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corporatefrog · 1 year

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╭₊˚ ๑︰A Bit Tied Up ๑ ꒱

✧.* featuring: stan calling yn to help get human kite out of a sticky situation after a run in with professor chaos

✧.* tags: college au, comedy, superhero au

✧.* Characters: kyle broflovski, stan marsh

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“Dude, you have to just grab my hand.”

“I’m trying- bleugh- fuck!”

“You’re obviously not or else you’d be out of the tree by now.”

When Stan told me Kyle had gotten stuck in a tree during one of their ‘epic battles’ against Professor Chaos, I pictured the situation in my head. A human kite can only get stuck in a tree in so many ways after all. But the sight I was greeted with when I pulled up to PC Park was so much funnier.

He’d somehow gotten the string of the kite wrapped around his left arm and leg, trapping them against the branches. A small branch sat against his face and wacked his face with leaves whenever he moved his head. (Which worked perfectly because Kyle always had to have the last word resulting in a leave shaped mark on the side of his face) Another branch pierced his kite, leaving him as stuck in the tree as humanly possible.

The first ten minutes of my trip were, understandably, spent laughing at the predicament Kyle had gotten himself into. I mean, I did tell them to not do their superhero shit in the park. Especially after last time when Clyde had run into a family barbeque and had gotten blasted by bug spray. But no. I’m the crazy one! How could I possibly suggest that staying out of the park with an odd amount of park related superheroes would be a better idea?

So I spent the next 10 minutes after the first 10 laughing at Kyle some more. Then Stan and I began to try and pull him out of the tree. However, we underestimated the difficulty of dragging a 6’2 stubborn redhead out of a tree while said redhead throws a fit.

Kyle’s arms went limp, swinging loosely as he breathed heavily from the exertion.

“This is ridiculous.” He weakly tugged his left arm against the string but it didn’t budge. The movement shook the branch, sending the small branch flying into his face for the hundredth time that day. Kyle cursed and swiped at the branch.

I smirked up at him, biting back another wave of laughter, “Glad to see you still have your stunning analytical abilities.”

Kyle shot me a sour look. He wasn’t amused with the first 20 minutes of laughter and I had a feeling 30 minutes would be pushing it.

Beside me, Stan had backed up to take stock of the current situation. He was still in his Toolshed outfit, utility belt hanging around his waist with various power tools ready to be used against the various forces of evil which plagued South Park. Like the devious Professor Chaos that led them to this conundrum.

Yeah if ‘devious’ means a silly little guy who’s counting down the days to the Barbie movie. Then he’s the most devious motherfucker I know.

“I’m just saying-” I started.

“Yeah, like you’ve been saying this whole time.” Kyle snapped, cursing again as the branch returned for another smack. You think he’d learn to just stop talking or break the branch but I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that.

I continued, not acknowledging his remark, “This situation could’ve been entirely avoided if you didn’t take this chase through the park like I told you.” Stan groaned behind me, talking while he paced around the tree in search of an easy way to release his friend.

“And like I told you, Chaos had the deed to Kenny’s house and he was going to destroy it! We had to follow him!” Stan pulled out a circle saw and held it up to the trunk of the tree, moving it back and forth to test the small saw against the large tree.

“And what good are you doing standing here with fucknuts stuck in the tree?” I asked, pointing up at Kyle who was growing more pissed off with each passing minute that he was stuck in the tree.

“HEY! Don’t call me fucknuts, dickwipe!” He snapped, the branch sound now consistently following all of his quips.

Crack.

We all went silent at the sound of the crack. Stan and I looked up, catching a glimpse of Kyle’s own shocked face before the branch holding his arm and leg captive let out another cracking noise. The branch dipped, shaking Kyle and ripping through the top of his kite. Without his back being held up, Kyle’s right side pulled towards the ground as all his weight pulled on the slowly splintering branch.

Kyle’s eyes met my own in the split second before catastrophe.

“Oh fuck.” He said before the branch broke, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Kyle collided with the ground in a pile of plastic canvas looking like a kite that was sent through a garbage disposal. He groaned, pulling his now free arm and leg away from the branch before flopping back onto the ground with a weak sigh.

A moment of silence out of respect. One…two…three…

Okay. Now we laugh. Kyle was not amused with my behavior for the next 40 minutes. I, on the other hand, found everything about the situation utterly hilarious.

#i love making fun of human kite #corporatefrog #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #south park #south park x reader #south park imagines

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balconybirds · 10 months

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Sunday Birding 7/9/23

So many good birds I saw Sunday! I might have gone a little bit overboard with taking pictures. When I uploaded them to my computer, I had 1152. That’s the most I’ve ever taken! But again, I saw sooooooo many good birds!!

There were a BUNCH of juvenile green herons out!

The brown thrasher was so nice and posed for me in a tree:

a male goldfinch! the first of many Sunday:

a male red-winged black bird, taking a walk:

there was actually a whole family of them out!

BARN SWALLOW IN FLIGHT:

Canadian geese!

And the goslings are looking so much like adults now:

at the arboretum, the first bird I saw was a tufted titmouse:

another male goldfinch:

also, his wife (she was a bit camera shy, lol):

a neat bug:

BEEEEEEEEEEE:

A male cardinal, singing his song:

A red-shouldered hawk! I think they were being harassed by the cardinals:

I was able to get this neat shot of them flying away!

an eastern bluebird! Male, I think:

The goldfinches again! I thought this was a neat shot!

Some brown-headed cow birds, perched high in a tree:

this carolina wren was easy to hear, but tricky to find:

an indigo bunting hanging out at the top of a tree:

PHOTOGRAPHER DETECTED (carolina wren again):

The female eastern bluebird:

A downy woodpecker (male, I think), getting a snack:

A female red-bellied woodpecker:

Another titmouse, grabbing a seed to eat:

Another indigo bunting! He looks so dramatic with this lighting:

A tiny black-capped chickadee!

I wasn’t entirely sure what this guy was when I snapped this picture of them soaring around. When I got home, I was able to ID them. A Mississippi kite!

Some pretty flowers:

Some more bees:

Butterflies!

Turtles!! Ngl, I really like the flat guy:

I might have freaked out when I saw these guys, but I FINALLY got some good pictures of ruby-throated hummingbirds! There was a group of them at a feeder I got a lot of pictures of these guys, so I might make some separate posts with these pictures. Here are a few of my favorites:

“GO AWAY GARY, NO ONE LIKES YOU.” >:(

Some more flowers:

YOU GUYS. THIS WAS MY FAVORITE PICTURE OF THE DAY:

Another butterfly:

And the final pictures, some water lilies! I just think they’re pretty:

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fromthewondersystem · 2 years

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Fun Things To Do When You Never Got A Childhood

Here are some things you can either do with littles in your system, or you can do even as an adult. Many of us with DID/OSDD didn’t really get a childhood, or the one we had was filled with more bad moments than good. I find it really helpful to give yourself a lot of the joys of childhood you may not have gotten.

Go to Build-A-Bear or get other stuffed animals.

Watch kids’ shows and movies, have fun getting into them and the characters.

Play hide and seek, tag, hopscotch, etc.

Play board games and do puzzles and scavenger hunts and all sorts of things people do less of as adults.

Go to a water park, and I don’t mean something like Six Flags. I mean like the pool that has mini water park sections, like a fun fountain or slide.

On that note, have a water balloon/water gun fight with a friend or multiple!

Finger paint!

Play with legos and marbles!

Run around and dance around the room.

Play pretend, make up a story and act it out if you want.

Make piles of leaves and jump in them in the fall.

Go sledding in the winter.

Go outside and check out some cool bugs.

Go to the park, go down a few slides, hang on the monkey bars, swing on a swing.

Make a pillow/blanket fort!

Ride your bike or roller skates around the neighborhood, or if not, just in a driveway or parking lot is still fun.

When’s the last time you went bowling for fun?

Make an obstacle course (or just play The Floor is Lava).

Do weird ass experiments. Make slime and things no one should ever eat. (Be safe though.)

Doodle a lot! If you won’t get in trouble for it/you own the place you live in, doodle on the walls.

Make/Do a treasure hunt with a friend or multiple.

Play with play-doh or kinetic sand.

Play with dolls and other toys. Dress them up, make scenarios for them, put them in little houses or give them a cool backpack.

Make origami, fortune tellers and frogs and whatever else you want to make! When I was younger a couple friends and I made a whole bunny garden with trees, flowers, and bunnies.

Make friendship bracelets and other cool crafts!

Learn some fun magic tricks.

Fly a kite.

Make s’mores.

Make homemade lemonade like you would to set up a lemonade stand. (You can also bake some cookies to go with your lemonade).

Make fun items out of duct tape.

Gosh there’s a million more things but I can’t think of them all, the point is just have fun! Learn to be able to have fun, let yourself do something you wouldn’t usually think about doing in day to day life. We’ve been through so much pain already, why not take some of the life that’s been taken from us back.

#summersystemeducationweek #syseducationweek #SSEW #summer system education week #sys education week #fun day #fun #did #osdd #system

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insomniac-dot-ink · 4 years

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The Hopping Lamp Post

The night was thick with sugared darkness that left my neighborhood feeling grainy and unreal in the velvet insides of night. I was hunched over on the sidewalk with my back to the front door.

“You can’t just come home at all hours of the night and expect--” “I told you I was at work!”

“Work my ass!”

“Can’t I come home from a long day without being…”

The voices screeched back and forth like alley cats defending their own piss-smelling crevice of the street they owned. I flinched and knew I didn’t want to go back inside. Never, ever, I could stay outside in the grim darkness for as long as it took no matter how much my mom hollered and pulled out her hair.

I used dirt to doodle circles in the cement in front of me and lost myself to the rough feel of the smeared earth. I was studying it like a painter studies the face of a subject when I heard the front door open.

“Where is that girl?” I jerked myself to my feet and scurried away down the street. My mom wasn’t so determined as to go anywhere past our front lawn. The neighborhood was hushed with little moths zapping at porch lights and windows all but empty black eyes staring out.

I wandered away from our block and it was only when I couldn’t see our house anymore that I let out my held breath. I blinked a few times as mist started twisting off the ground in haunting tiny spirals.

I turned around in circles as I watched the ground grow foggy and it wasn’t until I looked up that I saw it.

I stood up straight like the pads of my feet had been electrocuted. Right at the end of the street standing proudly tall and stiff was something that shouldn’t be there. I rubbed my eyes with my fists until little white spots appeared.

I opened my eyes again to find the same black metal thing with a glittering white light ahead. It wasn’t like any of the other lamp posts on the block-- not tall and tired bent metal and a hanging dull yellow light.

It was finely crafted with indents like a roman column and a curved neck with a hanging lantern at the end that gave off light like snowfall and stars. I took a cautious step toward it. It took a step back.

“What?” My brow folded in.

I edged closer and the thing edged back. I looked down and found that through the mist and unfurling curls of clouds that there was some sort of foot at the bottom of the lamp post. “Well that ain’t right.” I muttered and took a few hurried steps closer.

It leaned back from my presence like a fancy lady from a corner bum, but it wasn’t fast enough. I managed to get a few feet from the lamp post and squint up at its tall metal body.

“Where you from?” I asked as I would any stranger from out of town. It hopped back and I followed. I was on Wilkinson street now with more faceless tiny beige and grey houses that bled out into the highway. I couldn’t hear the busy traffic right then though.

I only had eyes for the hopping lamp post.

“You come far?” I said and circled around the light like a dog with a scent. “What’chu ya doing here?”

Bugs bumped into the glass of it's head and landed on it’s metal top as if to take up residence. I was close enough now to make out the big grey feathery moths with fat bodies and tiny white moths that look like delicate fairies lost from home.

I frowned at the closest moth. It’s wings were frayed and threadbare like it had been through the wash one too many times. Another moth had two sets of wings on its back. A third one was a little firefly that could barely glow it’s little butt at all.

“Huh.” I bit my bottom lip and glanced up shyly toward the light as we strolled to the end of Wilkinson. “They’re like me, huh?” I spoke slowly in a low voice as if not to spook it.

The mist was fuming off the ground in great big fistfuls now like the whole world was a bathtub and it was determined to fog up every single mirror nearby. I couldn’t hear so much as a yapping dog by then and no whir of cars that should still be running at this hour.

I gathered myself a little closer to the lamp that gave another enormous hop forward in a jerking unsteady motion. I glanced up to see that a bat was hovering close to the light. It’s tiny body was fury and it flapped mechanically by the side of the light. From head to foot it was pure white.

“Like me . . . ” I murmured and brought a hand up toward my chest to fist my shirt. “Wrong.”

I had never been wrong in the way people could tell. They couldn’t point at me and say “there’s that wrong girl!” But I had never had a teacher that hadn’t given me funny looks for my questions and hadn’t gone to a family reunion without an auntie muttering “that one’s a little off in the head” to another auntie.

I looked down as to not focus on the white bat or the double-winged moth or any of the other creatures that were pulled to the light of the lamp post. I stopped in place as I peered at the ground, but the ground didn’t seem to be there. It seemed to have fallen away and I gasped.

It was just dark beneath my ratty white sneakers. I looked up and the houses were all but distant outlines from a different life. The mist was growing thicker and the only light was from the silvery glow the lamp ahead.

I clenched my teeth and inhaled sharply through my nose. “Where are we?” I looked up and the lamp was now at least several paces away. “Wait!” I ran after it. “How do I get home?” It gave another mighty hop and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to turn back or find out about more things that shouldn’t be. I gave a small glance over my shoulder and it was all mist and darkness behind us now anyway. I kept following the hopping lamp.

The darkness became almost absolute and I held my breath as the mist grew thick and tangible. It licked my cheeks like a wet kiss and my hair was heavy on my shoulders from the moisture clinging to it.

I started shivering. I didn’t want to keep looking. I didn’t want to see what was beyond that mist and dank gloom. I started to hear things. I heard deep ugly breaths from something that had be bigger than the biggest horse I’d ever seen and bigger than any dog from down the street.

It gulped down air in a deep raspy voice. In. Out. It’s nose was probably the size of a bus and it’s lungs bigger than any whale. I could smell brine and salt in the air and I couldn’t stop shivering.

To my surprise the lamp’s pace slowed. It stopped in place and it’s hanging head turned and faced me. My eyes went wide, “So you ain’t gonna just leave me after all?” I whispered and slowly reached out my hand. I put it softly on the cool metal of the lamp and we began to walk together.

I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see the monsters we were approaching in the dark. I didn’t want to see what lay ahead. Nonetheless, I felt that warm bath of air hit me across the face and we passed the beasts.

I opened my eyes again to the sound of cars honking and an even stronger scent of salt. I turned and we were standing on a road this time with the mist still thick and dancing off the cement. Something was different.

The road was winding up a huge mountain top and on the other side was the twilight dusk and an ocean that spanned as far as I could see. It was a shifting flatness with pools of blue midnight and frothing white waves out in the distance. I smiled broadly. “I’ve never seen the ocean.” A car passed with it’s headlights blinking and it was like no car I had ever seen before. It’s windows were too broad and lamps too bright. The figure inside was shadowed and strange with hands made out of smudgy murkiness and a shrouded face.

I steadied myself. “Alright,” I put my hand back on the lamp post. “Let’s keep going.” We walked through that world of ocean and ghosts. I closed my eyes and we passed between another darkness with the sounds of sleeping monsters and into new unknown places. We entered a world of dirt roads that led past unkempt green gardens with fruit like diamonds and rubies. We went through nights that were all storms with lightning flashing out on the horizon and people that were shaped like angels flying out toward it.

The sun never rose and we never stopped walking. It could have been a lifetime. It could have been just that night and nothing else. I oohed and awed at the strange sights and smells of ozone and sunshine. It was only in that third darkness that my legs started to complain and my eyes started to droop and betray me.

The lamp slowed its pace to an inching crawl.

“It’s alright.” I yawned. “I don’t wanna go back.” I said softly with my eyes closed. We walked into the darkness of beasts once more. “But I gotta. Don’t I?”

Something landed on my shoulder as we went into a new road made of crushed white shells and with running water the color of mirrors besides us. Little floating lights dancing just above the surface of the river and I blinked at a giant moth perched on me. She had white feathery feelers and wings with grey eyes in the center. She was missing an eye on the right side of her face and I smiled at her.

“Well hey there,” She was the size of a kite and her little legs tickled my shoulder. “You’re not from where I’m from.” I said with a nod, “you’re awful pretty though. You all tangled up about going home too?” She moved her feelers up and down and cocked my head to the side. “It’s not so bad. But it’s not so good either.” I shivered from somewhere deep inside of me and gave her a sad smile. “I just . . . can’t seem to get myself to turn around yet.” The moth gave me a long look before she took off from my shoulder. She flapped away into the moonlight of this strange land and the lamp post simply sat in place. I made a face, “now you feel like stoppin?”

The lamp post simply angled it’s face to the sky.

I followed it with my eyes. It was a long few minutes in the cold damp air with the water rushing besides and lights flitting around. I waved when the moth finally returned with something between her feet. She was carrying something that shone with the force of gold teeth in the mouths of rich men. I opened my hand and the moth dropped a single coin into my hand.

“Oh,” I breathed and held up a golden metal disk. The front held face I didn’t recognize in any way on it.

A queen maybe. She was in profile on the coin with a half-smile, her eyes closed, and crown of light on her head. I made a hiccup of sound as the coin fit snuggling in my palm and gave off a strange burning warmth.

I turned it over and over in my hands and ran my fingers over squiggles on the back that could only be words. I sucked in breath. “What’s this for?” The moth only turned around and suddenly it was flying back toward the way we came. The lamp turned too and I frowned. In a twist that was more ironic than not the lamp started to follow the moth.

"Wait for me!" I trailed after.

We went back through the beast realm. Back through the night garden of jewels and back through the storm lands of angels and mountains of ghosts. We returned to my street with the slanted roofs and scraggly lawns.

I held the coin hard in my hands and turned to the lamp post. “Thank you.” I said with a nod as you’re supposed to for helpful strangers. “I’ll remember this, always.” I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to return yet, but the lamp bent its long head and the light caught in my eyes. I looked down and the words on the coin righted themselves like soldiers called to duty all at once.

“Be brave,” I read the words and traced them with my fingers. “Because the light will always come.” I blinked and the words remained just as the lamp kept hopping down the street on its endless trek. I slowly waved goodbye in the way of children who are able to accept things that shouldn’t be but are.

I turned and went back into my house just as the night was losing its shape and the sun broke across the heavens. And I was going to be brave for however long it took until the light came again.

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iolitemoth · 3 years

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Moth’s FanClan Rehaul Part 3

This one I had a bit of trouble with, and it might not make complete sense... but you know what? I can always redo it

Under a readmore again to keep from taking up the whole screen

Part Four: Connection with Ancestors and Sacred Things

Moon Pool Equivalent

Each clan seeks to connect with their ancestors slightly differently, but an important location to all of them is something they call the Star Pool, a small body of water that seems to shimmer with the light of the stars. Hidden in a hard-to-find cave between OrchardClan and StreamClan, cats travel here to speak with their Ancestors and sometimes even Spirits or Patrons. A small opening above the pool allows light in and provides a way for spirits to enter and exit.

Sacred to Each Clan

I. StreamClan

To StreamClan, water has been an important part of their lives form the beginning. With their camp next to a clear-running stream and the ocean always in sight, StreamClan cats are surrounded by this element from birth.

Its not exactly explicitly sacred, as plenty of other things + creatures use water for a variety of purposes, but this clan holds it a bit higher In regard than most. Water is used for a number of rituals + practices. Bathing is done in a shallow, slow-moving part of the stream, and often as a community. Healers use water for communing with spirits and cleansing wounds, bodies, and ingredients. Water features heavily in many of their stories and songs, and they look up to the Patron of Water and similar spirits.

Many StreamClan cats collect things related to water: shells, seaweed, fish scales, waterweed, etc. These objects are used to decorate nests, dens, and sometimes the cats themselves. They are also often used in ceremonies.

II. OrchardClan

To this clan, nature is to be respected and revered. Trees, flowers, anything that blooms is especially loved. They watch over the trees in the orchard where they live, with old trees cared for meticulously. Very old trees, like those surrounding the camp, are given thanks for their long protection and giving to the environment. When trees die, there is a special ceremony/ritual to give thanks and make sure its’ leaving is peaceful. This varies depending on what caused it- fire, lightning, rot, etc.

Fruit is saved for special occasions, with rotten fruit set aside/left for the bugs and other decomposers. Some fruit can be and is eaten when rotting, as the effects can be considered desirable or entertaining. Such activities are restricted to specific celebrations, only for older members of the clan, and strictly monitored. (No matter how funny it might be to watch the cats around you get rip roaring drunk or high as a kite, there’s still a chance things could go seriously wrong, so medics are always somewhere close by.)

Pollinators are considered especially important, as they help to ensure new growth and the continued spread of important plants. When pollinator season rolls around, the clan is careful not to disturb them. Even so, cats are often found watching the insects go about their work, sometimes for hours.

III. EarthClan

EarthClan is similar to OrchardClan, though they tend to focus more on the earth itself. Most of the tending they do is on the hedges and other plants surrounding their camp. Instead, they tend to collect stones (& sometimes cool sticks). These are often arranged in patterns or stacked around the camp and territory. Some cats like to put them around their nests. The large standing stone towards the back of the camp, where announcements are made, is decorated with leaves, berries/berry paint, other rocks and basically anything a cat thinks will look cool or is spiritually significant. There are generations of decorations and designs; anything that gets worn or washed away is replaced by something new. It’s common to see a cat (or a few) by the stone, reading the stories and history upon it or adding something of their own.

Stone markings and formations decorate the forest where EarthClan makes their home. Some of them are graves, others places where spirits like to hang out. ...Some are there because somebody had an idea and decided to fulfill it wherever they happened to be at the time. This makes for a lot of interesting pieces. Old formations, those that have grown over or fallen apart, are left alone, never touched unless specifically told to.

IV. WildClan

Above all, WildClan appreciates freedom. To them, animals like birds, flying insects, or anything that can jump/fly/climb/run/swim out of reach is the epitome of free. Having space to run, climb, or swim is where they feel the most at home.

Feathers, bits of fur, sometimes antlers or bone- basically, anything that was lost or left behind naturally is free to take and use. These are often arranged in simple patterns around the camp or territory. Some, made of more sturdy materials, can be found on the walls of their dens- though not in the nursery or apprentices’ den, so as to minimize the risk of things falling or coming apart.

WildClan cats love the open sky, and paired with the expansive grassland that makes up a good portion of their home, it gives them the feeling of total freedom- no boundaries or obstacles (though some are fun and make a good challenge) to keep them in one place.

#warriors #fanclans #long post #star pool #connecting with the ancestors #earthclan #wildclan #streamclan #orchardclan #yeah sometimes spirits and even patrons just pop in sometimes #sometimes to talk sometimes to gossip #sometimes they just like catching up with what’s going on in the clans #occasionally there’ll just be a bunch of them hanging out by the hole to the star pool #they like to watch #sacred things #worldbuilding #a clowder of clans

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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Chris basically blacking out when the medicine wears out and Jake bundling him up in a blanket and carrying him to bed or the couch, holding Chris tightly as he lets him sleep soundly

CW: Sick/feverish whumpee, neurodivergent whumpee having a reaction to medicine, referenced past child abuse and domestic abuse, referenced dubcon attempt. Thoughts of an abuse survivor on his fear of recreating the cycle of abuse.

Tagging: @burtlederp, @finder-of-rings, @endless-whump, @whumpfigure, @stxckfxck, @slaintetowhump, @astrobly, @newandfiguringitout, @doveotions

This is what having a newborn feels like, isn’t it? The thought filters blearily into Jake’s mind as he slowly registers the numbers staring back at him from his cell phone’s lock screen. 4:10 AM.

There’s already a bird stubbornly singing just outside the window in the white birch tree. It’s got to be that red cardinal Chris is obsessed with - or his mate - they’ve set themselves up a nice little domestic scene out there with a nest. Chris swore after Jake caught him hanging halfway out the window and nearly had a heart attack that they have eggs now.

Jake normally likes just about anything that makes Chris happy, but right now he hates that fucking bird. He’s been fighting a wild urge to stomp outside and wring its stupid feathered neck.

The bundle of sweat and red hair beside him shifts, and Jake takes a deep breath, settling back against the couch and letting his eyes slowly drift closed, tightening his arm over the blanket-draped lump that would normally be an energetic, cheerful teenage boy.

Chris, at least, had finally stopped bouncing off the fucking walls a half-hour ago or so. Jake had thought Nyquil was a great plan for the nasty flu bug that took Chris out for the count... until it turned out something in Chris didn’t read Nyquil the way everyone else’s body did, and instead of peacefully sleeping off his symptoms, Chris... lost it.

He’s spent the whole night alternating between a constant chattering narration of every single breath he takes to rocking, tapping, shaking, spinning, working out energy that wouldn’t end. Nat told Jake early on it’s called stimming, and Jake definitely can’t think of any other word for what it is - not when he can see what it’s doing to Chris, soothing jangled nerves, keeping his brain more on track, helping him find words when they would otherwise spark like embers and float away.

Chris talked all night.

He’d told Jake all about every detail of the hallway he’d lived in, drawn him a diagram of the fucking bedroom the Mystery Asshole had kept him locked up in, talked about silk sheets and grosser things until Jake asked him to stop. Chris had explained white rooms and white walls and fog and pain. He had talked and talked and talked and talked.

He’d been jittery, snapping irritation when he didn’t mean to but then turning those big puppy eyes on Jake with a mouthful of apologies as soon as he did. He’d gone from cheerful to terrified and back again, unable to stop his mind from whatever wild rabbit trail it ran down. He’d even tested Jake again and he hadn’t done that in months, climbed on top of him and started trying to kiss him before Jake pushed him back and said no for the third time, as firmly as he could without sounding cold or cruel.

Chris had collapsed in relief at the rejection and then bounced back up again, throwing arms around Jake’s neck and thanking him and then tearing off to the kitchen for a snack only to realize he was still so sick he wasn’t hungry and drinking too much Gatorade instead. Jake had half-expected him to climb the damn walls like Spiderman.

The little rescue narrated every move he made until Jake would have given just about anything to shut him up and had to keep reminding himself of how eerie it had been back when Chris did nothing but hide silently in perfect stillness under or behind the bed.

Now - finally - it’s wearing off, making its way out of his system, and the constant barrage of motion has ceased. Chris is settled against him breathing slowly, evenly.

Thank God it’s a Friday and Jake doesn’t have classes. Otherwise he’d have been up all night and still have to get ready to catch the bus by 7:30, be on campus ‘til nearly 10, and then come back again.

There’s a girl he has a ton of classes with who has an almost-two-year-old and he wonders, now, if all the times he’s thought she looked kind of tired... if she had just been up like this, all night, and still had to make it work the next day because life doesn’t stop just because someone needs you.

Instead, he shifts himself and Chris very slowly. Chris’s fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt and hold tightly, even in his sleep he won’t let Jake go. It takes some doing, but Jake eventually gets himself laid out on his back on the couch, head against one arm and his feet hanging in thin air off the either, with Chris laid out on top of him. He’s a fucking furnace giving off body heat and Jake is sweaty already, but fuck it - he’s so exhausted he doubts being a little hot is going to keep him from blacking out soon, too.

Is this what having kids is like? A weight on your chest, the sound of snuffling breaths, sweaty forehead a sign that the fever is broken, hands smaller than yours holding onto you for dear life and with perfect trust that you don’t deserve, can’t ever do enough to earn?

Trust you could shatter, a person you could destroy, just by fucking up?

Jake lays there with his heart pounding in fear at the thought. Chris’s dependency is only something he can handle because it’s spread around - he depends on Nat and on Antoni, too, Leila when she’ll let the little Romantic get close to her. Kauri whenever he drops by.

Jake would do anything for Chris - and there’s enough in Chris, like his straightened teeth and obvious gymnastics training and the things he mumbles to himself sometimes when sparks of something that used to be his life come back, to suggest that he had had parents once who loved him, too - but the idea of someone needing him so badly, and for forever or close to it, is the scariest thing he can imagine.

One day Chris will do something that makes him angry - and it doesn’t matter how Jake acts, Chris will forgive him for it immediately. Jake knows because he used to be the kid who forgave the anger, too.

He swallows against the terror that comes with the memory, that someone could be your worst fear and still hold you when you were sick, could leave bruises where your t-shirts would hide them and still lay a gentle hand to your forehead to feel for a fever. Could throw a plate to smash against the wall next to a small boy’s head while screaming spit into his little round face and then take him to fly kites at a park the next day.

He knows how easy it is to step over that line, he watched his father do it every night. Watched his mother argue and cajole and plead and try to step between them and take it, and then - in the end, when nothing else worked - turn away. Go to a different room. Leave Jake with the monster that turned into a man and back again with a suddenness that no child could ever have been expected to predict.

But she’d left, too, and he never thought of what hadn’t been done without thinking of what had. That she had packed her bags and his, set aside a few dollars here and there with a friend she trusted, and in the end... she hadn’t left Jake with the monster at all, but had taken her preteen son’s hand and walked out the door.

He doesn’t want to be his mother - who could make herself turn away from the injured boy who needed her help. He doesn’t want to be his mother and father’s families, who hid behind the Bible and the church to avoid taking responsibility, who said ‘it takes two’, who sent Jake’s mother to counselors who quoted verses instead of telling her to leave.

He would rather die than be his father - the monster with two faces.

But the idea that Chris needs him this much, in ways that the other rescues don’t, makes him terrified he could end up just like them, anyway, whether he wants to be or not.

These are late-night thoughts and Jake knows it. They’re foggy, slip-slide thoughts. The ideas and fears that come to you when your mind is a physical heaviness inside you, when exhaustion is all your body knows and still sleep can’t find you.

He doesn’t think about it during the day. Only at night, and it’s morning but the world is still dark outside, and so is Jake, inside.

Outside the window, the cardinal has stopped singing. Jake slides his arms up over Chris’s back, lays them across his shoulder blades, and holds him so tightly the sleeping boy shifts around a little.

“Love, love, love-love you, Jake,” Chris mumbles against his collarbone.

“Love you too, kid,” Jake whispers back.

It should feel great, to hear it. It should feel amazing.

Instead, Jake’s veins flood with adrenaline in a new burst of fear. He can’t possibly live up to the trust Chris has in him, but he’s going to have to try... and pray that when he fails, he doesn’t fail in ways he can’t come back from.

I promise I won’t hurt you, Jake thinks, mouths the words but doesn’t say them. If he speaks the promise, he’s just like his father, who swore up and down again and again that this would be the last time, then this, then this time and this time.

Jake has had so many this is the last time I’ll hurt you, it won’t happen again, I promise I would never hurt yous happen to him that he knows words don’t mean shit. What matters isn’t asking someone to trust you - but proving they can.

He has to hope he can be worth even half of the instant, immediate, total trust Chris has put in his hands.

Someone else once tried, with Chris. He clearly had parents who cared for him, once upon a time. Are they still out there? Did something change, and they sold their own kid? Was Chris abducted, hauled off in a white van like the rumors say?

Are there good parents still out there searching for him, while Jake is the best Chris can do now?

Is he playing at being a big brother when Chris might have a real one out there who misses him? They can’t find him, or anyone who even looks like him, on any missing persons reports.

What if he doesn’t have anyone?

What if Jake - with his fears and his anger - is really all Chris has?

He’s still holding Chris, staring up at the ceiling, thoughts spinning and circling like Chris in the depths of the Nyquil-high, when Natalie comes downstairs at 6:30 to start coffee.

That fucking cardinal has started singing again.

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broomsandbrews · 4 years

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The Beauty of Seasons Through my Eyes

I wake up on a hot Summer morning to the sound of the birds singing. There are just a few bubbly clouds in the bright blue sky, announcing a lovely day. I spot a butterfly. I think it's a Monarch. Funny how butterflies can't see their wings and see how beautiful they are, but yet others can. I guess we, as people, are a little like that too. I now walk to the kitchen and make some homemade iced tea with fresh lemons, adding some honey for a touch of sweetness. The sun is shining through the window, forming a pool of golden light on the hardwood floor. I do my laundry and hang my clothes on the clothing line, a warm breeze caresses my cheeks. The cotton sheets are swaying in the air; they will smell so good when they're dry. I love that linen, clean smell. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind is delightful, as well as the calm and gentle ringing noise the wind chimes are making. I do a bit of cleaning, let the animals out so they can run in the field, and go check on my garden. I water the crops and notice they will be ready for harvest soon. I visit my barn and do some early morning chores. I then decide to get inside my greenhouse, where I tend to my plants and fresh culinary herbs. Some will pair gorgeously with today's recipe. I release a lady bug as I think that tonight will be a perfect night to light a bonfire and make some S'mores. I'll sit on a blanket under the mystical moon and the stars, sing and play guitar as I watch the embers glow. All is well. I feel peaceful.

I wake up on a cozy Fall morning and hear the sound of the rain hitting the window as well as the low rumbling of thunder. I get up, and since it's a bit chilly, I put on a knitted sweater, fuzzy socks and light some candles. I turn on an old 80's horror movie; they're my favorite. After it is over, I burn some Sandalwood incense and cleanse my crystals with the smoke. It's almost Samhain. My ultimate favorite Holiday. I put up pictures of loved ones and pets that have passed away and put them on the mantelpiece. They never really leave us, do they? I pour myself some spiced apple cider while I meditate. Then, I open the door; it's still raining, but the air is crisp and cool. I see there's a few carved pumpkins on the patio, and a bunch of Halloween decorations. Ghouls, skeletons, ghosts, witches, you name it. The trees have turned from green, to yellow, to orange, to red, a symphony of colors. I read somewhere that "Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go." I like that quote. I like it a lot. My heart starts racing as I think about going apple picking in my own backyard; Cortlands, Granny Smiths, Golden Delicious...I'm contemplating the many pies I'll be able to make with all this delectable goodness when it stops raining. Fast forward to now, it is time to go pick some tart, wild cranberries. I will also go forage edible mushrooms in the woods later, to put in my spaghetti squash dish. I can't wait to feel the crunching of the autumn leaves under my boots. I feel magical.

I wake up on a cold Winter morning and realize there's a blizzard outside. The first real snowfall of the year. There are icicles hanging from the window sill. The visibility is low, but some snowflakes are sticking to the glass; they are all unique in themselves. We should all be like the snow and beautify everything we touch. With gentleness. With kindness. With resilience. With fierceness. All I can hear are the strong gusts and howling of the arctic winds, but apart from that, everything is quiet. I suddenly get excited for Christmas, I take out some traditional decorations and dress our entire home in Holiday and Yule spirit while sipping on candy cane flavored hot chocolate and listening to old Christmas classics. I’m ecstatic to put up my Christmas tree and start decorating it with fairy lights, garlands and festive ornaments. I put chopped firewood in the fireplace and light it up; a nice, toasty feeling envelops me as I snuggle and curl up in a fluffy blanket by the flames; they're almost as warm as my heart. I take a break, write in my Book of Shadows, documenting some new spells I invented. I re-read the Harry Potter series happily until it's time for dinner. I wanna make something hearty, maybe a vegetable soup, a stew, or some pork roast, perhaps? I also bake some sugar and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, waiting for the rich and sweet aroma to fill up the cabin. I bundle up. Hat, mittens, scarf, snow pants, winter jacket and I turn into a child as I go outside and decide to make snow angels and build snowmen. Memories of childhood flood through me. My cheeks are rosy. I feel nostalgic.

I wake up on a mild Spring morning. The first thing I do is tie my hair in a high ponytail and go for a hike; the snow is starting to melt. The delicate sound of water trickling and flowing freely on the ground tickles my ears. It's like hearing a sweet, comforting song. I take a deep breath of fresh air; there is definitely a feeling of playfulness, but also revival in the air. Wildlife is not quite awake, yet, but everything slowly starts to come back to life, foreshadowing and promising the coming of warm days ahead. The flowers and branches will surely bloom in a short time. The earth scents the air with its fragrance; soon the grass will sprout, drink the rain and color the ground in its new growth, evergreen. The flowers will soon reappear; they are a reminder that everything and everyone grows at its own pace and that there is nothing wrong with it. The winds are now picking up and a wild thought crosses my mind; maybe I should fly a kite or be creative and paint, write or draw. When I get back home, exhausted but joyful, I do some light spring cleaning, and hang some bird feeders outside on the porch. I notice a few flies are starting to buzz about. I start gathering the seeds I have ordered a few weeks back, and plan out my garden. I take a trip to the nearest sugar shack and enjoy some maple toffee. It is a period of starting over. Spirits are lifted. As we see nature being transformed, let's not forget that we are being transformed, too. I feel infinite.

An original work by: @broomsandbrews.

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boxed-n-bottled-arson · 4 years

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Fanfic Game

This is a game the dorks played because they were bored.

Here is how it works: We choose a prompt and write something in five minutes, but only say what the last sentence of what we wrote was. Then, this happens.

Dork 2: This is extremely crack. We are both terrible.

Janus goes to therapy

Warnings: Alcohol, depression, swearing

D1 (Dork 1):

He watched helpless as the door closed behind her. Janus was pushed to put it simply. He decided to try therapy, yet it definitely was not what he expected. Now he sat in his therapists room after he had caused her to leave. This was fantastic. Sighing, he stood up from the somewhat comfortable couch, and walked out of the therapy office. He was glad he hadn't booked those extra appointments he thought about. He opened his car door and sat in the front seat. Taking a long sigh, he slammed his head into the steering wheel, causing a large honk. He was the only person that would end up in this situation. He had ended arguing with his therapist. "Fuck my life" he murmured to himself. It was a solid four minutes before he ended up, actually starting his car.

D2 (Dork 2):

The car started and he moved out of the mental asylum parking lot. The streets were empty and he could only hear his car on the road. He ended up seeing a liquor store and decided to get himself some nice fresh alcohol for the ride. His car, shitty as hell takes a few minutes for the car door to finally get open. Other people from the sidelines watch him like he is crazy trying to open his car door. He goes into the store and remembers he forgot his id and decides to just steal alcohol from the store. Glass bottles break and the cashier tries to stop him. Janus runs out of the store, getting back into the car. The car door flies away and Janus drives and drives. He doesn’t care anymore, and he can’t help but love being such a daredevil. He just wishes one day miss Crofter’s would love his sexy smile.

D1:

He just wishes one day Ms.Crofters would love his sexy smile. Maybe that would keep her from leaving his therapy appointment. Besides being extremely pissed, he was also sad. Sad that he, out of all people, caused his therapist, the person that was supposed to help him, leave. Maybe this proved that all his insecurities were correct, maybe putting on a facade was the right thing to do. Maybe acting stronger would be better than acting like he actually is under that shell. He wishes he could show the world that person. The person who just wants to make the world better and brighter for him and his friends. He laughed to himself, a small, hollow, sad laugh. It was ironic that he seemed to have two faces, just like his name. Wow he was pathetic, just like he thought. No one wants to be around him, not his friends, not his therapist, not himself.

D2:

He sits on the edge of the road, questioning his humanity. Was it really the right thing to do? Getting to please everyone around him isn’t helping him. He may be tough and strong, but it isn’t enough. He just wants someone to care for him but nothing ever works. He sips the last drop of his whisky and throws it to the road watching as glass shatters everywhere in the black night. He starts to wander around more, thinking about kites and kittens until he walks back up to miss crofters office. He doesn’t know why he is here, but he is. Janus sees her face again, and miss crofters can obviously tell he isn’t doing too good. Miss crofters can’t help but give him a hug to make the pain go away.

The server Virgil needs

Warnings: swearing, mentioned death, anxiety, food

D2:

It was just for one night. Virgil was not ready to go to this party, but Logan insisted since he needed his daily dose of socialization every once in a while, or all the time. He looks at the front door, preparing himself for what to come and opens the door. Music blasts in his ears, the floor literally vibrating. Virgil does his classic “put hood over head to avoid talking to people”. Then, he decided to go into the next room he saw, where there might not be too many people. The door creaks open to even more noise than before and to shock he actually sees people he knows. Roman, the big boy is hanging from the chandelier, acting like he is flying like a crazy person. He turns over to see Remus the crackhead, trying to shoot him like he is bird. What the fuck is going on???

D1:

Virgil just wanted to go to his friend's house, not have this. Staring at his friends house, Virgil felt his breathing hitch. Why was their loud music and speakers? Why the fuck were there decorations? And why the fuck did he honestly have to be here. Virgil thought about a few way to get out of this situation. He could leave, like honestly just walk back to his house, his mom would be confused but it would be a way out. He die, just curl right there in the grass and suffocate. He could stand in the road in wait for impeanding doom. Maybe find Patton and get hugged to death. Anything but go inside. Wasn't there a neighborhood lake, he could drown in.

D2:

Wasn’t there a neighborhood lake he could drown in? He leans back in one of the folding chairs and looks up at the stars. Why did he have to be here right now? The smell of fire from the grill fills the outside, and Virgil really wants a taste but he doesn’t feel like talking to anyone else to get it. Logan appears before him and gives him a plate of an assortment of different barbecue type foods, burgers, hot dogs, etc. Virgil, forced to take the plate from Logan decides to start taking bites off his food.

“I can’t let you sit here and starve Virgil,” Logan says, staring to eat off his own plate as well. Virgil thanks the heavens that Logan is able to be his server tonight.

D1:

Virgil thanks the heavens Logan was able to be his server tonight. Logan sat next Virgil on the grass. The sun was just starting to set. The Ray's washing over both of them. Virgil really wasn't interested in the food. He was just enjoying the sunset, and his friends presence. It was a weird day, not normal really at all, but hey it ended alright. That's all that mattered, right?

S’mores prank

Warnings: food, fire, briefly mentioned bugs, swearing

D1:

The fire was getting closer. Virgil hissed at the large orange flames in the fire pit, not enjoying how warm they made him while he was already wearing a hoodie. "Virge, that's not gonna make them go away," Patton said before shoving another marshmallow in his mouth. "Patton, we conquered those marshmallows for s'mores. If you eat all of them we won't be able to make s’mores." Logan said from his seat on a log next to Roman. "Come on Lo stop being a sorry sport, we can always conquer more!" Roman said, throwing a marshmallow into the flames. The sides had decided to go camping in the mind palace, well Roman decided he wanted to go camping and dragged them along. And Virgil was hating every second of it. He had to sleep on the ground, in a clostraphoic tent, and was surrounded by bugs. This was a shit situation for the emo side, and he was gonna make it hell for Roman.

D2:

Virgil started to work on his new deviant plan, ready to get at Roman. Roman has been pranking him for all these years and this time he is going to pay for it with good old sweet karma. He goes over and starts messing with the s’mores, putting his own ‘special’ ingredients to the mix. Some nice laxatives, and oh boy was this gonna be fun watching Roman suffer. Roman is laughing as the fire grew bigger, asking for a nice treat to have with the fire. Virgil couldn’t help but smile at what was about to happen next.

D1:

Virgil couldn't help but smile at what was about to happen next. Everything was about to fall in place, a perfect picture plan, Roman would never cross Virgil like this again. "Ahh, I'm gonna turn in for the night guys." Patton exclaimed with a yawn. "Padre, you're gonna go to sleep this early? Come on you should stay," Roman said. Logan stood up, "actually Patton is right, we can continue this 'bonding exercise' tomorrow, we should all go to sleep so Thomas can be in top conditions tomorrow." Logan and Patton then started walking to their tents. "Well Emo nightmare, we should go to sleep then, God knows you won't get it though," Roman said standing. "Wait!" Virgil yelled, the other sides turning to see why he just screamed.

D2:

He didn’t want Patton or anyone else to get hurt, only Roman because Roman is a piece of shit.

“Don’t eat those.” Virgil tells Logan and Patton.

Patton looks gloomy, wanting a satisfying taste of s’mores.

Patton looks back at Virgil, upset. “Why can’t we? Roman is shoving those into his face right now.”

Virgil knows they won’t listen if he tells them what is really going on.

“I may have... uh...” Virgil can’t help but feel guilty, but his plan has already worked. Roman is shoving the s’mores into his face right now.

“I put laxatives into the s’mores...”

Guns and sushi

Warnings: Guns, food, Remus, knives, dead bodies, people tied up, blood, fist fighting, theft

D2:

Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind, but with a gun against his head. “Buttt whyyyy???? I just want to play with some of the dead bodies out in the back!!!” Remus says with a bratty tone. He seems really upset, and Patton can’t help but feel disgusted. How the heck did he get here, with Janus and Remus?! He tries to get his way through the ropes but nothing works. This is Janus’ and Remus’ specialty. He may know Janus a little bit more now, but this is really the only way to get Remus to stop acting like a lunatic. Remus breaks open from his own handcuffs after being at gunpoint from yours truly, Janus. Janus puts the gun down and turns over to look at Patton, and Remus can’t help but giggle from the sidelines.

D1:

"What are we gonna do now?" Patton sighed. "I honestly don't have a clue." Janus looked at Remus for a second before looking back at Patton, "we could leave him here and just leave, get some food, oh maybe Chinese?" Patton thought about it for a second, "fine, but make it Sushi. It could care less for Chinese right now." Janus nodded and the two walked out the door of the grimy warehouse. Just before they both got in the car though, Patton tugged open a window. "Come one we can't leave him locked in there!" Janus sighed, "fine, but get in, I'm hungry."

D2:

Remus slips a certain something from under his shoe and in such a way Janus would never notice. It was a pocket knife. Janus and Remus walk away from the large cage, leaving Patton alone, in complete darkness and he could barely see anything. Guess they weren’t going to stay after all. Patton gets the knife in his hands tied around his back and starts cutting. They are very thick ropes, but at this point he just wants to get home and see everyone again. He manages to cut and he is released. Patton is happy that Remus left the cage door open, but what are really his intentions? Remus doesn’t do these types of favors without any motive behind it.

D1:

Remus invaded the kitchen like a warrior on a battlefield. He was here to make sure Patton got the noodles he wanted, and Remus might treat himself as well. The chefs and servers were all confused, telling him to leave and get out of the kitchen. Remus smiled, Patton was gonna get his noodles. It's safe to say no one left that kitchen without a bloody nose. Remus had really taken a beating to everyone there. Once everyone was out cold though, Remus snooped around the kitchen before seeing it. On top of the stove, was a large pot of noodles, exactly what Patton wanted. Grabbing the pot, and something else Remus ran back to the main restaurant, and to the side of a disappointed Remus and Patton. "So you robbed the place of there noodles and ice cream?" Janus asked. "Yup!" Remus exclaimed, licking a popsicle.

“Do you love me?”

Warnings: sexual intentions, kissing

D1:

The footsteps were moving away. Roman let out a heavy sigh. They couldn't be caught, not now. They had been doing this for weeks but still every sound made them pause, every foot step made them step away from each other, and every word that wasn't one of there’s ruined the mood. It was upsetting but the safest thing to do, if they were caught...it would never happen again. It was a strange idea, logic and creativity being together. Wanting each other. Not feeling complete without one another. But they did. So when the lights turned off, and the others went to sleep, Roman sneaked in,to Logan's room to feel complete. To have his other half. "We can't keep doing this," Logan said. Roman sighed, it was true. It was painful every time a kiss was broken by footsteps. "Than what do we do?" He asked. "Tell them," Logan said. "Lo, we can't, they won't" Logan brought up a hand to cup Roman's cheek.

D2:

“Ooh? Wow Logan I didn’t know you liked this type of thing.” Roman places his hands around Logan’s waist.

“Well, passionate kissing can burn between 2 and 26 calories a minute, and also can reduce stress. This can be extremely beneficial to both of our health.”

Roman looks at Logan almost like his face is trying to make a sigh but he can’t.

“Ugh please don’t start Logan.”

To get Logan to not talk anymore, he pushes him up against the wall, Roman presses his lips against Logan’s. Logan, wanting to talk more about health benefits finally decides to give in, letting the kisses get more passionate than before. Eventually, Roman decides to slip his hand between Logan’s thighs.

D1:

"Roman we can't-" "Logan you love me." Logan looked at Roman wide eyed. Logan wasn't good with emotions, but he knew love was strong. It wasn't a word you threw around, you had to be certain. And Logan didn't know how to Express what he had with Roman. It was strong, yet fragile. It made him feel confident. And he wanted more moments with Roman. Hell, he wanted every moment to be with Roman. Log a finally broke the silence, "do you love me?" Roman paused for the smallest of seconds, "yes." Logan pushed Roman away from him "Then tell them, about us. I can't handle keeping this a secret Roman, we need to tell them."

D2:

Roman looks down at the ground, trying to find an excuse but can’t manage to make one.

“Why do relationships need to be so hard???” Roman more upset than ever, holds Logan close.

“All we need to do is tell them. I mean think about it, we all know Patton and Virgil are a thing.” Logan says.

“Wait, what?! How couldn’t you tell me this info sooner?!”

Logan, realizing his clothes are a lot more of a mess than before.

“Roman, do you have some missing brain cells or are you just clueless?” Roman totally offended snaps back.

“I’m not oblivious! At least I’m not the one reciting lines from the last article you read about kissing! Don’t tell me that isn’t odd!”

Logan can’t help but feel embarrassed.

A soulmate AU?

Warnings: Food, condoms

D1:

He couldn't believe it. Was it really him? Roman stared across the small library at the man behind the counter. He was tall, with brown hair and glasses, along with wearing a tie and dress shirt. On his neck was a simple tattoo, taking the form of a dragon sitting atop a pile of books. The same tattoo that Roman had on his left hip. He couldn't believe, Roman was staring at his soulmate. All his life he had dreamed of meeting his soulmate. Someone who was perfect for him in every way, someone to love him every second. And now he was a few isles away from them. What was he supposed to do? Run up and randomly kiss them? No that would be weird.

D2:

Logan walked over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a book. Roman couldn’t get the courage to do it. On his way to one of the tables to get a close look at Logan, he sees something under the table.

“What the...” Roman mumbles.

A lady behind him notices as well, and screeches.

“IS THAT A USED CONDOM?!” The lady runs away and Roman looks at it in horror. Logan turns over and walks over to Roman, startled when he looks under the table like everyone else in the room. People start discussing what to do with it while Roman and Logan stare intensely at the used condom.

“Disgusting... in a public library...” Logan says.

D1:

"That's… gross," Roman said, before his eyes trailed back to Logan. "Um, I actually came over here to ask you something." Logan looked at Roman curious, "and what would that be?" Roman took a second to try to form a response, just screaming out 'I'm your soulmate' would probably confuse him, and he honestly wanted this first meeting to go well. "Here, showing you would be better," with that Roman took his shirt off, turning so that Logan could see his left side. Logan, who at first was very confused, stared at the large dragon tattoo on Roman's side. Roman turned back around to look at Logan. "Seems we might be soulmates."

D2:

“Roman. Let’s go somewhere together.” Logan takes Romans’ hand and leaves the library. Roman can’t help but blush when Logan holds his hand like this. Then, Logan stops suddenly. They both look up to see the most beautiful thing in the world, the greatest ice cream shop that sells beans with ice cream and other things. Logan and Roman run towards the ice cream shop, skipping along the way there.

“Let’s get some ice cream with beans,” Logan says, “they help oxygen flow through your body.” Logan keeps pulling Roman towards the ice cream shop and they enter.

“You look like two happy donkays if I do say so myself,” the cashier says. “What would you donkays like to get today?”

“Oooh oooh can I get some BEANS?!” Roman yells.

“Sure thing donkay! All the donkays get bean ice cream today!”

The donkays scream yay at getting the taste of some nice bean ice cream.

Patton’s secret

Warnings: Alcohol, implied sexual content, swearing, Remus, first fighting, injuries

D2:

He sat him down and held him close before telling him the horrible news.

“Patton, I—“ Virgil is shushed.

“Shh, I’m enjoying this moment between us together.” Patton holds Virgil tighter.

“I feel like there is something I don’t know about...” Virgil stops looking at Patton, extremely angstily. “Patton, please tell me what is going on, I need to know.”

“I don’t know if I should tell you, it is really bad...” Patton whispers.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Virgil shows a smile, and the only smile he has given all night.

“I—“ Patton stops himself from speaking, he can’t bring himself to say it.

“Please, I love you so much Patton and I care about you.”

Patton sighs. “I’m pregnant.”

“W-what?! How the heck are you pregnant?” Virgil yells.

D1:

"Wha- what how the heck are you pregnant?" Virgil yells. Patton winced at the sound, no this isn't what he wanted he really didn't want Virgil angry. "I-I'm sorry Virge, I was drunk and not thinking, please I love you I promise!" Virgil was shocked how the fuck was he suppose to deal with this?! He was very aware Patton was trans, but they weren't at a comfortable point in their relationship to do anything. They had only been together for a month or two. "Pat, I-I…" Virgil didn't know what to say. Was he ready to be a father? We Patton ready to be a father? He could feel his breathing quicken, the world seemed to blur. "Virge? Virge, breathe for me please." "Y-you cheated on me and got pregnant?!"

D2:

“How could you just have a one night stand with some random person?! Do you even care?!” Virgil stands his ground, flaming with rage.

“I’m done and we are OVER. There is no excuse!” Virgil leaves the room to find a way to release the steam. Why did Patton do this to him? He runs outside and sits against the wall, and he can’t help but cry.

He hears footsteps expecting Patton, but it turns out to be a familiar face.

“Remus...”

Virgil gets up and backs slightly away.

“Hey there Vergy! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Must say that was quite a show in there.” Remus giggles at the drama and entertainment.

“You have something to do with this, don’t you Remus?” Virgil says.

D1:

"You have something to do with, don't you Remus." Virgil said. Remus looked offended "Virgil, drawing random conclusions-" "BULLSHIT!" Virgil yelled. "You can fucking stop the act, you fucked Patton, without protection and this kid is yours!" Remus smirked, sickly sweet, "you say it like he didn't consent." Virgil stared at him, pissed. "You fucking knew me and Patton were in a relationship you sick fuck!" With that the first punch was thrown. Remus looked startled, holding his now very bruised jaw. "It's not all my fucking fault!" Remus said hitting back.

The fight didn't last long, though it ended with both of them majorly bruised. Remus had left, bruised and hurt, leaving a very confused Virgil standing alone on the sidewalk.

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E M R S. 49 79 108 117 145. Black-Eyed Susan. Freesia. Lilac.

E. Easiest person to talk to

I have a hard time ‘talking’ to anyone. But I guess I’m able to ramble my best when it’s my mom and I’m also drunk and sad. OR the audio journals I keep from time to time. Those are easy to be candid in, once you get over the fact that you’re talking to yourself. And pretty therapeutic. I’m saving loads on therapy by having literal conversations with myself where I talk to myself as if I were talking to a friend who is also me and is saying all my bad thoughts.

I just realized how blackmailable recorded journals make me. I’d better delete them.

M. Milkshake flavour:

Any. I fuckin love milkshakes. Now I want a milkshake.

(oh but ones with chocolate bits in them to add a lil cronchy texture are v nice)

R. Reason to smile:

I don’t really have a good answer for this one atm. Milkshakes?

I reflexively smile when I remember saying something really stupid and think of all the ways to walk that shit back and be all jokey. Like my face rehearses this imaginary scenario and I smile when I’m flustered. I’ve been doing this a lot lately. I need a hobby.

S. Song you last sang:

it came on when i was driving okay its a fucking jam okay

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

M MAYBE BUT IM NOT SAYING WHAT

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Dark heather grey.

108. What should you be doing?

I am so far behind on a project for my class. But I’m just. SIGHH

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

I’m alright with it. I’m not too crazy about chicken broths. Also the noodles is bland.

145. Tea or Coffee?

Tea. Nicer taste when taken black.

Also: while it’s better when hot, it doesn’t go fuckin rancid like coffee does when I inevitably forget about it and let it go cold.

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

Some kinda bird of prey. A scissor-tailed kite.

Mostly bc I wanna fly and also be violent. And try eating bugs. Don’t judge- I like new experiences but also don’t want to eat a bug with a human mouth and sense of taste.

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Is this some kinda joke to you? lmao dw hellmonth has been p kind to me

ok so

1: I started talking to a very close friend who I’d fallen out of touch with.

2: ACNH hell ye

3: TMA season 5. I’m not sure if I should call this ‘good’, but I’m stoked as hell and ready for heartbreak.

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Everything.

Putting on puppet shows with my sister, gardening with my dad and sister, cooking with mom, carving eggs with grandma, fishing with grandpa, old Windows 95 games, drawing Stitch a WHOLE lot, singing weird Christian music, catching ladybugs and caterpillars, storing said ladybugs in a pencilbox and getting in trouble when they escaped during class, dress-up, pretending to know how to play pokemon cards, reading so many fantasy novels, hanging with the neighborhood kids, drawing our original kaiju on the sidewalk in chalk, taking a weird sense of pride in having the biggest big brother out of all the kids in my class, handball, soccer, oh jeez how did I have ENERGY

I hated sleeping. So basically I was the opposite of how I am now. :V

#answerin asks #long post #jeez this is long #im gonna just let this post where it does and not bother deleting it once i reblog it to my saveblog bc im not sober enough to care #also vis a vis 49: it is something that i know would make most of my friends p disappointed in me #also i didnt enjoy the experience and will likely never do it again #as a hint: did you know that if you warp time for someone who is both stuck in their own head and has adhd that they will go into some kind #askbox meme #poketoa #asked n answered

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daftpunkinstein · 7 years

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Alrighty ladies and gentlemen, it's time for Splatoon 2 Salmon Run tips

By someone who plays this game too damn much. This turned out longer than I thought it would so here’s a read-more.

General Tips

As soon as you start; cover as much turf and walls as you can. I mean it’s a given to ink ground, but also focus on walls. Because that will make transporting golden eggs much easier. And it probably save someone, and yourself, from getting overwhelmed. Keep everything as covered as they can, constantly.

Your lifesaver colors actually show your ink levels, if you rely on knowing in Inkling form.

Remember that you have two free Specials to use each game, they could turn a wave around in no time. However: try your best to save them for the last wave, if not, the end of a particularly hard wave.

Try to keep away from ledges, especially during high tide. Chum and Smallfry can push you into the drink with relative ease.

Always keep an eye out for downed teammates. Constantly check the teammates condition on the top left. If they’re down and surrounded, try bombs. Try to lead them over using the “This Way” call. If you’re down, try to move towards teammates in an open area. Also, be sure to lay on the “Help” call to keep their attention. It might be annoying to the others, but it’ll be worth it to them once you’re up and working.

Don’t get greedy with grabbing golden eggs if your co-workers are heading for them. Instead: support them by covering the way back to the basket, and protect them from enemies.

Slip through grates if you’re surrounded, be aware of your surroundings before doing so.

If the wave is about to end, you’ve met your golden egg quota, and your team is starting to become overwhelmed; try to distance yourself from the fight until time is up. Knowing when to retreat is key to winning.

If you’re surrounded by golden eggs, and are away from the rest of your teammates while they’re fending off enemies and bosses. Do not sit there and guard them. You will most definitely get overwhelmed and lose the eggs either way. Or worse; start a team wipe. Let them go, because odds are the quota could still be met downing future bosses. If you want to keep them safe while you transport them or assist the team; lob a bomb to take out any Snatchers.

Boss Tips

If your weapon isn’t good with range, or you can’t get to high ground, don’t try take on a Steelhead. Instead; try to kite his bombs away from the team and reliable ground. Steelheads are the Chargers calling. Sting Ray Specials may possibly chip his health away. Don’t quote me on that.

Hope to God that the number of Flyfish that appear in a game are little to none. When you’re getting targeted, the lines around your target show how many missiles are heading your way. Also where the Flyfish is located. If you and another teammate are challenging it; wait for the teammate to toss their bomb First. This gives you a chance to aim your bomb, and to see which box they target, so you can take down the other. Ending the pain and suffering it causes you all. The Inkjet and Stinger Specials miraculously will take Flyfish down from afar without the use of bombs. Just be aware of your surroundings and take a good aim before you activate it.

If a Steel Eel is following you, lead it away from teammates. Try to circle around and get to high ground to take out the operator. Use bombs to get to the Chum that tend to stay underneath it’s spray.

If a Maw is chasing you in a rough situation. Pause for a millisecond so it can prepare it’s attack. This gives you some time to run or swim away. When you have a clear shot and enough ink, roll a bomb along the ground towards the target. Time it to hit just as it attacks to take it down painlessly.

If a Stinger is attacking you, it’s a no brainier to run or swim away as fast as possible. But also be considerate of your teammates if they’re close by, one attack can down more than one of you if you stick around each other too closely. If you see a teammate being targetted, help them out by covering the ground around them so they aren’t stuck and eventually busted. Don’t aim for the fish at the top, only taking the pots down count. Any weapons that can be used in rapid succession (Splatlings, Splat guns, Brushes, etc.) can down them with ease. If you can afford to lone wolf it over to one to stop it from causing more trouble, take caution and don’t get overwhelmed. Fight fire with fire by using your Stinger Ray Special to take them down from afar.

Hit Drizzlers whenever they’re floating to their location to get a little damage before they start their attack pattern. You can actually shoot down their torpedoes so that they don’t have a chance to rain down on you. Try to aim it towards them if you can, because if you manage to take it down, they won’t stay as vulnerable as they usually are. Hitting them with their own torpedo will take it out instantly, as a bonus.

Try to lead scrappers to an open area. Whale on them to stun them, and swing around the back to take them down.

Special Wave Tips

Always keep an eye on the tide. Try not to slip off when it rises, and resist swimming around grates. The basket will always move during low tide, so use the “This Way” call to keep teammates focused.

Nightfall usually means that a particularly hard wave is coming. Keep an eye on Mr. Grizzes’ messages to see what you’re dealing with. Also to follow his instructions, if anything is new to you.

Nothing much to do in fog except to keep your eyes peeled for Flyfish and Stingers. Goldies are good to lead over to the basket as well.

Ink cannons similar to the ones in Octo Canyon will pop up during a Cohock Charge. If you’re good at doing support from afar, try to grab the one furthest and highest from the basket. However; you must keep an eye on your ink level when firing, and make sure not to get attacked while operating the canon. Time shots right with boss vulnerability to make life much easier for the teammates collecting eggs. Be careful of Flyfish and Stingers. Revive teammates easily with shots. If you’re the one collecting eggs, take advantage of the other cannons close to the shoreline.

Goldie Seeking waves are impossible without teamwork. Start opening gushers, then find the one’s with the most light coming out of them. The brighter the light, the closer the gusher with the goldie is. Once you find it, call over teammates with the “This Way” call. Lay it on the Goldie for maximum egg output. Tons of golden eggs will be strewn around everywhere. Try to focus on transporting them back before searching for the goldie again, loads of Snatchers will usually come to snag your bounty. As you continue to attack the goldie, it’ll shrink and become faster. Eventually it will pop into three more eggs. A new Goldie will appear in the gushers, however by the time you deal with the first one, the wave will be close to ending.

Keep an eye out for the Griller’s laser sight. If they target you, steer it away from teammates as best as you can. When they are chasing someone else, move around and shoot the spot on it’s back to stun it and attack. The stinger special, despite dealing with other bosses, will not damage Grillers. Predict their movements and keep away from their instant death mowing. Use bombs to deal with Smallfry.

Rush waves are the worst waves, and can end a game quicker than grillers. If you’re swarmed with bugs, get to the highest ground and fight off the hoard with your teammates. Alternatively, you can actually hang out on walls, just out of their range so your teammates can pick them off with ease. Make sure that the walls are high enough however, don’t get too cocky. If a teammate is swarmed, try to fend off the hoard. But also keep some distance just in case they are downed, and you get swarmed. Focus mainly on defending yourself, but also try to get the egg quota filled.

Mothership Waves requires two kinds of teammates: the ones who take down Flying Chinooks, and the ones who collect eggs and bust coolers. Keep an eye on the Mothership when it starts to move. Watch Mr. Grizzes’ messages to know when it’s coming to steal eggs back. The attacks typically happen twice a wave. Rumor has it that the Stinger Ray has the ability to pop the coolers in the Mothership during an attack, which results in many golden eggs. Useful for if you weren’t able to meet quota in time.

Weapon Tips

Shooters tend to be a mixed bag. Ones with high rate of fire, like the Jr. or N-Zap, are good for covering ground and mowing down hoards of enemies up close. Shooters that have low rate of fire and high damage, like the Pro and Squelchers, are good with general support and taking down bigger foes, usually at a distance.

Rollers are extremely helpful with keeping the field clear. Literally steamroll enemies with the Splat Roller (Cohocks not included). Vertical swings are good at dealing with further-away targets. The Carbon Roller can only squash Smallfry, so it’s best to fling ink around to attack and cover. Take the Dynamo Roller’s slow sling speed into consideration when taking on hoards, and take advantage of the high damage. Same goes for the Flingza Roller’s vertical swing.

Blasters are good with crowd control and high damage direct hits. Shooting into groups of enemies can really chew them up. When covering ground, aim high so that the trail of ink and burst can cover as much ground as possible (also a good tip for turf).

Pray to any form of religion, belief, or science you follow that you don’t get a Charger loaned to you. Chargers are a support-heavy weapon, stay on high ground to keep an eye on most of the action. Don’t focus on smaller enemies, rapidly fire small shots to help deal with any that swarm you. Keep as many enemies off of your teammates as you can. Keep a clear path back towards the basket for your teammates. Use it’s long shot to your advantage when teammates are downed a distance away from you. Keep an eye on the reticule when aiming at a target to know when your shot will hit. Remember the new feature of keeping a charge for a small ammount of time while in squid form. Take advantage of the longer charge the Gootuber. E-liters can actually one-shot Steel Eels and Scrapers. Be aware of your surroundings when given a scope. Do not jump into action with hoards of enemies, you will be overwhelmed. You might not grab as many eggs as you’d like, but you won’t cost the team a wipe.

Brushes are extremely helpful on the front lines, but don’t bite off more than you can chew. Rapid swings can deal with heavier enemies if done right. Golden egg retrieval is also easy with the ability to run and cover quickly. This makes moving over grates that aren’t squid-form friendly much easier. Keep an eye on your Ink levels. Running your Brush along the ground will actually splat Smallfry.

Sloshers can knock out large groups of enemies. The ability to arch your shots can make any situation as painless as possible. Not to mention it’s large area of ground coverage. Use height to your advantage when dealing with almost all enemies, rain attacks down on hoards before they even reach you.

Splatlings follow the same rules as chargers essentially, but they give you a better chance of taking on enemies by yourself. Being overwhelmed is still likely, however, due to the charge.

Dualies are good to distract and kite enemies, and escape deadly situations with their ability to dodge roll. Their range and rapid fire is also good at keeping ground covered.

Brellas are handy for when you get swarmed. Dont rely on the shield too much, as it only covers the front of yourself, consumes ink, and can eventually be broken. It’s short burst shots can pack a punch, and does a decent job on tougher foes. Be aware of the Tenta Brella’s larger ink consumption and slower shield activation, compared to the basic Splat Brella. However the high damage can really give your enemies a whallop, and the bigger shield can probably save your hide if used correctly.

Specials are good for the situations they’re designed for. Bomb Rushes and Splashdowns take out groups of enemies that you can’t handle, in all directions. Stinger Rays have the same rules as chargers, but they’re handy for reviving teammates through walls and dealing with armored foes. Inkjets are the most useful Specials, as they will lift you away from most threats, and give you a chance to revive downed enemies from afar. Don’t fly over the water, otherwise you’ll waste it and land back into the fray.

Extra Tips

“Booyah” after you meet your egg quota and complete a wave to keep team morale high. Show yourself as a friendly and optimistic member.

Don’t give up! You’ll always get something out of your hard work. Push through when things get tough.

The name of the game is strategy and teamwork. Hope this helps someone out, I’ll update and add to this whenever there’s something new (or when I feel like it). Feel free to add anything else.

くコ:彡

#splatoon #salmon run #I got really bored and have no reason in particular for making this #long post

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satyr-syd · 7 years

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Kouda likes hiking in the mornings best. He loves life at UA, but sometimes it can be a little nerve wracking. The time when the sun’s peeking over the horizon, giving just enough light to see, but not blazing down from the middle of the sky, and when the animals are just beginning to stir, before the chaos of UA life begins - that’s Kouda’s favorite time to hike.

There’s a mountain near the dorms that lies undisturbed by UA facilities. He comes here every Sunday. This many months into dorm life, it’s become routine by now. Kouda got permission from Aizawa to hike up here, provided he stick to the path and tell people where he is.

Sometimes Jirou or Tokoyami will come with him. He appreciates their company; he likes having a friend to hike with. Plus, they can scare off the bugs for him. As much as Kouda loves nature, sometimes his fear of bugs holds him back. He especially hates the summer when the bugs come out. When he was younger, all the other kids would always ask him to use his quirk to summon beetles for them to catch, and it was always embarrassing to explain to them why he couldn’t.

Luckily, it’s nearing winter, so it’s not so bad that he’s out here alone. The weather is perfect; a cool breeze counteracts the effects of the bright sun. His boots pat against the dirt as he follows the trail he takes whenever he comes up here. A call of a bird directs his attention to the sky. A black kite sails overhead, wingtips glowing gold in the lazy sunlight. Kouda watches as it suddenly dives into treetops, no doubt snatching up a rabbit or shrew for breakfast.

It used to bother him, watching animals eat other animals. He understands now that all animals need to eat, and some animals need to eat other animals, and that’s the way it is. That’s the cycle of life.

It’s still a little sad, though.

Kouda crouches down and mumbles, “Good morning creatures of the grass and trees, follow me on my trek through the flora of this godly mountain, if you would like.”

A dozen mice scramble up to his side, soon joined by a few rabbits. He stands up, and beacons them to follow as he takes to the pathway once more.

He walks with the animals for a half hour in silence. By now, he’s almost halfway up the mountain.

Suddenly the rabbit in front of him comes to a halt, ears perked up. Kouda looks up and listens carefully; he can hear rustling of leaves, shoes crunching against the undergrowth.

A figure bursts through the bushes, and the animals scatter.

“Oh. It’s you.”

Bakugou comes out of the bushes, dressed in a black workout jacket and cargo pants hanging low on his hips, a red backpack looped over his shoulder.

Kouda’s jaw almost drops. Bakugou was the last person he expected to see out here.

Apparently Bakugou thought the same.

“The fuck you are doing out here?” Bakugou glances at his boots and backpack. “Hiking?”

Kouda nods.

Bakugou gives him another look, the walks out onto the pathway up ahead of him, continuing on without a second thought.

Happy to have someone else with him, Kouda comes up to Bakugou’s side - keeping a few feet between them - and starts walking next to him.

Bakugou stops, and looks at him.

“You don’t talk much,” he states.

Kouda grins nervously and shrugs. It’s true, he’s not much of a talker, unless he’s using his quirk. Since he was little, he primarily used sign language around his single hard-of-hearing mother, so he didn’t need to talk much. The habit stuck when he entered school.

Bakugou gives him one more look, then continues walking. Kouda followed a moment after, and they walk in silence, the only noise from the wind whispering through the autumn leaves and the sound of birds chirping as they fly high in the sky.

As time goes by, a small horde of animals begins following them. With Bakugou’s uncharacteristically calm demeanor, the animals are comfortable around him. They walk closer and closer, until he and Bakugou are being followed by a small army of shrews and rabbits and foxes and even a few deer, like ducklings behind their mother.

Kouda decides walking with Bakugou is nice. He keeps a fair pace, not as fast as Jirou and not as slow as Tokoyami, and doesn’t try and force conversation. There also seems to be less bugs around them. Kouda wonders if it’s because Bakugou’s sweat smells bad to the bugs. Like a natural bug spray. Or maybe they’re just scared of him, Kouda thinks, smiling to himself. Who could blame them?

Suddenly Bakugou pauses. The animals stop with him. Then he hurries off the path, disappearing into the trees before Kouda can follow.

Huh? Was he supposed to follow? Or was Bakugou done, and he wanted to leave? Kouda lingers in the middle of the pathway, tapping his fingers together while he debates what to do.

Kouda’s just about the ask a fox to follow him when Bakugou comes trudging back, a massive stick in his hand. Without an explanation, he continues forward, dragging the stick behind him in a perfect line.

Kouda looks at the animals and shrugs. Not what he was expecting, but he can understand the joy that comes with carrying a big stick. He hurries to catch up with Bakugou, careful not to tread on the line he makes.

Bakugou watches the trees tops like a fox on the hunt. Kouda watches him watch the forest. Kouda wouldn’t have pegged Bakugou as someone who appreciates nature, but he did hear from Kirishima that Bakugou liked hiking, so maybe this shouldn’t have been a surprise.

Suddenly Bakugou stops. He tiptoe toward a tree next to the pathway, eyes wide and focused. He eases the branch against the tree, aiming for a small spot on the trunk.

That’s when Kouda sees the beetle, and his blood goes cold.

He can only watch at the beetle crawls from the tree onto the top of Bakugou’s branch. Bakugou lets out of a shout of victory and parades the stick around in the air, oblivious to Kouda’s fear. Kouda tries to step back but Bakugou smirks and shoves the branch at him.

The beetle is nearly as large his finger and it is two inches away from his face.

Kouda bolts, stumbling backwards and falling against a tree trunk five meters away from Bakugou and the branch.

Bakugou flings the stick over his shoulder. “The fuck is wrong?”

Kouda points his finger to the branch and shakes his head.

He glances at the branch, and back at Kouda, and takes the beetle off the top of the branch and into his hand. Kouda holds his breath, watching the beetle like a hawk. Bakugou just flings it into the trees, far away from them.

Trying not to act as embarrassed as he feels, Kouda recovers his composure and hurries back next to Bakugou, hands clenched in front of him awkwardly. They start walking down the path again. The animals were scared off in his fright, and Kouda doesn’t want to take the time to call them back.

He twiddles his fingers as he waits for Bakugou to comment on his fear.

“Doesn’t your quirk make you an animal whisperer or something?” Bakugou asks skeptically.

There it is. Kouda nods.

“And you’re afraid of bugs? That’s stupid.”

Kouda looks down at his hands. He knows it’s stupid, but he can’t help it. They’re just so creepy, they have too many legs and they’re too small and they’re definitely not soft. He knows he can deal with bugs when he has too, thanks to Jirou, but only when he absolutely has to, and that’s good enough for him.

“A quirk is an extension of yourself,” Bakugou goes on. “If you don’t use it to your maximum capacity, it’s like you're leaving part of yourself behind. That’s just fucking dumb.”

Kouda never really thought of it like that before.

Is he really just content mastering part of his power? Everyone at UA gives it their all. Jirou made her ears bleed just so they could pass their end of term exam. Kouda needs to do his best to support than all too, and if he wasn’t using the full potential of his quirk, then he wasn’t doing that at all.

They reach the peak in no time, the edge of a sloping cliff that overlooks the UA campus. Of all the aspects of the mountain, Kouda’s favorite thing is the view. From here, they can see all of UA spread out before them, as tiny as a children’s play set. He spots the dorms, where the rest of their classmates are probably sleeping in on this Sunday morning.

Bzzz.

Kouda flinches. Oh dear, what was that?

Something brushes against his arm. Gulping, Kouda looks down.

There, on his arm, is the largest, creepiest moth he’s ever seen.

“KKYAAAAAA!”

Kouda leaps up, shaking his arm wildly as he runs around in circles. Suddenly his foot catches on a branch and Kouda finds himself tumbling headfirst down the cliff face. Adrenaline rushes through him as he grapples for something to hang on to. He catches on to a root, and hangs on for dear life, huddling against the rocky wall of the cliff face.

Once he’s sure he’s not immediately going to fall to his death - and that the moth is long gone - Kouda peeks down.

“EEEEK!”

The cliff slopes down at a steep incline and it’s a long, long way to fall. What are his options? He can call a deer, and grabs its horns to pull him up, but he doesn’t think a deer would be strong enough to lift him, but maybe two deer? Or perhaps -

“Gimme your hand!”

Kouda looks up. Bakugou is bending over the side of the cliff, hand extended towards him.

“The fuck are you waiting for, dumbass?” he barks, opening his hand again. “Take it!”

Having witnessed Bakugou’s quirk in action, his outstretched hand is almost as terrifying as bugs, but Kouda takes it without hesitating.

Their hands clasped together, Bakugou yanks him up and over the peak, sending them toppling over into the soft dirt behind them. Kouda rolls and bumps into a tree. His chest heaves shaking breaths and he clutches the ground below him, thankful for a solid surface.

Once his heart has and the adrenaline has started to fade, Kouda pushes himself up into a sitting position, back resting against the tree trunk.

Bakugou’s sitting in the dirt a few feet away, shaking out his arm.

“Thank you,” Kouda tells him.

Bakugou looks up at him, eyes wide in surprise. Kouda expects him to say something along the lines of “So you can speak!” or “I see what you mean about the bugs,” but he doesn’t say anything at all.

Maybe his way of saying thanks for Kouda not patronizing him by saying “Wow, I didn’t know you could rescue people!” or something that insinuates Bakugou isn’t hero material. Knowing Bakugou, probably not, but Kouda can imagine it anyway. Words unspoken are sometimes more important than anything that can be said.

In lieu of words, Bakugou stands up, smacks the dirt off his pants, grabs his bag, and heads down the mountain without looking back. Kouda lifts himself up and hurries after him.

Out of all their classmates, Bakugou scares him the most. He figures most of their classmates would say the same. It was a little difficult to imagine the guy who wanted to be called “King of Explodo-kills” as a hero, but right then, Kouda had no trouble at all.

About halfway down the mountain, Kouda notices a spider crawling on Bakugou’s shoulder.

Kouda freezes in his tracks. He feels his heart thundering in his chest, senses still heightened from his encounter with the moth. He watches its spindly legs creep along Bakugou’s jacket, making its way toward his neck.

Kouda gulps and steels himself. After Bakugou saved him, he want to do something in return. He wants to support his classmates, even if it’s scary. He’d done it once. He can do it again.

He starts muttering before he can think too long about it. “Oh, eight legged beast, venture far into the wilderness, long ways away from here, if you please.”

Bakugou whips around, right as the spider jumps of his shoulder and onto the ground. “The fuck are you saying?” Bakugou asks.

Kouda points to the spider. They watch as it scurries across the dirt and climbs up a tree. Kouda shudders, trying forget the sight of those creepy crawly legs.

“I thought you said you were afraid of bugs?” Bakugou asks.

Kouda smiles sheepishly and nods.

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. Kouda thinks he sees something like satisfaction, but maybe he’s imagining it. He certainly feels satisfied with himself - maybe even proud. He knows it’s just one spider, but like his mother always tells him, little steps move you forward, too.

The make it back to the dorms before anyone else is up.

“You gonna hike up there next weekend?” Bakugou asks him.

Kouda nods.

“Same time?”

He gives a thumbs up.

Bakugou gives him a crooked smile. “Maybe next time we’ll catch some bugs to leave them on Kaminari’s bed. That’ll teach him not to fuck with me when I’m cooking again.”

Kouda shakes his hands no but Bakugou just gives a barking laugh and walks upstairs.

Kouda smiles to himself. Looks like he gained a new hiking partner. Today’s adventure was not at all what he was expecting and maybe a little terrifying, but Kouda can confidently say that he’s looking forward to next week’s trip.

ao3 | based on this hc | more like this

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fic #katsuki bakugou #kouji kouda #meant to be platonic #adventures with bakugou #my writing

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juanandonly0427-blog · 7 years

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My favorite lyrics from New School Rap Artists.

So I run a radio show at my college with one a co-host named C-Bo called “Chillin with C-Bo”. I started out as a guest on the show, but I soon became something more. Now C-Bo is leaving the country for a while, so it’s up to me to run the show.

If you ever wanna listen, I’m on from 11:30 AM- 2:30 Pm EST, on Tuesdays. I’ll provide a link to the online site below.

But enough self promotion!

One thing I promised C-Bo was that I would stick to his style of music for the show to maintain consistency, as well as sprinkle a little bit of my own flavor.

The problem, however, was I wasn’t into the type of music C-Bo was into; New School Rap. I have been hesitant to dive into this genre because I was afraid that it would ruin the flavor of rap and hip hop I had acquired from before 2010 (you know, your basic nostalgia).

But As I began to really listen to artists like Chance the Rapper, Logic, Childish Gambino, and Kendrick Lamar, I fell in love. But not with the beat, or the tempo, or even the voices/flow of the artists. I fell in love with the lyrics. What I love most about rap and hip-hop is that it gives artists a chance to formulate great lyrical content. Other genres of music have become so cheesy and typical with the words, that it gets to the point where they all sound the same.

But in rap, each song is so different.

Nas wrote a song from the point of view of a gun.

Eminem wrote a song about a crazed fan that lost his mind trying to get his attention.

NWA created songs that helped bring a spark into the souls of Compton residents, making them feel like they aren’t all the criminals and gang-bangers everyone sees them as.

Hell, Mackelmore wrote a song about how to shop at a thrift shop!

Today’s modern day rap has taken a bit of a blow in terms of lyrical content, however.

With so many songs about money, drinking, smoking, making money, cursing out the police, and gang banging, along with the rise of Mumble rap and songs that are just repeating the same 3 lines over and over to a loud beat, it’s hard to find good, thought provoking lyrics in today’s rap.

Luckily, I found a few.

If you wanna know what songs these lyrics came from, they’ll be in Parenthesis at the end of each one.

So here are some of my favorite lyrics from some of today’s New School Rap Artists;

Kendrick Lamar

“I can dig rapping... but a rapper with a ghost writer; what the fuck happened? (Oh no!) I swore I wouldn't tell! But most of you share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell! (A two man cell?) Something's in the water.(Something's in the water) And if I got a brown nose for some gold, then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller!” (King Kunta)

“I'm so fucking sick and tired of the Photoshop. Show me something natural like afro on Richard Pryor. Show me something natural like ass with some stretch marks.” (HUMBLE)

“I know murder, conviction, burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption, scholars, fathers dead with kids, and I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier's DNA.” (DNA)

“I done been through a whole lot; trials and tribulations, but I know God! Satan wanna put me in a bow-tie, praying that the holy water don't go dry, yeah yeah! As I look around me, so many motherfuckers wanna down me! But enemigo never drown! In front of a dirty double-mirror, they found me. And, I love myself!” (i)

“If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?” (Poetic Justice ft. Drake)

“Everybody gon' respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever” (Money Trees)

“Seen a light-skinned n***a with his brains blown out. At the same burger stand, where *censored* hang out. Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it. But ever since that day, I was looking at him different. That was back when I was nine. Joey packed the nine. Pack to stand on every porch is fine. We adapt to crime...” (m.A.A.d. city)

“’Okay... Now open your mind up and listen to me, Kendrick! I'm in your conscience, if you do not hear me, then you will be history, Kendrick! I know that you're nauseous right now, and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick!’ If I take another one down, I'm a drown in some poison abusin' my limit” (Swimming Pools [Drank])

Logic

“Not perceived by the things I believe or the color of my skin, or the fact I'm attracted to her, maybe him, or the fact I'm a single mother living all alone, looking for a man and a home to call my own. But I already have one; the only man I'ma ever need is my son, my son, my son, my son, son, say!” (Black SpiderMan)

“All this other shit I'm talkin' 'bout they think they know it. I've been praying for somebody to save me, no one's heroic. And my life don't even matter. I know it I know it, I know I'm hurting deep down but can't show it. I never had a place to call my own, I never had a home. Ain't nobody callin' my phone. Where you been? Where you at? What's on your mind? They say every life precious, but nobody care about mine.” (1-800-273-8255)

“Everybody gonna die, gonna go one day, maybe it'll happen on a Monday. Drop into work and get hit by a Hyundai, fuck it, let it all go one day” (Fade Away)

“Man, I never knew livin' out a dream meant livin' out a suitcase! I've been working at a new pace! So much money on the road, I ain't even had a minute, not a single second chilling in my new place! Motherfuckers getting two-faced! ‘Cause a brother finally eating, not to mention everybody gettin' two plates!” (Run it)

“Masta deep down inside of me, the plantation deep down inside of me. Everybody fuck like sodomy, because one or the other what it gotta be. Tell me, why my momma gotta lie to me, unity for everyone that lied to me. Peace on earth, what I try to be; I just wanna spread the message of equality” (Take It Back)

“I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness, God as my witness, I'm with this, but on the real I think I need another witness!” (Everybody)

Drake

“You know the truth, this not pretend, I'm not your friend, not your guy, I'm not your buddy, show no lovin', and I might go DeMarcus Cousins; out in public!” (6 Man)

“Please, check 'em for a wire or earpiece. Please, please do not let these n***as near me. Please, think before you come for the great one. Please, who's a real n***a and who ain't one? Please.” (Back to Back)

“Oh, Lord! Who else sounded like this? They ain't make me what I am, they just found me like this, I was ready. Fuck that, I've been ready, since my dad used to tell me he was comin' to the house to get me. He ain't show. Valuable lesson, man, I had to grow up! That's why I never ask for help; I'll do it for you n***as and do it for myself!” (0-100/The Catch Up)

“I done kept it real from the jump. Living at my mama's house we'd argue every mornin' n***a, I was trying to get it on my own; working all night, traffic on the way home, and my uncle calling me like, ‘Where ya at?’ I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back, N***a.” (Started from the Bottom)

Chance the Rapper

“Man my daughter couldn't have a better mother. If she ever find another, he better love her! Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it! If I die I'll prolly cry at my own service...” (All We Got)

“JJ, Mikey, Lil Derek and them, 79th street was America then. Ice cream truck and the beauty supply, blockbuster movies and Harold's again. We still catching lightening bugs when the plague hit the backyard. Had to come in at dark cause the big shawty's act hard.” (Summer Friends)

“Jesus black life ain't matter, I know I talked to his daddy, said you the man of the house now, look out for your family.” (Blessings)

“Damn man, I don't even need a radio, and my new shit sound like a rodeo Got the old folks dancing the Do-si-do, so they fuck around, sign me to OVO. Oh, I just might share my next one with Keef, got the industry in disbelief, they be asking for beef!” (Angels)

“Way back then when everything we read was real, and everything we said rhymed. Wide eyed kids being kids. When did you stop? What did you do to your hair? Where did you go to end up right back here? When did you start to forget how to fly?” (Same Drugs)

“Hope there never come a day where we be better as friends. We in a marathon we could build a marriage on. Arguments as parents digging deeper than a baritone. I've been getting blocked just trying to make songs with friends, labels told me to my face that they own my friends.” (Finish Line/Drown)

Childish Gambino

“I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low. Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though? Are you eating though? N***a, are you eating though? Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know.” (IV. Sweatpants)

“All I do is make the stuff I would've liked, reference things I wanna watch, reference girls I wanna bite, now I'm firefly like a burning kite. And you's a fake fuck like a fleshlight” (Fire Fly)

“Can we hear the N-word one day and not get upset? Can we try something new and not be suspect?” (You See Me)

“My shit be Jackson, Jordan, Bolton, Keaton, Tyson: 5 Mikes. Donald Glover, no relation, always workin', no vacation. They couldn't feel me, no vacation. Murder versus the only motive was motivation...” (Bonfire)

“Got no patience, cause I'm not a doctor. Girl why is you lying, girl why you Mufasa? Yeah, mi casa su casa, gotta strip it like Gaza. Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava.” (3005)

So, that’s my list. I might have left out some better verses by theses artists, as well as some better artists. That’s mainly cuz these are the only new school rappers i’ve been hearing as of late. If you got any suggestions of artists/songs, please lmk!!! Thanks for reading!!!

#new school rap #rap #hiphop #childish gambino #chance the rapper #logic #kendrick lamar #drake #0-100 #swimming pools #sweatpants #same drugs #black spiderman #music #lyrics #donald glover

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sinking silently in my submarine

peeking up my periscope

periodically perusing the passing

photosynthesizing plankton

pulsating plasma membranes

eight legged tentacular suction cup

Pill popping percolating

positive vibrations

shaking up foundations

rock rolling down

to the bottom again.

just out of reach

water will recede

Cyclone circling the drain

so thirsty

get thee

to a nunnery

habit forming

thot-like behavior

instant gratification

think in new ways

get in formation

Shakespeare compares thee to Beyonce

woke up flawless like a diamond

dumber we round down

to the lowest denomination

algorithm assisted living

marketing machines

suggestively shaping

what you see

programming your point of view

the screen you pass through

is a filtration system

profile picture profiles you

feed back looping

it's the sine of the times

like a wave crashing systems

conversations conspiratorial in tone

the sinking suspicion that not so fresh feeling

and douching in general is a maladaptive marketing

mechanism to make you insecure and unsure.

they planted the product in your periphery

you think its your own idea

evolutions going backwards

survival of the photoshopped.

I’d rather be a monkey.

but ive evolved past tense

see triple in 3D

I trace your trajectory

parabolic path leading back

tragic swag. so sad these days.

no surface only substrate

sound of echoing rippling water

then a gasp for air breaks the waves

reverberating ringing tingling

beat tympanic tamborine man

oscillting ossicles translate

fluent French kiss my derriere

rare special edition

one of a kind its just like mine

same old samo

saying the same thing

eat your drugs

don't do school

stay in vegetables

various variations on the theme

every verse a throw back

vintage vino veritas

theres truth in that

cliche et tu brute

wino forever never left me

so retro back in style again

stranger things have happened

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

still singing that song flowing through me

swinging in the breeze in fields elysian

exceptional on a hill past daffodils

narcissistic point of view image conscious

selfish gene pool self interested kin selection

consciousness superficial

on the surface floating

like a glacier melting

oblivious to the tension growing

till it bursts through the glass mirror ceiling

distorting the image in circular ripples of pixels

impressionistic audience

glitch in the system program

its all conditioned

when i ring the bell

cerberus salivates

it is fate

three bitches barking

measuring me out by string

theoretically

three weird sisters

by the cauldron bubbling

on the lyre

lyrically i am lilting

you can’t stop me

you can’t stilt me

im always growing

exponentially

Fibonacci flow

spiraling out of control

fractals follow golden ratio

chaos creating destruction

entropy at equilibrium

Here we meet

Apollo and Dionysus

combined in catharsis

pupils open to see pathways

parallel past the point

of no return to normal vision

vanishing point out of view

past pluto out the solar system

on my way to cross the river

styx

REFERENCES IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

STRANGE FRUIT Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh And the sudden smell of burning flesh! Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. -- Music and lyrics by Lewis Allan, copyright 1940

HAMLET

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. -Shakespear

I AM A STRANGE LOOP

In the end, we are self-perceiving, self-inventing, locked-in mirages that are little miracles of self-reference.

— Douglas Hofstadter,P363

And there he, on the the stark, dark marker Atop his parents' graves, shed tears, And praised their ashes — darker, starker. Alas, life reaps too fast its years; All flesh is grass. Each generation, At heaven's hidden motivation, Arises, blooms, and falls from grace; Another quickly takes its place. And thus our race, rash and impetuous, Ascends and has its day, then raves And hastens toward ancestral graves. All too soon, death's sting will get to us; Aye, how our children's children rush And push us from this world's sweet crus

And then with verse of quickened sadness He honored too, in tears and pain, His parents' dust... their memory's gladness... Alas! Upon life's furrowed plain — A harvest brief, each generation, By fate's mysterious dispensation, Arises, ripens, and must fall; Then others too must heed the call. For thus our giddy race gains power: It waxes, stirs, turns seething wave, Then crowds its forebears toward the grave. And we as well shall face that hour When one fine day our grandsons true Straight out of life will crowd us too!

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on the path charted through the sky

chariots of fire Apollo s

in pediatricians

we all follow direction and its counting down from ten to scale model student pupils open to see pathways parallel past the point of no return to normal vision vanishing point of view on point the point is people like you postulate pictorially snap back to reality whomp there goes gravity I am above it all I see through all it. i saw the signs of the times so many signals overstimulating the market so similar to something the remix of ignition is cool again until its overplayed out of style so retro im coming back like vintage vines wino forever in vino veritas theres truth in that touché et tu brute brutalist

zoot suited tooted and boot leg boozer buzzer

cycle seasons

tick flick off

membrance awesome oscicles oscilation

it's the sine of the times cant you see it pay attention

double visionary view from above

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The American Dream is a product.

Lassoing up that freedom and mass producing it in metal.

I grabbed the reins and hoisted up on the saddle.

Perhaps he was too dumb to run.

Perhaps he was trying to protect me.

Graffiti on the door to the private room.

He shaved his face with a hatchet.

They placed bocce on the boat

Dressed in white.

Looking up at the billboard by the highway

Trying to communicate

He ran with a baguette]

I aint going outside. she said to the dead air left lingering in the cigarette soaked airwaves still circulating

The smoky air swam circular warning skylarks illuminated by a stray sunbeam. light littered in lateral patterns.

lyrically i am lilting you can’t stop me you can’t stilt me

well I’m majoring in business administration and I’m thinking of minoring in communications

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