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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years

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hae interrogationes multae respondeant quia demens .

if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation

Um, Obviously because when you’re adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh

this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.

Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherries

i haven’t heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbel’s 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho

speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible

tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing i’d do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? that’s how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist.

Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will 🙏

how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but let’s unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???

'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right??

about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and it’s just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.

you are the only funny person on this hellsite

how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often it’s hilarious to me.

Wish there was more john/Bruce content 😔😔😔 was so hungry I actually looked at canon media 😔😔😔 (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)

check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least it’s john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? it’s not for everyone)

dick grayson but he's nicki minaj

his anaconda don’t want none,,, unless......

Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol

you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit could’ve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.

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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself don’t just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.

Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery

ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i don’t find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.

i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD

THANK YOU

bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.

people tend to do it in the bathtub.

WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns

i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think

lmao fair enough, like i think that’s a large part of what i remember as well.

if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk

i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.

saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3

literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.

I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. I’ve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.

fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)

It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece

OH my god dude lmao

there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more

it’s like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :(((( )

i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)

shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think it’s too bad, they’re a great couple and i love them.

Wait, hear me out

Bernothy @redlightofdawn

great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname

Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?

Wait no, I regret sending that ask

these were two seperate asks and they’re HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.

crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-

WHERE’S THE ESSAY ANON, WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyone’s Tim’s ever love before started dying lol

she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriend’s house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.

Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god

lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.

Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like

send to me or lose a toe

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thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.

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This is the whole of Blüdhaven and everyone anywhere.

Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags ✨send me✨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flow

fanksss also lmao.

That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but

There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?

oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.

"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure

yes totally, i think they’d be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.

I miss your post, hope you’re doing okay!!

haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didn’t have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.

Doot doot!

noot noot

I’m confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me

lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zucco’s wife, bc dick’s life wasn’t traumatic enough yet.

sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"

lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwing

(not a batcest shipper) it’s so funny to me that the responses are “i’m a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesn’t bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think it’s weird” to “i wish all batcest shippers a very fucking die”

yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to ‘i dont care please leave me and everybody else alone’ bc i think there’s really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place you’re standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ‘nightwingsbuttchin200186′ like... calm down, we’re all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.

so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side

i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like ‘yeah let’s get this kid a good guardian’ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like ‘okay we can work with this, this is the best home i can find’ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like ‘uhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?’ and like 3 years later. ‘okay so basically, my neighbours’ kid imprinted on me and now they’re dead, can i keep him?’ two years later it’s like ‘okay so this assassin child-’

ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.

wow. the IMPACT.

Braver than any US marine man props to you🤝

this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didn’t get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots i’d love to see it.

Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.

May I ask where your username originates from?

yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like ‘timdrakes something something’ or ‘jason todd something smoething’ or ‘dick grayson something something’ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and that’s my username story... now it’s my whole entire brand lmao.

yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim

no? it’s bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho)

How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited

fenomenal next question.

Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now I’m screaming crying throwing up so thx for that

(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)

i was so funny for that shit wasn’t i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts

You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel

you’re welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.

Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-main

he’s that much of a slut irl too dw.

Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.

lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy

stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

oh yes it is my darling.

did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily

no he did it bc fuck the french.

im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist

okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.

your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue

i’m scared of madonna that’s why she’s not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.

suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dick’s playlist🤩

sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didn’t agree with me.

Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit

yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW

Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics

clark reads smut confirmeeed

NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector

that’s actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc he’s great and i love him.

One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy

literally tho. like that’s all of dick’s friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like ‘wow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with me’ and wally’s like ‘we’ve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what it’s like’ and dick is like ‘sorry are you complaining?’ and they just make out.

superfam and batfam associations??

-batman and superman

-dick/barabara and supergirl?

-conner and tim

-jon and damian

pls enlighten me I am confused

nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl

I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)

sorry can’t reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.

good human what are your pronouns?

wouldn’t you like to know?

I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes

everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont

don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily

dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants

Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.

damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo

Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally it’s killing me 😩✋🏼 Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist 😃🤞🏼 And uh yeah have a good day ✨

stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? i’m stupid? have a good day!!

All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadet

batman knows it’s them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? he’s like ‘red hood?’ and 3 people answer and he’s not about to compromise some identities so he’s just Pissed.

I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I don’t know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this

vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.

seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go

emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet

People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.

dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME

dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet

all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise

bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves

thoughts on teen titans and young justice

haven’t seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit it’s not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!

ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them

log off tumblr?

Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling “What are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!” At steph etc

huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.

I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something

fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.

lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastugh

unfortunately, i have to admit,,, you’re right

why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf

idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they can’t kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)

There’s no such thing as “ copaganda”.

all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you

is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa

no. find her as owa owa as you want.

aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:

1. tim

2. Steph

3. dick

4. Duke

5. the rest

you’re wrong but it’s cute that you tried, i generally don’t have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED

oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs

i mean some italians aren’t white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.

dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.

super random but

jason 🤝 damian

old english

lmao fair enough.

tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.

yuppp lmao that’s definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him who’s like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.

I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.

i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.

so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?

no. dunkin donuts all the way

One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker

now he doesn’t even have the gun :) lmao

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

bruce gets codename ‘ugh’ everytime. he hates it.

crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown

SO CRAZY HUH?

batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink

absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.

unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator

dude they’re WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.

When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution

bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while she’s talking.

#literally if you got through this i just respect you #this is mainly just for the people who sent me an ask in the past few mask #i hope your ask is in here :)#sorry for everybody else #ask #bataranswers #this took me 4 hours to do so i hope youre happy #also sidenote #does anybody know the latin translation for 'to become'#bc i just used future of 'esse' but it could be a different verb #who cares tho latin is a dead language #big congratulations to everyone who translates my sentence #here's a bonus sentence: tuam matrem futueram

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marvels-chaos · 3 years

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My WandaVision Theories/Opinions

++ SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION++

Hayward has to go. I dont think ive ever wanted someone dead as much as i want him dead. Calling Wanda a TERRORIST? Changing what Monica thinks about her experience inside the hex to fit his view? Asking Jimmy if there is any names he could call Wanda? TRACKING VISION AND FINDING A WAY TO SEE INSIDE THE HEX WITHOUT SHARING?? Vision was dissembled when Wanda came, I think that S.W.O.R.D was the one going against Visions will by turning him into a weapon.

Im iffy on “Pietro.” He said he remembers being killed by Ultron, then being called by Wanda and being on her doorstep. He mentions that Vision is dead, but how would he know that? Very possible Wanda explained it to him off camera what was going on, but I dont think thats the case.. He also doesnt seem to remember some stuff about their childhood, which is off to me. He also seems to have some sort of tattoo on his arm, and I only see OM and its outlined in blue and colored in red and idk how to feel about the tattoo either- because it doesnt make sense as far as I know AOU Pietro didnt have any tattoos??

IS it all Wanda? People keep mentioning its way out of her power set, and Wanda doesnt seem to know how any of it started. I think someone else is in control, maybe Mephisto?? I dont think its possible for it to all be Wanda. It may be that Wanda is controlling the people to live that way since her power set includes mental manipulation, but im thinking that there is someone else helping Wanda control her reality.

Vision was really set on helping the people of Westview that he was gonna sacrifice himself to help them, and I find that really interesting. Maybe he doesnt want to be with Wanda anymore and helping the people escape is his only escape.

I think Monica is gonna get superpowers, because as our queen Darcy said, Monicas cells are being rewritten. In the process of her cells being rewritten, it gives her superpowers.

Agnes is also a little sus to me. That entire scene of her in the car talking to Vision has me so messed up. Like- Wanda wont let them think about leaving?? Vision DOESNT KNOW ABOUT THE AVENGERS?? Agnes telling Vision hes DEAD?? AGNES BEGGING FOR HELP?? I think some people in town including Agnes and Pietro know more then theyre letting on.

“WandaVision” might not be there names put together, because as Marvel says, “nothing is what it seems.” I think it means that its Wanda’s Vision of a perfect reality, things she could never have outside of the hex, like a family or a normal life, because lets be real i doubt life at the compound was normal. And I dont think living with Vision in Scotland was either.

The commercials are interesting to me. Im pretty sure they tell Wandas life. Because the commercial Stark Industries could be letting on that Stark's missiles killed her parents and then Tony came back into her life after AOU. The HYDRA/Strucker commercials- Wanda and Pietro signed up for Struckers experiments and then worked for HYDRA. The Lagos paper towels, Wanda accidently killing thousands of people in Lagos. And the Yo-Magic yogurt, “the snack for survivors” I think that has something to do with Wanda and Pietro being the only survivors of Struckers Experiments??

By no means is this a complete list, and I will most likely add onto this as we get new episodes! Feel free to add aswell :)

#wandavision #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff

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libidomechanica · 3 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #165 texts

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jaehoneey · 5 years

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» series: secret relationship au

» jisung x reader

» fluffy, angsty, a lil dirty

» setting: modern korea

» warnings: mentions of drugs, firearms, and a heck lotta pain

» im so sorry this is so long i dont know what came over me

The sixth time you fell in love, you wished you could turn things around.

Your sixth life was quite similar to your third, your lifetime with Changbin. You were in a gang once again, and this time, you had the upper hand.

You joined your dad when he would go to meetings or dealings, with his constant reminder that you’ll be the one handling the deals soon. You would also join your other dad-- who’d rather be called “daddy”-- when he would go on jobs that required dirty work, with his constant reminder that you need to defend yourself as well.

Currently, you were in the shooting range, trying on the new leather gloves they had given you. They were black and a perfect fit on you, you smiled as you reached out to take a handgun, then checked to see how quickly you could reload the magazine. When you felt that it was just as fast, maybe even faster, you couldn’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift up.

“Y/n, you’re here.”

You turned your head as you put the gun back down to the table. “Yes dad, I wanted to try the gloves out.”

“And?”

“They’re lovely,” you praised as you looked at your hands again, “I feel amazing wearing them.” You looked up at him and slightly tilted your head. “But you never go here. Daddy does that. So why are you here, dad?”

He chuckled pleasantly. “You caught me there, darling,” he then moved aside to reveal a boy behind him, who seemed to be admiring the range, “I was showing our new recruit around.”

You blinked as you focused on the boy, who had just realized that the older man was talking about him, so he stopped looking around, looked at you, then bowed.

Your dad chuckled again. “This is my daughter, Y/n. Y/n, meet the new recruit, Han Jisung,” the said boy bowed again, “he’ll be helping with the weapons and hacking. Feel free to show him around later on.”

“But you’re already doing that.” You pointed out.

“I only have so much time on my hands, I can’t show him everything I have to.”

“Alright, dad, as you wish.”

“Now,” your dad turned and he placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “you’ve seen where we use the guns. It’s about time you saw where we keep them.”

Days passed, and you realized earlier on why your parents had chosen to recruit Jisung; his skills were remarkable.

He could dissemble a gun as quickly as you could normally breathe, he could hack even if his eyes weren’t trained on the screen, and lastly, hell, he was one good kisser.

“Jisung,” you breathed out, “we can’t.”

“Princess, please,” he growled, “your parents are out, and for the first time, as you said, they didn’t take you with them. You should try and relax. Let me relax you.” He chuckled softly before nipping on your skin again.

“Jisung!”

Three days after that night, your parents decided to bring you both out to dinner, saying it was a celebration for Jisung’s official welcome to the family.

“Now,” your daddy started as he sipped on the wine, “Jisung, tell us, do you have a boyfriend? We could bring him in as well.”

Jisung’s eyes widened and you did your best to not snap your eyes towards him. “N-no sir,” he cleared his throat, “no boyfriend, sir.”

“Oh?” Your dad seemed intrigued. “But with a face like that? No boyfriend?” Jisung shook his head. “Why?”

“No time,” he replied cooly, “I was busy training and going with Mr. Kim to meetings to get me scouted.”

Your dad hummed. “I’m glad I scouted you. A shame for others, really, they didn’t discover a diamond in the rough.”

Jisung slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment, saying a brief thank you. Then your parents focused on you.

“As for you, our sweet daughter, we have set up a blind date for you.”

You choked on your food and you immediately reached out for your water, drinking it in one go. You focused on your parents with stinging eyes.

“A- a what?”

“A blind date,” your daddy simply stated as he took a bite of the steak, “I know we haven’t been letting you off lately, and we feel bad about it. Besides, it’s about time you meet someone. She’s a good girl, and her father could be a potential ally.”

“You don’t have to marry her,” your dad quickly intervened, seeing the look on your face, “just let her father see your skills, he’ll come to us.”

You hummed as you nodded, knowing that there was no way out.

As they talked among themselves, you and Jisung shared a nervous glance. You were both straight, if that night didn’t make it clear already, and it still seemed that if you came out straight in this society, you’re a dead man, and woman, walking.

So the night before your blind date, Jisung had snuck in your room. You two were on the bed, your head resting on his lap as he played with your fingers. He seemed to be nervous, tense even, and you didn’t ask him why, knowing that he’d bring it up in his own time.

“Do you think you’ll like her?” He asked softly. “Your blind date. Do you think you’ll like her?”

You blinked as you looked away from your intertwined hands and focused on his face to see that his eyes were still looking at your hands.

“Ji,” you called out, “Ji, look at me.” (Look at me, please, look at me.)

He did, and you felt your heart break, his eyes were glossy, the tears weren’t there yet, but they soon would be.

“Jisung,” you cooed as you slowly stood up, never letting go of his hand even as you faced him, “if you think we’re doing this just because there’s no one around for me, then you’re wrong. I’ve known, for the longest time, and I’m sure that I’m straight. The world outside doesn’t know it, but I know it. The world wouldn’t accept me, but I still stand for it. So no, I’m not going to like her, Jisung, because I already like you.”

His tears had started to fall and you brought your free hand up to caress his cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be,” you kissed his nose, “don’t be.”

Your parents’ plan had worked perfectly. You met the girl, she brought you to their house because the father had wanted to meet you. There he tested your skills in fighting, in wits, and in difficult times of communication. Unsurprisingly, he was impressed, and now he was meeting your parents.

“Mr. Kwon, a pleasure.” Your dad greeted.

“Oh, please, Mr. l/n, the pleasure is all mine.” Mr. Kwon had chuckled. “I see that our daughters have gotten along very well.”

“Indeed, they have,” your dad nodded, “please, take a seat.”

And just like that, a new alliance was formed.

You eventually came out to Kwon’s daughter, saying that you didn’t want to lead her on, and she understood. She said that she could tell, seeing as how Jisung would watch your every move, always in a stance to come to your heed, if needed, and she said that it was safe, because she was, too.

This would lead to you lying to your parents and so would she. You would say that you were going to meet her, but you would meet Jisung in a place you two had found not too long ago; an abandoned treehouse. You two fixed it up, made it more comfortable on the inside, and it was there that you would go to whenever you needed an escape.

There was one night however, you wish you had asked him to escape with you.

It was three in the morning and you had come home from being cooped up in the treehouse. When you put your house key in the lock, you realized that it wasn’t needed: the door wasn’t locked. As you turned the knob, you placed your hand on the hilt of your dagger, which was hidden in the inside pocket of your coat, and when you stepped in, the only light on was that in the living area.

You approached it carefully, not knowing what to expect, and when you stepped into the living area, you released your hold on the dagger.

“D-daddy,” you stuttered out, “what’s going on?”

“Our family member here,” he seethed as he pulled on Jisung’s hair, “is a traitor.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “How?”

Your dad took a drag from his cigarette as he waved an envelope in the air. “Darling, do you know what’s in this envelope?” You shook your head. “Our passwords, our information, our future plans. Photographs of things we do inside and outside of this establishment, things that could end us all in jail.” He blew out the smoke with a sigh. “All in a pen drive.”

You approached your dad and took the envelope, wanting to see it for yourself. You opened it and saw that it was true, there was a pen drive inside, accompanied by a written letter. You took it out and skimmed through it; he was a traitor.

Your daddy sighed as he pushed Jisung’s head before letting go, earning a small groan from the boy. Your jaw clenched slightly as you looked at Jisung and approached him. You wanted to say so many things, you wanted to tell him that he could plead for his life, but you knew you couldn’t. Your parents never gave second chances.

You then approached the source of light, the fireplace, and threw the envelope in. Jisung struggled against his restraints as he watched them go up in flames, but what hurt him most was the fact that your eyes seemed to hold the flames as well. When you faced him again, he wanted to scream out that he was sorry. He knew that you had so many questions, about him, about you two. He wanted to tell you that it was real, that he really did like you, that falling for you was not something he had planned. That if there was one thing that was real in this whole act, it was his feelings for you.

“I think you should finish the job, darling,” your daddy stated as he handed a gun to you, “send them information that his job is done.”

You didn’t know what you were doing. You grabbed the gun, but you didn’t know it. It was like someone else had controlled you. It was like you weren’t you.

You stepped in front of Jisung, raised the gun, and clicked the safety off, resting your finger on the trigger. You looked at him with such cold eyes, he knew that he was done for.

“If you want to say something, say it now.” You spat him.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, tears falling, heart breaking, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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jeanlucgodardbby · 4 years

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i feel like i’ve been starved for summer

The summer before twists into my skin

grocery carts stacked miles high

heat, only unpleasant

can you see me through my sweat?

but this summer belongs to you.

to the aching i feel in the shower

to the one in my chest

the summer belongs to the pinging i’ve scarcely felt,

and to the brief cool nights

That stalk the days.

do you mind if I paraphrase?

peach pies carved with butter knives —

leaf ridden pools —

scratchy mix tapes.

this heat belongs to you and i

To the “tea house amid the cherry blossoms

on the way to death”

nothing quite bites like starvation

so i consume our summer like none before

Loving with intent

drawing the lines with sunshine

that sneaks through my blinds.

but you’ll have to realize i’m helpless

because you won’t trust and i’m scared of becoming someone else

it’s almost careless the way you’re hyper-aware

of the way that strand falls in your face

curling beneath your nose.

you can’t—you don’t escape my dreams

the ones with my arm around your abdomen and your hand

in my hair.

the way you

speak, move, and breathe

turn me to grape jelly against the wall.

i want you to run your fingers

through the holes in my old blue bra

webbed along my back

tell me you love the way it fits

my thoughts and mind

run your fingers between the holes

in my favorite bra.

i know your poetry

isn’t about me

but do you mind if i pretend it is,

every now and again?

the aching travels to my stomach

it resonates to my head

sending me into the clouds

how long until i can’t feel my toes?

“my skin is thick but my knees are weak”

Somebody get me a brace.

please let me come in

Its so hot and I miss your dog

i’m sorry for my sense of urgency

but i can’t help feelin’

if we don’t act now

we’ll lose what we’ve built

that it’ll slip between our fingers

all the time and suddenly we’re in a Mamma Mia film,

tumbling to be lost in our sea of what-ifs

do you have the time?

do i have the time?

do We have the time?

Mamma mia…..

i wonder how many times there was more

more beneath the question i didn’t ask.

How many times your bandaid covered an infection.

i like band-aids because they’re reminders that i’m alive

wrapped around my finger

across my leg

over my ankle.

was it you who instilled this idea in me?

the line sickens my mind

a sadness pervades

and reason fails.

i know what this was

i knew your Intent

before we began

but i still can’t help but think:

“no! she doesn’t want me like i want her”

maybe because it’s true

or maybe because your loving with intent scares me

and i start thinking there’s no loving even at all

it kinda drives me crazy

to think about all the love songs on the radio

the ones my mother turns off

the ones you hum along to

to think about the static on the other end

their questions and proclamations of love

unanswered in this one way channel

“shall i stay, would it be a sin?”

“won’t you take my hand?”

“do you know how much you mean to me?”

it makes me sad

but i suppose it’s fair

we don’t always get a response,

and we don’t always like the answer when it’s there.

though i can myself living without you

i also see myself

diving head first off a california diving board

into the lava pool we’ve created

i love you, i know

we’re growing old

20 years and under

i’ll jump into the lava

the moment we have to leave

because i don’t want it to end

six seasons and a summer

let me the lava eat away at me

I find myself, tormented yet naive

i wish to be with you til the skies fall in,

loving without furious abandon.

But I’ve found an understanding that frustrates and berates and I love the way you make sense

So I’ll always wait.

I love that that you love imperfection

I see it in the sway of your writing

your eyes are drawn to chapped lips

it scared me when i stutter around you

did you know my grandfather has always had a stutter?

and i’m always afraid it’ll present itself in me

my own hidden imperfection

that’ll you’ll love the idea

of my stuttered “f”s and “w”s

more than you love me

the wind blows and the heat hugs

wrapping its fingers around my legs

my blonde hair slapping my flushed cheeks

i’m smoking even though i know you hate it

it really does calm me down

and you’re not here—

I needed something.

it’s just so quiet up here

i think you’d like it.

people don’t give enough to summer heat

won’t you meet me at surf city highway?

fighting dehydration

the better i come to know you the more amazement i have for the infinity within you

It’s so hot here.

don’t say it was me

don’t crazy ex girlfriend me

don’t lie to me

dont dont dont

i know i didn’t to read into it

i know that you just couldn’t bare it

i know you’re scared of it

i know i know i know

but jesus christ man

dissemble your watch to me realign it

to dwell in me

to dwell on me

for only a moment of your time

call it a devotion to

intense and immense gratification

i feel it in my chest again

in my toes and knees and stomach

but it’s changed and morphed

so now all you’ve become

all we’ve become

you’ve belittled us to a note

lying in my iphone

with feelings unspoken

desires unsatisfied

Young love: a terrifying mystery

a yearning for you to come back

and a fear that you actually might

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florenceuptonshadow · 7 years

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“Dead people receive more flowers than living ones because…” #002

The hotel door clicked shut behind the two girls. The room itself was gorgeous, elegant and minimal. It reflected its namesake. The dark polished floorboards were accentuated with white fur rugs, a white chez lounge sat in front of the large bay window. The bed was enormous and freshly made with crisp grey and white linen. The sheets were grey silk. To the left the open suite became a bathroom, complete with sunken bathtub and a small steamroom. The walls and curtains were white giving the impression of light and space.

Augusta skipped forward and dived onto the bed with glee. Rosa felt different, keeping her back to the wall she scanned the whole suite while her partner bounced on the bed, when she felt secure that the room was empty she dropped her rucksack, and glared at her friend who was giggling.

“Augusta! What. The. Fuck!” She uttered harshly and the smile dropped from the other girl's face. She looked momentarily ashamed, her expression transitioning through a childish bratiness and into a hard anger, mirroring her friend. “I got the call an hour ago. Juliette called me. She was with them.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Rosa laced her fingers into her hair. “Doi, did they get Doi!?” Augusta shook her head. “Then how many!?”

“Seventeen.”

“Jesus...Fuck.” Rosa's knees went from under her, the world seemed to be spinning, and Augusta was so calm. The younger girl sat cross legged on the bed, she had a blank look about her. Rosa got up and shed the winter coat and looked at her watch, setting a mental note. She took a deep breath through her teeth. “The woman on the desk...”

“-Doesnt know we're here.” The younger girl cut in, in a sharp, different voice. “If anyone asks this suite is occupied by newlyweds Mr and Mrs Eades” Rosa nodded. “And you didnt need to check the room, two of the housekeeping staff here have markers. They relay information to the front of house about anyone in and out of this room.” Rosa raised her eyebrows. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised really. Suddenly she remembered something and pulled open the front part of her back pack her fingers grasped the blister pack and for a second she nearly made the mistake of pulling it out, but she didnt. She popped the pill out into her hand and passed it to her friend on the bed who took it, put it in her mouth and threw back her head, swallowing it without question. She gave an exasperated sigh at her friend. “Would you take a breath? You're freaking me out?”

“You should be freaked out!”

“I dont see how that would be useful.”

Rosa sighed again, and moved across the room, pulling the curtains shut and turning on a lamp that stood in the corner. “Do you understand what's happened Augusta? What's going to happen?”

The girl with the dark hair nodded. “Well?” Rosa pressed. “They will dispatch every loyal operative in country, maybe a few from abroad. They will expunge the Umbrae Somnia programme probably...They will try to find and kill us all.” She said, as if her friend had enquired on her opinion about the weather. Rosa looked warily at her friend. They had gone through training together, they knew each other better than anyone. She had seen this dead calm before, but in this circumstance she was unprepared for it.

“They wont find us.” The dark haired girl asserted.

Rosa gave a desperate laugh. “What makes you so sure Gus?”

“I'm better than all of them. I'll keep you safe.”

The older Shadow smiled thinly. It sounded so naïve, so sweet. But she did not patronise her friend by denying it, she had earned better than that. She ran her fingers through her hair again. “Where are they now? Juliette and the others?” Augusta shrugged. “She didnt tell me, I didnt ask.” Rosa nodded. “That's good. We need to be as clear of this shit heap as we can be. I never wanted any of this...Fuck!” Rosa kicked the coffee table over. The blue ceramic vase slipped off it and broke into three pieces. Augusta watched quietly, her friend was crying, her own face seemed strangely impassive. At length she extended her arms toward the older girl who fell into them and they curled closely togther on the bed. The younger calmly clasping the older as she wept.

“I didnt want any of this Gus.” Rosa whispered. “I dont want to die.”

“You wont die. I told you. You wont die.”

“How can you be so sure?” Rosa breathed weakly, feeling stupid. She could feel Augusta smile against her cheek. “I just know.” She said. As simple an explanation as it was, it heartened both of them. But they lay that way for what seemed like a long while, but was actually only twenty minutes or so.

At length Rosa got up and began rifling in her bag, she pulled out two large folded paper maps, righted the coffee table and began spreading them out. Augusta sat up and watched her friend as she got up and snatched the pencil from the desk, she was tracing routes.

“Not that way.” Gus uttered after a minute. Rosa looked up. “No? Where then?”

“You’re going toward Dover.”

“Yeah, we need to get to the port, head for...”

“France? No way. That’s where it happened. Somewhere in Europe, other than the UK anyway.”

“I thought you said you didn’t ask?”

“I didn’t...I did do some minor forensic work on the call however. I couldn’t get it any more specific than that though.”

Rosa sighed and bit her lip, thinking. “We might have no choice. We could cross over to France or Spain; once we’re out of the country we might stand a better chance at an airport. From there we could fly to Australia.” Rosa gave herself a withered expression. “...Slightly better chance.”

“You know we can’t use airports. That would be suicide.” Augusta uttered matter of factly.

“Then what do you suggest Gus?” Rosa snapped.

“We stay here.” Rosa gawped at her friend. “In the UK? We wouldn’t stand a chance!”

Augusta tilted her head and gave a soft, reproachful smile. “You remember what happened in Morocco?” How could she forget? It had been their first assignment together. Things had not gone to plan, to say the least. But Augusta had got them out of it. Rosa gave a resigned nod.

Augusta reached under the bed and pulled out a pack that was easily the same size as her. Rosa smiled. “When did you plant that there?”

“About a week ago, I’d been staying here and I just had a feeling, y’know?”

Rosa could only smile. Augusta unzipped the largest pocket and reached inside. “We should head north, get into the Peak District as quick as possible. It’ll be harder for them to find us there.” Rosa considered this. “Go on foot? That’ll be slow...”

“We’ll drive. Well we’ll be on a ‘family holiday roadtrip’ of course.” This idea amused the young shadow and she gave a titter of laughter as she checked the handgun she had just pulled out of her pack was fully loaded. “Do you even know how to use that thing.” Rosa gave a gentle jibe. Augusta shook her head gladly. “Nope, but you do.” She tucked the gun away...Only to pull out several parts of a highly powered rifle. Rosa’s brow furrowed with amazement and concern. “Christ Gus...Why do you have that?” Augusta went about checking and assembling the rifle.

“We’re not going to be able to talk our way out of everything.” She screwed the barrel into place and checked the sights. Rosa shook her head slightly, puzzled.

“You cant shoot to save your life.”

“You can.”

This statement was true. But it stopped Rosa dead for a moment, mouth open. She figured it out. “I...I don’t want to kill anyone.” It was a stupid statement given the circumstances, and Rosa knew it. Augusta shot her a cool look, as if she did not understand what her friend had said.

“Do you think they’re really going to give us a chance to influence them out of putting a bullet in each of our heads when they’re within scent distance?

Rosa had no answer for that. She chewed her lip. “No.” She answered quietly. Augusta gave a nod and went about dissembling the gun. “I told you I would keep you safe. This is part of it.” She gave an innocent smile. “We take care of each other.” Rosa nodded, and the eleven remaining pills burned a hole in the side of her pack.

#Augusta Hall #Rosalie Berlin #umbrae-somnia #more flowers

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lolipopncookies · 7 years

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Here a story 6 years ago. I don’t know should I call love or true friends, a man or and angel. Should I begin with introduce myself first or introduce him. Hmm.. Ok let begin with me, biar u all questioning.. hahaha..

Hi my name is Christie Christ Chin. I’m Living in kota kinabalu, a state that full of culture and race. I’m 17 years old now. Living with my mom. I don’t have any brother and sister. I love candy especially lollipop. Here is my first feeling stories about a guy i named him cookies.

(Hmmmm??????? Bluring.. where to start ah???… But I clearly remember all start in a morning..

Christie.. Christieee wake up.. time go to school.. Hmm.. Good Morning mommy..(In yawing) Huhhhh.. Another boring days I need go through.. Ahhh…boring.. then i hold my two hand and i pray.. “Good morning Jesus, today Christie pray again… As Jesus know, Christie feel empty.. Please granted Christie a friend a true friend k.. where Christie can share,can count on just like u Jesus. I love u Jesus..ops..oh-ya.. A friend that not like i meet at school k.. I love u Jesus and mmm Amen”.

Hmm…ok..be strong go through another day..

I prepared my self like usually and my mom sent me to school.

(Like usually in school,, Boring.. Yaww..fast…fast..fast.. I look at my watch.. Ringgg… yes time to go home.. i quickly close my book stuff in my bag and go home.. The end of crazy Friday.. yay..

Moment i walk to the school gate.. like usually their always somebody greeting.. Bye Christie.. by liang moi.. No please.. and i also heard someone said… so egoist.. scum..

I dint reply any of them i just want to quickly go home.. after the school gate.. i saw mom car.. i ran to it and enter the car.. “just like a little girl ran to grab a lollipop”.

Christie : Hi mommy.. can mommy let me play lappy today.. only a while.. plss…

Mom : Hmm.. yes..but after u have your lunch and bath.. don forget doing your homework first… only a while..

Yesss. Thanks. I love you mommy..

Arrived home.. i quickly finished my lunch and take a bath.. done all my homework.. really cant wait to play lappy.. I really seldom play my lappy.. mommy only let me play it sometime.. i thinks mommy in good mood today.. hmm but why? Whatever..as long as i can play lappy. Quickly i enter mommy room and grabs my pinky sony lappy.. I place it on my table.. switch it on.. and i open my Facebook.

Hmm.. only a few notifications i saw.. I click on it and open one by one.. Happy birthday god bless u Christie.. The rest also same.. till I saw a unique greeting from a person..

“From a billion star in the sky.. from a million user in the Facebook.. knowing u at here i called it friendship.. Happy birthday Christie.. Cheers Up Always”.

I got a weird feeling reading this message.. feeling like he knowing me.. cheering me up..

I click on the profile.. huh.. Name cookies monster.. profile picture is a cookies monster.. what? Who this nerd? A blue monster..

I saw cookies monster online.. i click on it and start a conversations.. i feel weird.. i wanna know him.. wanna talk with him.. more..

Me : Hi. R u like cookies so much? CM : hahaha…Yup.. Cookies are nice.. Don you? ME : Ya.. but Christie more love lollipop then cookies.. why u dint put your own picture and name? CM : It is matter.. Should we judge a friend by their picture and name.. If yes..it mean friendship got term and conditions rite..

Such a weird person.. hmm.. i feel warm from every word i read from this person..

Me : What r u doing right now? CM : Nothing.Playing mafia-war.. Doing a trade. and u? Me : Nothing.. Just chat with u.

There is in silent.. i waiting a reply from him..

Me : Cookies Monster… I’m so boring.. CM : Today your birthday.. Din u go out with friend to celebrate.. ME : No.. celebrate with mommy only. Christie don’t have any friend.. CM : Hm.. ok.. No worry.. im your friend at here now.. If u don’t mind friend with cookies monster? U know, I will steal all your cookies.. better u hide it… ME : Hahaha.. Christie don’t mind.. And u can have all the cookies in my home if u know where Christie live. CM : I can smell cookies.. Why u always mention your name in chat instead of using i or me.. ME : It like icon.. So everyone will remember me.. It is rhythm… same like u using the cookies monster name and picture… CM : Great.. I see few pictures of you.. U really enjoying your life.

CM : But…

(CM typing….)

ME : But what?

CM : Hmmm….. All picture got a very nice warm smile..

But.. I see something not rite.. R u really happy?

ME : Huh.. If smiley said Happy.. Do u believe it?

CM : No.. I don’t..

ME : How u know im not in happy lea?

CM : Hmm.. Secret.. Maybe..

ME : Ehh.. Secret and maybe? Mean not a secret la.. Tell smiley how u know?

CM : Hmm.. One day will let u know.. haha

ME : ish.. haha but u don’t know what the thing that smiley sad lea kan?

CM : If I figure it out.. Got reward?

ME : yup.. lollipop..

CM : Ok.. Keep it for me…

ME : Y keep it.. U dint tell me the answer yet…

CM : Oneday..

ME : Hmm..When?

CM : Coming soon…

ME : ok.. smiley will wait..

Who this person.. Seem knowing me a lot.. I slowly open my room door a bit.. Sneak peak my mom.. Nope not mommy.. I thought i was my mom pretending as a cookies monster. OVER THINKING.

CM : U like smiley icon so much ya…

ME : hahaha…. rite.. I like the smiley icon too.. ME : Can SMILEY be Cookies Monster friends? CM : That no need to ask.. We are friends.. There is no term or condition in. Me : Really…? CM : Cross My Heart.. ME : t.. ok already mark a cross. One day i will make a cookies for you.. CM : I will appreciate every single cookies u make for me..

Hmm.. This r monster.. Not like others.. How to say.. Other guy like to say something sweet2. Such like “u so pretty” u so nice” I wanna be ur BF” wanna be my GF” can have ur no’’.. HMMM>.. maybe this blue monster also same,,, maybe this blue monster waiting for a right moment.. err.. scary blue monster.. why u not a doraemon.. also blue but nice…

ME : Can i ask u something? CM : Yes.. Sure u can? ME : How old r u? Where u school? How many brother and sister u have? CM : Wow.. suddenly so many questions.. Im 25years.. I m working at Chemical Laboratory.. I dint have any brother and sister.(Bit complicated to tell u). Anywhere i’m living with my father now and my mom pass-away when im 6 years old.

So pity guy..

ME : :( Sorry.. Feeling sorry for your mommy.. What your activity in kid? Smiley also dont have any brother and sister.. We are same.. CM : Haha.. when i small ah.. I normally destroy a thing.. All electronic stuff i dissemble it and do research.. I destroy, create even play with fire.. shocked by electric.. But most of the time i read comic..Doraemon.. My favorite comics.

ME : Doraemon? I heard it before but never read it.. I thought u like sesame street.. hahaha.. but anyway.. doraemon and cookies monster also in blue.. CM : hm.. yes.. but im not in blue.. hahaha…

I open another browser and click in to youtube and search doraemon.. I saw a title.. Doraemon nobita’s a night before wedding. I click on it.. It a short story.. Around 15 to 20minute story.. I cried watching the stories.. It regarding nobita and doraemon so curious on the nobita wedding days.. Their travel back to future on the of nobita wedding.. But Doraemon and nobita make a mistake and entered a days before his wedding.. Anyhow, their go to see nobita how prepared his wedding.. On the night, shizuka wanna make a decision to cancel the wedding due she feel that her parent will lonely after she married.. But her parents told shizuka.. You already left we a very splendid gift. Priceless. The first gift is your birth. It was early in the morning. When i first time saw you, you was weeping like and angel. I’ve never hear such a wonderful music. When i go out the hospital, sky on the east just begins to became whiter but above the head sky was full of stars. under this wonderful amount of universe dust. I’ve been able to inherit my life in treasure that just are born. It was such wonderful that i couldn’t keep my tears and everyday afterward it was wonderful that you have give me. Some people have ability make you happy with some others u can feel uncomfortable. It is the most important thing in people relationship. I believe nobita certainly can make you happy. Here my eye start tearing.. Suddenly my room door been knocked.. Knock…knock.. Christie…

Huh.. papa voice.. it is pappa.. I ran to the door, open it.. I saw papa in front the door.. Papa..

Papa: Why u crying.. Such silly.. And papa weep my tears by her finger.. Papa : Prepare your self, we going having a dinner together to celebrate your birthday.. Thank papa.. Ops.. Cookies monster are still online.. i click on my facebook and saw the blue dot.. Yeas he are online now.. ME : Can smiley have ur no? i need off now. My pappa bring us to dinner.. CM : 013 8878xxx don’t hesitate to call me when u got a trouble. Enjoy your meal.. Gr8 day to you. ME : Thank you..

What im doing.. I ask a no.. what??? After write down the no.. smiley off the lappy.. Preparing my self to go out.. Oh.. pappa coming back today that why mom so happy.. Im happy too.. Smiley only can with papa few time a years.. Tonight go out to eat.. Normally we eat at home.. Maybe because christie allergic with some of the food..

There around 7pm, Christie, papa and mommy going to the restaurant at sutera Habour. We having a western food.. Im enjoying the meal.. I saw mommy happy face and smile.. Just like smiley smile.. Today is my most happiest day.. Mommy,papa and me.. and my only monster blue friends… Christie hope one days we all four can having a dinner together.. Thanks jesus.. I love u jesus…

I heard papa said to mommy. That after i get my SPM result.. Papa will migrate us to taiwan.. I’m happy, My wish come true. I hate people at here. I hate the way their think, The way their judge, The way their act, The way their….. But…. Suddenly my heart feel weak.. feel sad… feel a piece of my heart left over here.. ( There a pianist at the stage played a song Love not easy from huang xiao hu ).

My blue monster.. if i go.. i won’t able to find him.. I not even know his name.. his person.. suddenly i wanna call him.. to tell him that i not longer at here..

After finish our dinner we get a desert.. But my heart still feel sad.. I mean in moody..

At the night, Laying in my bed.. Hugging my smiley doll.. My heart still feel moody.. feel weak.. My mind lingered all cookies word.. lingered cookies blue monster face with a greedy cookies in a mouth.. Till i fallen in sleep.. On that night smiley have a dream, smiley dream making a cookies for the blue monster..

Hm.. a sunrise shine over my room windows.. Haizz.. i forget to close the curtain.. The sky look so blue today.. Blue monster.. smiley wondering cookie monster already wake up or still in sleep.. Hmm… haizz.. lazy saturday.. I look at the clock and showed 9.30am.. I wake up and wear my bunny slippers.. having a bath.. i saw mommy and papa at kitchen preparing something.. So sweet.. just like lollipop…yum yum….

Smiley switched on lappy.. but smiley dint saw the blue monster online..

Haizzz.. ni zai na ni ah wo de blue monster.. I switched off and having a breakfast with papa and mommy.. My papa play role in praying.. But my heart prayed.. ‘’Good Morning cookies monster.. Hope u enjoyed ur breakfast today and have a nice day”.

Papa.. can i join our school intellect camping on next weeken? Pls daddy.. i really wanna join them.. After a few dicussion with mommy.. My parent let me join the camping.. Yes… i can stay a night out site.. i never been alone outsite.. wanna feel what it could be… After breakfast… we go out having a trip to few places.. But my heart still wondering what the blue monster doing now.. maybe he eating cookies right now.. huh..

10 days passed.. It a day me at school interact camping.. Here is the night, a nite I saw a real monster…

A night where a heavy raining and thunder storm. I starving, cold and scare. Mommy I regard. Im so regard came to this camping. I should listen to you mommy. Should I call mommy. No mommy will nag me. Huh what kind of camping is this. All canned food. Im allergic with it. SOMEONE help me.. No I don’t any friend. Im so alone, I hatted in my class.. nope in school.. I only got mommy at here.. Then I realize that 1 weeks ago, I knew someone.. someone quit different or can called it weird maybe. He not like other person I speak with. Should I call him. I looked at my watch, yay it already eleven eleven. I looked at my contact list in my phone. Well, so poor. Mommy, daddy and Cookies monster. Only three contact list showed. Yes. My heart signal my brain “go..go..go.. call him’’.

Sitting alone in the camp and I decided to call..

CM : Tuttt…Tutt… Hello… (In sleepy sound)

ME : Heloo.. are u cookies monster? (Sound so low and shy)

CM : Yea..Who are u calling me in the midnight here? (With curious tone and a

heavy raining background sound)

ME : Hi.. I’m Christie.. I know you from FB and we chat few week ago. Do u

remember me?

CM : Huh.. Yea.. christie.. Why are u calling me in the middle of night? Are u

alright?

ME : Nope.Im hungry.. can u buy me some food?

CM : Yea..sure.. But where r u now? R u alone? ( with yawning )

ME : I at Sabah XXX and XXXXXX side. We having school camping at here and I

Didn’t take any meal just some junk food. Im hungry and having a gastric now.

CM : Wait me at there. Coming right now.

He mean it or just fallen back in to a sleep. Huh.. well, who got to believe. He may think this is a prank call. He not even know me and we just chat a few time in FB. OH.. my stomach so hurt. Please.. God please save me.. The gastric getting worst.. (With a some drop tear in my eye company with a sound of rain and thunder. My heart feel so alone.. Why God? Why God? Why? Why so many people hate me? Why I don’t have a friends? What purpose u doing me like this? The thunder sound heaver and heaver. Sound like God speak to me. Sound like God answered me in angry mode.. Suddenly… My phone ringtone kill my complaint..

CM : Im nearby.. Ni zhai lai ik bian?

(im stunned, it’s true or im dreaming.)

ME : Christie don’t know where.. Can’t remember how to here..

CM : Wait me… Call u back k..

Few minute after my phone ring again..

CM : I saw a lot of camp just not far from my car.. But I cant drive to there.. Do saw my car lamp?

Me : Wait.. Hm.. ya.. wo kan tau lek…

I hang up the phone.. Then I ran to there.. Oh gosh.. On that time, what im thinking.. I not even think about danger.. I may rape or killed that night.

The rain get heavy and heavy.. Followed with a thunder and strong wind.. I really din feel cold.. I just want to fast go away.. Near the car, The car was red and I cant clearly see inside the car… I ran to the passenger side open the door and jump inside.. I weep my hair and face.. covered with rain.. Im not even looked at CM,, then I hear a voice..

CM : Wo weiyi ni you yi san. (I thought u gat umbrella)

Wei se me nibu jiang? (Why u dint tell me?)

Im stunned a while.. I slowly get up my head and turn to him.. and I saw.. a towel. He put at my head a wipe a bit.. and I wipe my hair.. I still donno how he look like… My heart pounding.. pounding and pounding… and now I slowly have a sneak peak.. Huh.. Not in blue color.. He sure not an alien… He just an ordinary person…. I stunned look at her.. Not a blink of eye..

CM : Sory.. did I bit look like monster?

Then he hand me a tapau.. I open the tapau,hm.. smell good.. Fried rice.. But I dint saw a spoon..

ME : You mei you chi keeng? ( Do u have a spoon?)

CM : Ops.. Wang zin na.. (Forget to request/take)

Then he took the tapau, tear a side of the tapau and hand it to me…

ME : haha.. ziang tu kei yi (Like this also can a)

He just give me a little smile. He take another tapau.. it’s a drinks.. I open it a pt the straw and gave it to me.. He tapau me a milo PING.. PING in the cold night.. hmm.. But I drink it also..

ME : Hau reng oh… Ni yau chek ma.. (Im so cold, do u wanna to eat to)

CM : Ni chek la.. (U eat la)

Then he grab something behind the sit.. Take my tapau put at the dashboard.. And cover me with his sweater.. So sweet.. This monster are sweet.. So I just wear it and continue to eat.. It so silent between us two.. and a song played in his car player.. (mei na me zian dan)After I finish eating.. I request he to sent me back home.. But he denied.. and give me a motivation word.. Ohya and a motivational story I think.. I remember the story in doraemon regarding nobita and dinosaur, Nobita dint give up to pet the dinosaur..

I looked at the monster without a blink, listen all the story.. Sound he like a uncle rite.. sepanjang dia ceritiakan, he dint look at me… He look at the front.. Hmm.. I look at his left face… a face look like a angry face.. like cookies monster.. Ok keep it short.. After ll. He grab a umbrella from behind and hand it to me.. He said take care always.. Our friendship more than tonight.. Im bit blur all the word he said.. I went back to the camp, all nite I sleep covered with cookies monster sweater.. Warm nite.. 2moro morning I get fever, when to the klinik and I stopped the interact camping.. Having a rest at home.. Im dreaming the night in the car.. Such a nice person..

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