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star179 · 2 years

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EVERYONE SIMPS FOR YOU -

A big fat vaunt

Everyone simps for me like i always get simped for for literally ANYTHING! I have an army of simps , from kids to adults everyone simps for me but not in a creepy way ! Everybody genuinely likes me for who I am and for what I do and accepts me fully in everything or in any decision i make. My beauty is so breathtaking that it makes other gulp in nervousness! Not just my beauty but my aura ,vibe , personality and basically everything about me is so breathtaking and out of the world that it makes others as well as myself love me and simp for me at the first glance! Everybody gets so nervous about me because I'm just so offensively attractive but they still want to talk to me, touch me and be with me FOREVER! I'm so hot to exist! No one compares to me nor anything can be compared to me ! I have my desired beauty, face and body and literally everything! I Always get everything i want coz I'm so spoiled lol I'm a fucking king! I AM GOD! Everything about me is so divinely and godly! No one belives that my beauty and me is real ! Because I'm just so unique and special ! Even though I'm so perfect and I'm THAT PERSON I'm still extremely unique in myself ! I just look and stare at my own posture in the mirror in awe and in a really adorable manner! Everybody accepts my every fucking thing and every inch about me regardless of anything! I'm Always safe and protected 24/7 by everyone! No one thinks bad of me and no one can ever! No one ever hurts me or do something bad to me ! I literally melt hearts everywhere I walk! Everybody is head over heels for me! I turn heads around everywhere I walk! I just can't go somewhere without others clicking my pictures and complementing me! And the amounts of followers and subscribers i have on my social media accounts- damn i can't explain how popular I'm! Like i literally have millions of followers and subscribers online! I'm literally a celebrity and extremely famous! I'm free from stalkers ,creepy and all kinds of bad people, no one hates me I'm literally the most lovable and adorable person to ever exist and no one can go without squishing my cheeks! I'm a magnet literally! Let it be male, female ,humans or even animals everybody gets attracted to me! I'm a master manifestor and my self concept is on point ! Everything is super easy for me to do! Life is so easy for me lol! Males ,females let it be anyone everybody freaking loves me and simps for me gosh! And not just others but even i ,love myself, accepts MYSELF for who I am, for my features, for my beauty,my personality literally for everything about me, i accept it completely! I have complete clarity and know exactly what to do! I got clarity and I'm the bitch with the sause! I'm so fucking rich! I literally shine like diamonds ! Even my toilet is made up of gold and silver! No one can take their eyes of me! Everything bout me pops! I got face i got body you name it i got it! I'm number one and always win in life! I win at everything! Damn how the hell does everyone simps for me so effortlessly, so fast and so hard!? Like it's just awesome and I love it! I love how I'm always in the spotlight and always the ONE everybody is always talking good about! I'm the king at my school, home , workplace and literally everywhere! My smell, my hair, my body ,my face literally everything attracts Everyone! EVERYONE is so crazy for me! Everyone goes crazy when they hear or see anything about me! Everybody is a die hard fan or mine! I'm free of any toxicity around me or my simps! I don't have any toxic simps! I'm literally the main character! I'm literally y/n in real life for real! I'm living the y/n life !

Ah I'm so precious and too perfect to even exist! I'm completely healthy and my mental and physical health is super healthy and perfect! My beauty exhances every second i breathe or even exist lol! I don't have any imperfections or things to worry about in my life or on my body! I'm the IT person! Everybody comes to me just to see me and talk to me! Everybody wanna get close to me ! Damn so many simps i got out there huh! I get 20 times prettier every second! My skin is clearer than glass, my face and body is sexy as fuck ,my hairs are silkier smoother than cotton! Like literally every inch of me is extremely unique, Beautiful, perfect and just flawless! What does flaw even mean lol!? We all are unique in our own ways i completely know and believe that! I treat everyone equally and cut out all the unwanted and negative people, thoughts, things and everything in my life right now at this moment! Just like how my beauty is, the same kind and beautiful way my personality and my inner beauty is..... I'm so kind and good to everyone and i always get that kindness back! Like as I said NO ONE EVER THINK OR DO SOMETHING BAD FOR ME OR SOMETHING BAD ABOUT ME! DAMN seriously i just LOVEEEEEE how everybody simps for me ,how everybody loves me and how I have an army of simps which is so fucking cool and perfect! I speak perfection! Me just breathing goes viral ,me just blinking goes viral, me just moving goes viral! Like me just simply existing is so inconic and goes viral always and every single time! Damn my influence and effect, is Super duper big I bet you already got that haha!

#affirm #law of assumption #vaunting #neville goddard #manifestingreality #desired reality #manifestation

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atelliernana · 2 years

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Your Heart Eyes and His Ocean Eyes

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹

Everything actually sucks. Like a freaking blackhole in space type of sucking. How you manage to subject yourself in morally questionable situations is beyond you. Not only do you have the worst reflexes but it seems that you also have the bad habit of speaking in tongues and the language you’re best at is lying. Well, its not that you intentionally do it but you’re as a tense as a newborn chick and any sign of danger (e.g. people perceiving you and asking how you are) will make you squeak out the whitest of lies.

You hate lying about how you are or what you did last weekend but you just want every interaction to be over. Its not like people would genuinely care that the series your into is now over and never to be renewed or that it actually hurt when they accidentally bumped you back against the wall (not the kabedon “y/n” you were hoping for).

Except they do.

And by “they” you only mean Bokuto Kotaro. Infamous star player of the MSBY Black Jackals. Curator of the now culturally iconic “Hey hey hey” and Bokuto Beam (which he now has copyrights of). Idol of the masses, from young children to the elderly, no one has never heard of him.

And because of how bright his star shines, you’d think he’d be one of those everyday people who’d just passed by but how wrong you were. Because after his tangerine teammate ran into you ,causing your great fall, the first to react is the silver haired man.

As he asked you if you were okay, you were about to nod and just literally shake everything off but his big, large hands (so magnanimous that you needed 3 adjectives to describe it) held you into place.

And as he questioned if you were hurt, you looked into his eyes and found possibly all the sincerity of this world locked inside it - as if the concept of genuiness never existed before him.

And as he took your arm to pull you straight up, you also felt the pull on your heartstrings. As if he’s King Arthur who’d finally pulled the sword from the stone.

And as he asked you once more if you’re okay, the cursed language of your tongue summoned itself and answered for you.

“No” it said.

And how mortified he was you could not forget.

And how in his panic he carried you in his arms and hurried for a car.

And how in his frenzy he skipped practice to accompany you in the hospital.

And how in the guilt on behalf of his lovely orange disciple he gave you his number to call whenever you need help.

3 months later and a couple of coffee receipts in your wallet, you are now in a comfortable relationship with the athlete. A true prince in this shabby world, he has never missed movie meet-ups. Movie genres are not the only thing you share now, coz it between discussing preferred popcorn flavors you both discovered a mutual love for the same music, anime, food and possibly everything in between.

Maybe the only thing you haven’t shared is the romantic feelings that began to bloom as soon as you stared right into his ocean eyes. The very eyes that compelled you to lie the first time you met him just to see him longer. The very lie that has propelled you closer to a star so bright you feel like burning every time you come close.

Well you may not share feelings now but you’re sure he’s starting to feel the same. Why else would he agree to go to every comic event with you? Watch all anime you have recommended and even try restaurants out with you?

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“Koutaro, should i be worried about your little friend?”

“Hmm? Which friend?”

“Y/n”

“Ahh. Of course not! They’re a great friend of mine but nothing more! Is my friendship with them making you uncomfortable?”

“I mean, i don’t mind you having friends but i feel like they see you differently”

“Differently?”

“i don’t know Kou, do they know you’re taken? Coz they might think they have a chance with you.”

“ i really don’t think that’s the case Lovely, we just happen to share the same hobbies. Hmm, if they think i’m still single then that means i’m not showing how much i love you enough. Why don’t i introduce you this weekend, then?”

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The vibration from your phone forced your eyes to open. Has he finally messaged you? Its been 5 days since he last message but thats okay, he must have been really busy. You promised not to even view his message, should he message, but what if its an emergency?

From: Ocean Eyes 🥹💜

Hey! Hey! Hey! Y/n, are you free this weekend?

Oh gosh, what will you do? He’s asked you the same question several times now but you’re heart still skips a beat as if its the first time he’s messages you.

What did your fortune cookie said this morning?? Ah! ‘Seize the day and never let a moment pass’

Seize the day. Right. You’ll confess. That’s right, you won’t let another moment pass. This time you’ll make sure not to speak in tongues and be your most genuine self. This time you’ll make sure those ocean eyes will only ever look at you.

So with a speed that beats the speed of light, you hastily typed your reply. TeenVogue texting rules be damned.

Satisfied with the exchange of plans, you closed your eyes once more. Heart at peace and your consciousness gets ready to meet your lovely ocean eyes.

Your naive self in dreamland enjoying a happily-ever-after not knowing that the same ocean eyes you only ever adored are the same ocean eyes to show you what true heartbreak is.

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years

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he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

#spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #ned leeds #may parker #aunt may #the avengers #mcu #michelle jones #marvel #sony pictures #imagines #peter parker x reader #fluff #peter #parker #avengers

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manicmarsupial · 3 years

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The Smallest Outlaw - Chapter 3:No Business Like Snow Business

A/N Mwahaha, I’m making puns with the chapter titles. Honestly trying to lighten the mood because this chapter features the reason behind a lot of Ollie’s self doubt issues.

Usual acknowledgements to @yeenybeanies (’coz Devin is awesome), @thatspicynoodle (who has a much better story than mine, yet encouraged me to write my own variation), and @tiny-james (whose blog is honestly giving me ideas on further storylines and one-shots). Also, as per usual, I’m open to ideas for this story (and Ollie’s surname). Now, on to the story

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Okay, I sincerely hope that was a really intense dream. I slight movement of my arm causing pain proves otherwise. Judging by the radiant heat, I’m near a fire. I’m wrapped…mostly up in something soft, sort of woollen. I can’t get much else without looking.

‘Maybe if your hearing wasn’t broken, you wouldn’t be so lost,’ my negative mind scorns.

I choose to ignore that thought as I push myself to a sitting position with a groan.

“Ah, there you are. Thought we were going to lose you for a second,” a voice echoes in my ears.

I whirl around to face the silver haired man from earlier. At the sight of him striding toward me, I start panicking, trying to back away. Although with one working arm and partially bundled up, it’s not effective. The man stops and holds up his hands in a passive gesture.

I stop flailing and study my surroundings. I’m on a somewhat broken bedside table that has been moved to the front of the fireplace while I’m wrapped up in as scarf. I turn back to see the man kneel on one knee so he won’t tower over me as much. It doesn’t make any difference as he still cuts an intimidating figure.

“I’m afraid your arm is badly fractured. We did the best we could with limited supplies,” he explains softly.

I glance at my arm, wrapped up in a black ribbon. Some of the matchstick pokes out near my wrist.

“I know you can speak and understand me.”

I look back up at him

“Are you going to give me your name?”

I ponder this, then shake my head. The man sighs on response.

“I’m Hosea Matthews,” he introduces himself.

“Do you live here?” he asks.

I shake my head.

A door slams open, causing me to jump in fright. The black-haired man, Dutch, strides in brushing snow off his black coat.

“Ah! It woke up,” he proclaims loudly.

“Any information? He asks Hosea.

Hosea stands up to speak to Dutch. I use the opportunity while both are distracted to unwrap myself from the scarf. Having freed my legs, I wander to the edge of the table. It’s a little high so I push the scarf off to create a softer landing. I make the jump, being sure to land on my uninjured side. Neither Hosea nor Dutch have noticed yet. I slowly creep towards the door.

I thought was almost successful until I hear a bellow of

“Stop them!”

Which is immediately followed by rapid thundering footsteps. I try to dart toward the door to duck under it. A pair of gloved hands envelope me before I can make it to the gap under the broken wood. I throw a series of one-armed punches but hitting the glove doesn’t seem to be making an impact. Maybe injuring my hands a little. I stop fighting when I feel the hands move up.

“It seems we have a little escape artist,” I hear Dutch laugh.

Despite my bad hearing and being enclosed in gloved hands, the laughter is booming. I flinch and curl into a ball as best I can. I feel the hands move.

“The poor little thing is cold, scared, and surrounded by giant outlaws. I can’t blame ‘em for wantin’ to run,” Hosea’s voice sounds closer.

Actually, it sounds like it’s directly above me. I realise that he’s captor whose hands my life literally depends on. I cover my eyes when I see one hand move. I don’t want to see where this is going.

I wait for the inevitable. I’m surprised when I’m held gently against a rough woollen surface. It’s not the scarf, not as soft. I’m not being crushed, just slightly restrained. The surface is slowly moving in and out in a pattern. There’s a distinct thumping sound echoing in my ears. I lean back to get a better view and end up toppling into the older man’s hands with a grunt of pain.

“Careful little one. Escaping into this blizzard would be deadly, even for a human. Let alone such a small one like you,” Hosea whispers soothingly, cupping his fingers around me.

I try to see how far away the ground is, but I can’t see over his fingers. I manage to calm my racing mind enough to consider my situation. If this man and his friends wanted to harm or kill me, they would’ve done so at any time. My breathing finally slows down to normal as I look anywhere but my captor’s face.

“See, you’re alright. It’s going to be fine,” he reassures softly.

I flinch slightly when something touches my shoulder. It gently moves down my spine, leaves, then repeats the movement. Finding it comforting, I unconsciously lean into it.

It’s not until I hear Hosea’s soft chuckle that I remember where I am. I partially spin around to see Hosea’s hand curled behind me.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now, little one,” he croons.

“Ollie,” I speak up, a little bit of bravery coming through.

“Hmm?” he raises an eyebrow.

“I…it’s my name,” I stammer, my brief bout of courage leaving me.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ollie,” he holds out his hand in the shake gesture.

I flinch back at first because, let’s face it, it’s a massive hand that has the ability to crush the life out of me easily. I place my hand on his fingertip and he mimics a handshake with a small smile.

“And you are going to freeze to death dressed like that,” he wraps his scarf around me.

“I didn’t have anything else,” I grumpily mutter in reply, slumping into the bundled material as Hosea places it onto the broken beside table.

I stare into the fire in silence until Dutch’s booming voice startles me out of my quietude.

“Anything from our little runaway?”

“The name’s Ollie,” Hosea answers.

“And what’s “Ollie” doing in a blizzard?” Dutch glances at me then back to his friend.

“Ya think I wanted to be here?!” I blurt out.

“It speaks?!” Dutch exclaims, his jaw dropping.

“Only when I have to.”

Dutch looks vaguely insulted.

“Now is not the time to be cheeky, Ollie,” Hosea scolds.

I look up at the older man. He doesn’t appear to be annoyed. Actually, he’s smiling a little.

“Never is,” I grumble, burying myself into the scarf.

#RDR2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Ollie is full of sass #I don't know how to tag #RDR2 G/t #Giant/tiny #G/t #am I tagging right?#giant #tiny

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fieryfafarfanfics · 4 years

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Ecstatic Requiem 2

Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin. Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar. Beep! Beep! Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message. Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff? Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

Quickly fingers start to reply his text. Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers? A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep! Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left Warm eyes widen in shock. Me: eh??? theres still more??? Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down. Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself A snort slips out. Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right? Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in. Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin. Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi Skitty <3: ANYWAYS, Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky. Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw. Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho Skitty <3: no A single eyebrow raises in confusion. Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back. Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text. Quickly she texts back. Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`) Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you God, Kotone wants to scream right now. Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen. Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡* Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter. Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward. After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek. God, she feels so lucky to have him. Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses. Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while. “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” --- The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place. Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in. With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her. Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart. Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat. Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter. She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image. She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met. Ah, her face is blushing again. “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him. Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine. Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner. Celebi. The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her. How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death. She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes. Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living. Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought. No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has. Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything. Hands rub up and down her arms. Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night. Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself. “Kotone?” Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen. “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball. Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!” “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake. “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms. Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?” He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.” He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength. “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.” “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?” “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.” “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?” A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region. It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple. “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.” Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance. “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well. Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand. “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter. “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place. Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move. “…bi—” Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound. “…C…e…bii—” That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing. “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands. Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!” Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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winsister91 · 6 years

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Marriage Guidance

Part of the SOWINFREDSISIE Celebration!

(Yeah...remember that? We’re still slowly working through these. We are aware it has been literal months. Soz.)

Summary: @feelmyroarrr (won’t let me tag, sorry :( ) asked: Ohhh congrats both of you! How about having to pretend to be married to the Winchester but having to pretend you don’t really fancy them.

I wrote for Sam and @sofreddie wrote for Dean (link when fic is posted).

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, OC Dr. Wells

Warnings: Um...this fic is stupid? I wouldn’t say it’s angst and I wouldn’t say its fluff. An attempt at crack if anything. Oh, and no doubts swearing coz I’m just like that. Oh, some mild blood and violence briefly.

Wordcount: 2000~

My Masterlist!

~ Sam and forever tags are open! ~

“Wait, what?” you stopped the youngest Winchester mid sentence, “J-Just run that by me again?”

“Well…” Sam shrugged, tilting his head curiously at your sudden reaction, “It’s the easiest way in without breaking in.”

“B-but,” you stuttered desperately, hoping to god the hotness on your cheeks wasn’t evidence that they were turning pink, “Pretend I’m your wife and go see the fucking marriage counsellor?”

You gestured to the small building Dean had pulled up in front of. A perfectly innocent looking place with a professional looking business name. However there was some suspicions that the counsellor himself was Werewolf. This didn’t exactly fill you with any confidence regarding this plan.

“Yeah I wouldn’t wanna be married to Sam either,” Dean tittered, “But Sam’s got a point, it’s a clean way in.”

“Are you boys forgetting what this guy possibly is?” you blinked rapidly in horror, “We could walk in and become this guy’s meal for his lunch break.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam flashed a reassuring smile at you, “We’ll conceal some silver weapons on us, it’ll be fine.”

You sighed heavily in defeat, rubbing your temple as you felt like the only person on the planet who thought this was a ludicrous idea, “Go on then, we get in there, then what? Get our marital issues out in the open?”

“Improvise,” Sam shrugged, “They’ll probably just ask us to make an appointment. So you keep them talking to buy us time and I’ll ask if I can use the bathroom and... scope the place out. See if I can find anything that confirms this guy is the culprit.”

“Wonderful,” you whined, “Foolproof, love it.”

“Here,” Sam opened the glovebox, retrieving a small box from inside.

You recoiled, instantly recognising the box and knowing what it held. Sam opens it to reveal his mother’s wedding ring.

“You can wear this,” Sam stated nonchalantly.

You felt the blood rush from your face and you freeze on the spot. You could just see Dean’s eyes twinkling with glee in the corner of your eye. He was loving this. Many a drunken night ago, the eldest Winchester had fed you one too many tequilas and all your concealed feelings for Sam came pouring out. You could see the corners of Dean’s mouth twitching, swiftly followed by him silently mouthing the word “awkward” at you whilst you stared down at the ring Sam offered you. You’d fantasised many a scenarios of Sam asking you to be his wife, precisely none of them were like this.

“S-Sam,” you shook your head, “O-okay we’re getting a bit too serious about this now, we don’t need-”

“Just put in on,” Sam laughed, forcing his Mother’s memento onto your ring finger, “It’s all we have that’ll be convincing.”

You grimaced, staring at the beautiful golden band. This isn’t right. This isn’t right. Help. Abort. ABORT.

“C’mon let’s go,” Sam opened the car door and quickly steppd out, popping open the boot and rummaging for some silver weapons quickly. You couldn’t find the motivation to move, you were completely frozen to that seat.

Dean tittered to himself in the driver’s seat.

“Shut up,” you snapped quickly, “He can’t make me do this. I won’t. I refuse!”

“Aw, but I’m afraid he is making you do it,” Dean giggled gleefully, as Sam tapped on your window, beckoning you to get out, “Hang in there soldier.”

You shot Dean your most dangerous glare as you reluctantly threw the car door open and climbed out.

You took a pistol loaded with silver bullets from Sam and stashed it inside your jacket. Clenching your eyes, you hoped that something would come up and stop you both from doing this. Alas, with each step towards the building, you felt your heart sink lower and lower.

This is not gonna go well. It can’t possibly go well. We’re either getting eaten or I’m gonna blurt some bowl full of crazy out.

Sam held the front door open for you and you both entered, walking into a small reception area. Nothing special or out of the ordinary jumped out at you. A small sitting area, the surrounding walls painted with a safe and neutral beige. Sam dragged you up to the counter where an over-smiley blonde lady sat expectantly.

“Hi!” she cheeped in an irritating tone, “How can I help? Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh, no,” Sam smiled casually, “We were hoping to make one?”

“Well aren’t you guys just in luck,” she clapped her hands making you jump with a start, “Dr Wells has a free slot right now if you’d like?”

“Uh…” Sam stuttered slightly, briefly glancing to you. With all the power you can muster you tried to force the message ‘OH HELL NO’ telepathically back to him.

“Sure!” he laughed unconvincingly, and your heart sunk more, “No time like the present.”

“Can I take your names?”

“It’s uh...Sam and Y/N Winchester.”

Your heart skipped a beat hearing your name referred to as a Winchester, but then you remembered the situation you’re in and come crashing back to reality.

“Great!” the receptionist typed away on her little computer behind the desk, “I’ll just let the doctor know and you can go right on through.”

“Great,” you drawled sarcastically as she swiftly left through a door.

“Could you be any less convincing?” Sam whispered harshly at you, “Can you just try a little?”

“Sam!” you hissed back at him, “We’re going to see a marriage counsellor. And. We. are. NOT. Married!”

“It’s okay, we’ll just improvise, like I said,” he tried to reason with you, “I’m sure we can make up some marriage problems stuff.”

“What, like my husband is a freaking pain in the ass who doesn’t listen! You didn’t even use a fucking fake name!”

“Just go with it, please!”

“Oh I’ll go with it, you just watch me go with it.”

The receptionist suddenly popped out from behind a different door and cheerily beckons you through. Sam watched you with narrowed eyes as you barreled on ahead in front of him with heavy stomps.

“Good afternoon,” an elderly gent with white hair and a neatly trimmed goatee welcomed you in the room the receptionist lead you.

“Hi!” you beamed over-enthusiastically, prompting Sam to throw you a worried look.

The man beckoned you to sit on the couch opposite his arm chair. He smiled warmly at you both and spoke with a soft calm voice.

“I’m glad we could fit you in on short notice. What made you decide to seek marriage counselling?”

“Yeah, what was it Sammy?” you folded your arms and glared at the Winchester.

“U-uh,” he stared wide-eyed at you for a moment before turning back to the doctor, “I- W-we feel like we’ve hit a-a road block in our marriage?”

“Oh really?” you tilted your head at him, not giving Dr Wells the chance to speak, “I thought it was to do with the fact I’m constantly tidying up after you. You stay up all night on your computer. You don’t clean your damn hair outta the shower plug. You never re-fill the damn coffee machine when you’ve drank it all!”

“W-what!?” Sam looked at you mortified, the biggest ‘what the fuck’ face you’d ever seen in your life on him.

“Well that’s what we do in these things right?” you narrowed your eyes and glared into his soul, “Vent out our frustrations?”

“Right,” he narrowed his back and counter glared, “So I can tell the good doctor here about how stubborn you are? That you blast music out at stupid hours in the morning? That you randomly go out on all night drinking benders with my damn brother?”

“Oh dont worry,” you huffed, still mad at Dean for teasing you, “Your brother’s a damn jackass too.”

“O-okay…” the doctor tried to step in tentatively, “I can see we’ve got a lot to delve into here.”

“Shut up!” you and Sam shouted at the doctor in unison.

“I don’t know what you’re getting all pent up about Sam,” you shrugged very matter of factly at him, “It was your idea to come here!”

“I don’t believe this,” Sam sighed in defeat, rubbing his forehead. This wasn’t what he planned. “L-look, Doctor h-have you got a restroom I can use?”

“Sure,” he answered, leaning back in his arm chair to take a breather, “Just up the stairs on your left.”

You continued to glare at Sam as he got up and motioned to leave, he shook his head, still in total disbelief and the door clicked closed behind him.

You sighd heavily, a thick tension filling the room. All that could be heard was the obnoxiously loud ticking from a clock on the rear wall. The Doctor observed you, making you shuffle uncomfortable on the couch.

“I get the feeling you don’t want to be here,” he chuckled.

“Way to go Doc,” you growled, every fibre of your being wishing Sam would hurry the fuck up already.

“I can see there’s a current hostility sure, the key is finding where that stems from. Do you resent your husband?”

“What the hell are you talking about? No he just fucking annoys me.”

“You say he stays up all night on his computer. He says you go out drinking with his brother. Do you feel his brother pays you more attention? Are you attracted to him?”

“Dude!” you cried in horror, “Ew!”

You couldn't deny that Dean is certainly a looker, but knowing him like you did, you could never yourself with him like that in any way.

“Are you still attracted to your husband then? Do you engage in sexual interaction?”

“Ha!” you squealed comically, “Oh Doc. Oooh if only you knew. I try so hard getting him to look at me and there’s just nothing. Nothing.”

“Are you scared he’s looking elsewhere?”

“I know he’s not looking elsewhere. He doesn’t have the time too. Listen, you don’t know the full story here and you’re not likely to ever find out if I have anything to do with it.”

Dr Wells looked at you puzzled, unable to find a suitable reaction to what he was hearing.

“All you gotta know is that big lug up there,” you pointed to the ceiling knowing Sam was probably creeping around and snooping somewhere on the upper floor, “Is the fucking love of my life, and I can’t even get the damn guy to look at me.”

The door suddenly burst open and Sam stumbled through. Your eyes widened at the sight of his jacket now spattered with copious amounts of blood.

“W-werewolves,” he gasped while he panted for air.

Dr Wells jumped to his feet, his face suddenly contorting into a mangled embodiment of rage. His teeth grew long, sharp and deadly, and a menacing roar bellowed from his snarl.

You hastily fumbled in your jacket for the pistol Sam gave you previously, but there was no need. As soon as Dr. Wells lunged for you, Sam was there, stopping the creature in its tracks with a silver blade to the heart.

You froze in disgust as the Doctor’s blood sprays back on you, and his body then slumps to the floor.

“You okay?” Sam rushed to you, “He didn’t get you did he?”

“No…” you mumbled, grimacing as you looked down at your ruined shirt, “Just bits of him got on me.”

Sam sighed with relief, dropping onto the arm of the couch to rest for a moment.

You followed suit, dropping onto the sofa next to him.

“Who’s that?” you pointed to his blood spattered shirt.

“The receptionist...” he answered bluntly.

“Right,” you nodded. Well, case closed at least.

“Um…” Sam looked at you questioningly, “What was that stuff you were saying before I came in?”

“W-what?” you blurted out, hairs standing on end, “Nothing. I said nothing.”

You instantly retreated, heading straight for the exit. You needed to get back to that car and kick Dean’s ass too.

“But!” Sam jogged after you, “I could’ve sworn I heard you say-”

“You heard nothing Sammy!” you squeaked, barging out of the exit and proceeding to scream obscenities at Dean.

Sam stopped inside for a moment, sighing deeply and shaking his head.

“She definitely said...” he mumbled to himself quietly, “....I love you too Y/N.”

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bigyack-com · 4 years

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Arjun Kapoor chills with Kareena Kapoor at Malaika Arora’s sister Amrita Arora’s birthday bash. See pics - bollywood

Former actor Amrita Arora celebrated her birthday on Friday in the company of her friends and family. A host of celebrities, including Amrita’s sister and actor Malaika Arora, her actor boyfriend Arjun Kapoor, actor friends Kareena Kapoor and Karisma Kapoor, among many others, attended the fun bash hosted by her. Arjun and Kareena had a Ki and Ka reunion at the party, post which Arjun shared a glimpse of them chilling together. Sharing a picture of Kareena leaning on to him, while holding a wine glass in her hand, Arjun wrote, “Blow a kiss, Fire a gun. Bebo’s always got Me to Lean On.”

The post caught the attention of their fans and got more than 1,68,000 ‘likes’ within a few hours. A fan wrote, “How do you think of these captions?” Another commented, “Bebo with baba.” One more wrote, “And she got your back....literally!!!!!”

Chunky Panday with wife Bhavna, Malaika Arora, Kareena Kapoor and Natasha Poonawalla at Amrita Arora’s birthday bash. ( Varinder Chawla )

Ritesh Sidhwani with wife, Maheep Kapoor, Seema Khan, Arhaan Khan, Malaika Arora’s parents at Amrita Arora’s birthday bash. ( Varinder Chawla ) While Kareena arrived in an animal print jumpsuit, Malaika kept it stylish in a short silver dress. Malaika had also posted a touching birthday post for Amrita. Sharing a picture a few pictures of them posing together during their various parties and vacations, she wrote, “Happy bday my Amu,amzu,amolla,amutti,ams, ..... alll names of endearment , coz we love u (p.s . Now don’t cry n get emo).”Arjun was accompanied by uncle and actor Sanjay Kapoor and his wife Maheep. Amrita’s other friends including Sohail Khan’s wife Seema Khan, producer Riteish Sidhwani with wife, Chunky Panday with wife Bhavna, Natasha Poonawalla with her husband also attended the party. Malaika’s son Arhaan and parents were also spotted. Also read: Amy Jackson celebrates 28th birthday with rain dance in bikini, says ‘just to live another day is a gift’. See pics

During the day, Amrita was showered with birthday wishes on social media. Natasha had posted a stunning throwback picture of their girl gang on Instagram and wrote, “Happy Happy Birthday Amu!! Keep shining like the star you are! Love you! @amuaroraofficial.”Follow @htshowbiz for more Read the full article

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pighedshanks · 6 years

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Nuvali Review

Last October 23, me and my family decided to go to Nuvali as a post birthday celebration of our Thatha’s 8th Birthday. We live somewhere in Batangas and Nuvali is in Sta. Rosa Laguna. We want our celebrant to have new experience and as he wanted to ride a boat, Nuvali came to my mind immediately. It’s all our first time visiting except for my mom who went with her friends before.

From where we live it’s a few hours away from Tanauan, Batangas. We rode the Balibago bound jeep beside Greenwich Tanauan. The fare was less than P50 per person. From Balibago Complex, we rode a jeepney again bound to Tagaytay. Fare was less than P30 per person. It’s quite a ride too from the Balibago Complex (akala ko malapit na from there!)

A bit of info about Nuvali.

NUVALI is the country’s first and largest eco-city development, built on the principles of sustainable design. A project of Ayala Land, NUVALI is a 2,290-hectare mixed-use development that straddles the cities of Sta. Rosa, Cabuyao and Calamba in Laguna. This integrated self-supporting eco-city is home to a vast gathering of residential communities, business spaces including the LEED silver certified NUVALI One Evotech, prestigious schools, shopping centers, and the 150-room Seda Hotel. As a veritable stomping ground for outdoor adventure enthusiasts, NUVALI offers nature amenities such as its 35-kilometer mountain bike trail, a multi-functional lake, hiking paths, a wildlife and bird sanctuary, and Camp N teambuilding and camping grounds.

COPIED FROM THE WEBSITE.

http://nuvali.ph

We arrived in Nuvali by 12:30pm. We crossed the road coz Nuvali is on the other side of the road. We walked a bit and there we can see the rails by the lake.

Our Thatha was so excited he wanted to feed the fishes immediately.

That is our Thatha buying fish feeds. Above him are the prices of the feeds and the boat ride.

Rails where you can feed the fishes.

He was jumping up and down with happiness while feeding the fishes.

these are the fishes. Consists of Kois, Tilapias and Bangus? Haha not sure. But I thinks they are so crowded especially when there are people feeding them. I encouraged Thatha to throw the feeds far from the rails so they don’t crowd below the dock. You can literally hear their smackings and flapping of fins and tails haha.

After feeding the fishes (we saved the other feed for later feeding before we went home), we rode the boat. It’s P40/person and we are only 5. My mom was in a hurry coz she’s hungry so we paid for 6 persons which is their minimum passenger in the boat.

The employees are polite. They helped us get on the boat. There are no lines yet but they seemed to be in a hurry coz we are not properly seated yet and some of us are not done putting our life vest but they sped on hahaha.

The ride was amazing, it’s only a 10 minute ride but I’m happy as our Thatha enjoyed it.

And then we are so hungry we decided to eat at Crisostomo’s which is only in a few steps from the boat and lake.

Their desserts are superb and the names of the food in their menu are unique. Derived from old names and some of them are mentioned in Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo. NO wonder since this Restaurant is called Crisostomo’s. The main Charcter in Rizal’s novels.

Cool huh?

We went to Kidzoona next as I found out the night before they have it in Nuvali, A bit like Kidzania but much smaller and cheaper also. Kidzoona is a bit far from the lake and we got lost as we are directed by the staff of a restaurant in the other side of Nuvali. Guards in Solenade are helpful. Especially the guard of BDO. Mind if I mention he look good too. Hihi. ^_^

Kidzoona is located in Solenade 3. A pain to find if it’s your first time in Nuvali like us hahaha.

After spending almost 2 hours in Kidzoona (will post another review on that soon) we went in the lake side to have our picnic. My mom and others went to Robinsons Supermarket to buy snacks.

It would be perfect if not for the drizzling rain. And the ‘Hantik/s’ haha. We lay out our mat under a tree coz it’s drizzling already. We are eating our snacks when we are attacked by Red Big Ants. Haha. So we changed location. We moved near the bank of the lake. There are bikers and other people having picnics despite the rain.

A couple under the tree. They are laughing so hard later on.

We went back to the lake to feed the fishes again and to ride the boat (again) but it’s late already so after feeding the Kois we decided to go home.

We had a great time in Nuvali. It’s far from our place yes, but the place is very relaxing and amazing it’s worth it. I wish there is a place like Nuvali near us so we don’t have to travel all the way to Santa Rosa (nakakaubos ng Chakra ang biyahe haha)

Thank you for reading my Review of Nuvali, Til next time. Annyeong!

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sexysilverstrider · 3 years

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i speedran the entire event lmao

#this hurted #coz literally silver and N are in this #and theyre BondingTM #but my hatred for kyouhei and pokemons mistreatment of the girls blind me to ignore #fafar plays pokemon masters

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unproduciblesmackdown · 6 years

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yallnve realized by now that this is a fulltime 100% narnia blog...and as i havent slept since finding out someone somewhere was set on making "the silver chair" into a movie & the dynamic world of narnalysis is the best i can offer,

first of all im like.........ya rly gonna just jump into the silv chair!! im not really interested w the details on what anyone plans to do with the content b/c i donno, ive never been really interested in the book. not because its like bad or anything, actually it's probably the most cinematic in terms of things actually happening at a steady rate. i just like what i like, maybe because its sort of lower scale? whatever. its not like its hard to make into a movie i dont think, is what im saying. that would be either the horse and his boy or prince caspian, probably the latter b/c like a genuine 1/3 of it is an expository flashback. but all of the books are bit tricky to adapt coz theyre just short, you have to pad basically all of them in some way or another. but sure. silver chair. w/e

the thing is that you Have to assume despite starting afresh that theyre doing this one since the first three books have been recently filmed? and this being the fourth. but How Are You Going To Just Jump Into This One. thats an awful lot of exposition thats being built on, at this point in the game we're neck deep in the Lore. you'd really just have to have read the previous books or at least seen the movies. are they counting on the audience to have done that? but at the same time its really not fair to fully rely on that. in the book you can go "read the other books" and wave it off in a sentence of "and then they explained it all" which does tend to happen in the actual text a fair amt. its a bit awkward in movie form though? its a plot point right off that eustace knows who prince/king caspian is. so then you have to sum up dawn treader. and that has to do with what happened in prince caspian, in which the plot of lww is pretty important. like, alright, possibly you could just explain tvotdt & take it from the perspective of the girl who doesnt know crap about narnia yet? but thats not nearly as good a starting point as lww. on account of that ones meant to be a starting point! i'll see scholastic / any publishings that try to push magician's nephew as the first book In Hell, frankly. strongest narnpinion right there. the published order over the chronological order

anyways i'm sure it can be figured out, its just.......Interesting to think how the silver chair intro might be made into Intro To Narnia v.2.0? will they even try or will it be "ok but seriously just have read the books or whatever before you come in here." mystery unfolds

another thing thats interesting is that lww is clearly abt like, hey kids here's a version of the resurrection for you. whereas silver chair doesnt have anything to do w any Biblical Events at all (tho of course neither does prince caspian, tvotdt, or the horse & his boy). it is instead about how atheists will try to steal your firstborns for.................reasons. (no reason, theyre just evil.) this one is just a major amplified version of another particularly ridiculous CS Lewis Apologism Favorite that runs through the books: that when it comes to having no Faith (in aslan but you know also the abrahamic god) everyone who doubts aslan/god is like, actively lying to themselves, because they have that Gut Feeling telling themself that their faith is not only whats righteous but also whats true. the gut feeling of truth is a big theme in the books, shit hinges on it all the time and makes doubt all Clearly Sinful instead of a reasonable result of aslan effing off for centuries or whatever. and speaking of, god only knows if lewis is really suggesting that real life doubt or nonreligiousness is 100% populated by people who are clenching their fists like "i know in my heart jesus is real but i dont want to believe it so i won't, damnit!" which yknow makes no sense for like....life, and uh? i dont know what its supposed to mean for like....other religions? i dont think he's about putting the nuance that not every concept of religious Faith is the same as in christianity into this book, i dunno abt his thoughts irl. lord knows its a mystery how he thinks that "if jesus wasnt lying and jesus wasnt Insane then christianity is real" argument means anything. nothing in the world fits that argument for finding out if something is true or not........and also it hinges on that concept of "insanity" which......like.......i'm sure is all about nice 1940s ideas of how "insane" people act. its shit, throw it out, i mean. and besides? as though theres a Logic argument to prove christianity as truth? have you just Solved religion, lewis? have you? sometimes, i swear..

anyhow so in the silver chair its just a big ol festival of his "atheists are lying to themselves" and "atheism starts by someone who Knows The Truth (jesus is real) lying to others, likely aka the devil or whatever, and the stand-in for the devil is a witch again." and lewis really seems fond of the allegory of the cave. smh! like, in that allegory "knowing" that your faith is true is impossible! but youre also out here arguing its logically provable? and don't forget the gut feelings thing. but it makes NO sense for him to drop it into this book universe because in this allegory the prince captured by atheists & the protags are people who have hopped into the cave and seen the sun and shit!! they dont need to be the people who have only ever seen shadows who need to be convinced that an outside world can exist!!! bitch!!! get your allegory in order. silver chair just.....lord. the lying babysnatching atheists

a n y w a y s . . . thats a weird conflict to put in your third act, and its also a weird argument to make re christianity, that even though you acknowledge its impossible to know that your faith is in something thats real, you're willing to risk it? its sort of like that idea that you might as well be religious even if you dont "believe" any religion is true, because you lose nothing and potentially gain both comfort in life and reward in an afterlife. but its kind of a big deal in christianity that you're supposed to believe that what you believe in Is Literally Real. maybe apologists are allowed to do that sort of thing in their arguments, i suppose. its like in the last battle where he has a dude who believes in another deity accepted into the christian afterlife b/c despite a lack of belief, his virtuous nature is, from a practical standpoint, accepted to be for all intents and purposes to be equivalent to having believed in the christian god, like if he happened to follow all other rules except the Believing In Jesus one then he's good to go anyhow. interesting in that its also supposed to be pretty vital in christianity that one has to accept jesus as god in order to be Saved all up into heaven! i suppose that guy in the book was meant to have been converted right before death or whatever. at that point its very unclear who is exactly dead or not, but probably everyone. still, aslan clearly makes the argument that "basically you might as well have been believing in me, so you're good to go." fascinating stuff. another one to ask lewis abt

uhhhh another point is that i think theyre intending to make other movies also? but not all four remaining ones!! and if i had to guess which one they'd be leaving out uhh lets say....the horse & his boy....................which conveniently is the other sort of sparsely plotted one. two kids ride horses towards narnia, briefly have to have a shenanigansy undercover sneak through a crowded city, ride towards narnia some more, and then one of them stays at some guys house while the other kid goes into narnian battle where he himself doesnt actually do anything, but that fact is described pretty funnily. its still sort of a fun one, on account of the sneaking around hijinx, and the fact that it happens to give ANY of the details of what tf the pevensies did for like the twenty years they reigned over narnia's golden age which the lww just tells you absolutely n o t h i n g about! the answer is: a lot of battling probably, on account of narnia went from being ruled for a century by someone who could kill you in a second and also why would you have invaded narnia at that time, it wouldve been like trying to invade russia. but then a bunch of kids took the throne and upended the whole system and the snow went away, it seems like a destabilizey time to invade or whatever. imo. but then again they mightve bought themselves a few years on account of aslan having shown up and all. but lbr, they were just put into battle right off and coronated three seconds later, theres no reason on that front that they wouldnt shy away from having more battles. and the books said there were a lot of battles. and in thahb, its like, well we've been battling a lot lately and now we're in shenanigans and we'll just have to battle our way out of it, which they absolutely do. edmund straight up decapitates a guy. how ARE they supposed to just transition immediately into english schoolchildren after a couple decades of that mess??? they even have the fancy courtly speech. its magic i suppose

the point is its kind of a fun book, oh also, aslan is TOP shenanigans in this one. he straight up actually attacks one of the protagonists, for Reasons, but still. not that he doesn't murder the pevensies in the last book. i mean, i guess you could argue that its just like Divine Coincidence where what with the unaligned timelines betwixt england and narnia, aslan couldve just picked the moment everyone was gonna die anyway and just tossed them over to X point in time in narnia. but I Donno.....im kinda with that university student who's stressing about whether aslan cause ww2 for the purpose of sending the pevensies to the wardrobe. like, that train accident that killed everybody killed four people on the platform & five people on the train in different carriages and everything, or maybe the numbers are switched because i dont remember where lucy was. im saying, that was a hell of a crash. but sure. anyhow, even more fun, aslan appears as a cat to the Other protag while he's spending a night on the edge of the wilderness, and scratches him for saying he once threw rocks at a stray cat. like, hard #same, aslan!!! wtf dude why arent YOU being claimed by satan

whats also fun is that it doesn't really take place in narnia, which is also the reason besides pacing that you wouldnt really want to make this one into a film? because uhhhh the whole worldbuilding lewis crapt upon everyone for calormen is clearly racist as fuccck. if you arent already familiar with all the books (namely this one and i suppose the last battle) then its like.....i guess its some sort of vague notion of the ottoman empire? its really just a mashup of any number of white-english-variety racist notions. everyone is brown, is it an inaccurate stab at an amorphous amalgam of middle eastern culture? east asian? are people islamic or hindu? just try and guess what he was going for because its just. not based on anyone needing to know anything about reality. lewis was against seasoning food i guess, because it will mention i guess like, people cooking with onions like the heathens they are. (spoilers: this country just exists in the narniaverse to represent Those Heathens). its not necessarily an Evil place, they are noble savages ok!! with their formal seriousness and cutthroat customs.......b/c they are not as advanced and peaceful as the white northern christians, see. closer to the less developed violence of their inherently backwards ways and Cruel Society reigned by violence DONT CONVERT OR YOU'LL DIE, KIDS. but also.....you wont be white? the reason of calormens existence is really never explained. telmarines came from englandverse on accident thru a magic portal just lying around, possibly thats whats meant to have happened there too? its never attempted to be explained. anyways its basically the intro to the disney aladdin.

lewis is entirely inconsistent and self contradictory all throughout the series for the sake of the authors convenience. this is part of what makes the stories fun and the worldbuilding charming. it is also what allows him to pull stunts that have you pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation and writing out essays to try to figure out how narnia is supposed to work. it is also what allows him, five books in, to be like, "here is the country to the south where the demon-worshipping gross scary brown uncivilized folk sit around hating narnia and confirming any racist notion you have about any nonwhite nonchristian country or culture." thanks, clive

its of course ludicrous and, of course, the protagonist shasta just so happens to be white despite being raised calormene. spoilers, he is narnian. or really from archenland, which isnt narnia but is still white and pro-narnia so its alright. i mean, technically narnia is allied with calormen at all points in time of the series? calormen just quietly tries an invasion in that book and also in the last book. so thats interesting. i suppose lewis is anti-crusades, which is big of him. the pevs arent out here trying to conquer calormen and convert them to narnianism. so that must not be the Destiny of the true christian? or are we meant to believe calormenes are beyond help? shasta who is of course secretly not "really" calormene is still representing someone undergoing "conversion," yet again, the guy is white. i suppose being brown is whats hopeless?

theres an inadvertently laughable line at the start of the book where a calormene expositorially points out that shasta is white by comparing him to the "accursed but beautiful" narnians. who are all white? is he just talking about the pevensies? the archenlanders (i cant remember where theyre meant to have come from either.) are like, all humanoid narnian natives white?? wtf, aslan. anyways, the dialogue is unnatural and funny enough, but its also like.....ok lewis, we got it, whiteness is the standard for all universes and everyone wishes they were white. stupid, sexy narnians.

what alllllmost suggests that being a poc isnt an automatic fastpass to hell is that im fairly sure the second protagonist aravis is a nonwhite calormene?? i dont remember it ever saying she was "fair" like the narnians the way the book immediately points out that shasta is. she is of course escaping an arranged marriage (the calormene plot to sort of vaguely try to invade narnia is also based on forcing susan to marry a dude she doesnt like yet who she apparently genuinely considered as a suitor when he wasnt acting like a jerk? so not only a dude who isnt white but a dude who isnt aslanian christian. its a whole complicating element to just toss out in this otherwise flat af worldbuilding, dude!! not to mention? despite the battles and shit, susan was out here considering marriage? how absolutely fucked up would it have been if any of them married and then effed off back to england. moving along) but she is from the start portrayed as equally sympathetically as shasta and nothing about her is pointed out as being Bad and Reprehensible, which the narration has no qualms about doing. she even gets to spend some time with her calormene friend, who is not exactly meant to be as sympathetic or noble but certainly isnt portrayed as at all evil. like...theres at least the occasional exception apparently, in which maybe not every person is inherently evil and violent and cruel. who knows

also aravis definitely later marries the white protag?? but apparently interracial marriage isnt entirely Unthinkable here. wait, also, aravis claims to be somehow a direct descendant of the calormene god tash? first of all, is that true, comma, possible? in the last book its confirmed that tash is real, albeit, like, a demon. dunno what c.s. is telling us with that one. is aravis related to a demon. we can only guess on account of the theme of Inconsistency

anyways. i suppose you could make it into a movie if you just threw out the racist shit. but the "calormen is also distinguished from narnia via its religion" element is also a touch janky. can it be thrown out too? if they intend to produce the last battle, will it be thrown out then. it kind of comes up again. if you get rid of those elements though, the stakes get a little blurrier and more political and more "wait well why would they have any beef with each other in the first place" if you cant just easily point out that the calormenes are shaking their fists at the narnians and their demon worship and their jealousy at not being white. again, are all centaurs white or something? wtf

truly calormene is the most racist ass shit in the whole series, but the concept comes up in less painfully direct ways other times, too. why are there native species in narnia that are considered inherently evil?? sure, the white witch as the stand-in for the devil wasn't originally from narnia. was she creating shit too? i dont remember what she was up to on account of i havent read the magicians nephew in a hot minute. i know they had to take a pegasus into a garden of eden type shit to smoke her out of wherever she was lurking for some reason or another. still. whys there whole types of creatures who are universally and unilaterally condemned? i know we're meant to believe that they just have evil intent according to their nature, but uh....theres no point at which any of these creatures are given a chance? maybe they served the white witch because she was nice to them for once. you're not given the chance to know. EXCEPT for the fact that you get shit like: giants are evil save for the occasional exception, like in lww when a "good" giant is described as having like, a long family line, and "traditions." not like Those Sorts. they do talk in like prince caspian and shit, when their numbers are miserable and theyre discussing tactics, whether to get help from the gross hags and harpies and etc and ppl will talk about Those People and Sorts and Rabble and its like...jfc. b/c apparently sommme of them can be decent! if theyre a giant or whatever. and meanwhile the dwarfs are always chaotic neutral or whatever. not believing in aslan but not necessarily being anti-narnia coz they live there. but sometimes being good guys!! but sometimes being bad guys, and jadis was cool to them apparently. like.................theres definitely cases of Types of narnians who fall outside the "born good / born bad" system, and thats pretty fucked. wolves too? theyre the Talking Beasts aslan definitely created, but on the side of the white witch? how was she having trees be on her side, too? whats going on around here. whats the moral meant to be. smh

uhh well anyhow, you could do a nice essay on gender re narnia. on account of sometimes its staleass typical sexist tropes like uhh, say,, the devil stand-ins keep being women? witches, ok. and the idea of "women need to be protected as pure creatures" as a basic sexist notion, and even lewis taking a relatively subdued jab at the idea of calling that sexist. susan being the miniature mom character type, and of course the infamous last battle bit where, in an attempt to describe her lack of spirituality as a self-insert of what lewis considered his own period of fake maturity via rejection of christianity, she's of course not only described as not believing in narnia (which????? what is anyone supposed to make of that. again, in the allegory of the cave shit, she's been outside the cave!!! she lived in narnia for YEARS AND YEARS and then WENT BACK. how are we supposed to believe she just convinced herself it wasnt literally real? its not quite the same as someone losing their faith in christianity.) but as like, wearing makeup, damn her. even if he wasnt trying to make the point that "look at boys and go to hell" which, i suppose he couldnt, as in narnia susan was being courted just fine as queen, yet i suppose also she didnt marry anyone—anyways, of course its still sexist to slight the way she decides to dress as some form of false maturity, even if its meant to be metaphor. just clumsy af & not great when again, devils are always witches around here. and being younger is to be more spiritually pure which like............mmm ok. this is sort of another one of those weirdly sexless fantasy universes, why do those keep happening. i mean sure this is a christian fairy tale for kids. but nobody even gets married save for in the last paragraphs of a couple books. its left a bit ambiguous whether thats even spiritually acceptable in the narnia rules, unless its to Continue the Line a la the telmarine monarchy from caspian the first to tirian the whateverth. hm

but also of course you get the young girl characters being...somewhat almost allowed to fight (archery mainly) but anyways at least being given equal status to the boys who are there also. theres even mention of once apparently narnia being ruled by a queen w no kings around. fantastic. and theres some non-witch lady characters on occasion. the human characters are where the dynamics are most at, i suppose, but anyways this at least has some nuance & at times seems to go just a bit beyond what you might expect from some old dude in the 50s. still not that surprising or innovative, but not completely flat, and seeming to contain at least a little reflection upon the topic

the essay of race re: narnia would be really short though. Its Racist Af. if you threw classism in too, you might get a bit more length out of it. but really its just so flat in this subject, and totally needless. there's the fact that even narnia is ruled by white english people but.....you can really do without juxtaposing this with the heinous nonwhite country somewhere over there. the rest of the books operate just fine w/o this

tolkien mentioned HIS scary brown backwards civilization to the south a lot more fleetingly in lotr but its....v much the same worldbuilding as narnia??? aka middle earth is pretty much an imaginary proto-england where you dont want to go too far east or south or you run into dangerous &/or inherently evil territory!! ok, jrr.....who was the other people in the inklings?? what did they write. could no one rein these guys in. coz lewis is over here with his Alternate Universe england. with uhhhh wilderness to the north and west and the dangerous evilish racismland to the south. and the ocean and dont forget narnia is a flat earth to the east. also? why are the lone islands like that. can aslan take care of some of that shit. for gods sake. anyways. the all-white good guys / evil poc should be thrown out of everything, thats not what makes the worldbuilding in either lotr or chronarnia at all interesting. yet is it is surely a subsection of the inherent Englishness of both examples........it warrants analysis but not "carrying on into films or anything based on either's precedence in the fantasy genre."

god who knows what im talking about at this point. im just saying "if they arent looking to even bother trying to wrangle the horse and his boy into something not ludicrously racist then i wouldnt be at all surprised." still, do you suppose theres like a curse where unless all narnia books are given some sort of film adaptation, the world won't know peace? more likely the world would end, maybe. the curse of clive. i dont really remember but that elder bbc series sure didnt cover the whole saga

well this is long enough but lets all set off in more endless, doomed narnalysis, such as

my thesis on trying to figure out what. the Fuck any reader is supposed to make out of edmund's role in the lww

whats the deal with merpeople?!

where are all these witches coming from, anyways

seriously if the narnians were just less murderous to the Undesirable species would they have been on the pro-aslan side all along

if there was only two humans staying in narnia at its birth, wouldnt their line like, die out immediately with their kid.

where did the archenlanders come from

where did the calormenes come from

oh yeah and like. are we seriously meant to believe that, at the end of the world, when aslan reveals that being goodnatured supercedes having the Wrong Religion, there is only one calormene in all of a) current existence and b) history who fits the bill? really. why even bring it up, then.

how did narnians react to their four monarchs completely disappearing......for real.....and what happened to the line to the throne?? was there just no ruler until the telmarines came in and took things over for the rest of the few centuries or whatevs.

when was that deep magic in lww written? at the start of narnia? coz thats the magicians nephew. again, how tf did the white witch get any leverage in that one. how was that supposed to be a good idea. wtf. see my thesis

whats the white witch supposed to represent as a stand-in for the devil? not helping that i dont remember the details of magicians nephew for shit, but she's definitely in the Multiverse lore of narnia as being from a different world as narnia and england. wtf is like...her nature

how weird is it in narnia that you have a god who drops in confused alien children to both go on personal journeys and save the world? is narnia-aslan/earth-jesus also dropping other children from other worlds into other other worlds? via other forms? hmm

lewis is all but inviting us the readers to be filling in the blanks with narnia fic. he's basically like, outright actually inviting fic with people wanting to speculate what happens with susan, who must inevitably return to narnia as lewis intends her to represent his own departure from (and obvious inevitable return to) christianity

a weird detail that is also never elaborated on: in addition to the narrator freely inserting loads of opinions into the narration, there's a time or two its made clear that like, the narrator has gotten this info from interviewing the characters. how'd you know about that last battle, "they all died and this happened in the afterlife" shit, huh. just another weird element

sussing out other lewispinions, like how he hates all schools apparently

narnia vs middle earth!! both quasi englands, both pre industrialization, both with christ figures running around some more than others, both with the need for rightful kings, totally different roles for humans tho. well, thats the whole comparison

and, inevitably, more.

#just narnblogging #or narbling #stay tuned for......murder

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tired213 · 7 years

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The Waiter

You were sitting in the library, trying to focus on your next assignment. Your brain was working a million miles as you tried to think. So, when your best friend crept up behind you and placed his cold hands against your exposed neck, you barely held in a scream. "Timothy Drake I will murder you if you ever do that again!" You hissed at him, swatting his hands away from your neck. He chuckled and slid into the seat next to yours, looking a bit stressed and very much tired. What else was new for the vigilante? "So, (y/n). You know how Bruce throws seemingly random panties to keep up the whole 'whoo~ look at me, I'm a playboy' charade and all that?" Tim asked, looking over the work you were doing. You sighed and dropped your pen on the table, rolling your eyes and propping you chin up with your hand. "Let me guess, he has suddenly invited you to one and you accepted because you were too tired to really register what he was saying and you need a date?" You asked, chuckling lightly as he nodded sheepishly. "You do know that this would be easier if you just came out and started dating Kon publicly right?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as he slapped a hand over your mouth and made a 'shush' movement. "Will you step in for me? Kon's away even if I wanted to come out" Tim hissed back, looking around the room to make sure no one had heard. You thought for moment, watching as horror dawned on his face, before chuckling, swatting his arm and telling him to pick you up at 8 on the night. ~*~ Dick greeted you with a warm, one-armed hug, his girlfriend giving you a small wave as he greeted you and Tim happily. "Timmy! It's been ages! How've you been?" Dick asked, pulling Tim away for a long brotherly chat about 'family business'. You chuckled and greeted Kory with a smile before wondering off. To be perfectly honest you weren't really one for theses things and neither was Tim; but if he had to suffer, you supposed you could suffer with him and get piss drunk. You were, thankfully, left to your own devices, going back and forth between the bar and the food bar, nobody bothered you and you didn't bother anyone else. That was until you felt a grabby pair of hands sliding down your back. You turned to slap the person but your hand was caught by the culprit. He was well toned man with handsome features and slicked golden-brown hair. He was also clearly drunk off his tits. "Let go of me you twit" you hissed, trying to rip you hand from his grip. He simply held on tighter, edging closer and pressing his nose into your hair. "You smell as good as you look, mind giving me a taste?" He asked, licking his lips and making you pull a disgusted face. You tugged at your hand again but he twisted it oddly and made you hiss in pain. "Let go before I slam my foot in your face" you hissed. When he didn't move you aimed a kick at his gut but he simply moved. You greatly regretted moving to a more closed-off area of the party; you curse your distaste for crowds. He was about to advance again when he was literally ripped off of you and thrown across the room. You turned around and aimed a well-placed kick, getting him in the stomach with the very tip of your shoe. You then turned to see a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes, he wore a black waiters outfit with a white apron and a silver tray tucked under his arm. He was also seething at the man, if you didn't know that it was impossible to carry a gun in the building you'd expect him to start shooting. "Thank you, but I would've gotten him off eventually" you thanked, grumpy that a stranger had to help. The man turned to you with a weird look on his face; like some had slapped him with his favourite food, delighted that it was there but confused as to why he was being hit with it. "Your welcome?" He replied, huffing out a confused chuckle. It was your turn to look confused, you crossed your arms and tilted your head, looking a little lost. He couldn't help but find it a bit cute. "What?" You asked, moving back towards the bar, where a bartender appeared out of nowhere with drinks. "Well, most girls either thank me or get all 'I could've done it myself'. Never met someone who did both" he chuckled, tilting his head in thanks and downing his beer. You rolled your eyes and began to sip at your own beer, sitting on a stool and gesturing for him to do the same. "I know were thanks are needed. But I am a big girl, I can do things without men who just want to fuck afterwards doing it for me" you replied, watching as he chocking on his drink and laughed. "So you're not new to these parties?" He chuckled, waving at one of the party members, who gave him a weird look. You shook your head and gestured to Tim, who was awkwardly dancing with an older woman and looking around for help. "I'm his go-to. I'd ask you the same but your a waiter, you've probably been to more than I can count" you sighed, taking another swig and flagging down the bartender, ordering another round. "Nah, I'm only here coz I was asked to" he replied, chuckling at Tim's misfortune. "And what do you mean go-to? Is Timmy not treating you right?" He asked, using the nickname that made Tim what to throw the people who used it off a bridge and you laugh. "Nah, we're just mates, he's too chicken to bring who he really wants to. You know him?" You asked, taking a swig of beer. You were starting to feel tipsy, the alcohol finally catching up to you. "We work in the same field, sometimes" he replied casually. You sighed, 'another one?' You asked yourself. "So which one are ya? Can't be Robin, you're too big. Bats is out, you're too nice. Red Robin is out too, that's T-man" you asked, making him look at you in surprise. "Yes I know, Tim crawled his ass to me one too many times with ridiculous injuries so I followed him and voila~ here I sit, all the knowledge I shouldn't have" you answered his unspoken question. He chuckled a little and held his hand up. "Jason Todd, and what do I call you, oh great holder of the forbidden knowledge?" He asked, smirking as you gulped. Red Hood, notorious of being a ruthless fucker with a gun fetish. "(Y/n) (l/n), no wonder you could throw him, you're infamous" you answered, feeling a little more at ease when Jason laughed again. You chuckled, liquid courage making you less afraid of the ruthless criminal. "(Y/n)! Where have you been? Todd! What are you doing here?" Tim suddenly appeared behind you, glaring at Jason a little as you gave out a slight hiccup. "Getting to know good Ol' Jason Todd here, oh and kicking some creeper's ass, again with Mr Todd" you replied, turning to your best friend. Tim sighed and turned to Jason, who was laughing at you. "Great, now you're drunk. Well we're going home. And you! What are you doing here?" Tim asked accusingly. Jason held up his hand and pointed to Bruce, who was apologising to some woman and sending aspirated glances at Damian. Tim pulled you away, pulling you to the door but you wrestled away from him and walked back to Jason, who was finishing off his beer. "Liquid Courage told me to tell you to call me" you said, sliding a piece of paper with your number on it to him. Jason looked at the note then beamed, slipping it into his pocket. "Tell Liquid Courage it's the best" he called as Tim dragged your half-drunk ass out of the building.

#dc comics #jason todd #jason todd x reader #tim drake #nightwing x starfire #Liquid courage #batfamily

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hey hey got tagged by @delusions-of-decency

The last 1. drink: coke 2. phone call: how do i say my mum w,o it bein dorky 3. text message: finn obviously 4. song you listened to: liability, lorde 5. time you cried: monday on the tram 6. dated someone twice: noope 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yea 8. been cheated on: no ? 9. lost someone special: fuck 10. been depressed: look, 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: eVERY TIME i am a hell child 3 favourite colours: idk like? light pink? maroon? lavender? aah? yyellow

In the last year have you 15. made new friends: yes!! 16. fallen out of love: ye, 17. laughed until you cried: i hope so? 18. found out someone was talking about you: yep @ bee u gay thing 19. met someone who changed you: definitely 20. found out who your friends are: oh yeah baby 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: one or two (or eight)

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: some, definitely more than half? probably? 23. do you have any pets: two cats n a dog 24. do you want to change your name: i have before.. and i definitely wasnt just imagining doing it again earlier tonight? and i also definitely havent look at changing my middle name to match my gf?? no! 25. what did you do for your last birthday: get drinks w, friends and sleep in a polyam sandwich 26. what time did you wake up: too early. 8:20. left the house by 8:35 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: getting way too flustered by a cute grl on okc / trying to watch a movie but probs talking to finn ngl

28. name something you can’t wait for: the cold embrace of death- whAT?? probably actually being @ uni and also moving out and not dying and emotional stability pls 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: cough cough like two? hrs ago rip 31. what are you listening to right now: my brain mostly and i try to tune that guy out as much as i can 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: briefly?? 33. something that is getting on your nerves: literally abuse apologists n people who r g??? with them? ffs im not even sorry im so fucking done i ranted to jemimah for like 2 hours today and like i am. fucking done like im writing angsty poetry that i cant even upload yet and im fucking done man do ne rip im out 34. most visited website: my blog, google docs lmao, fb,

35. hair colour: naturally light brown, currently godawful silver 36. long or short hair: short omg me with long hair was a Travesty 37. do you have a crush on someone: whaaaat??? nO??? like seven and a half 38. what do you like about yourself: my conviction n my collarbones and not this answer idfk like? stuff, probably 39. piercings: septum and ears except i went to put earrings in the other day and i couldn’t get them in which may have been tremors but also they may have closed over whoops 40. blood type: is there a personality test for that 41.nickname: no 42. relationship status: in the gay 43. zodiac: gem/scorp/leo 44. pronouns: they/them , lowkey thinking abt adding fae/faer into the mix but also havent told anyone so hey everyone thats a thing idk 45. favourite tv show: help idk like? fuck idek ,, brooklyn 99? bob’s burgers? i don’t know? neither of them are intellectual but look, 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: i forget 49. sport: who 50. vacation: anywhere people aren’t. iceland mostly. i want puffins and cold 51. pair of trainers: what

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: granny smith apples ayy 54. drinking: still coke 55. i’m about to: go to sleep coz i need to get up at literal dawn (not actually) to go for geelong with my gf tomorrow

56. waiting for: friday.. friday night. post friday.. seeing finn. seeing catherine. the rest of my life. charlie to die so i find out his horoscope in the obituary. uni. death. idk, wow somewhere along these questions i decided to die not really but also really 57. want: money so i can not stress about that but probably still feel this bad, but with money 58. get married: if it’s lorde or samira wiley , otherwise idc 59. career: what is the point of life

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: yes 61. lips or eyes: yes 62. shorter or taller: yes 63. older or younger: older tbh 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Aarms but also omg tummies r cute ok tummies no wait arms idk 65. hook up or relationship: what is sex lmao give me the relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: idc

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: yep 68. drank hard liquor: yea 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: 20/20 vision, babe 70. turned someone down: yep rip 71. sex on the first date: actually yeah? 72. broken someone’s heart: uh shit probs less rapey ben or imaad apPArently 73. had your heart broken: rip i can’t read all of a sudden 74. been arrested: does cops forcibly escorting me from- yes oh fuck i have 75. cried when someone died: bitch im still crying 76. fallen for a friend: i dont do it any other way

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: i did at the start of this quiz when i had faith in the world but mm unsure 78. miracles: nope 79. love at first sight: no 80. santa claus: nope 81. kiss on the first date: what tf do u mean believe in? does it exist? yea? is it moral? also yea 82. angels: no

OTHER: 83. current best friend’s name: there are multiple 84. eye colour: hazel 85. favourite movie: i have no distinguishing characteristics but probably uh fuck like probably the way he looks bc im sad rn Tagging: idk i got sad go for it tho

#softly spoken #wow i am a litigated disaster omg #rape ment.

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