world coming from the genies that had been recently out, was as fun as it sounded.

Cheryl referred to her life as “boring” and “normal”, but that was because she didn’t know genie life was horrendously monotone. Eating the same food every day, going to the same places with the same people, spending years without knowing when your lamp is going to be found, with the contradicting feeling of wanting to go out to the human world, but not having to grant any wishes.

Though Cheryl was probably the only human who made her enjoy her time outside so much, that she dreaded the thought of leaving her side.

It was a Saturday night and the rain was pouring outside. There was nothing interesting to see on TV — not even Cheryl’s bad soap operas to have a good laugh —, and Cheryl was painting Blu’s nails as she told her funny stories of night outs with her friends.

“You guys sound like you have a lot of fun together,” Blu said, trying to be as still as possible. “The other genies are fun, sure, but we’ve never done anything wild because of the excessive control they have over us,” she confessed, Cheryl cocked a brow.

“What do you mean? Who controls you?” She inquired with a slight frown. Blu panicked, shit, she shouldn’t have said that.

“Um, I don’t know if I can tell you…” She said, looking away. Cheryl knitted her brows in a frown.

“Blu, how did you exactly become a genie?” She asked softly, the question running around her head ever since she met her.

“If I knew, I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you either, I just know I’ve been one for about…” Blu scratched to the back of her brain, trying to remember the amount of years. “A hundred years, more or less.”

Cheryl’s mouth hung open.

“You’re older than my grandma, and you don’t look a day over twenty one!” She exclaimed, completely astonished. Blu giggled.

“Magic, I guess.” She shrugged, and Cheryl pouted slightly.

“I w— I desire to be young forever too, so I’d never have to stop dancing when my bones become old and tired,” Cheryl said with a dramatic tone, causing Blu to laugh softly.

Blu wanted to say it wasn’t as good as it sounded, that it was actually pretty lonely; the very first day of her training as a genie they said she shouldn’t get too personal with her clients, since one day they’d die and she would go on to live for the rest of the eternity, constantly missing them.

In other words, Blu was breaking the very first rule imposed on genies the moment she started to think she wouldn’t mind living with Cheryl forever.

But she didn’t say any of it, keeping it to herself.

“Why do you love dancing so much? Do you have an emotional story behind it or is it simply something that runs through your veins?” She inquired with a curious tone, blowing on her nails.

Cheryl laughed and began painting her own nails.

“It’s actually a nice story, not as dramatic as you’d think,” she answered with a smile. “All the women in my mom’s family were dancers, so I guess it runs in my veins. Growing up, I tried a little bit of everything, and ended up liking everything I tried. So here I am, twenty eight years young, teaching all kinds of dances.”

Blu whistled in amazement.

“I desire to be as passionate about something like you,” Blu said, prompting Cheryl to roll her eyes with a little smile.

“I’m sure there’s something you’re passionate about, you just have to try to find it,” Cheryl encouraged her with her usual optimism.

Blu didn’t want to bring up the going back to the lamp thing again; they were having a nice moment, and she’d noticed how Cheryl’s demeanour changed each time she mentioned it.

“I’m passionate about not going back to my world, just so I can stay with you,” Blu thought, not having the courage to say it out loud.

“You could help me finding it,” she suggested instead.

A soft smile spread across Cheryl’s face.

“I’d love that, darling.”

Blu woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and she saw a piece of paper attached to her lamp that wasn’t there when they went to bed.

She picked it up and a cold sweat ran down her back as she read it. Blu knew staying for too long would cause her troubles.

Blu made the letter disappear with a snap of her fingers and went back to sleep next to Cheryl, she had to make every moment count from now on.

#rpdr fanfiction #blu hydrangea/cheryl hole #blu hydrangea #cheryl hole #zyan #bottled up feelings #lesbian au #genie au #slow burn #be mine 2020 #day 4: desire #submission

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swanqueeneverafter · 5 years

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.36

Henry's Dreamscape. Dawn. (Rumplestiltskin walks along a candlelit path towards a mausoleum. Once inside, he approaches the altar. Waving his hand so that a picture of Belle appears, he begins talking to her.) Rumplestiltskin: "Can you hear me, Belle? It's me. Things aren’t going well. I know it's only been a short time since I began my journey without you, but it feels like an eternity.” Facilier: “That's good. (Rumplestiltskin turns to see a man sitting on a stool, his face covered with a mask. Standing, he removes the mask:) Quite good. Let it all out. After all, there's no greater pain than being separated from true love. Especially for someone like you, Dark One.” Rumplestiltskin: “I don't know why you're here, but you of all people should know I am no longer the Dark One. I suggest you go.” Facilier: “I use that title out of respect, and I came to help. You see, anyone can come here to talk to the dead. It's hearing them that's the trick.” Rumplestiltskin: “Only in this world is my wife dead. She, unlike you, is alive and well and with my son back home.” Facilier: “For now.” Rumplestiltskin: “Let me guess. You’ve struck some sort of deal with Morpheus so that should his army win, you get to come back to life.” Facilier: (Smiles:) “Not only that. Lord Morpheus has promised me immortality. Of course, had I known you were really so interested in surrendering your power, I would have loved to have taken it from you myself.” Rumplestiltskin: “Pity the Savior beat you to it.” Facilier: “Indeed. And by the time I got my hands on her, she had already removed the Darkness from herself and your world. That was a shame, but I managed to leave a lasting impression on her, regardless.” (Chuckles.) Rumplestiltskin: “You’re very proud of yourself for someone who has never had the courage to do things on his own. First you aligned yourself with the former Dark Ones, then my mother, and now Morpheus.” Facilier: “I don’t believe I need a lecture on courage from a notorious coward.” Rumplestiltskin: “Very well. I have lived with my own cowardice on that day for far too long, and soon I will get the chance to rectify that on the battlefield. But for now, I get the chance to do this. (Using his magic, Rumple raises Facilier off the ground, choking him:) You may be dead, but you can still feel pain.” Facilier: (Choking:) “Belle says you have to hurry.” Rumplestiltskin: “What was that, dearie?” Facilier: (Continues, still choking:) “Because she sees there's still darkness in you, and she's afraid that without her, you'll succumb to it.” (Noticing the scales returning to his hand, Rumplestiltskin releases Facilier, turning back towards the altar.)

Rumplestiltskin: “Don't worry, Belle. We will find a way to win this battle and defeat Morpheus. I promise.” Facilier: “Oh, you better hope you do because if you don't, this is the only reality you will ever know. (Rumplestiltskin walks past him out of the mausoleum:) Good luck, Dark One.” Dream World. Wonderland. (Ella sits atop a large toadstool awaiting Alice's return. Spotting something in the distance, she slides off the toadstool and moves closer.) Ella: (Smiling as she sees Henry approach:) "Henry!" Henry: "Ella!" (Rushing towards each other, their reunion is marred somewhat when they suddenly both find themselves suspended in mid air inside a large net.) Henry: "Great. A white rabbit trap. You all right?” Ella: (Breathing heavy:) “Yeah. (Henry chuckles:) I'm glad you think this is funny.” Henry: “Oh, no. It just reminds me of a story of how my grandpa met my grandma. He trapped her in a net.” Ella: “That's weird and aggressive.” Henry: “Yeah, well, she hit him with a rock first.” Ella: “Your grandma sounds like my kind of woman. Can you reach your sword?” Henry: “Yeah, let me see if I can. Yeah, no, I don't think I can get it. I think you're gonna have to get it.” Ella: (Struggles:) “I can't reach it. (Struggles some more then manages to use the sword to cut themselves loose, Ella landing on top of Henry:) Oof! Are you okay?” Henry: “Never better.” (They share a laugh before slowly leaning closer to share a passionate kiss.)

Gareth & Madelena's War Camp. (Moving quickly across the compound to avoid being seen, Madelena enters Lord Morpheus' tent.) Queen Madelena: "I'm ready to do whatever I need to join the dark, dark evil w...” (She gasps as Morpheus turns around holding a large knife and a baby.) Morpheus: “Excellent.” Queen Madelena: “Oh, God, no, sorry. That's beyond even me. (Chuckles:) Oh, fine, give it here.” Morpheus: “No, no. It's all right. I'm just babysitting for one of the kitchen staff. I was cutting up a peach for the little chap.” Queen Madelena: “Oh, sorry, I thought you meant... (Motions slitting her throat:) Kcch!” Morpheus: “Ah, right, so, the D'Dew. (Places the baby in the bassinet:) You're interested?” Queen Madelena: “Very. I'm in. Let's d'do it.” Morpheus: “Oh, God, that's very funny. Ha!” Queen Madelena: “Thank you.” Morpheus: “I think with these powers, you'll definitely win the war. And I think you'll find the D'Dew folks a fun group of people to be with.” Queen Madelena: “So, is there like a ceremony or something?” Morpheus: “No, you just sign a contract for your immortal soul.” Queen Madelena: “Oh.” (Morpheus hands Madelena the knife and goes to search for the contract.) Morpheus: “Ah, where did I put it? Ahh. Here. If... (Turns to see Madelena about to cut her palm with the knife:) No, no, no. You don't have to sign in blood.” Queen Madelena: “Huh?” Morpheus: “I just gave you the knife to hold. (Takes the knife from her and replaces it with a quill:) A quill is fine. (Chuckles:) Yes, but points for enthusiasm, though.” (Madelena signs the contract.) Queen Madelena: “If you could, let's just keep this as our little secret. There's no reason Gareth needs to know.” Morpheus: “Of course. Now please step away from the baby. You really freaked me out before.” Queen Madelena: “Yes, sure, no problem.”

Henry's Dreamscape. Forest. (Standing beside a portal, through which Alice, Will & Tiana have just exited, Emma and Regina wait anxiously for their son to emerge.) Alice: "Prepare yourselves. In this world, Henry looks a little different." Regina: "Different? How different?" (Before Alice can reply, two more figures jump out of the portal.) Henry: (Spotting them:) "Moms!" Regina: "Henry?" Emma: "Oh, my God. Look at you!” Henry: “I know, I know.” (Emma and Henry embrace while Regina looks on, stunned.) Emma: “Guess I really will have to stop calling you 'kid'." Henry: "Guys, there's someone I want you to meet. (Stepping aside:) This, is Ella." Ella: (Smiles:) "It's so nice to finally meet you both. Henry's told me so much about you." Regina: (Chuckles:) "And yet we've heard so little about you. Could you excuse us a moment?" Ella: "Of course. (While the Swan-Mills' talk among themselves, Ella walks over to stand with Tiana, Will & Alice:) Well that was strange. How could they be Henry's mothers? Does time work differently where you come from?" Tiana: (Scoffs:) "You have no idea." Will: "Trust me, luv, I've had a lot of experience meeting parents, and that could've been a lot worse." Tiana: "Excuse me? How much experience?" Will: (Coughs, awkwardly:) "A few?"

(Henry and Regina embrace.) Regina: "Oh, I was so worried about you." Henry: "Me? Alice told me what you've both been through to get here. I'm so sorry I got you into all of this. What if something had happened either of you, or to the baby?" Regina: (Taking Henry's hands in hers:) "Shh. Henry, you know there's nothing that would ever stop us from helping you. Now, tell us about Ella." Henry: (Chuckles:) "There'll be plenty of time for that later. We've got a battle to win." Emma: "Yeah, about that. Henry, you've just returned from another dreamscape, meaning that you must've left this one right? (Henry nods:) So how come this place didn't just... fade away?" Henry: "Actually, Morpheus kind of explained it to me as he held me captive. It’s funny how bad guys always explain their evil plans. Anyway, it turns out that after several millennia of merely watching other people's dreams play out in his world, Morpheus began creating his own. Building dreamscape after dreamscape, expanding his dominion over centuries. And not just the land, the people too." Regina: "Sounds like he considers himself to be an Author of sorts." Henry: "Exactly. So when you guys joined the Realms of Story, Morpheus started his plans to take over everything." Emma: "And you were part of his plan?" Henry: (Nods:) "Morpheus knew he needed to find the perfect dreamscape for me to keep me returning to his world. Well, turns out he couldn't find an exact match and so that's why I look like this." Regina: "He aged you to... fit the narrative?" Henry: "Yeah. He made me the hero, which is all I've ever wanted. Of course, I was so blinded by living my dream that I failed to realise it was a trap. He chose me because I'm your son and when the time was right, he'd set his trap. (Sighs:) Again, I’m so sorry, Moms." Emma: "Hey, this is not your fault." Regina: "That's right, and now that we're all back together, nothing Morpheus can do will be able to stop us. (Henry smiles:) There's just one thing I want to know... (Glances over at Ella:) How serious are things with you and Ella?" Henry: (Groans:) "Mom." Regina: "I just think she has the right to know how old you really are." Henry: (Looks to Emma, then back to Regina:) "You're absolutely right. And while I'm telling her that, perhaps I can tell Ella the real age difference between you two?" Emma: (As Regina's jaw drops:) "Ouch. Direct hit. Well played, Henry." Henry: (Smiling at Regina:) "Thanks, Mom."

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

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Traveling Home Chapter 8: The Ruins

Summary: I probably won't update again for a while. I have more midterms coming up and finals are coming up as well. Panchito will vary between calling Donald his real name, Donal', and Donaldo as he and José have called him all these before in the comics.

Notes: Donald attempts to escape the temple. Scrooge and the others begin to talk about funeral plans. Panchito and Perrosá finally reach the ruins.

Previous Chapter: https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/173408138832/traveling-home-chapter-7-the-news

Next Chapter: https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/175429927832/traveling-home-chapter-9-the-ruins-part-2

Donald couldn’t stop pacing.

The Ahuizotl knows I’m trying to escape. That’s why it’s destroying the stairways. It wants to trap me here.

He slid the bag off his shoulders.

Is there anything in here I can use?

He tossed aside supplies, garbage wrappers from the small number of snacks he had eaten, and an empty water bottle. At the very bottom of his bag, was a long coil of rope.

That’s right! When Scrooge and I were stuck in the quicksand, we used HIS rope! I can escape with this!

He chucked everything back into his bag and slung it over his shoulders again. He walked back to the last stairway he was at. When he entered the wrecked room and couldn’t hear the Ahuizotl, Donald got right to work. He tied a lasso and picked his way across the room to the hole in the ceiling where the stairway was. Donald scanned the room above for anything he could snag the rope onto.

It took a while but he found a broken support pillar that was still attached to the floor. Donald threw the rope several times and smiled when it hooked. As he hoisted himself onto the rope, he heard a thunderous roar from the Ahuizotl.

Oh, great! He figured it out!

Donald started climbing as quickly as he could but just as he was almost to the top, the Ahuizotl burst into the room.

“Oh, come on!” He shrieked.

The Ahuizotl turned its attention to him. It lunged and Donald barely managed to swing the rope out of the way fast enough to dodge it. However, he had forgotten about the hand for a tail. As the Ahuizotl lunged past, the hand dug its nails tightly into Donald’s leg.

“Augghh!”

His grip slipped and he slid a few inches on the rope. He was supporting his weight and the weight of the Ahuizotl hanging from his leg. Donald kicked out at the hand with his other foot. He landed several hits but it didn’t seem to deter the Ahuiztol’s grip at all. It made Donald slide down another few inches on the rope.

“I’m not dying today, so LET GO!” He swung himself on the rope.

The Ahuizotl swung into the wall and as it weakened its grip in pain, Donald kicked at the hand as fiercely as he could. The nails ripped through his leg but it gave a shriek as it released its grip and slammed into the ground. Donald wasted no time climbing the last few inches up and heaved himself over the edge. He hobbled away from the hole towards the entrance to the ruins and didn’t stop until he was standing at the border between the marshes and the ruins.

“F-Finally. I m-made it.” He slid to the ground next to a chunk of stone.

Donald looked down at his leg as shouldered the bag off. It was bathed in red but he couldn’t tell if it was from the sunset or the blood from the gashes in his leg. He grabbed his phone and the bandages from the bag. As he cleaned and wrapped his leg, he noted it would probably need another dressing as the bandages were quickly turning red. He then grabbed the phone and turned it on. Or tried to.

“Come o-on. S-Stupid phone! Please t-turn on!”

He tried again but it didn’t work. It was dead. Donald slumped against the stone.

“H-Ha, ha, ha, h-ha. W-Who gets s-stuck with all the b-bad luck? No-one b-but Donald D-Duck.”

Day 4 Evening

“Thank you all for coming at such short notice. I know this is a hard time for everyone but I appreciate the fact that you put aside your busy lives to come. Even though your all staying at the mansion, I called this meeting to discuss the funeral arrangement for Donald.” Scrooge addressed everyone around him.

He noted all of Donald’s friends were seated together on the couch, except for Panchito and José. Panchito hadn’t replied to the letter they had sent but José promised that he would arrive in 3 days. He was planning to see if he could find Panchito first before he caught a plane to Duckburg. Feathry and Gladstone had sat together on the armchair. Grandma Duck was sitting with Daisy on the loveseat. The two were holding the other’s hand and tearfully listening along to Scrooge. All the children were somewhere in the mansion.

“Now, I plan to cover the costs of everything but I wanted your opinion on the service and the date. Since everyone is already here, I believe that setting the funeral for four days from now will give us time to prepare everything.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Then that is settled. I wanted to get input from you guys for…”

The kids were all huddled together in Huey’s room.

“It’s hard to believe that he’s dead.” Huey whispered.

Louie nodded. “I kept waking up in the middle of the night to see if he’s checked on us or fixed the bed.”

Dewey sighed. “Remember how he used warble in his sleep whenever one of us started having a nightmare?”

“Yeah… It always calmed us down really quick.” Louie chuckled.

“Or how he would dull sharpened pencils so we couldn’t prick ourselves with them?” Dewey chimed in.

The three chuckled at the memories.

“I keep thinking this is all a bad dream and we’re just gonna wake up and he’ll be there spazzing in worry.” Louie’s voice cracked.

Webby frowned sadly at them. She looked at the door and then back to the boys.

“Do you think you should talk to Scrooge soon?” Webby questioned.

The boys had turned the cold shoulder to him ever since they got the news.

Huey sighed.

“Yeah. We should apologize. I lost my temper and he didn’t deserve that.”

Louie and Dewey turned to Huey.

“He totally deserved it!” Louie started.

“No, he didn’t. It was an accident and we pushed all the blame on him. He’s hurting too and we are only making it worse.”

The two looked at the ground.

“…You’re right. We’ll talk to him after their meeting.”

Louie turned to Dewey.

“Seriously, Dewy? You’re going to agree with him?”

Dewey put a wing on Louie’s shoulder.

“Family helps family, Louie. I know Uncle Donald had a grudge with Uncle Scrooge, but he wouldn’t want us to have one.”

Louie couldn’t hide the pained whimper that sounded from him. Webby and his brothers hugged him. Louie took a deep breath.

“Alright. We’ll talk after the meeting.” They all nodded.

After that everyone devolved into awkward silence. Max looked around the room and saw the tv and game station in the corner. Max cleared his throat.

“When my mom passed away, Dad and I spent time together in order to cheer each other up. Maybe we could play games now and then after you guys talk with Scrooge, we can go hang out with everyone. It’s been a long time since we’ve had so many friends and family in the same place.”

The others smiled at him. Leave it to a Goof to cheer everyone up.

Day 4 Night

Panchito and Perrosá walked through the mountains as quickly as they could. When night fell, they slept until the moment the sun broke the sky and it was light enough to see. By the end of the 2nd day, the two had reached the base of the mountain.

“Should we wait for morning to reach the temple? It can be dangerous maneuvering through the marshes.” Perrosá questioned.

“If you are still up for continuing then I would like to do so. Donald might be in trouble and I know if our situations were reversed, he wouldn’t stop unless he needed to.” Panchito strode forward.

He pulled the stick from his back and starting forward, poking ahead of him as he went. Perrosá shrugged and followed along. The moon, although not full, was still bright enough that the two could see relatively well. They walked for several minutes when Panchito noticed something odd sticking out of the mud.

“Aye! A hiking stick! This must’ve been Donald’s. We are close my friend.” Panchito grabbed the stick and placed it in the basket on his back.

“Are you sure you two are not hermanos? You’re enthusiasm knows no bounds amigo and I feel like only familia would know how to deal with it for as long as you’ve known each other.” She teased.

Panchito laughed heartily.

“Sí, Perrosá! José, Donaldo, and I are hermanos honorarios. The Three Caballeros! We write letters all the time and every now and then, we’ll get together. I don’t know what I’d do if I he was gone.”

The mood turned somber.

Perrosá let out a soft sigh. She patted his shoulder and they continued onwards.

Compared to their trip through the mountains, getting through the marshes wasn’t as long, but it was much more dangerous. Multiple times, the two had almost walked into quicksand. Eventually, they were finally approaching the ruins.

“I think we should rest once we reach the ruins. Going through the marshes was stressful and You and I need to be ready in case we encounter the Ahuizotl while looking for Donald.” Perrosá advised.

Panchito sighed. He looked up from the ground and scanned the ruins.

“I think there’s a good spot over there. There’s a slab of stone that- “Panchito’s eyes widened.

There, slumped against the stone, was Donald Duck. He was unconscious.

“Donal’!”

Translations

“Hermano(s)” – Brother(s)

“Amigo” – Friend

“Familia” – Family

“Honorarios” – Honorary

“Caballeros” - Gentlemen

#donald duck #panchito pistoles #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #huey dewey and louie #max goof #ducktales fanfiction #ducktales

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kaialone · 6 years

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Yokai Watch Busters 2 Translation

(Masterpost for my Yokai Watch translations can be found here)

This will contain major spoilers for Yokai Watch Busters 2, specifically Chapter 8, so proceed with caution.

With that being said, this will be a translation of the aftermath of the battle with Gowin Bundory.

These are the scenes that follow right after the battle with Gowin, the related scenes of which I have translated here, so I recommend reading that if you want more context.

Bolded is the original Japanese; for reference and in case someone who is better at Japanese reads this, and feels like correcting something.

Bolded and italicized is my translation.

(Number) Indicates I got a specific comment to make on that part in the translation notes.

Please keep in mind that I’m a beginner when it comes to Japanese, so it’s possible that I make mistakes, too.

After the Battle with Gowin:

Jibanyan: ん？ここはどこニャン？ Hm? Where are we, nyan?

Zom B Chopper: ああれを見ろ！ Ah, look at that!

Zom B Chopper: なんだこれは… 船を操縦するための舵 …つまりハンドルだな！ What is this... A rudder to steer a ship... ...in other words, a steering wheel! (1)

Jibanyan: うーん何かありそうだけど全然��かんないニャ〜ン�� Hmm, seems like there’s something up with this, but I don't get it at all, nyaaan.

Indy Jaws: きさまら死にたいのかぁぁ！ Do you want to die or something!?

Indy Jaws: こんなものあきらかなワナだ！触るんじゃないっ！ This is an obvious trap! Don't touch it!

Indy Jaws: いいか？ちょっとでも触ろうもんなら… Got it? Even the slightest touch could....

Indy Jaws: ってさめえええええっ！ Ah- Sameeeeeee! (2)

Jibanyan: めちゃめちゃガッツリさわってるニャーン！ You just totally touched it as much as possible, nyaan!

Whisper: え？え！うわわ… 床が動きますよ〜！ Huh? Huh!? Uwawah... The floor is moving!

Zom B Chopper: そうか…！これはハンドルを「右に回すと床が上へあがる」しかけだな！ I see...! This wheel is a mechanism that "raises the floor when turned to the right"!

Komasan: もんげ〜！！さすが大大大冒険家ズラ〜！ Mongeee! As expected from a Great Great Great Adventurer!

Jibanyan: この島に来てはじめて謎を解いているとこ見たニャン！ This is the first time I’ve seen you solving a puzzle, since we came to the island, nyan!

Whisper: でもグーゼンですけどね〜！ Even though it was an accident, whis!

Indy Jaws: グ… グーゼンではない！ワナにさえ愛され味方にする！ It wasn't an accident! Let the trap love you, and turn it into an ally!

Indy Jaws: そそれくらいでないと大大大冒険家とは言えないのだよ！ I-if you can't even do that, you can't call yourself a Great Great Great Adventurer!

Indy Jaws: ハハハ… ハ〜ッハッハッハ！！ Hahaha... Haaahahaha!!

Notes:

The word I translated as steering wheel is ハンドル/handoru in Japanese, which is derived from the English world “handle”, and can be used to refer to the steering wheel of a car.

Indy Jaws often uses さめ/same, which literally translates to shark, as an exclamation of suprise, shock, or the like.

On a Higher Floor:

Jibanyan: ニャニャ… なんだニャン？ Nyanya... What's this, nyan?

Indy Jaws: 見ろ…！祭壇だぞ！安置されている宝玉は…。 Look...! An altar! And the jewel that's enshrined there...

Zom B Chopper: ああ！あれこそ「バンバラストーン」……！！ Ahh! That's the "Banbara Stone"...!!

Jibanyan: ニャ… ニャニャ！？ Nya... Nyanya!?

Indy Jaws: あ… ジバニャンの宝剣が勝手に…！ Ah... Jibanyan's Treasure Swords are acting on their own...!

Jibanyan: やったニャン！「バンバラストーン」ゲットだニャン！！ Hooray, nyan! We got the "Banbara Stone", nyan!!

Zom B Chopper: 秘宝に認められたんだ…！やったな！よし… 早くここを離れようぜ！！ The Hidden Treasure accepted us...! We did it! Alright... Let's hurry up and get out of here!!

Jibanyan: わかったニャン！ Got it, nyan!

As they’re about to leave:

Indy Jaws: ん？待て！あれを見ろ！ Hm? Wait! Look at that!

Dandory: はぁ…はぁ…くくく… 待ち待ったぜこの時を！！ *pant*… *pant*… Hehehe… We've been waiting for this moment!!

Indy Jaws: くっまたお前たちか… 往生際が悪いぞ！！ Kch, you again… You just don't know when to quit!!

Dandory: バンバラヤーの秘宝が復活… ってことはいるんだろ？ The revival of the Hidden Treasure of Banbarayā… That's it, isn't it? (1)

Dandory: 壺の妖怪… 「カナエンデス」！！ Yōkai of the Vase… “Kanaendesu”!! (2)

Black Catleen: ふふふ… やはりお前たちも来たかしつこいやつらめ… Hehehe… So you came after all. What a persistent lot… (3)

Whisper: うぃす？どいうこと？ Whis? What's this?

Kirene: あぁっ！！ Ahh!!

Dandory: ふ…ふふ… 参ったぜ本当にその姿のままなんだな… Heh… Hehe… I'm at loss. You really have become like this…

Tanto: か… 母ちゃん！？母ちゃん！！ M… Mommy!? Mommy!!

Spatto: あっタント！！ Ah, Tanto!!

Tanto: わかるかい母ちゃんオイラだよ！ずっとずっと探してたんだよォ！ You understand, Mommy? It's me! We've been lookin' for you for so long!

Whisper: ええっお母さん！？ブンドリー一家の？ What!? The Bundory Family's mother?

Whisper: でそれが壺の妖怪？ど…どゆこと〜？ And, she is this Yōkai of the Vase? W… What are you talking about?

Spatto: バ… バカ！いくなタント！！ You… You idiot! Stay away from her, Tanto!!

Spatto: 今の母さんは… 母さんじゃないんだっ！！ Mom is not… she's not Mom anymore!!

Dandory: まだ小さかったあいつには話してないんだ… Since he was still small, we didn't tell him…

Dandory: 母さんと壺の妖怪が… 合体していることを！ …that our mother and the Yōkai of the Vase… have fused!

Everyone: ええーっ！？ Whaaaat!?

Black Catleen: くっ… ななんだコイツは！！ええい！はなれろっ！！ Kch… What's with this one!? Arrghh! Get off me!!

Tanto: うわああああ！！！ Uwaaahh!!!

Indy Jaws: 地鳴りだ！やばいぞ！ Rumbling! This is bad!

Black Catleen: なんだ！？塔が… 変形する？ What!? The tower is… changing shape?

Black Catleen: 秘宝の前にして… こんなことがぁぁっ！！ Why does this have to happen… when the Hidden Treasure is right there!?

Dandory: タント… タントはどこだあっ！！ Tanto… Tanto, where are you!? Ah!!

Tanto: ゴメンよぉ… オイラいっつもみんなの足引っぱってばっかでさあ… Sorry… 'm always just draggin' you guys down…

Dandory: ガレキが… タントっ！う…動くな The debris… Tanto! D… Don't move!

Dandory: 待ってろ！兄ちゃん今行くからな！ Just wait! Your big brother will be right there in a moment!

Gowin: ハッハッハァァ！！ここはワシとバアちゃんにまかせろや！ Hahahahaaa!! You can leave the rest to me and Grandma!

Toranka: ハッハアア！その通りだよォ！ Haha! That's right!

Gowin: グハハ…… フウ…… フウ…… Guhaha… *huff*… *huff*…

Dandory: 親父…！ばあちゃん…！バスターズとの戦いでもう力が… Dad…! Grandma…! You're still out of energy from fighting the Busters…

Gowin: グハハ… バッスルしすぎたかのォ Guhaha… Guess they busted us. (4)

Kirene: イヤぁ！パパ〜っ！おばあちゃん〜！！ No! Papa! Grandma!!

Komasan: タントさぁ〜ん！待ってるズラ〜 Tanto! Hang in there!

Komasan: スィーツ好きどうし助け合いズラ！！ Sweets lovers gotta help each other!!

Treasure Komasan: よいしょっ… ズラ Heave-ho…

Tanto: コ… コマさん… オイラなんかのために Ko… Komasan… You're doin’ this for someone like me…

Dandory: タント…… お前… Tanto… You…

Tanto: ゴメンよ兄ちゃん敵なのに友だちになっちゃって… 'm sorry big bro, I made friends with him, even though he's our enemy…

Dandory: ありがとよバスターズ弟をたのむぜ Thank you, Busters. Please, take care of our little brother.

Dandory: おい！スパット！キレーネ！ Hey! Spatto! Kirene!

Dandory: 親父たちを追うぜ！ヤツと決戦だっ！！ We're going after Dad and the others! This will be the final battle with that guy!!

Spatto: ああ！ Right!

Kirene: うん行きましょう！ Yeah, let's go!

Tanto: 兄ちゃん！姉ちゃん！み… みんなあああっ！ Big bros! Big sis! G… Guys!

Zom B Chopper: おい！やつらが上の階に！追うぞっ！ Hey! They're going to the upper floor! Let's go after them!

Zom B Chopper: さあ急げウィスパー！！ Now, hurry up, Whisper!!

Whisper: うぃす〜〜っ！？この流れで私に来ます！？ Whiiiis!? You're coming at me with that!?

Whisper: いやいや！おかしいでしょ〜〜っ！！ Oh, no, no! You're not making sense!!

Zom B Chopper: お前一番その輪っかのハンドルに近いんだよ！ You're the closest to that steering wheel!

Zom B Chopper: 右に回して床を上げろ！ Turn it to the right and raise the floor!

Indy Jaws: そうだ早くやれ！！穴が閉じるぞ！！ Yes, and hurry it up!! The opening is closing!!

Whisper: あわわ… 右って言ったらどっちです！ Awawa... When you say right, which one do you mean?

Whisper: いつも私が鼻をホジホジする方の手？ The hand I always use to pick my nose?

Jibanyan: どっちでやってるかなんて知らないニャン！ As if I'd know which one you do that with, nyan!

Whisper: ですね！そうこっち！こっちが右手！ True! Right, this one! This one is my right hand!

Whisper: ハイ息すってぇ〜… 右に力を入れてぇ〜… Alright, take a deep breath... Put your strength into your right hand aaaand...

Whisper: 回すぅぅ！！！！ Turn it!!!!

Zom B Chopper: おいハンドルは「右」から回しちゃったら「左」に行くだろうが… Hey. If you turn the wheel from the "right", it will go "left", you know...

Whisper: …うぃすぅ〜？ ...Whis?

Indy Jaws: 何やってんださめぇぇぇぇぇ〜〜！！ What are you doing, sameeeeeee!!

Notes:

The term バンバラヤー/Banbarayā could be romanized in different ways, for example the first syllable “Ban-” could also be romanized as “Bam-”, the middle part “-bara-” could also be “-bala-”, and the ending “-yā“ could also be romanized as “-yar”, “-yaa”, or “-yah”.

Kanaendesu is taken from 叶えんです/kanaendesu, which translates to “it is granted”, as in, a wish is granted. It's also noteworthy that デス/desu is the Japanese spelling of the English word “death”, and I feel that this is likely intentional here, so the name could be spelled as Kanaendeath. But, I’m sticking with a literal romanization for now.

This “form” is labelled Black Catleen later in the game, so that’s what I’m using here.

In Japanese, I’m fairly sure he is making a pun on バスターズ/basutāzu (”Busters”) with the word バッスル/bassuru (”to punish”).

#yokai watch #youkai watch #yo kai watch #yokai watch busters 2 #busters 2 #yokai watch spoilers #bundory family #yokai watch translations #my translations

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meepface · 7 years

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these questions seem very therapeutic and i have been havin a week so im gonna do em, please ignore me

1. What can you do today that you were not capable of a year ago?

say no to people!! post selfies and not feel ashamed of myself for doing so!! stand up for myself without immediately crying!!

2. What has been on your mind most lately?

well this week i’ve been in kind of a negative headspace so i have sorta thought about how much easier dying would be than dealing with any of my problems, but i have also thought about how much i don’t actually wanna kill myself also so i’ve been feelin sorta trapped between ‘mannnn if i would just fucking do it’ vs ‘but i don’t wanna my mom would be sad’, so that’s a real fun time!

3. Right now at this moment; What do you want right now?

i wanna feel myself again honestly. i’ve felt super weird n distant from who i used to be and who i wanna be and i feel like im just floatin. i feel super dissociative and i don’t feel genuine in how i behave anymore like idek myself. another super fun time!

4. In order of importance, How would you rank: Money, Happiness, Love, Health and Fame?

love (not strictly the romantic kind), happiness, health, money, fame

5. What would best describe the way you have spent your time in the last month?

feel like i’ve been wastin a lot of time bein super unhappy. buuuuut i spent a lot of time with people i love last month so that was good. kinda mixed, neutral feelings about it

6. What is the #1 motive in your life now?

to learn how to live for myself more

7. In one sentence, who are you?

i would say i am an extreeeeemely sensitive and compassionate person who’s always tryin to do the right thing and make a few people laugh when i can

8. What do you want to be known for?

being good and kind and gentle and positive

9. If you had to move 3000 miles away, what would you miss most?

my family, my dogs, my girlfriend, my friends, my grandma, this local restaurant that has amazing pancakes, my university bc i really like it there, the general atmosphere of downtown Austin, my therapist, my bedroom. in no particular order

10. In one year from today, how do you think your life will be different?

hopefully i’m taking care of myself well, am happy in my current situation and if i’m not i am actively working to do what i need to do to fix that, maybe i’ll have finally gotten another job and have moved out possibly. who knows. just hope im doin well

11. Who makes you feel good about yourself?

my friend Stein, my mom, my girlfriend, my therapist, a few of my internet friends

12. What are the top 3 qualities you look for in a friend?

someone who makes me laugh, someone who is a good listener, someone extremely supportive and non-judgmental

13. What has fear of failure stopped you from doing?

joining a club and being more social in college, getting another job, moving out, making videos, volunteering at this abuse center i’d really love to volunteer at

14. What is something you have always wanted since you were a kid?

a golden retriever

15. What stands between you and something you want?

fear of change

16. What do you do when nothing else seems to make you happy?

i find something to calm me down and distract me, like a game or something i can play so i stop thinking too much. also talking to someone helps but whenever i’m not in the mood to talk i try to do something to distract myself, or go to sleep if it’s a good time to

17. What do you need to spend more time doing?

being with friends and family, writing

18. When did you first realize that life was short?

i mean i had a few near-death experiences as a kid but none of em i was like “wow i could’ve died and that would’ve been the end” bc i didn’t really process them like that when i was that young. one of first times that i can remember feeling really deeply anxious about how short life really is is when i saw a bad car wreck just last year that had just happened and (TW ahead) i saw a person dead on the road with his head smashed. that was so scarring for me and now wrecks make me uncomfortable and i used to drive kinda recklessly as a dumb suicidal thing but now i would never ever drive the way i used to. another time i can think of is when a girl in my grade who i had actually been close friends with all throughout middle school up until freshman year died in a car wreck and our whole school was devastated

19. What issues do you continually refuse to confront?

honestly i want to confront and fix or work on all of my issues lmao so

20. What is something a lot of people do that you disagree with?

there’s a lot of homophobic and transphobic people in the small Texas town that i work in and a lot of em say super offensive things really casually and i hate it so much. also a lot of people enjoy jolly ranchers which i will never understand

21. What is a common misconception people have about you?

i’m shy, i’m straight, i’m lazy, i don’t work hard

22. What is something no one can take away from you?

no one could pull me away from my mom tbh that bitch knows everything and no one can tell me not to tell her what they tell me bc she’s gonna know in the next hour

23. What is something you would hate to go without for a day?

ummm chicken probably. it’s all i eat

24. When you look into the past what do you miss the most?

how cheerful and happy i was in 2015 and some of 2016!!!!!! the fuck happened!!!!

25. What memory from the past year makes you smile the most?

hmmm probably the times my gf and i spent hours making out n stuff in parking lots bc we finally got over our fear of havin our first kiss w each other and went all out

26. What is the number one change you need to make in your life within the next twelve months?

hmmm don’t wanna share it but i know in my head the answer to this

27. If not now, then when?

when i’m ready and when i know for sure that it’s what i want. because right now i don’t know what i want with my life but i just know that right now i am not happy. baby steps

28. What have you done that you are truly proud of?

i gained soooooo much confidence after graduating high school. came out to everyone, told my mom i wanted to finally try to go to therapy which has been a blessing for me

29. What is something new you have recently learned about yourself?

i’ve learned where my dependency issue that i used to have super bad stemmed from. i’m kinda growin from that though. i still have residual anxieties that were caused by it but nothin i can’t work through

30. What do you want to remember forever?

hmm. probably that one quote that’s like “anything that costs your peace is too expensive”. either that orrrrr that one scene in the office where Jim gets drunk and crashes his bike into the bushes

31. What could society do without?

religion (yikes yikes yikes) (don’t hate me, just hear me out) - this doesn’t mean the spirituality of it but like..... the whole rules and order part of it. the ancient outdated books and everything being taken so literally in today’s world. everyone could have their own takes and believe in their own things and they can just be without feeling like they either have to go to church or celebrate a religious holiday or be a certain way bc ‘god’, whoever they may be, wants them to. idk i like to believe there’s a higher power that just represents love, in its purest form, and that’s it. that’s all you gotta know about them. there’s no rules to that, you just do with that what you will, learn from that what you can. does this make sense at all

32. What is the one thing right now, that you are totally sure of?

right now i am totally sure that i shouldn’t have started doing this survey bc i am exhausted and i have work in the morning but i’m definitely gonna finish it

33. If you had the opportunity to get a message across to a large group of people, what would you say?

be kinder and gentler, thank you

34. What is something that you said you would never do, but have since done?

this is uhhh super emo but i didn’t think i’d live this long and here the fuck i am

35. What is something you changed your mind about when you grew older?

my feelings about The Gays, since i grew up to be one and when i was little i was terrrrified of that idea. i didn’t care if other people were but when it came to me i was like noooo way jose. also? the concept of marriage? i’ve become super apathetic towards it. i don’t care if i end up married or not anymore, i will commit to someone for life regardless and i don’t need a ceremony and anything official to prove that. buuuuut that being said, if my future partner wants to be married, i’m 200% there and i’m already starting to think about our wedding color scheme. man. idk if i’d rather wear a suit or a dress at my wedding

36. What didn't last forever, but was still worth your while?

hmmm maybe my current therapy stuff?? i know one day i’m gonna stop going to therapy but man have i learned a lot and man have i grown. i truly think everyone needs to go to therapy at least once in their life, you learn things that are valuable in every aspect of life

37. If you could go back and time and tell the younger version of yourself something, what would you tell?

you’re not stupid, you’re allowed to make mistakes, maaaybe ask for the braces that aren’t clear bc those just made your teeth look massive and you hated yourself while they were on and you can’t look at pictures with them even years later. aaaand they made you super insecure about your mouth and smile even years down the line so, please dodge that bullet if ya can. also you’re super gay!

38. If you knew you were dying in the next 60 seconds, what would your last words be?

finally

39. When it is all said and done, would you have said more then you've done or vice versa?

hmm i’ve probably said a lot more than i’ve done, which i wanna change. if i’m understanding this question right

40. What question do you often ask yourself?

what do you want? what do you need? which of the two is more important?

#this was as expected.... very therapeutic #i recommend answerin these #helps u figure urself out #anywho #like if ya read #about me #long post

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captainsleepingbeauty · 7 years

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11 Questions Meme

Tagged by @theprinceofprinces. Boy, I hope you know I don’t back down from a challenge lol.

Some answers are long, so I’m gonna put it under the cut.

1. Apples or bananas? Apples (specifically granny smith or gala).

2. Favorite season and why. Autumn. I love the crunchy leaves, the pretty colors, sweater weather, hot apple cider, late thunderstorms, Halloween... basically, the aesthetic of fall is The Best and I really like pumpkin spice and pecan pie, both of which are hard to find outside of the season.

3. TV or movies? Hmm... I like how short tv episodes are but I also really enjoy cinemaphotography... So both?

4. Would you rather eat one thing for the rest of your life or be able to drink whatever you wanted? Drink what ever I wanted. I would get so bored of eating the same thing by like day four I’d regret everything.

5. Favorite song(s) and why. My dude, why. Okay here goes (in no particular order):

- “Waltz of the Flowers”, Tchaikovsky. It’s just really peaceful and relaxing for me, and I like to imagine dancing to it in a pretty ball gown with the love of my life (who I have to find...). It also makes me think of peaceful nature walks.

- “Wait For It”, Hamilton: An American Musical. Idk the lyrics just really hit home for me. Like, “I’m not falling behind or running late/ I’m not standing still/ I’m lying in wait” just helps me calm my anxiety that I’m not doing enough with my life. I really identify with Burr, honestly, for a greater part of the story. (But I’m opinionated af.)

- “Stars” from Les Mis, Collabro. Chills. Everytime. I love it so much.

- “Carol of the Bells”/”Wizards in Winter”, Trans Siberian Orchestra. My Christmas/winter holiday jams, and therefore I am lumping them.

- “No Place Like Home”, Todrick Hall. The beat, the tempo, the lyrics... and the message is rebellious and I love it.

- “Expensive”, Todrick Hall. It makes me feel badass and hot af.

- “Shape of You”, Ed Sheeran. I can’t not dance to it. An impossible task.

I could go on, but I’ma cut myself off here.

6. Soup or salad? Salad.

7. Art or sport? Art. All of them. I’ve never been very athletic and I don’t really watch sports, but I have loved music and writing and art and theater since I was a kid.

8. Song or dance? Hmm... I like to sing and I like to dance, but given the choice between to two... I can’t pick. I’m not very good at this either or thing...

9. Favorite name(s) and why. W H Y would you ask this of me. Why. I put so much time into picking character names, I know so many...

- William. Idk I just really like the name William. It sounds kinda regal, but also common.

- Stevie. Considering it as my chosen name bc nicknames have gotten Out of Control with my college friends and I’ve never really liked my birth name. Long story short, we each have Avenger/Marvel nicknames (Save our dear Indy, for Indiana Jones) and I’m Steve. Cue gender dysphoria and never liking my name anyway, and suddenly I’m JaysaSteve and considering calling myself Stevie bc it’s gender neutral. Whoops.

- Anastasia. It is just a really pretty name imo. It also means ‘resurection’ which is pretty neat.

- Charlie. It’s neutral -- is it short for Charolotte? Charles? Who knows!

- Basically any name that’s unusual or not common. There’s a lot of names I like because they sound pretty to me. Others I like because of their meaning.

10. Tell me a story. *screams for an hour*

Okay, story time. Every fall, the ladies in my family (and before I went to college me as well) go up to Warrens, WI, aka Cranberry Country, for Cranberry Fest. My first year was when I was in fifth grade. We got to the fest at about 7 am and started wandering through the rows upon rows upon rows of vendors’ tents. We came across one (that I now know is there every year) that sold shawls and covers and the like. I found a sheer black shawl with orange jack-o-lanterns on it. Since Halloween was approaching and is my favorite holiday, I thought about buying it. It cost $15 or $20, I think. But, since I had maybe $100 for the day and it was only about 8 am, my mom said I should wait, just in case I found something I wanted more later in the day. We could always come back.

So I decided to wait, and we left the tent. We fought down the rest of the aisle that was packed with people, but before we reached the end, an elderly lady got our attention and stopped us. She had a plastic bag in her hand.

I don’t remember exactly what she said, or really even what she looked like, but I’ve never forgotten her.

She said she had seen me looking at the shawl in the tent, and that I really liked it, but then I walked away. She had hurriedly bought the very shawl I had been looking at, then rushed to catch up with my mom and I before we got lost in the crowd.

In the bag was the shawl. She gave it to me, a gift simply from the kindness in her heart. She expected nothing in return, just that someday I’d pass the kindness on to someone else.

When we caught up to my aunt and grandma at the end of the aisle, my mom had to tell them what had happened because I was crying.

People can be cruel, and that sticks with us, sure. But this lady did something kind simply because she could, and thought that I should have this pretty shawl that I had looked at with slight longing.

(Oh jeez, I’m crying now, almost 10 years later.)

11. Do you like where you currently are in life? No. I’m impatient to get to were I want to be (not living with my parents, a job I like, successful as a writer, an urban apartment, maybe not living in the US, living life as the nonbinary person I am and hanging out with friends...) and I’m just frustrated. I feel a little trapped, and I can’t express my gender at home because my family doesn’t understand nor do they really try to. I know I’m meant for bigger things but I just can’t get there *clentches fist*.

Tagging.... @theprinceofprinces! Big surprise, I know. Much shock, very startled.

1. What’s your stance on pineapple of pizza? 2. If you could choose a superpower, what would you chose? 3. What color are your bedroom walls? 4. Do you like to cook? If so, what’s your favorite thing to make? 5. Kringle or danish? 6. Is there a song that you hate? 7. What’s your preferred method of transportation? 8. Eye color? 9. What motivates you? 10. Water park or amusement park? 11. Riddle me this: Everyday I stalk you all day long, with every move you make, I never make one wrong. I vanish twice a day witht he sun’s height and fall. I will follow you everywhere, even the bathroom stall. What am I?

#csb speaks

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rlegacymag · 7 years

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JAMES BAMBU: “CLASSIC NEW R&B.”

40.6681° N, 73.9448° W

WITH YOUR NAME BEING MIKE BUTLER, HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THE MONIKER “JAMES BAMBU?"

James is my middle name and Bam and Bu are two nicknames that I grew up with. On my dad’s side they call me Bam to this day and on my mom’s side, my aunts and my grandma - who actually wanted me to be a singer, but I told her no when she was alive - always called me Bu. I put them together in 2013 and came up with James Bambu.

BECAUSE THE NAMES THEMSELVES RESONATE FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD, DOES THAT TIME PERIOD (THE 90s) IMPACT WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON, YOUR MUSIC, AND CREATIVITY?

Because they’re names that I had growing up, I definitely pull from my childhood and what I knew to be music then. And I incorporate what I know to be music in my own music. For example, growing up I listened to people who were superstars in Atlanta like Usher and Toni Braxton. I knew that type of music to be like classic R&B music, so I want my music to be classic R&B music. I definitely incorporate a level of soul and contemporary R&B, but what I want people to get from it is that it’s classic R&B music and something that you can listen to with you family and friends and even in your alone time.

IN WANTING TO HAVE THIS CLASSIC SOUND IN A NEW ERA OF MUSIC: FAST BEATS, CARIBBEAN VIBES, AND TRAP MUISC, HOW DOES WHAT’S POPULAR AFFECT YOUR CREATIVE PROCESS, ESPECIALLY WITH YOU WANTING A 90s SOUND?

It can be difficult because I am not a person that is easily influenced by the radio or what I hear circulating between my friends, but I definitely try to block out every influence that might be going around, because it is a subconscious thing. It’s not anything that you think about as far as music that’s popular affecting how your own music sounds. I try and make sure that my sound when I’m writing my music or selecting beats that each song has it’s own personality and that they’re coming genuinely from me and not anyone else. You won’t hear anything from me that you’ve heard somebody else do.

TAKE US THROUGH YOUR PROCESS OF SONGWRITING AND PUTTING TOGETHER AN EP. WHAT IS THAT JOURNEY LIKE?

In reference to SOULO, my new EP that I just put out, MP808 (formally with 808 Mafia in Atlanta) came to me last march to work on the project. I had already created one of the tracks on the project and had already known him for 3 years when he was at TIG Entertainment, so it was a perfect fit. MP808, knew that I wanted to do alternative music, which is not a niche area of mines, but it's easy for me to do because I am from a place where R&B music used to be.

YOU JUST MENTIONED R&B MUSIC COMING NATURALLY TO YOU, BUT IT NOT BEING YOUR NICHE. WHAT IS YOUR “UMPH” OR THE TYPE OF MUSIC THAT YOU’RE ACTUALLY PASSIONATE ABOUT?

I think what I’m even more naturally capable of doing is alternative soul music, because I love soul music. And when people hear my music, they point out the fact that my vocals are soulful and that it has a juicy, colorful R&B sound. Right now R&B is more popular, so while I want to do complete alternative soul project, the game and the people that I’m working with are not as completely open to doing everything that I want to. The way I see it is that as long as I am getting to write my own music about whatever I want to express and make it sound how I want it to sound and it still falls under the umbrella category of R&B, then that’s fine.

When it came down to MP808 hitting me up about the project, initially we were only going to do three songs and I had already done “Jungle Beat,” so he sent me the beats and I listened to them. A lot of them I liked, but for some I saw them as a bit more challenging to write to.

HOW DOES THE WRITING PROCESS WORK FOR YOU AND WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM? DO YOUR SONGS STEM FROM EXPERIENCES, THOUGHTS, FANTASIES .. WHAT INSPIRES YOUR WRITING?

Most of my songs are based off of experiences that I go through and when I’m writing the music, I try to make sure that I can feel the same feeling that I felt based on the experience that I’m trying to write about. So I know when I’m writing a song, that same feeling will be in the song and it can be hoped that anyone listening to it can completely feel that emotion too. I do that by making sure that my mind is clear and completely immersed in the idea that I want to get across through the song. That feeling can be translated with the lyrics or the melody or even a mixture of both. it’s not easy and it takes a long time to do it, but it also took me a long time to perfect that craft because when I first met MP, he was a different type of producer. A lot of his beats at the time were for trap artists or had trap influences in them, but he knew the type of artist that I was, so it was easy for us to work together and for me to mesh my writing with his beats.

WHO ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSICAL INFLUENCES?

D’Angelo, Lenny Kravitz, and Maxwell. Basically all male neo soul artists. As for women artists, I love Lauryn Hill and how she was able to make her name a staple in her genre and manipulate her writing and vocals in way that I can only dream of doing one day.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG ON YOUR NEW EP, SOULO?

My favorite song on the EP is “Play The Fool.” Because the song is a ballad and there aren’t many ballads out right now, I was surprised with the amount of people that appreciated it. The song goes into an experience with my dealing with love and the pain that that love brought me. I felt like people would be able to feel that pain when hearing it as well, so I made that one the ballad. Despite that being my favorite, we still decided on making a video for “Space & Time.”

YOU JUST STATED THAT YOUR FAVORITE SONG WAS “PLAY THE FOOL,” BUT YOU MADE A VIDEO FOR ANOTHER SONG. WHY WAS THAT? WHY DIDN’T YOU PUSH HARDER FOR THE OTHER SONG?

That decision was made after having a discussion with a mentor of mine, who said that nowadays it’s better to first go with what’ll help get you exposure now for the things you want to get exposure later in the future. “Space & Time” is the song that people are listening to most. When I look at my stats online, everybody is still playing “Space & Time.” That’s the song that gets the most plays every day. Even after putting the project out, that was the song everyone said they liked the most, so it made sense to do that one now. I will definitely still try and make a video for “Play The Fool” though in the months to follow.

DO YOU FEEL AS AN ARTIST, YOU HAVE TO MAKE COMPROMISES LIKE THAT OFTEN? WHAT YOU WANT VS. WHAT YOUR AUDIENCE WANTS?

Sometimes, because you want to reach this particular audience and while most times I’m down to do whatever I want to do, I figure why not do what the people who actually listen to my music would want me to do. I’m always open to compromising and “Space & Time” was the right choice, because it is more contemporary based on the beat and hook and would make for a great visual.

WHAT MAKES YOU JAMES BAMBU? WHAT DO YOU BRING TO THE TABLE THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN BRING AS HARD AS YOU?

I don’t think I write like other singers who write their own music. I also don’t sing it in the same way. It feels great when you hear those affirmations from people that have been listening to your music and know you. I can’t even compare myself to the James Bambu three years ago, because my voice has gotten better and my writing had gotten stronger. I’m also a performer and I love singing live. When people hear me live, they often say you sound exactly the same. Just like with my writing and how I want people to feel what I felt when I was writing it, I want people to get that same experience when I’m singing live.

WHAT LEGACY WOULD YOU LIKE TO LEAVE BEHIND?

I just want to perform and connect with other artist globally, ultimately contributing to the great things that people within my family have done in the past.

TO CONTINUE THE CONVERSATION:

JAMES BAMBU

#rlegacy #jamesbambu #soulo #musician #singer #nyc

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jaxxonpollux · 6 years

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notes for vivien during her whatever of whatever v3

hey pee brain

writing here makes me feel less bitter, and it helps me maintain some level aloofness i think. moreso than calling you twice a day and pining away like a ghost wife that passed away out on the cliffs, the moors or whatever, waiting for her sailor soldier husband to return. i know you're a sweetheart but sometimes you're a real pain in the butt too. a real heck and a half. and i'm not like, dumb. i know what busy is and i know phone calls can still be squeezed in even then, but business and time are never really the problem when this stuff happens. i know i don't make myself very easy to talk to, being a sassy emotional sack of old balls and all that, so i wouldn't expect you to either. just enjoy being where you are and living a big life again and i'll watch your cute butt as you leave the room.

that's like a real mad men thing to think and say huh? "boy oh boy i sure do love to see her leave a room!" even when you dress it up and disguise it, it still sounds piggish. something joan would narrow her eyes at, or at the very least give like that phony 1960s "i'll take that as a compliment, you dumb pig man" smile.

i don't know why i feel bitter. god why do i have my ceiling fan on? i'm freezing, it's been in the 50s here. anyway, i don't know why i feel bitter. it's a gross feeling, it really does make me feel like a ghost wife, like just haunting you from the past and trying to drag you back into the deep black water. very selkie actually. it's loneliness doing its evil things and whispering in ears and gnawing on hearts and making me reach out my ugly haunted hand and trying to either have you pull me out of the afterlife or pull you back in. i just spelt gnawing as "knawing," and it doesn't say that it's a typo, is this some secret alt word i've discovered? some special 4am word?

knaw

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(third-person singular simple present knaws, present participle knawing, simple past and past participle knawed)

Archaic spelling of gnaw.

Verb

(third-person singular simple present knaws, present participle knawing, simple past knawed, past participle knawn)

Eye dialect spelling of know.

what the hell is eye dialect? it sounds like when people talk with their eyes "her mouth says no, but her eyes say YES"

"her mouth says no, but her eyes say KNAW"

or basil's wife perhaps, "oh i knaaawr." you gotta slap an r at the end there because they're british. anyway

writing gets real out of hand real fast at 4am y'know. and i'm writing this on my phone too, what kind of sick fuck writes his autobiography on his phone? that sounds like the kind of thing b would do, but i don't have any business knowing the kinds of things b would do

is there anything i actually wanted to say? i've been buying and drinking wines like a madman. i drank half a bottle in an afternoon when i was trying a new wine and my mom goes "that's a LOT of trying!" like not really tho. wine is a trap cuz you gotta drink it freshly corked or else you're fucked. you gotta share wine, i'm always trying to coax my mom into a glass or two so i don't feel stupid drinking it all by myself. i feel like how my mom used to describe my grandma (on my dad's side), taking her wine medicine every day because "it's healthy" or whatever. i really don't drink like that. i actually forget that there's alcohol in there because it never occurs to me. i've still never been drunk. i was possibly tipsy when we had two bottles in miami and we were sitting out on the smoking bench together, but even then i was just slightly louder and happy.

i've tried merlot, pinot noir, pinot grig, rose, sauvignon blanc, "laurel blanc," chardonnay and i've got a riesling on the way, stashed someplace. i feel such like a stereotypical college early 20s girl when i drink wine, like hmmm like the thing where they order fancy tasty alcoholic drinks at bars and stuff? where they can't taste the alcohol at all and get wasted really easily? not that i'm over here getting wasted, but i mean that i'm picky about flavors, like sometimes wine to me is just bad-tasting grape juice that burns a little and makes you want to burp. i popped open a chardonnay yesterday and the intense oaky "full-bodied" flavor kind of offends me. at the end of the day, i'm still just a real soda jerk at heart, like i wanna drink things that taste good. sugary snacks and orange juice and stuff. sarsparilla. wine tastes bad in comparison to most other beverages (like, let's just be real here for a second, all alcohol tastes worse than a sprite), but makes me feel more sophisticated is all, and i already drink bitter black teas to fill that niche in my life.

i'm more just drinking all these different wines to take a peek into a life i don't live, i think. try to understand people i know that drink wine a little better. i wrote about this before, getting to know you through the back door? watching abfab and fawlty towers and reading swamplandia, following in your footsteps, inching my way through the path you hacked through the jungle. like that scarjo alien movie (another example), living in your skin. why is it so impossible for me to talk about getting to know you without diving into some creepy stalker persona? i don't get it. i must be naive to my own creepiness. i have been called "a creeper," but only once in middle school, and i don't think i was doing anything creepy at the time. just standing somewhere looking sad and emo probably. people just called each other creepers back then left and right. it really is a hurtful term, considering i still vaguely remember it

anyway, i have no idea what you're doing in new york, why you're doing foot stuff with strangers, who you're hanging out with, how long you'll be there, why you can't ever think about me or call me or have any space in your life or in your thoughts for me and i have no idea why everything is so difficult and i have no idea about divorce or wine or new york in general really. and i'm just always over here baking 50 loaves of bread and 600 chocolate bavarians and dumping rainbow sprinkles and maraschino cherries into bowls and putting 350, 850, 1100 pieces of flourless chocolate cake on plates over and over again and checking instagram every time i walk through the halls because it's the only way i know you're not dead. and i know you're awake at 4am when i'm walking into work and i miss you and think of you then, when we're the only souls up at that hour, but then you get like 7 likes on your 4am instagram post and i realize that's actually bullshit and yeah. i'm a dumb jealous bitch, but only like, a little bit, and every person that comments on your instastuff i just imagine that it's somebody that lives in new york and is in your entourage and is more important to you and more interesting than i ever was and i should really just keep dumb mouth shut about everything.

i warned you i was a boring boy, and i warned myself too. you're out there living big again, cool people dragging you into cool big city cocaine club experiences, swapping stick and pokes and fur jackets and call girl stories, writing novels and shooting music videos and hosting parties where you get to avoid your guests and be in the vip back room... (my imagination is endless you see!)

and i'm like a dumb ducking small town country hick boy pining and sending senpai-notice-me pictures of rice krispy treats as if it's anything to sneeze at (it isn't), pretending like my baking or my pictures of clouds or cats is worth anything in your life, because i'm just fumbling and grasping at straws and presenting them to you, like hey look at these straws eh? pretty neat eh? wanna go out with me? i feel like that picture of that kid holding a bunch of roses out to rihanna. a reference which is apparently too dated to show up on google images, grumble

speaking of baking, i went to this japanese bakery the other day to inquire about a job opening and the girl there, well first of all it's really cute because all the girls there wear brown berets and brown overalls, but anyway the girl there said they have TWENTY bakers working there. TWENTY. i keep telling people this hoping for a reaction because apparently only a baker understands how bonkers this is. a small mom and pop bakery with TWENTY bakers. i mean, their stuff is pretty nice, and they do a wide variety of things, but i work at a place with three bakers and we make food for hundreds of people every day.

what else do i have to say, hmmm... i feel like i dropped the ball on the whole self-loathing thing really early, like those couple of paragraphs up there are really more of a finisher but whatever. i'm just rambling, just ranting, just stream of conscious jack kerouac jacking myself off and it's honestly just fine, i don't gotta organize this any particular way do i? nah

but like, don't take any of this stuff too seriously (but do if it makes you like feel really bad for me and miss me or whatever heh), everything is a fleeting thought or feeling nowadays, some times are better than others. some days i text you simply because i wanna share something with you and i'm thinking of you, real simple, and i don't even think about how dumb and bitter i can get, but other days i just want to give up on you and crawl back into my haunted lake and stop trying and kill myself or hurt myself or at the very least make desperate phone calls to people i used to talk to and make myself feel relevant again. but eh. what a soap opera. i like how you think YOU'RE crazy when i'm like just a pile of flesh filled with howling, howling winds, like i'm a real fucking whirlwind in here, a real wuthering heights crazy animal sex energy in here. haunting away from my creaky old miasma mansion. i'm just full of sludge, i'm the swamp and trump never drained me, turns out.

anyway, like i said don't take it too seriously, i'm ok. i'm only flexing muscles, really, but i do miss you, and probably will forever, because i don't think we'll ever be Together Like That. which is fine but it also sucks. "don't you forget about me"

hey also if you happen to read this prior to halloween, or at all, send me some songs for a playlist i'm putting together for no particular reason. i listen to it at work. i've been in a real halloweeny mood even though i never have time or any reason to dress up. but i do all the other stuff, i carve pumpkins and wear candy corn socks and do generally love the season. nobody ever sees it, but i do love the season, i just never share my love with anybody the way i wish i could. just don't send like, the marilyn manson version of i put a spell on you or whatever, unless it's really good, i didn't actually look into it.

sincerely,

from out here on the moors,

the other brian

p.s. just in case new york actually really sucks for you right now and is really not fun or exciting and you are actually feeling very rotten and lonely, i do aplogize profusely! my imagination runs too fast for me to catch up sometimes. just always missing you and always beating myself up. i hope i don't ever rub you the wrong way. https://youtu.be/UDhmnoBVYlQ

p.p.s. 11am now, just wanna say i stand by this big black chunk of coal letter, except i didn't want it to be quite so angry and bitter. your business is your business and i'm silly for assuming i need to be included, as per, i'm really not as desperately invested as i come off. i feel stripped of a friend maybe, but not helpless hopeless careening into a black hole or anything. stay warm stay safe, i'm here when you need my brand of friend again, but i'm gonna make a concerted effort to stop prying. xo

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dreambook06 · 6 years

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Dream from: Jan 27, 2018, 1:00 AM to 9:40 AM

Jee.sus. No. this is so hard to write, it is SO goddamn much!!! WTF! so i will jump all over the place other wise it is too. much. so the longest part of the dream mustve been this wole alternate reality elementary school thing where there was a very ocd neat freak teacher who was like a pompous older woman but later it changed to sra. nelson lol. but she was like rly religious or something or idk like very whatcha call it like she thought pokemon was bad for kids or something idk so she hid all the pkmn stuff in the classroom or limited it or something idk something to do with pkmn somethings paper clipped to the floor then i broke in and puled them up out of the ground bc what she was doing was wrong and unfair to the kids idk exactly what it was. it made sense at the time. (i wasnt part of the classroom idk how i got involved in this all. i think i was present-day me the whole time?but veeeeery alterlate reality-y-nothing like irl at all) so yeah etc etc sO MUCH and then there’s this whole library thing where ... but it was so so much more like not a normal reality looking library it was jjust a single giant wall very flat mixed with theside of a cafeteria and on the wall there was a poster that said “frogger” w a pictute of frogger from ancient shadow and it was like one of those elementary lunch posters yknow like eat ur veggies or whatever and it apparaently was super nostalgic to me so i wanted to steal it lol and i . did. i ws gonna just take a pic of it but i thought i might as well steal it to have the actual physicl thing in my posession. i took it off the wall and assumed no one would notice idk. this was all after house in the school btw so i went outin the side of the scool -verry unreality you dont understand- and put the rolled up poster behind or under a rock to take home when i left... also i had my ds w/ which was also near the rock and folds of some kind of paper thing but the whole time i was sueeper nervous someoneed find it and steal it. so much more ugh!! but basicallty the main thing was i was stealing back “my” childhood pokemon figures from the school that i’d stolen over the years when i used to go there - stolen from “sra. nelson”’s classroom and they somehow teletoprted out of my room and back tot theschool when they found out they were gone yrs later...etc... so i kept sneaking in and stealing back little by little and sra nelson set up like booby traps and stuff in this weird alternate reality classroom and things hanging from the wall idk. but later too i was i guess stealing pkmn cardswhich were on the thin library bookshelves.. i stolelike 3 of them and it became a huge deal the police were after me tryingto find out who did it so i had to keep sneaking back andreturning them after all but it made me so sad bc those thing were sonostalgic to me. idk soososososososo much more holy heck! there were way more characters it was insaaane!!! but im too awake now to recall and it’s not suuuuper important.. not one of those SUPER insanely unrealitydreams like the one from jan 20.

so the whole other section of the dream was even more or just as wild... omfg.... gonna skip around a heck ton bc i dont know how it came to be,,,, so.

(ps i think i woke u p around this part like slightly for 5 seconds to num-nums back side by my face bc she was up on be pillow behind and around my head with her back legs dangling on the side of the 2nd pillow by my face. she mustve just went up there or made some movement)

jeezuz it isSOmuch!!! nvm what i said before this is insalelyyl so osooo much!okay this isnt gonna be in order at all so this is gonna jump out of no where. basically it was this weirdweeriwriwridweirrdweridwerid world weirddddddd world like a weird unreality home a house a roun ish thingand i was thete somehow but also 3-ish year old me was there. and grandma c. and some parent idk. but idk. there was a couch and idk sooo much more a box tv in front of it...i guess i was there bc i was kind of time traveling through my life... but with tons of random stuff mixed together that don’t belong like ... fifer was in that house in this cat bed behind a curtain up high in this cat tree-like pillar... but fifer was dead. the dead body had been sitting in there for like 4 ish years at that point. they thought just putting a curtain over it would preserve the body. and i said that’s not how it works. but they pulled back the curtain (they=??? unreality version of mom?) and revealed fifer there perfectly preserved. then her leg began to move, she was moving, rising, like she was just waking up from a pleasant nap. hopped down the fuzzy beige pillar thing. acting normal.mom was stunned i was in disbelief reality was questioned.. i was like.. how...(also i was like “i thought we buried her in the woods at kc rd?”) was she never really dead and she’s just so so old she can do nothing but stay up there and not move? and every night she came down to eat? idk but mom was crying happily so hard. things were so weird idk idkidkkdkdkdkdkd.... later.... idk i was w/ dad in grandma evie’s alternate reality house kc rd house. everything was blank like no color so i had to use that one gimp tool that “select by color” tool and color the walls irl. like de blob... i didnt complete it. too much work and i didnt know the right colors everything was. i can’t remember the colors of things from old memory. i just used a deeper maroon brown ish color. but then i made my way to one room and idfk what else but it was reminiscent of old dreams big time and somehow the scene and everything shifted to something else and a different room w/ a little seat thing by a curtained window and for some reason i was mimicking miranda sings voice, i was like ‘”it’s miraaaandaaaa..aa...a” so then jump back to that weird childhood house w/ me age 3 in it (but also me age present day whatever that is was there and it was from that pov this all happened..) so idfk like omg it was jus ttheir everyday life in like 2003 but unreality not not at all how it rly was just so werid in thisweird dome world house place omfg... big rooms weird angles of walls idk!! the whole place was like yellow...the vibe was kind of like this teletubbies thing but not rly it was just so... ugh!!cant xplain.

anyway idk likegrandma doing dishes, cosette age 3 running around w/ rly curly hair lol......OH HOLY CRAP I REMEMBERED THE VERY EARLY PART OF THE START OF THIS DREAM HOLLLYY CRAP! wait... it’s slipping away.... let me thing...... ugh crap. it’s gone. but i remember like 2 fragments: so i was looking through some like idk videos of old school parties things idk that people recorded idk! like 7th grade and in one of them i was in a group with some other people and... karen! it was like this maze thing in the school idk like a party for fun kind of halloween idk idfk!! too vague to even...but it was weird for 2-3 reasons. 1: karen wasnt at our school in 7th grade. 2: karen and i were acting like BFFS and laughing w each other and playing games and making funny jokes. and 3: i looked like i was 5 years old in the video like a rly blonde and cuter version of 5 yr old me, while karen looked normal, like she was 13. it was rly weird idk but it ws so weird bc karen and i were best friends and while watching i was dumbfounded like i dont remember this at all!! and there were other clips too but idfk!!! idfr!!! (r= remember)

so back to thething... likek. i was 3 and running around the place, trying to reach up by the dishes on the sink, reaching for a spoon and stuff, grndma or someone came over to me and pointed at the picture on the spoon of a 3d-ish patrick from spongebob coming off the spoon in a transarent squishy texture. and she asked who is this? and i said in a like my 1-1/2 yr old voice “patrick star.” etc it was so random it kept shifting back to the room w/ the dead fifer up there but also w/ the tv down andto the right of it and a our 00s colorful long couch.. grandma told me (apparently they could see me and stuff and it was just normal) to watch after 3yr old me while she did chores or idk.so i did and it was so hilarious the uninhibited things kid-me said. idk an example... but yeah eventually things got even more unreality w more giant rooms we traveled through and stuff al this weird trap door stuff and stuuuffffff. more characters came along idek.... but this now is near the end of the dream which i should’ve written about first bc now i forgot a lot.... so this will jump a lot and make no sense.... but i had my camera and was recording for fun... but the camera had ike 6 mins left on it which was bad. i wanted to record all the adventures that were going on it was crazy! omg.... so freaking much!!! this tiny little rat/frog thing that was on my hand i put it in front of the camera while i was on the couch watching a cartoon (a weird unreality show mix of childhood shows i dont even remember anything about it now frickign) w/ 3 yr old me and took a picture of the frog thing watching the show. and it was a rly good picture like hq and stuff..... later..... well basically the whole living room turned into water like deep water murky too and someone was trying to get across by riding an oxen or something...(oh yea somewhere in this dream there was a thing about me being vegan but i dont rmemeber. mightve been during all the “sra. nelson“craziness) but then the scene shifted to the same thing but aparently there were people filming a scene for a tv show or movie there and they had these scaey weird grotesque looking human things running slowly (bc water) in a circle while in the center there was a cluster of like 5 camels w/ ropes attached which the weird monster people were cirling around.... idfk!!! but the videographers had 360 cameras or whatever. i guess it ws a very dramatic part of the movie where they needed lots of different shots and angles ... and they made me join the people “actors” in the marshy water w/ the ribbon rope thing running slowly in circles almost like 3/4 submerged underwater .. and once they got their footage they packed up and left and there was a scene of them behind the scenes working w/ their footage and it was like rly bad quality i thought w/ like bright green grass and stuff and i was like were those even professional movie quality cameras? so the water draine and everything was back to “normal” 3 rd old me did a lot of more funny things too but idont remmeber... lastly. laaaastly.... the whole dream was pretty different... the house became a giant mario kart wii-esque race track but we were actually in the game bc it wasnt avideo game it was us actually in karts/bikes racing...it was me, some family, some others idk, and karen again. so we raced and it was crazy fun and a very wild fun map omfg... but it wasn all jusr racing it was a weird mix of so much. it went on for forever so many different obstacles and turns and tunnels and roomsand traveling and fun and not all by car. i was recoridng this too. oh yeah there was this one half-black guy who was like martin kinda and he was w/ me (& 3 yr old me?) on thejourney for some of the scenes....... there is sosososo much more to it you dont freaking know and neither do i now!!! forgotten!!! gone forever. oh well. too much to hold onto anyway. but it was so much more childhood stuff and wildness. but the game finished up around the last lap idk... back in race mode and there were these wario stadium-esque walls like a skate board slope ramp thingy... racinb up those,, get the speed boosts ont he ground, crazy,people neck-and neck, karen was like in th place but then she threw some chansey looking egg bomb thingy and hit 2 out of 3 people and they swerved and she raced toward the finish and won and was super happy and i got 6th place and she wanted us to watch the replay it was crazy too idk!!! actually it think we just re-watched the last 30 seconds where she threw the egg bombs and it was an aerial pov and it was hilarious to see the precision as they swerved out of the way and she sped thru the finish line lol.... might bve been some more stuff after this, and there was a shitton of more before all this and in--between. holy hell. but then i woke up and firgot it all. so the end. freakign. need a dream recorded. i swear to god. for real. holy. heck.

#2018

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