#i might delete this post later but I REALLY needed to get this outta my system

[midzelink]

Well, this is certainly something that happened.  

In response to a post I made stating the various reasons I don’t like the Twilight Princess manga (which was in and of itself a response to some replies I got on this other post), I got a barrage of replies from a user (who will go unnamed, they’ve already been blocked) in defense of the thing - which, ordinarily, wouldn’t be a big deal!  People are allowed to have different opinions and I never once stated anyone who liked it should feel bad!  I started writing up a reply to them in the middle of this barrage, but their replies just kept coming and got subsequently worse, yet it was all...so bizarre to the point that it would feel weird to not address that it happened.  I’m putting all of this under a read more, because wow this is a wall of text, but also this is the kind of nonsense I want people to avoid having to read if it can be helped.  At any rate, this is what they had to say:

I don’t know, this really honestly feels like reaching. It feels like criticism for the sake of criticism without actual narrative flaws being shown, but your anger seems to stem from “This interpretation is different from what I thought even though I admit all official art shows the charachter this way” and “Link HAD to be raised in ordon because of one quote from the enclosed instruction book”. Twilight Princess was literally made to be “the edgy zelda” in reponse to fan overreaction to wind waker. This is undeniable. All official art depicts link this way. He turned into a freaking wolf in the middle of the twilight craze! but no, he *can’t* be like that because of random expressions he makes when holding pets or items? First of all, even in the manga he isn’t an edgeboy all the time.

Secondly, it feels like you're merely glossing over all that was added in terms of charachterization! In the original game, I felt nothing for Ilia. She showed up, yelled at link for maybe getting epona slightly hurt, and then got kidnapped. Maybe a bit of tsundere stuff, but seriously, Midna is literally the best tsundere ever. You can't out midna-minda in her own damn game. XD In the manga, Ilia and Link actually have a warm and very close relationship, you can see them through all the slice of life in the first volume. I really grew to like her and truly felt sorry for her when bad things happened to her. She actually gets far, FAR more respect as a person and charachter in the manga than merely a trophy for link to get back. But no, you're far too focused on subtle expressions and insinuations because that is literally all anyone had to go on for the longest time. In reality, Link, as has been said many times, is an avatar as much as he is a charachter. You can't gloss over his official art depicitons any more than I can random expressions he makes when finding a heart piece.

Not to mention, you call the blog midzelink yet you make zero mention of the super obvious wlw-as-fuck zelda flashback in volume 5? It's a sad thing that Shad being straight is something I have seen people complain about, yet Zelda and Midna's relationship getting such a huge focus passes without a peep. It's a disturbing trend I see in my fellow Fujoshi. And on the subject of Shad, his relationship with Ilia is far more likely something included to give her a happy ending, rather than just seeing link off into the sunset to try to find midna and live forever alone in ordon. On that note as well, Link not being from Ordon fits PERFECTLY with the ending, Link being the only hylian, link being from there, all of this is SCREAMING that that is the place he never truly belonged, the manga simply takes it one step further and in this version says he was never from there any way, cementing that. It gives the concept that Link was using Ordon as a place to avoid being who he was extra weight. And Honestly, it makes him less of a jerk in the end for leaving ordon, as he never truly belonged.  

And It's actually a narrative flaw in the original for Lanaryu to make mention of misusing the power of the master sword and then having nothing come of that warning later. If you're going to set chekov's gun down on the table, you better use it by the end of the play. It's simply capitalzing on something that the story actually set up, and playing into the tone of the story nintendo marketed it. But really, most of my annoyance dosen't come from the fact that you don't like the manga. People can dislike what they want. It's that all your grievances seem to come from stuff at the very beginning, and you liked it for so long, when they were there just as much as they are now. This kinda reeks of someone else slowly influencing you over time, rather than your own thoughts.

Phew.  

Okay.  

First of all, what the f**k, dude.  Who leaves this kind of essay in the replies of someone else’s post?

Secondly,

(Note: a “fujoshi” is a woman who likes yaoi, usually used in a derogatory manner, but it seems to be self-proclaimed in this case.  That is to say, this person proudly announced they fetishized MLM relationships, and then proceeded to tell me my opinion was Bad and Wrong because I didn’t praise Himekawa for a scene that ultimately wasn’t WLW at all, even though I and a lot of other people liked to interpret it that way.  Do not give Himekawa credit for gay rep, ever.)

Again, I was going to reply to this person civilly...up until I read the Midzel/Fujoshi reply, which decimated me on impact. There’s a heckuva lot I could say in response to, well...everything else, but in the interest of making this post shorter, I’ll break it down into a bulleted list:

Link being raised in Ordon is not based on “one quote from the enclosed instruction book” - Ilia specifically states when she gets her memory back, “When we were young, you and I... You were always there... You were always beside me... Link.” (I already mentioned this in my original post, which they evidently neglected to read properly.) And this is to speak nothing of the familial bond between Link and all of the Ordonians that is fairly evident within the context of the game, i.e. Rusl trusting him to deliver a very important gift to the Royal Family, or all the children looking up to him as much as they do.

Saying “all official art depicts Link this way” in defense of his characterization in the manga being edgy (when his in-game persona is far-flung from that) is pretty shaky when you realize that the same can be said for Skyward Sword, which arguably has the most emotive and happy Link of any game. In all of SS Link’s official art, he is angry, mid-yell, or stone-faced.  That’s how character art works.  That’s how marketing works.  They wanted to market TP especially as a darker game, yes, in response to the critiques of The Wind Waker, but this is literally a man who smiles softly every time he picks up a dog or a cat. You can pet the goats.  You get excited about fishing.  If TP Link should be “edgy” because of his official art and no other reason, then SS Link should be, too.

it’s your own damn fault you felt nothing for Ilia, Ilia owns, suck it

MIDNA IS NOT A TSUNDERE, HOLY SHIT.  SHE’S NOT.  I WILL NEVER CONCEDE THIS. She doesn’t mistreat Link because she likes him, she mistreats him because he is nothing to her when they first meet, and this is a stance that slowly changes as they get to know each other!  She stops treating him like garbage when she stops seeing him as such, and her behavior throughout the game post-Zelda is a mixed bag of shame over how she treated him previously and a longing to make up for it.  How anyone can construe that as tsundere I will never, ever understand.

the Midzel comment is so wack I really can’t believe I had to read that shit with my own two eyes

no, Link likely isn’t from Ordon (again, already addressed in my original post, but again, I guess this person can’t read), but he was certainly raised there, see: the first bullet point

Lanayru never once mentions ANYTHING about misusing the power of the Master Sword, so that entire point is completely invalid.  I literally have no idea what they’re talking about here. Lanayru does have the famous line, “Those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it,” but that’s in reference to the Fused Shadows, not the Master Sword.  Which, you know, you would know if you actually knew the source material as well as you claim to, dude.

Lastly, yes, I did like the manga when I first read it, but as I already stated, that was because I blasted through all four (available at the time) volumes in one sitting, and it was immediately after my hyperfixation for this game resurfaced (about a week or so before I made this blog!).  I was Starved For Content, and the manga was Content.  Now I’m not Starved, and two more volumes have released since, and guess what!  People’s opinions can change!  And my opinion is that the manga isn’t for me, and this entire, extremely accusatory essay of yours in the replies of a post I made stating my own opinion was entirely uncalled for and rather intrusive.  So, yeah.  Blocked.

This has certainly been a trip.

#not going to tag this because i'm not Like That but hoo man #the midzel comment is still destroying me #'how dare you not fetishize their relationship? homophobe 😒' #drama tag #again: you're allowed to like the manga! #but trying to argue i'm wrong for not liking it is super shitty! #i might delete this post later but I REALLY needed to get this outta my system #i don't like starting shit which is why i just blocked them #but oh man... #text #myposts*

[thewatermelloncat]

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Summary: A Five sickfic I wrote inspired by @too-many-umbrellas post here and the notes from it, because people have amazing ideas and this story barely scratches the surface.

Author’s Note: I might do a whole story with all the siblings causing chaos like in the original post eventually. 

I also have a bonus story which I will post up later on tomorrow that I’ll link onto this one. (Edit: Linked up top)

Warnings: Swearing

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The weather report said it would be sunny – it lied. Thunder crashes outside as Five staggers back into the living room, the booming sound reflecting his frustration. He looks exhausted as he makes his way back to the couch where he had been seated a minute earlier.

“It’s really kicking your arse isn’t it?” Luther observes.

Five nods minutely, closing his eyes and sniffling miserably into his sleeve.

Taking pity on him Luther tosses him the box of tissues from the coffee table. Surprisingly Five manages to catch it before taking a few and blowing his nose as he sits back onto the couch.

“How far did you go this time?” Klaus asks from up on one of the barstools.

“Upstairs and round the corner a bit” Five tells him, sounding weak and raspy.

“Why didn’t you just jump back?”

“Gee, Klaus. I wish I thought of that” Five’s voice drips in sarcasm before he covers a few hollow coughs behind his fist, wincing slightly afterward.

“How’s your throat?” Five’s pained expression doesn’t pass Luther by.

His seemingly younger brother only shakes his head, both not answering and answering his question at the same time.

“How many times has it been today that you poofed off somewhere?” Klaus chuckles slightly as he spins on the chair, his feet lazily dragging behind him in the air.

“Lost count.”

“Well there was when you got sent to the kitchen. Oh-ho and the one where you teleported into Diego’s room just as he was about to leave for work. That was so funny, scared the living daylights outta him” – Klaus laughs, ticking them off on his fingers before Five cuts him off.

“Klaus, stop… It-it really doesn’t matter” Five sighs pulling the blanket from on the couch around his shoulders and tucking his legs up to his chest, resting his head on his knees. He knew his brother was only having fun but it wasn’t helping his headache any.

Klaus pauses his listing while his brother speaks but decides to scrap his list entirely seeing the pointed look Luther gives him. Pursing his lips, he swings his legs forward propelling himself off the chair then makes his way to sit next to Five.

“This has really got you down hasn’t it, old man?” Klaus teases him.

“I’m fine” Five’s voice already muted and now muffled by his knees, does him no favours in proving his point.

“No, wrong letter” Klaus says, wrapping an arm over his brother and pulling him into his side. “It’s said ‘Five’ not ‘fine.’”

Five immediately pulls out of Klaus’ grip, fixing him with a look which would have been a lot more threatening if he didn’t look like he was half asleep.

“Come on!” Klaus whines. “That was clever.”

Five only just has time to roll his eyes before his turns away into his elbow, “Kihh'tschh!!!” and in a flash of blue he’s gone.

Klaus blinks in bewilderment at the now lonely blanket in a heap on the couch before he immediately turns to Luther. “Bet he went” – his voice is cut off by Five’s unimpressed tone sounding from behind the wall near the doorway.

“Klaus if you’re placing bets, I swear” – Five’s raised voice cuts off, leaving them in silence for a few seconds. “Huh’Tschh!”

Suddenly there is a crackle of energy and a faint blue spark that casts rays of light on the doorframe.

“Fuck!” Five’s curse sounds muffled through the floor boards, having been teleported further away up to the third floor.

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The first few times Five had spontaneously teleported he’d come back looking annoyed, now as he re-enters the living room, he seems completely over it. If anything, he’s glad that neither of his siblings make a joke out of it. Sure, he might find it funny later but not now, exhausted from the long trek down various flights of stairs.

“Come here” Luther interrupts Five’s beeline for the couch, gesturing for him to come over to him.

Five bites back a huff of frustration but obliges, only because he can’t be bothered arguing. Slowly he comes to stand in front of Luther who reaches out a hand to place of his forehead.

None of them need anymore clarification to know that Luther’s hum of disapproval means that Five’s fever is going up. “You dizzy at all?” it wouldn’t surprise Luther if he was with all the teleporting he is doing.

Five shakes his head, one of the few things he is grateful for. “Just tired” he sighs as he sinks back into the couch next to Klaus, who wraps the blanket back over his shoulders.

“You hungry?” Luther asks. “Think we’ve still got leftovers in the fridge.”

Five shakes his head.

“Get some sleep then, yeah?”

Five’s hum of content as he goes to snuggle back into the couch quickly turns into a groan of frustration as he pushes himself back up, rubbing his hand against his nose. “Please God, no” he begs, closing his eyes tightly trying to will the itch away. He just got back for fuck’s sake. But there’s nothing he can do and his chest inhales involuntarily. “Ktt'schh!!” and in a poof of blue sparks he’s gone again.

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As the last of the blue sparks fade into nothing, the steady sound of footsteps echo from around the corner.

“Is Five here? I swear I just heard him” Allison says as she stops in the doorway to the room.

“Sneezed and poofed away” Klaus tells her.

“Where did he go?”

“Dunno” Klaus admits quietly, seeming confused that they haven’t heard Five cursing from somewhere by now.

Allison seems confused as well as she looks around the edge of the upper floors from the base of the staircase, “Five?”

At the lack of response to his sister’s calling, Luther pushes himself out of his chair and walks forward to join her. “Five!” his deeper voice carries further, echoing around the foyer.

“He can’t have gone far, can he?” Klaus asks worriedly, coming to join them.

“Doubt it” Luther shakes his head, “it is been draining him.”

“Do you think he could have passed out?” Allison’s question is answered nonverbally as they all share worried looks before splitting off in different directions.

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The raindrops Five blinks out of his eyes may as well be tears from the amount of resentment he currently feels. Except crying is a waste of time, and it would be pointless to cry over an ability he can’t change. So instead he draws in a deep breath beginning to trudge through the puddles on the footpath, already drenched by the rain.

He’d tried to jump back when he first landed but only succeed in turning the air around him blue, too weak to teleport again. He’d given up after his third try and surrendered to the cold walk home.

There aren’t many people around to judge why a boy is wondering around the street without an umbrella, only a few who run along sheltered by their coats above their heads, ducking under overhangs. He makes it to the next street down before he draws in a breath and ducks into his elbow, “hah’kshhhuu!”

He wishes that it could have teleported him back to the academy, but it only manages to fizzle out blue sparks like a battery dying.

His teeth chatter as he crosses his arms with a shiver, and he forces himself to think of something positive. At least he knows where he is and he’s not too far from the Academy. Still, he wishes his uniform had a hood or he had teleported with the blanket that had been wrapped around him, either way he would have had something to shelter him from the rain.

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Diego’s brow knits in confusion as he walks through the foyer seeing no one around. He’d left them all in the lounge before he left for work, and he’d thought they’d still be there. At least Five who was supposed to spend the day crashed on the couch.

Seeing nothing but a blanket he shrugs before heading for the stairs up to his room. Suddenly he turns around at the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, running up the stairs from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” he asks Allison as she looks around frantically.

“We lost Five?” she says, barely sparing him a glance as she moves back into the lounge to have another look around.

“What do you mean you lost him?”

“He sneezed and disappeared!” Klaus calls out from the railing of the second level.

“Have you tried his room?”

“He’s not there!” Luther’s voice echoes from a place where Diego can’t see him before he steps into view behind the railing on the third floor. “I hate to jump to conclusions, but you don’t think he” – he doesn’t need to finish his sentence to get his point across.

A few seconds of silence fall over the siblings as they contemplate whether accidental time travel is even on the cards for him.

Allison is the first person to shake her head. “I doubt it, he wouldn’t have enough energy” she speaks assuredly, but part of her doesn’t know whether it’s denial.

“Is there anywhere you haven’t checked?” Diego asks immediately, not feeling that it’s necessary to dwell on it.

Klaus’ sarcastic comment about how there are over 60 rooms to look around in dies in his throat at the sound of the front door handle turning.

“Oh my God, Five!” Allison all but squeaks as she rushes forward to her brother shutting the door behind him, drenched with rain.

As soon as she’s next to him her hands are all over him, brushing his hair out of his face, checking for fever on his cheeks, then pulling off his soaked blazer after noticing how violently he shivers.

“Where’d you go?” she asks as Klaus steps forward with the blanket in his hands, having raced down the stairs and into the lounge.

“Half a block down the street” Five stutters through shivers before his breath hitches and he raises a hand to his mouth in preparation for a sneeze.

Klaus, having almost touched the blanket to his brother’s shoulders, yelps and jumps back using the blanket as a shield, not wanting to touch him and be hurtled through time and space.

Allison having a completely different reaction, quickly reaches forward placing a hand on his shoulder, hoping that he won’t have the strength to teleport the both of them.

“Heh’tshh!” Five pivots slightly away from her and she feels static run up her arm.

Shaking it out she steps back from Five as he turns back to them.

“I can’t – uhm” he swallows seeming distracted with his eyes unfocused. “I can’t – Ah’Tchhhh - teleport, anymore” he finishes sniffling into his elbow.

Deeming that it is safe to come near him again, Klaus gives him the blanket and the tips of his cold, red fingers turn white as he grips onto it like a lifeline.

“Shower, go” Allison instructs, her voice demanding yet compassionate.

Five nods, and Allison keeps her eyes on him as he walks through the group of his siblings and up the stairs. “Not too hot, all right?”

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Five doesn’t mean to announce his presence back in the lounge by coughing loudly into his elbow, that’s what Klaus would do for attention, but completely against his own character. Either way it couldn’t be helped.

He tries his best to ignore his siblings’ looks of sympathy, particularly Luther’s, as he makes his way to the couch dressed in a pair of Allison’s trackpants and a hoodie. It’s weird to see a guy that big with a face that looks like a kicked puppy. Then again, it’s weird for anyone to see Five out of his standard uniform, let alone with his hands bunched up in the sleeves.

Fighting back the want to shiver, Five sinks into the couch and makes to lie down before Allison stops him.

“Hold up Five” she says, stepping closer to him with a thermometer in hand.

“Do I really have to?” he mumbles, not really seeing the point. He’s had a fever all day and doubts that it would have gone anywhere.

“I just want to check.”

“I just want to sleep.”

“And you can after this” Allison promises him.

“I’m fine” Five groans. “I’m just tired.”

“That would be a lot more convincing if you could speak clearer” Diego jabs at him over the stuffy quality of his voice.

“You’re one to talk” Five bites back, immediately realising his mistake even before Diego falls into silence. That was too mean, even for his standards. “I’m sorry Diego. I-I don’t mean that” he sniffles congestedly into his sleeve, adjusting his position on the couch out of awkwardness. “Just feel horrible.”

“You’re all right, bud” Diego murmurs affectionately, shaking off the last of his hurt expression.

Allison breaks the last of the tension waving the thermometer in the air. “I’m about to start making aeroplane noises.”

“You will not” Five staggers out a response, taking the thermometer out of her hand before she has a chance to shove it in his mouth for him.

As Five goes to slip the thermometer under his tongue Klaus takes his chance at making an aeroplane noise, but quickly cuts off when Five glares at him. Though he can only look so threatening with a pale face, pink nose and cheeks, and a stick of glass protruding from his lips. Still Klaus feels sorry for him and picks up the blanket from the couch and wraps it around him as a peace offering.

His peace offering seems to be overly effective as Five leans into him, resting his head on his shoulder. After taking a second to get over the shock of Five wanting physical contact, Klaus wraps his arm that had slightly flailed in the air around his brother’s shoulders.

Before anyone can make a comment about Five and Klaus showing affection to each other, the front door opens and footsteps head towards the lounge.

Even before they can see her, they hear Vanya’s voice starting to ramble something about one of her violin students, and stopping at the store. When she comes into view, she greets them and they respond in various ways. Klaus feeling Five move underneath his arm, raising a tired hand in a small wave.

“How’re you feeling, Five?” she asks him, her expression falling into sympathy that could rival Luther.

The question doesn’t really need to be answered given how Five has surrendered to physical contact in order to remain upright. He can’t really answer her either with a thermometer in his mouth. So, he tiredly blinks at her, figuring that she will understand.

“We’re not doing too great” Luther answers for him anyway.

“Had a little adventure out in the rain, didn’t we?” Klaus adds squeezing Five closer into his side, making him shift uncomfortably. Whether it was because of the increased contact or the fact that his siblings are speaking about him as if he is a child, Klaus doesn’t have the brains to question it.

“Ah-ha, the glitching” Vanya chuckles lightly as she turns around to place her violin case on the bar.

Diego hops up from his chair and goes over to help her unload the snacks and things that she got from the store, explaining the events in more detail.

At the same time Allison moves back in front of Five to collect the thermometer from him.

After handing it over to her Five releases a few coughs that he had been holding back into his elbow, leaning away from Klaus. In the midst of that activity he misses Allison reading out the verdict and he’s not interested enough to get her to repeat it. Figuring it can’t be too bad or she would have placed her hand back to his forehead or gone back to study the measurement again.

“You can go to sleep now Five” Allison withholds her promise, smiling sadly down at him.

He sighs deeply as he shifts against Klaus who moves so his brother can rest his head on his lap. As they get settled, Allison turns and walks toward the bar to wash the thermometer in the sink. With her back to them she hears Five sniffle slightly before sneezing softly causing Klaus to yelp dramatically.

“’m not going anywhere” she hears Five mumble to him tiredly.

“The blue flash says different!” he accuses.

“We’ll he didn’t go anywhere, did he?” Luther points out so Five doesn’t have to.

“If even if he could go somewhere, there’s no way he could take you with him” Allison tells Klaus as she reaches the sink and turns on the tap.

Her reasoning doesn’t seem to settle Klaus and she looks up from the running water to catch Vanya’s eye, shaking her head and rolling her eyes playfully.

Vanya returns the look, switching up the rolling eyes for a smile before she turns back to the group. “Five, I got some NyQuil from the store if you want any.”

“I don’t think we’ll need it” Klaus says, his voice much quieter than a few seconds ago. Adjusting the blanket over the shoulders of the boy who rests his head on his legs, already asleep.

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FFT: I Wrote Myself Back in the Narrative

AHHH. First of all, without YOU, bb.. This idea would’ve never really full on clicked like it has. So.. Thank you so so so much and ILY. Second. This is written first person, split between our mystery guy from part 1 and the female’s pov as they... continue to deal with things. I triiiied things here. 

It’s still angsty as hell, smh. It’s gonna be angsty as hell for a hot minute. Idek if I can promise that it’ll end on a good note. Because now there are two more parts to this. Thank you again, so so much because you heavily inspired me and without the input you gave, ugh. I would’ve fucked this up so bad.

Warnings: Angst. So much angst. Or my /attempt/ at angst. Maybe the next part will be happier, who knows. Are we ready to find out who this man in part 1 was? I have a feeling ya’ll are gonna murder me. OH OH... This whole part of everything takes place over the course of a few weeks in between each section. If that makes sense.

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A D A M

“You did the right thing, man. I told ya, you were rushing headfirst into something. You were sparing her, man. We both know where it was heading. Now I know you’ve been missin her lately, but you gotta stay the course… Trust me.” Matt’s voice broke through my thoughts and I forced myself to at least shrug my shoulders and pretend to be listening to him going on and on and on.

It’s nights like tonight I really wish the guy would shut the hell up sometimes. It’s like he thinks it’s his place to tell me exactly what to do. Or when I’m doin’ something and he thinks I ought to be doing it different.

“Matt, man.. C’mon, knock it off. He’s hurting right now.” That was Nick. Probably the only real voice of reason at the moment. I could feel him glare at Matty over my head and I didn’t bother looking up from the lukewarm beer sitting in front of me. Instead, I raised the glass to my lips and did my level best to ignore both. I told them I’d be fine coming out by myself tonight, whether I wanted them tagging along or not, here they were.

In my ear, like usual.

“I’m fine.” the words left my mouth in a harsh tone, the dull ache in my teeth makin me realize just how tight I was clenching my jaw right now. I rubbed my face and tried to get some relief as I looked around the bar.

Beside me on either side, they kept at it, almost as if I hadn’t said a word. Arguin over whether Matt was pushin too hard.

“Besides, man.. When I saw her last week, she looked totally fine.” Matt shrugged, smirking just a little. “In a little bit of a hurry, but she seemed like it didn’t bother her at all. I think she even said something about a date, I don’t know, man. But it’s like I said… You did the right thing. It wasn’t working, so you ended things before someone got hurt and things got real messy.” 

Every part of me tensed up when Matt said he’d seen her and my head snapped around as I looked at him, trying not to lose my temper. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me… Matt was entirely too adamant about me staying away.

And we all know how he is when he wants something. 

,, you’re the one who let her go. Did you think she’d just sit around waitin?” the thought came and man was I bitter about it. 

“You look mad, Adam.”

“Well I’m not thrilled right now, Matt.” the words came out before I could stop them. And when they did, I realized just how much the thought of Matt Jackson anywhere near her really bothered me. How much it had all along. Because he thinks I’m stupid but I knew every single time he flirted with her. I know he’s the one who told her about my last relationship and how messed up I was when it ended.

How my ex was the love of my life, to quote him. While true, I didn’t want or need him speaking for me and telling her that. I didn’t ask him to butt in.

,, you never do, to be honest.” 

My hand curled around the bottle sitting in front of me and I shotgunned it. If I didn’t so something, I was going to wind up havin it out with Matt Jackson once and for all. Not that it hasn’t been a long time comin.. Between him and Kenny, as of late, I’m startin to lose my damn mind.

I stay angry.

They’re supposed to be my best friends, damn it. I don’t wanna hate my best friends. I try not to. I do everything but bend over backwards to avoid rocking the boat. But Matt seein her and just throwing it up in conversation just now, with that fucking smirk. Like he’s trying to rub it in. I’m dangerously close to no longer caring.

I had to get outta there. Away from the two of them. I needed to be alone. I needed to think. To have time to hurt and feel like I was free to do it. 

“Where are you going, huh? We’ve got food coming, man. C’mon. Stay out with us. You can’t keep going to your room and hiding.” Nick was trying desperately to keep the peace but honestly, I didn’t want to. I snatched up the remainder of the six pack I bought from the bartender earlier in the night, slammed badly wadded money down on the counter and I stood, shoving the stool back beneath the bar.

Nick caught up to me outside the bar, reaching out for my arm, trying to stop me, but I shoved his hand off. 

“Can’t either of ya take a damn hint? I don’t wanna talk about how I did the right thing. I don’t wanna hear about Matt runnin into her. I just wanna go five goddamn minutes without feelin, okay? Can either of ya just let me have that?”

Nick flinched and I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Nick’s done nothin to me. Not like his brother and Kenny, always in my ear, always tryin to make me fall back in line and ignore my own gut. Or my own desires.

“Sorry, Nick. Look. I appreciate what you’re tryin to do but I ain’t exactly in the mood tonight, man. And I might not be in the mood for a while. And ya’ll have to be okay with that. Stop trying to make me snap out of it.”

“This is because Matt pulled that shit in there, right? I’ll talk to him later. Just take your time, man.” Nick managed a smile and I nodded, agreeing.

After he went back inside the bar to finish whatever food they ordered while watching the tail end of the game they’d dragged me out to watch with them tonight, I called an Uber and as I waited, I found myself doing it yet again.

Hovering over ❤ in my contacts, I was torn between finally doing it, finally deleting the last trace of her I had, from my life and just hitting call, just to see if she’d answer. Frustration made me shove the phone back into the pocket of my jeans without doing either and I went back to leaning up against the wall of the sports bar as I finished the open beer in my hand. I took the last sip, feeling the warmth slide down my throat and settle in my stomach, grimacing at the hangover already in progress. The Uber I’d called for pulled to a stop beside me and I got in, giving directions to the hotel and going silent after.

All the way across town and back to the hotel, I couldn’t stop thinking about that last night I saw her. Or the way it hurt like hell when Matt told me she seemed fine. 

,, do you really want it to hurt her, though?”

I didn’t, but I couldn’t deny that maybe a part of me wanted her to miss me just a little. To hear Matt tell it, she’s fine and dandy. And this lead me to circle right back to how calmly she handled the whole thing that night.

And those doubts crept right back in again.

Maybe the guys were right. Maybe I did the right thing.

,, and Matt having a thing for flirting with her when you were together, right under your nose at that, that has absolutely nothing to do with why he thought it was a good idea.” 

All I could honestly do was just sit in the backseat of the Uber and knock ‘em back, one behind the other. Anything else is out of the question right now. I am not goin’ down this road while I’m drunk and missin her.

If I did go down any road as far as all this is concerned, I wanna be one hundred percent sure I feel what I feel. I need to think. I need time outta the situation, without people in my ear.

This is something I have to do on my own.

VERONICA

Like most other nights, I tossed and turned on the king sized bed before finally calling it and getting up, grumbling to myself as I made my way down the hallway and into my kitchen. I started myself a pot of coffee and as I did that, I found myself scrolling Instagram.

Naturally, I found myself doing it, even though I unfollowed him on literally everything after things ended between us because it just hurt too damn much.

It’s been almost 5 months now and it still hurts. The pain still cuts like a knife when I actually give myself a little time to let it linger.

Kind of why I’ve thrown myself into work. I even made a Tinder profile, even though I’m absolutely loathe to use the damn thing.

Before I realized what I’d done, I’d typed his instagram handle into the search bar and I found myself scrolling his timeline while I sipped a steamy mug of coffee. “At least he looks okay.” I muttered to myself, shattering the heavy silence around me.

Despite myself, I wound up spending entirely too much time watching one of his random post match videos. Fingertip against the screen. It hurt so goddamn much and yet, it had to happen because all I could think about was how much he loved someone else and just kind of… settled for me.

Running into his friend Matt earlier this week hadn’t helped all this recent re-stirring. Because even now, actively not trying to think back and hurt and miss Adam knowing what happened between us was for the best… I kept going back to Matt reassuring me that Adam was perfectly fine and that he hadn’t been bothered by breaking up with me at all. And I kept getting more and more bitter over it.

When I felt a tear trek down my cheek, I tossed the phone onto the counter and scowled at my reflection in the microwave. 

I told myself I was not settling for being silver. I wanna be someone’s gold.

,, but he made it so fucking easy to fall hard and fast. Get so wrapped up in him that for a little while, you didn’t think about that.” I blatantly shoved the thought down as soon as it crossed my mind and with a sigh, I sat the cup of coffee in the sink half drank.

I’ve got work. Other things to focus on. And I’m trying to look at the bright side here. One day, I’ll be someone’s gold.

VERONICA

→ You know you’re coming out with us tonight, right girl?

I got the text at 4:30, just as I walked out of the building I work in and stopped to dig around in my purse for my car keys. Once I read it, I laughed to myself and managed a smile. Normally, I’d have begged off. It’s what I’ve been doing a lot since things ended between Adam and I.

But I remembered what Matt told me two weeks ago when I bumped into him. Adam hasn’t wasted a single second caught up in what might have been. Why should I?

← Sure. 8, right? The usual spot?

→ Holy shit, is this a Christmas miracle coming early? You’re finally going to take a break from being Little Ms. Moneymaker?

I laughed to myself and opened the door to my car, getting in. As soon as I had, I dialed Marti’s  number.

“Little Ms. Moneymaker, my ass. I’d like to see one shred of this money you think I’m making.” I responded to her last text seconds before, she hadn’t even said hello yet.

Marti laughed.

I turned into traffic, promptly getting stuck at a long red. “Fuck me alive.. It had to be the longest light in town.” I grumbled to myself, listening to Marti telling me about a soccer player she met at our usual bar a few weeks ago and how he’s supposed to be back from the road tonight and meeting her.

“Oh? Well, guess who made a Tinder and hasn’t bothered looking at it since.”

“You.. Wait…” Marti was laughing, I know she didn’t believe me, “You made a Tinder.”

“Yes.” I almost wanted to laugh at myself, shaking my head as I admitted it. 

“Well? Have you met anybody?” she grilled.

“I made the profile and haven’t bothered looking at it since.” I admitted sheepishly, foot on the gas as the light changed from red to green. 

“That’s it. Tonight, so help me. You’re swiping right on at least one guy.”

“Teenie..”

“Don’t Teenie me. This is happening. Not to mention, I have to see if you actually made your profile worth looking at twice. Especially if you want hookups. And trust me girl, you need a hookup.”

“Like I need a goddamn hole in my head.” I snorted in laughter as I pulled my car to a stop at the curb in front of my house. “But fine.. Since you insist. You can look over my Tinder profile and see if it looks like I’m worth risking a swipe on.”

“You are, don’t say that. You just… try to hide the real you under all that boring shit.”

I bit my lip as I let her words sink in.

Maybe she had a point. I hadn’t truly let Adam in until I thought it was safe to do so and look how that one turned out. I sighed quietly, nodding to myself as I shut the door to my car with my hip. “Okay. Hint taken. But maybe I need to change all that.”

“So maybe you’ll pull the stick out of your ass tonight and have just a little fun? You know I hate seeing you hurting like this.”

“It doesn’t hurt. It was for the best… That whole thing ended.”

As much as I hate admitting it, given what Matt told me when we ran into each other, things ending with Adam and I had to be the right choice.

,, but what if you’re totally wrong?”

ADAM

I’m not even sure what possessed me to look her up when we got a little break between shows and the road. I don’t know what the hell I thought it’d accomplish, casually bumpin into her again, other than ripping the band-aid off a healing wound.

But here I was. Standing in the parking lot of her office building. Hidden out of sight, of course. Not that I was going to stay hidden. No, I’d come all this way to do exactly one thing… To fix the mess I now know full well I made that night.

I’ve had time out of it all and I realized one thing.

Somewhere in everything, I really had fallen for her. Hard.

I just had to hope it wasn’t too late. But prepare myself because lately, my luck’s been absolute shit.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched her walking out. I bit my lip, eyes roaming slowly, just taking her in. Because I hadn’t done that nearly enough when she was mine. I was an idiot.

Seeing her again felt like a suckerpunch to the stomach. The wind got knocked right out of me. I stood there, trying to will myself to step out. To say or do anything. Even if it was simple as a hey.

She walked right past me, towards her Camaro a few rows back and she leaned against the Camaro, laughing and talking. I had to get closer but at the same time, I knew that all I was doing was torturing myself, especially if I came all this way and said nothing.

I watched her smile light up the world around me as a car pulled to a stop next to her car. The guy got out and she smiled even brighter, her cheeks tinting pink, her eyes lighting up, the streetlight above bathing her in a cool white glow as the sun sank lower.

The guy didn’t strike me as her type. Dark haired, wearin a suit. He held out a bouquet of roses and my stomach sank to the ground. I raised a hand, tugging at my hair as it hit me.

Everything I realized recently was too little, too late.

I turned and started to walk away, I think I wandered about two blocks before I stopped at a little bar and went in, ordering myself a few rounds. Almost the instant my ass met stool, my cell phone was buzzing in my pocket. I rolled my eyes when I realized that it was Kenny calling.

Kenny who suggested I come here. Seeing her might prove things one way or another. I shouldn’t have fucking listened to him, but naturally.. He insisted, so I finally gave in to get him off my ass.

“Well?”

“I think it’s really over, man. I saw her, alright. And she’s happy. Too happy to do what I came to do.”

“So you’re good now. You can let this go. You can stop all this pushing you’ve been doing lately?”

“Oh, I’m not stoppin that. We all know I deserve a shot. I just know better than to mess up her happiness. I love her too much for that.”

“Damn it, Adam, we’ve all went over this with you. Your time is coming. Just not right now. Besides, “ Kenny paused, taking a few deep breaths. I could feel his annoyance over the conversation through the phone.

That’s not a surprise. Lately, I’ve started to see that unless it’s about them? They’re not interested. And maybe I’m tired of letting everybody else dictate what direction I take. Hell, that’s the whole reason I ended things with her to begin with. 

I let my insecurities get in the way. Kept thinking one day she’d leave too.

Now I just want her back.

So if I can’t have her back? I’m at least going to do something about everything else I want that stays just outside my grasp.

“Besides what, huh?” I snapped, chewing on a toothpick I’d taken from the little dispenser full sitting in front of me, scowling at the phone in my hands.

“You’re not in your best form right now, buddy and you haven’t been in weeks.”

I hung up before he could say anything else.

And as I sat there, nursing round after round, I found myself doing it for the millionth time… Going to her instagram and going through every single thing she’s posted. Hovering over her name in my contacts list and nearly calling five, six, almost seven times before I finally sighed and made myself delete her number.

I really fucked it up this time.

And honestly? Knowing that hurts more than the end ever did in the first place...

#kyleoreillysknee

[destinywillowleaf]

SWN-002 Wing Man

“That's the power of love!”

Wingman was created by Dr. Wily in an attempt to beat Mega Man in a field outside of battle by harnessing the power of love. Wing Man has flight capability and wields a piercing arrow called his "Cupid Crossbow". Being designed to defeat Mega Man through love, Wing Man has a large board dedicated to unravelling his love life. Similar boards exist for Proto Man and Bass, forming the "Tiny Trio". He'd call them the Big Three, but they're short.

Wing Man likes cheesy romcoms and dislikes Proto Man (for being hard to read). His strong point is his dedication to his task, though he can become blinded by the task at hand and not remember the other couples he's trying to get together.

This took longer than I expected to actually write and get out to share.

With this year’s Valentine’s contest over(courtesy of rockmiyabideusexmachina), I can finally talk about this boy! He was so much fun to make and I’m definitely gonna be using him more in the future. I’ve got a lot of thoughts on him, the stages of his design, and a lot of pictures, so it’s gonna be under the cut.

Now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into the process of Wing!

...I thought we were talking about Wing Man, who’s this?

Meet “Playboy Bunny”, this duality of a Maverick and the first draft of a character for this contest. Usually she’s the sweet Playboy Bunny, a majorly human-like Reploid acting as a performer. However, once you’ve provoked her, she throws off the sweet guise and becomes Magnet Hare, the quick and fast-attacking Maverick with attractive properties. 

To be honest, I’m half wondering if I would’ve done better if I had done more with her design and actually gone with her instead. The main reason I didn’t go with her in the end was cause I thought someone else was gonna go with it and then there would’ve been repeats.

I might come back and do more doodles of her someday, refining her design to be less human with bunny accessories and more rabbit/bunny with human-like proportions. 

The very first drawings of Wing Man. The only thing I really had down at this point were the general heart-shapes, his name, and his weapon’s name. The one on the left was the first draft, and the right one was a case of “should he actually have wings or nah?”. The name actually came to me when I was sitting in class and I think that’s part of the reason I got attached. The pun name is probably the biggest holdover from Bunny, though another element did come by later…

This is where the magic happened. The front-facing sketch was the first real attempt and trying to figure out what I wanted from him. I knew that he should have a general heart-shape for his chest armor, and maybe his helmet could follow the same idea with one in the center. It took a bit to look through the other Robot Master helmet designs, but I feel like Wing’s looks like it could fit with everyone else’s. At one point I was considering giving him a heart braid kinda like Tundra’s, but I wound up scrapping it. I think it was because I was sick of braids after doing so many for Nahyuta…

Then some arrows! I couldn’t decide whether to have actual arrows or energy arrows, but I feel like the energy arrows make it look more unique. And the first appearance of the bowtie! I didn’t even know if I was gonna give him one at first but once I made the doodle I knew it was gonna stay. Bunny has a bow, too, but hers was just a regular ribbon one. 

The collapsible crossbow was something I knew I wanted from the start, because Wing’s not a huge fighter. He will fight to achieve his goals, and sometimes it’s more necessary than at other times, but it’s easier to have it folded outta the way. The “string” of the crossbow forms when it is expanded out, and then he can start firing his weapon.

Also, his boot. Simple enough design. Not much to be said. Same goes for the side profile, I was just trying to get a better feel for his design.

I was debating for a while about whether or not to actually give Wing Man wings. On the one hand, it’d help for the joke of him being a wingman and a wing(ed) man, but on the other hand I don’t like drawing wings because I still don’t really understand them all too well.

The bottom center image was a pretty defining part of making Wing, to be honest. It’s probably one of my favorite drawings/doodles of him just because of the causal nature of suggesting a relationship with someone(and it’s up to you to decide who it is) and Rock’s immediate reaction of fear/concern. I don’t screw around with expressions enough anymore…

I don’t have any versions of this page without color on it, but that’s because this was a color testing page. I wanted to test out my physical colors first before spending too much time digitally experimenting, and I had two main ideas: either red-pen red in varying pressures or coral Sharpie highlighter. By the final design, you can tell which one I went with. I wanted to compare them side-by-side, and the half-and-half wasn’t really cutting it for me. I did a second comparison on the other page(which is gonna be further down this post).

I was trying to get a better grasp on the wings, too, since I eventually decided just to go for it and make it more of a pun.I couldn’t decide if I wanted the wings like on top of the jetpacks or off to the sides, but I went with on top of the jets in the end. The off to the side wings were taken from how Tengu Man’s “wings” are positioned. As for the wings themselves… I was honestly mostly taking reference from Pit’s emotion portraits from Kid Icarus Uprising. I had the image with all of his different emotions and it wasn’t like Wily would be going for complete accuracy how big wings would need to be since, y’know, jetpack.

The color scheme of the wings also changed over time, and I think probably for the better. Layering the colors instead of just making a weird gradient overtop looks nicer(even if those colors could probably use some refinement all things considered). I was also deciding on the weapon “type” for the crossbow, since Megaman’s weapon get picture is on this page. Piercer seemed like it would fit the best, going through multiple enemies in a straight shot.

Designing the ability get was actually pretty simple, which I’m glad about. I wanted to go more off of the Megaman 11 style of weapon get, altering the helmet, arm, and color only, and I wanted to stick to that. I also wanted to keep two of Wing’s more defining elements - his bow and wings - on the ability get, so I moved them from Wing’s torso to Rock’s helmet.

Alongside the ability get, an unfinished battle scene. Nothing too special here.

I tried the color testing thing again, and it was here, I believe, that I first settled on the idea of “hey what if he looked like he was wearing a suit or something” and colored it accordingly. The color on the feet honestly sold me on the left one, because the cherry-red was beautiful and it was just red pen under the highlighter. I was happy with the pieces I had and started to put it all together into the final product…

Every Robot Master needs a pose for their artwork, and Wing was gonna be no different. I could’ve gone for something more dramatic, I know, but I was really really happy how the posing turned out for the one on the left. The smaller one on the right was more for fun and was messing around with some line thickness. There’s also less feathers because I was kinda lazy.

The main reason I have him sitting is because I think his boss entrance, were he to be fought in a typical arena, would have him pulling a Meta Knight and coming down from a high ledge to attack. Saying his pre-battle line, sliding/jumping down from on-high, and with a flourish, the battle begins.

Also I just wanted to draw my boy looking cute. Sue me.

The physical version of Wing sitting(on the left) is what I had initially been going for in color scheme, with a lot less coral-ish colors in the mix. Trying to recreate those colors, however, was a problem, so for all intents and purposes this is what I hold as why he's really supposed to look like. But with a complete physical form, what's next?

...hoo boy.

Trying to make the leap from physical to digital was a pain. I realized after I had essentially finalized the physical sketch of Wing posing that the helmet and face kind of made no sense. I spent a while trying to make it right and nothing worked how I wanted it to so I eventually just moved on from that. 

One thing to know is that I basically only work in MS Paint. I don’t have any other digital drawing software on my computer and the tablet available to me doesn’t respond to styluses as far as I can gather. So taking the widely-varying-in-color picture and making it not like that was something I had to remember how to do because otherwise I was gonna suffer the consequences. I knew it had to do with outlines but apparently Paint didn’t want to accept my drawn outlines and would only take ones made in the software. And jpgs were pixel-y, which I forgot since the last time I was extensively using the software.

Once I had my system back, I made the silhouette and digitalized “I’m just sayin” as a practice round of sorts. But with the simple pieces out of the way… the time came for making the whole reference sheet. The pose, the front and side views, the shipping board to serve as a back view, the wings, the Weapon Get, the weapon, and the little character-defining details.

Save states fill most of this folder for a reason. Working with what I had and going over and through everything to make sure I had all the pieces ready, making saves before the background deletion so I would just have outlines, and just hoping that this was all gonna be worth the work.

One of the more… challenging, I guess, parts of the design process for Wing: trying to give him a unique silhouette. Including the wings was, in part, because of this. Most, if not every Robot Master has a unique silhouette that you can look at and say “Oh that’s [name here]” or at least be able to tell them apart. Whether it’s fire, a boomerang, a snake tail, a lightbulb, a weird body shape, or their arms, there’s something to set each one apart. And I wanted Wing to have that same feeling, so if you were to see a blacked-out version of him you could still tell that it was Wing and not someone else.

Without the wings, he’d probably resemble a downgraded Quick Man - which makes sense, considering I was using Quick’s body shape as a base for Wing’s for a more subtle top of a heart. But I didn’t want Wing just to look like Worse Quick Man, so the wings had to stay. The crossbow helps in that regard too, but the wings really set him apart.

This is what I’m talking about. He looks like a generic character without the wings.

Trying to keep Wing in the same vein of design as other Robot Masters was also, I guess, the reason I used the colors I did. Robot Masters typically don’t have too many colors, and didn’t want Wing to be a colorful mess. Maybe I could’ve had another more striking color in his design, but I’m happy with the colors I have. Reds and pinks and white with a skin tone taken from the physical doodles that I tried to have be a brownish-cherry if that makes any sense. Like it was supposed to still be in the red(kinda orange) family of colors but still be distinct enough as a skin tone. I didn’t want to have too many variations on colors, but I do think I could’ve done better on some of the distributions(and holding onto the idea of “stop using so many colors”).

Like I said, I consider the physical drawing to be the true colors of Wing, and the digital can’t quite capture the physical.

...Okay, I think that’s everything I wanted to say. If you actually read through this entire monstrosity of a post, thank you. I do have a full colored version of the "I'm just sayin'" that'll go up eventually because it was fun.

#willowtalks #willowarts #wing man #rockmiyabideusexmachina #Valentine's day 2020 robot master design contest #mobile is a pain #even though i don't like drawing wings i love my boy #i should work on my other projects #like Golden Days #or school stuff #if someone draws him ill cry #i should draw my characters moreeee #finally went back and edited the images to be in the right spots ^^; #mostly because i wanted to draw him again #still don't like drawing wings

[akahana21]

I played the elevator game again

I’ve decided to post about the elevator game on reddit again. Why not? There are lots of plotholes, I only made this because I was in a state of ‘overthinking’ so I tried to occupy myself into writing. Anddd I felt a sense of relief when I finished writing it. 

Hello, Reddit. Yes, you read it right. I played the elevator game again. This time, it HAPPENED. My first post is about playing this game yet I failed. It's already 2019. June 12th. I'm in the mood to be real "independent". I've lost the people that I thought were my friends and the person who said he'll never get tired of me, they're all gone. To hell with that!

Before attempting to play this game again, I looked for several blogs and websites which contained the steps. Maybe there's a whole different "setup" for the individual to enter the other world. I failed playing it the first time, and I admit that I gave up. But that was months ago! Here I am. No entity nor human being could ever interfere with the ritual being successful again.

Anyway, I never found a website or blog that gives different steps. I'll be using the steps that I've memorized many months ago. My brain has saved it for future use. LMAO. You see, it's our summer vacation, I'm busy with my summer job in the hotel, that 5-star-hotel after the failed attempt. Seems weird, but there are only a few people checked in here. People are supposed to be enjoying their stay on a hotel while it's summer and today's a holiday. I swear, there are only a few people here, some of the staffs went out to eat since it's lunch break. This is the perfect timing to play the elevator game. There are only a few people here, which means that I can be alone, no one will be interrupting the ritual and no one will get on inside and mess up the process for about 50%. LOL, who am I kidding? It's always crowded here, real crowded. When I went here to play the ritual for the first time, the hotel was full of people. And as far as I can remember, these people were giving me weird looks and all. To be honest, the seats in the hotel's restaurant are mostly vacant, every seat anywhere are vacant, the rooms are vacant. Is the universe telling me something? Does this mean that this is now the time to do the ritual, to play the elevator game? Let's see.

I still know the steps. I know how I can go back if I get off the elevator on the 10th floor and if I didn't get off. Wearing the hotel staff uniform, I used the stairs to go down from the 2nd floor. Good thing, this uniform has multiple pockets. Inside my left pocket is my cellphone, despite the fact that I have no plans in using it in another world because it is said that electronic devices won't work, in my right pocket is my wooden rosary (I always bring my rosary everywhere since I'm a religious person. Wait, what? A religious person playing a ritual? Are you insane, self?) Maybe I really am though. I was told by my family that I needed to go on a mental health expert to "check" my sanity. Multitude of thoughts came over me. I have decided. I'll do the ritual, no more second thoughts anymore. Life's been miserable, people hating me, and I'll make it worse.

I headed inside the first floor's elevator beside or most likely near the restaurant door. The restaurant door's huge enough to recognize and I wouldn't have a hard time later on. This elevator is the one from the right side and the very last one, the end, with no elevator on its right side but four elevators on its left side, you know what I'm saying? I'm having difficulties explaining this one, you see. English is not my first language, as what I've mentioned earlier with my first post here (which was deleted, think I'm going to edit it and repost). Also at the tenth floor, it's also beside a huge glass door. So I'm confident enough that I won't be entering the wrong elevator later.

Lunch break is one hour, I wonder if how many hours I'm going to spend in another world, and hope I won't get into trouble once I'm back here. Still wearing the vibrant red hotel staff uniform with multiple pockets (and these pockets have my cellphone, rosary, inhaler, handkerchief, pocket-sized notebook, and ballpen), I pressed the button for the fourth floor and focused. I pressed the second, sixth, second again, and tenth floors respectively. The atmosphere is getting heavy or is it just me?

Getting ready to get killed or whatnot, I pressed the button for the fifth floor. Luckily, the elevator's not reflective, so I can just stare at the buttons and at my left side (the buttons are in the left side). Finally, the elevator has arrived at the fifth floor. I heard the door open and footsteps coming near me, coming inside the elevator with me. Is this the woman? She's not uttering anything, she must stay that way until I become successful with the ritual. She might make me nervous and unfocused and I don't want that. I never even looked at her. Never knew how she looked like. And I wouldn't dare to look at her. I forgot telling this, but the atmosphere started getting heavy when I have arrived at the second floor at the second time, someone's calling me, I didn't answer in any way and ignored it. Who could it be? Is lunch break over? No, just my head messing with me or the ritual, maybe. I'm in the middle of the ritual. I must stay focused.

"Goodbye, world." I told myself but I didn't really speak that, okay? I never spoke. I'm quiet. Just my mind telling goodbye, you may never know if I return safe and mentally unstable. I pressed the first floor's button and said a quick prayer inside my head. I felt the elevator ascending to the tenth floor instead the first floor. The real journey begins. The elevator arrived at the tenth floor and the door opened. I don't want to be the stubborn traveller who peeks at the woman for a second to see if she's really there. Because she is.

As I begin to move my feet towards the door to get outside, the woman spoke which caused a mini-heart-attack. What a nightmare.

"Where are you going?" Her voice is so sweet but I won't respond. Never. She sounded like a nice person and I would want to be friends with her since I don't have a single friend anymore and I would like to sing with her...I want to hear her voice some more. But then I remembered- she's not a person.

"Is there anything wrong?" She asked again, her voice full of curiosity.

As I took one step again, "I said, where are you going? You're not answering me. How rude." And now her sweet voice sounded sad and made me look like evil. She's the evil one!

I have to get out quickly, she may shriek later as I cross the door. I hate anyone shrieking, I become violent when I hear those sounds. I'm afraid I won't make it. And so I stepped faster and got outside the elevator. As expected, she shrieked as fuck. I wanted to punch that bitch so much to shut her up. But I can't and shouldn't.

It's dark outta here, the lights are off, but atleast I can still see because of the red light passing through the windows. I checked my cellphone, it's working! Why the heck is it working? Do I have to take a picture of my surroundings or maybe take a selfie? No. I can cry out of...happiness? I'm finally alone. But something's wrong, I can tell you something's wrong. I feel kind of tipsy, but I never drank liquor before the ritual. So scratch that. I have to make sure to keep my wits about before and during the ritual. I swear, there's something wrong.

I walked near a wall, this still looks like the tenth floor of the hotel I'm working at. I know the hotel all too well, and I'll never lose my way. While touching the wall for support, I just walked until I reach the gigantic windows showing the crimson red sky without clouds, without the sun, there's emptiness in the sky except the even crimson red color. From a distance, I can see a cross-like structure standing all alone. At this point on, I am confirmed very dizzy. I immediately got seated on the floor out of dizziness, staying vigilant. I feel like I'm losing some oxygen to breathe, and I started coughing and gasping for air. I'm sure I brought an inhaler with me, I touched my pockets one by one to feel the inhaler. And there, I found it and of course, used it. Now I don't feel dizzy anymore and not even gasping for air. I recommend to bring an inhaler or two if you're that fearless enough to play the elevator game. Approved and recommended! Works for me, but if it doesn't work, for you then, I'm sorry.

Once I feel better, I again walked towards the windows, now touching it. I tried to glance what's down there, like a soil or whatever I can walk on to discover what's more with this world that other travelers didn't see. I want to be the first one to see and reveal what we can do in this world.

I want to go outside the hotel. But I don't want to use an elevator to go down. No elevators for now. I went to the nearby staircase and walked down the stairs, patient enough to go down the first floor. Unfortunately, as I approached the next stairs to the fifth floor, it was barricaded, I think? Sort of someone or something put a gigantic wall on purpose or whatever. To stop me from going down the stairs. To stop me from knowing what's down there that we haven't yet discovered.

As a sign of defeat, I walked up the stairs again to the tenth floor. As I reach the ninth floor , I feel dizzy again. I've stayed too long in this world. People aren't meant to live in this "netherworld". Now I have to believe that "no man is an island". We can't always be alone. Especially in a world where there's only you who exist. We cannot live alone. I guess I've learned a lesson.

Still dizzy and a headache is starting, I hurriedly ran up the stairs. It's like running for my life, as if a horse is chasing me. I successfully reached the tenth floor, gasping for air again, walked to the elevator cautiously where I got off. I feel alive. Take note, I carefully went inside the elevator, only looking at the floor, afraid to look at the woman, fearing that I might disobey the rules.

With a sigh of relief, I clicked the button for the second floor. For short, I repeated the ritual. Now here it goes. As the elevator is ascending again to the tenth floor, I calmly pressed another floor's button lower than ten. Que horror, the elevator's still ascending. Fast. I began shaking. I pressed and pressed the first floor's button and hoped it'll work. I went past the eighth floor, before the elevator to step and reach the tenth floor, it began descending down the first floor. I'm still shaking. I looked at my rosary bracelet that I'm wearing and got the wooden rosary from my pocket and started praying. Prayers can do wonders...if you could only have faith.

The elevator stopped at the second floor. The door opened. I didn't get out. I looked at my surroundings. Looks normal and home-y. But then, the elevator's door closed on its own and went down the first floor. The door of course did open again. I observed everything outside. Once I realized that everything's where they were supposed to be, I went outside without looking back and without breaking the rules. I'm home.

It was still lunch break when I got back. As usual, I worked like nothing happened. But deep inside, there are things that troubled me. Especially this one. Why did it open at the second floor? I haven't read it somewhere. Everything's normal. Everything's alright. While working, a co-worker called me and said that I have a visitor. I went to the office and waited. I heard the door opened, someone hugged me from the back. Look who it is.

"Baby, I'm very sorry. I brought you a pizza."

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Roommates, Routines and Best Friends

A/N: so hi im back I love y’all I’m so sorry for making you guys wait so long :( my Tumblr is just outta whack. Posts have been deleted and I don’t even know HOW OR WHEN IT HAPPENED IM SO SAD!! But remember… I have a new main acc @clintbarnz . Also, I have a new series there comin’ soon. CHECK IT OUT

Summary: (AU) being roommates with the infamous womanizer Bucky Barnes is tough, especially when all he does is bring home different girls every night and complain about you and your choice of men. masterlist

Words: 2990

Warnings: this looks really crappy :) there might be typos :)))

Roommates, Routines and Best Friends - Epilogue

You mentally cursed yourself the second the sun began to brighten your room. Why the hell did you go to sleep so late? Sighing, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed and rubbed your eyes. The shirt you were wearing was the most comfortable thing on earth, next to your king sized bed of course. Yawning, you stood up and stretched. The white button-down shirt crept up on your thighs, exposing your freshly shaven legs.

Your bare feet made soft patters when you walked across the floor and into your kitchen. The new apartment that was now under your name- and someone else’s too- was beyond perfect. You had always dreamt of owning a loft-style apartment. Yeah, the rent was pretty up there but your new, well-deserved position at your new dream job provided the perfect income. Plus, the rent wasn’t paid by you but if needed- you had the money. You still didn’t know why, since you were extremely old-fashioned and believed in combining incomes with your partner, but he was also a gentleman. Yeah, you combined your money with his but it’s not like he ever took the card and started adding charges left and right. No. He never did that- not without you at least.

There was something about the smell of fresh coffee brewing on an early Saturday morning that just made your insides melt and freeze into a beating heart. And the smell of bacon. God, the smell of crisp bacon sizzling in a pan on the stove hit right at home. And then there was the view of him standing there, with those annoyingly stupid grey sweats hanging low on his waist, sneaking bites of bacon- very nonchalant.

You stood against the counter and tried to be as quiet as possible. You rest your elbows on the countertop and softly held your chin up. The sounds of him humming some very old song made you smile. This is exactly what made your stressful week disappear behind you. It was just you and him. And occasionally some friends, but mostly you and him. And this is what made you happy.

You continue watching him cook breakfast for the two of you, poking at the bacon and placing it on a plate covered with napkins. You raise your eyebrows at that. Just last week, he was complaining about how greasy the bacon left his fingers until you told him to place it on a napkin. He was extremely awestricken. You swore right there that that was why you fell in love with him.

Tiptoeing your way over to him, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his shoulder. You smile against his bearskin as you immediately felt his warm, big hands rest on top of yours. You rest your chin on his shoulder and feel him lean into you. “‘Morning, sleepy head,” he teases. The sound of his voice carries into your chest.

“It smells so good in here,” you say after you playfully rolled your eyes. He grabs your hands and turns himself around, placing your hands on his shoulders. You smile lovingly, feeling his arms rest around your waist made your whole world spin. And when he looked at you like that, like you were the only girl he’s ever laid eyes on. You were his. For certain. He clenches his jaw and smiles, moving his hands up to the sides of your face. His thumbs caress your cheek. His hands were so warm. They were always so warm. You look at the man that’s been by your side for more than two years now. The man that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, which you were pretty sure that would happen.

His thumb runs across your lips and he pulls you closer, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. The way he always does when he sees you. “You’re so beautiful,” his raspy voice barely above a whisper. You shake your head and lean into his chest. You grip around his neck tightens as you pull him into your embrace. The sound of his chuckle echoes in your ears as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“You’re crazy,” you mumble against his skin. “For you,” he says, not even a second later. You snort and break out into a fit of laughter. It was early, and he always did that. He would say something super cheesy, knowing damn well you would laugh at anything when you’re half awake.

You push yourself away from him and walk over to the plate of bacon. “So,” he begins as you bite into the crispiness and look up at him, “I just got off the phone,” you turn around and watch him place his arms on the counter behind you, trapping you in, “and we got invited.”

Raising your eyebrows, “invited where…,” you motion for him to go on with the bacon in your hand.

“Invited to an engagement party.” You raise your eyebrows more, your eyes wide open. You quickly chew the bacon in your mouth and swallow.

“Oh my gosh, what? When? Whose,” you shout over excitedly. He chuckles and looks at you. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t say anything either. You furrow your brows and stand up straight, his height towering you. He tugs at the shirt you were wearing- his shirt.

“(Y/n), doll, I um- I’ve.. well I just got off the phone with Steve. And-,”

“Steve and Peggy are engaged,” you interrupt. He hums and looks up, shaking his head, trying to put his words together.

“Lemme talk, doll,” you nod and wrap your right arm around his waist while you let him take a bite of your bacon with your left hand. He swallows the piece you shared and clears his throat. “I was talkin’ta Steve. And well, I was just- we were talking about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he bops your nose, “And I was just telling him how much I love you. How much I adore you. How much I like the way you crinkle your nose when you don’t like something and you’re too afraid to hurt my feelings and say no. I um- I told him last week that I went somewhere.”

“Oh yeah? Where’d ya go,” you curiously ask as you wrap both arms around his neck. The sound of the oven dinging made the two of you jump. You watch your boyfriend pull himself away from you and grab a hand towel next to the stove. He opens the oven and takes out his famous cheesy biscuits.

“Um, that place you like. It’s very high-end and sparkly,” he says as he places the hot sheet pan on the countertop with a loud clash. He hisses and pulls his hand away quickly. You step towards him and he holds his hand up, letting you know he was fine and he was just overdramatic.

You gasp playfully. “You went to Jared,” you exclaim jokingly. He chuckles softly and grabs a spatula, unsticking the biscuits from the foil. He clears his throat and doesn’t say anything. You stop giggling and swallow the lump in your throat. “You went to Jared?”

He puts the spatula down and turns to you, resting his hands on the countertop behind him. His eyes a light blue, the light blue you love so much. A smile creeps up on his lips and you just fucking stand there staring at him. “I did. I told Steve about it and he was just asking about that.”

“Did you- did you buy anything,” you ask, stepping forward. He nervously laughs and shakes his head.

“Na, no I didn’t,” he watches your reaction. He couldn’t help but notice the way your chest fell and the way you blinked, the slight frown you quickly covered with that bright smile of yours.

“Good, cause that place likes more than three zeros, yanno,” you tease. He chuckles and nods, pushing himself off of the counter. He walks closer to you and ruffles your hair.

“Like I said, we got invited to an engagement party,” he repeats as he rests his hands on your waist. You tilt your head up at him and wrap your small hands around his wrists.

“James, baby, whose?”

“Remember when I said I didn’t buy anything from your favorite place? Well,” he begins, you chuckle nervously and knit your eyebrows together. You feel a cold breeze on the spot he had his right hand on and watch him raise his hand above his head to catch something. You quickly whip your head around to see a smirking, blonde familiar man standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a girl with a huge smile next to him. You open your mouth to say something but quickly close it, trying to piece everything together. Like how the hell they hid from you in the very open floorspace.

“We hid in the restroom,” Peggy says. Over the course of two years, there wasn’t really anyone you’d rather get closer to than Peggy Carter. The two of you became fast friends. Ever since that day you met her. After explaining who you were and well, explaining the part where you dated the love of her life, the two of you began hanging out a lot more. And Steve couldn’t have been happier. Because in the end, all that he needed was for Peggy to give him another chance. After all, they were soulmates. Well, Steve and Bucky were soulmates. You two were just the girlfriends. The iconic duo needed each other, it was pretty damn obvious. So while you and Peggy went out for mimosas, Steve and Bucky went for a morning jog.

You turn back to Bucky, quickly looking for his eyes. You let out a breath and look down. And there he was. With the most nervous look on his. “Um, Steve. Steve bought something. For me. For you- for me to give to you,” he says in a rush. You shake your head and watch him shift the box in his palms, his elbow resting on his knee.

“Bucky,” you say softly.

“Shh, angel. Don’t make me even more nervous than I already am,” he chuckles. He swallows again and nods to himself, looking up at you. “(Y/n). I love you. You know I do. Before you came around, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever use those three words. And every time you’re around me, you make my heart race a thousand miles a second. Just hearing your voice, looking at the gorgeous smile of yours and knowing that I’m the reason behind it. It’s heaven. You’re not hard to get. Not at all. You’re hard to earn. And I am so fucking happy that you’re mine. Because that means I earned you. I fucking earned you, (y/n). I never earn anything nice. But here you are. Looking for a damn apartment,” he chuckles. You laugh softly and roll your eyes playfully, ignoring your watery eyes. “It’s uh, it’s funny how things work out. Steve, he went to buy the ring for me. Since I’m shit at hiding things from you, I let him hide it. Even though he sucks at that too. Fuck, I really wish I knew good words and romantic lines.”

“Maybe you should finally sit down and watch The Notebook with me,” you say with a sniffle. He laughs breathlessly and grabs your hands.

“I’ll watch anything with you. Whenever you want. At six in the morning at two in the afternoon. In the middle of the night. I will. I’ll watch whatever with you. I love you. And I love the way you say my name and the way you know how much mayo I like in my sandwich. I love the way there’s always fresh plums in the fridge when I get home form work. I love the way you look in my clothes. And I love the way you look when you’re laying on our bed. I can go on forever and ever so I’m just gonna stop and save those ‘I love you’s for another day. Because that’s what I want with you. I want days. No, months- years. I want forever with you. That engagement invitation. Hopefully.. it’s ours. If- if you want it to be. Marry me, doll. Say yes. Or no. Will you marry me,” he rambles. You swallow the lump in your throat, your mouth dry as hell. Your eyelashes soaked as you blink. You hear a sniffle. And you’re pretty sure it was Peggy. She likes to act tough but really, she’s more emotional than you are. You stare into Bucky’s blue eyes, his hands shaking as he holds open the box to reveal a gorgeous ring. It was simple, just the way you had always dreamed of it being.

“Are you serious,” you croak, a smile following fast behind. Bucky chuckles and nods.

“Very.”

“You wanna do this,” you ask.

“Do you?”

You look at him with a smile he only knows. “Yes. Hell yes,” you say. His eyes open wide and his smile stretches across his face as soon as he hears the first letter. He nods quickly and stands up, grabbing your face and pulling it to yours. He kisses you like he’s never kissed you before. His happiness radiating from the kiss. You kiss him and continue kissing him as you help him slide your finger into the perfectly sized ring.

“I love you so much,” he says into the kiss. You giggle, grabbing his face with your now decorated hand.

“I love you, James,” you whisper against his lips as you pull away for air. His hands lost in your hair as he looks into your familiar eyes.

“I love you guys,” two voices say as you feel extra arms wrap around you and your new fiancé. You giggle and let go of Bucky, extending your arms around the other two people as well.

“So this means we’re having a bachelors party right,” Steve blurts out. Peggy slaps the back go his head playfully and snorts.

“Only if it it means we get to have a bachelorette party,” she says.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look at Bucky again. This time, you caught the way he was looking at you. You caught the way his gaze stayed glued to yours. The way his lips curled in a smile you love so much. The look in his eyes. Everything was in that look. Everything the two of you went through to get to this moment. The many times you broke each others heart only to find out nothing would feel better than holding each other. You mouth those three words to him and send him the same look he sends you after he says it. You watch him smile and nod, pushing Peggy and Steve aside as he grabs your face for another kiss.

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Slammiversary XVI Review: Sunday July 22nd, from the Rebel Complex in Toronto,CA

Petey Williams vs Fenix vs Taiji Ishimori vs Johnny Impact:[****1/4]

Originally Rich Swann was scheduled for this match but he got injuried during the MLW event from NY so he got replaced by Petey (wishing Swann a speedy recovery). It made the match a little worse because Swann is a better high flyer then Petey but my god what a match it was! Crazy fast from the start, everyone had his time to shine, big cool spots like that stunning springboard double footstomp from Fenix who stole the Show with Impact. He was going for the, i believe, a muscle buster on petey but he got caught by a superkick from Johnny that lead him the win with his starpship pain on his return to Impact. Great win, super awesome match you should check out. Great start to the PPV and great return for Johnny Impact.

Winner: Johnny Impact

Tessa Blanchard vs Allie:[***1/4]

Surprisingly a really good match even tho i wasn't expecting it to be this good. Probably also one of Allie's best matches on Impact as she and Tessa had really good chemistry as the match went on. They took some nasty spots too like Tessa's frankensteiner or even the Allie Valley Driver on the Floor. The canadian showed a new side of her since she went Demon Bunny but this time got short as she got nailed by tessa's hammerlock DDT that got her the win and her first on PPV. Probably it won't go on this feud as i smell Tessa being the next challenger for the Impact Knockouts title

Winner: Tessa Blanchard

House of Hardcore Match: Eddie Edwards vs Tommy Dreamer:[***]

Solid hardcore match who personally was good and it wasn't as bad as i originally thought. The new eddie edwards is pure gold as he went fully psycho and change completely himself. They put on a good hardcore match, not really exciting tho but it had a good mix of wrestling and storytelling too, like the moment when Eddie asked Dreamer to hit him in the head with the kendo stick...as dreamer wanted to set a table on fire he got caught by a low blow and a ddt by eddie..boston knee party with the help a chair and game set and match...post match Eddie had a breakdown where he kinda wanted to hit Dreamer but helped him stand up and Alisha came to the ring to get Eddie to shake Dreamer's hand but it turned out that Dreamer gave him the kendo stick and left the ring...interesting...very interesting...

Winner:Eddie Edwards

X Division Championship: Brian Cage vs Matt Sydal:[***1/4]

Another solid match thus far as this time we had a slow start with Sydal gaining momentum by working on Cage's knees so he could keep him on the ground and have an advantage over him, but as the match went on, both guys picked up the pace and the match got much better. Sydal went all out with some crazy counters like the drill claw into a hurricanrana or even when he powerbombed cage who went for a checky hurricanrana...then we had the finish: Sydal went for the shooting star press, caught the ropes, bad landing, drill claw and Cage won the title. For the result, Cage win is good but i believe he won't be X Division champ for long as it would be interesting to use his title reign like in the past TNA did with Option C. On the finish, i believe it was a botch as Cage raised his foot but Sydal missed him as he hit the ropes with his feet, unless it was planned to end like this   First title match of the night and first title change. Will we have more?

Winner AND NEW X Division Champion: Brian Cage

Knockouts Championship: Madison Rayne vs Su Yung:[**3/4]

It was an enjoyable match but not as good as the other Knockouts match. They used some shenaningans to elevate Su's character and all the brides maid at ringside. Rayne looked great and was a good babyface challanger but at the end of the day she felt short after Yung applied her disgusting mandible choke. Post match was great as Su layed Madison in the coffin she used for her entrance sending a big message. The way they are booking Su Yung's character is great, not much during matches, but all her angles and the backstage stuff is cool. Will we finally get the undead bride vs the Hive queen soon?

Winner AND STILL Knockouts Champion: Su Yung

5150 Street Fight for the Impact Tag Team Championship: LAX vs OGZ:[****]

This match was actually really really good: it was what a street fight is supposed to be: violent, not much wrestling, carnage and lots of fun. They used the stipulation really well and also the various weapons: the table spots, the ladder could have been used better but still the double team spot was nice. I thought that the OGZ would win so the feud would go longer but the champs picked up the win thanks to a Konnan interference who distracted Homicide who got hit later on the thumbtacks with a bodyslam followed by a frog splash from Santana. The finish was ok as it really set nicely the post match with King had enough and assault Konnan and his young pops and took the belts with them after he marked them with the OGZ. This feud is not over and i believe it might lead to a rematch in some kind of pre-taped Final deletion style match. Hopefully because this feud, which has been great so far, need a memorable ending.

Winner AND STILL Impact Tag Team Champions: LAX

Mask vs Hair: Sami Callihan vs Pentagon Jr:[****1/2]

I was really hyped for this match, because Callihan is a fucking badass heel and Pentagon is one of my favourite wrestlers coming out of LU, but this match was even better than my expactiations. Jesus what a great match! They started fast and then the match got brutal with the Spikes spot who problably won't make me sleep tonight, the chairshots, the super zero factor on the chair and callihan even kicked out! Maybe the refbump wasn't really necessary but it kinda added something more to the match...finish was really great as Callihan made Pentagon snap and he replied by snapping his arm and hitting the zero factor for the second time. Post match Callihan tried to sneak out from the headshave but Fenix caught him with his brother and now Callihan will be bold. This match is probably Impact's MOTY at the moment and it's a match you should check out as soon as you can. Some of you might not enjoy the violence in this match, like all the spikes stuff, but it made so much sense to the storytelling and heated things up. Kudos to both of them for a crazy good match.

Winner: Pentagon Jr

Impact World Championship: Moose vs Austin Aries:[****]

While watching this match i had the feeling they would screw up everything, because sometimes it happens with Impacts main events but thank god they didn't because we had a really great main event to close the show. It was easily the best singles match Moose ever had and he and Aries had a really great chemistry and what it made the match good is that they start fast and kept picking up the pace. Moose went ballsy with some spots like the dive on the ramp and shined big time, proving that he is a really good big men, while Aries proved once again that he is a really great wrestler and that WWE made a big mistake by not giving him a chance outside 205. Result came outta nowhere as i wasn't expecting Aries to keep the title cause i felt it was Moose's time to win the gold after they have done a solid buildup around him and also the way the match was heading made me think about a title change, but for once,a heel won in a smart way. Unless they have something big in mind for the title at Bound For Glory (BFG series please), i think we will have Cage vs Aries for the title. Great main event for a great Slammiversary.

Winner AND STILL Impact World Heavyweight Champion: Austin Aries

Overall: I loved Slammiversary: it was the kind of shows i like: less talking, less BS, no stupid surprises, no stupid angles but just matches that are good and make sense with the storylines. Nothing was bad in this show, nothing suprisingly because even the bad matches on paper were ok.  3 hours of great wrestling and great matches with the roster coming out really strong from this event. Loving the Callis-D'amore era so far. Kudos to everyone involed, best Impact PPV in a long time. Hopefully BFG can be as good as this one or as good as Redemption [8.75]

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Apathy & Happenstance

Chapter 3 - Productivity and Perplexity | 1 | 2 | x | 4

I never got around to posting chapters 3 and 4 here on Tumblr since I wrote these when my laptop was being worked on and I only had mobile—which is absolutely terrible for formatting—so here they are before I get to posting chapter 5.

Summary: You go for a walk, grab some food, and get some questions answered. A hundred more spring up.

In the end, you decide it might be best to try and get in contact with the “friendly” looking version of Sans and Papyrus. However, doing so winds up a bit more troublesome than you would have thought.

Turns out Sans doesn't have any kind of social media account you can tie him to, though there seem to be quite a lot of fan pages dedicated to him? For some reason?? Across all kinds of different media platforms??? Apparently he's some kind of stand up comedian?

...

Wait a second…

...

Sans… Stand up comedian... A comic... A Comic Sans. Your expression goes deadpan at that realization and you barely manage to contain the urge to groan.

“Oh my god…” you mutter aloud, not even a second later, another realization clicking into place.

Then wouldn't that mean Papyrus as in the other graphic designer’s nightmare of a font? Was that intentional? A happy coincidence?

You shake your head, begrudgingly bemused. What's next, someone named after Wingdings? Jokerman? You're silently snickering at the idea of someone possessing the name ‘Impact’ as you work on searching up Papyrus. Maybe you’ll have better luck with him?

You're not disappointed.

Papyrus, or as you have managed to stumble upon his most used online handle: CoolSkeleton95, appears to have an overabundance of accounts across various social media websites. It doesn't take you long at all to find him on numerous social platforms, and judging by his friend count, it doesn't look like he ever denies a friend request. You didn't even know you could have that many friends on ExpressionBook.

Now… The big question is, how are you supposed to even broach this odd situation?

“Hey, so these two skeleton monsters that look an awful lot like you and your brother kinda just poofed into my apartment outta thin air. I'd really appreciate it if you guys would come and take them off my hands.”

...

You run a hand through your hair and puff up a cheek in frustration, pausing to lean against a nearby building. Yeah, no way is that going to work as an opener. Monsters and magic might be an accepted fact of life these days but that doesn't mean people are suddenly going to believe crazy talk.

You push off the building with a huff, resuming your aimless wandering.

“So what am I supposed to do, then?” you query the air around you, head snapping back with a sigh. “So you don't know me, and I don't know you, but d’you think you could come over to my place and rid me of a couple skeletons?” You shake your head with a chuckle. That sounded even worse. Like you were asking someone over to dispose of dead bodies or… something.

You sigh. Why does communication have to be so hard?

“I'm gonna be stuck with them forever, aren't I?” you mutter out, head hanging forward.

With any luck they won't have stuck around your apartment. Maybe they left? Maybe when you get back no one will be there and you can just write off the incident as some kind of lucid day dream? And then it I occurs to you that you just left two strangers unattended in your apartment. With all your stuff… Oops. Remedy that thought: You'll be lucky if they're gone and all your stuff is still in your apartment when you get home. You entertain the idea of running home, or of calling the cops, but inevitably you elect to merely shrug it off. You've got insurance if the worst case scenario happens, and it's not like you're especially attached to anything back at your place anyway. They're just material possessions, after all; easily replaced if lost or broken.

As you're crossing another intersection, one block deeper into the downtown district, you decide you've been overthinking this whole thing. Forgoing sending out a friend request first, you type out a message to the less edgy Papyrus.

You : Are there any other skeleton monsters beside you and your brother?

You nod to yourself, satisfied. Straight to the point and it doesn't give away anything unnecessary, nor does it come off as creepy and easy to misinterpret. You pocket your phone to await a response, feeling as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

Boy does it feel good to be productive! You should reward yourself, you think, just as you round a corner and find yourself standing before your favorite local diner. Huh. Guess your subconscious was on the same page. There's a sudden grumble in your stomach and you're salivating, enticed by the idea of a good burger, fries, and an old fashioned milkshake.

Heck. Yes.

As you're pushing open the door there’s a ping from your pocket. A couple of wait staff greet you by name with a smile and wave as you walk through the door, retrieving your cell. You reciprocate their greeting as you take a seat (always a corner booth, close to the back), noting Papyrus has already responded.

For some reason you thought it would take a bit longer to get a response. Especially from someone who seemed to be such a social butterfly—surely he must get tons of messages throughout the day—but you're not going to complain. Papyrus’s speedy response time means you'll be able to get this figured out all the quicker.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS : GREETINGS, HUMAN! I SEE THAT YOU ARE INTERESTED IN SKELETON MONSTERS—A FITTING CHOICE, AS SKELETONS ARE QUITE GREAT! YOU HAVE POSED A MOST INTERESTING QUESTION, THOUGH I MUST CONFESS THAT IF THERE ARE ANY SKELETONS BESIDE MY BROTHER AND I, I HAVE NEVER MET THEM.

Dang it. That does not bode well.

You tap an index finger on the table (a nervous habit you’ve never quite been able to get under control) and frown. Not a good omen but it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re boned.

“Heh. Boned.” You can’t help but snicker at the unintentional pun. It's silly and dumb but what can you say, you're easily amused.

There’s a bit more to the message, interestingly enough, so you read on.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS : I SEE THAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN TO SEND ME A REQUEST OF FRIENDSHIP, SO I HAVE DONE YOU THE FAVOR OF SENDING ONE MYSELF! NO THANKS ARE NECESSARY, YOU ARE WELCOME!

You quirk a brow at that last bit, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. What an interesting character this skeleton is. The contrast between him and his spiky counterpart couldn't be more notable—and you haven’t even met this one.

Looking at your notifications, you do indeed see a friend request from “THE GREAT PAPYRUS”. Clicking it brings you to the ExpressionBook app proper and you accept it—not like it would hurt anything to do so. Besides, you can always delete him from your friend’s list later.

It’s just as you’re switching back over to the messenger to type out a reply that a waitress comes over to take your order.

“Hey there, Y/n!” she greets you with a smile. “Didya need a menu or’re you gonna get the usual?”

You flip your phone over and place it down on the table, sliding it a bit to the side. You smile up at her and respond, “Hey Julie! The usual would be great, thank you.” You can respond to Papyrus later, you decide, food first.

It’s a little over an hour later and you’re standing outside your apartment door, staring heatedly at it. You’ve got a paper bag in one hand and your keys in the other. You’re straining your ears, half tempted to press yourself against the door, trying to hear anything from inside. It’s silent, and that can be a good thing, but it could also be a very bad thing.

You take a deep breath, hold it in for one second. Two. Three. Exhale at four. Time to face the music. Either they’re gone and everything’s still there, they’re gone and so is everything in your apartment, or—heaven forbid—they’re still there and you didn’t just dream that whole situation up.

You unlock the door, fingers wrapping around the silver metal handle. Subconsciously, your grip tightens on the paper bag in your opposite hand, the paper crinkling ever so slightly with the action, and then you twist the knob. The door swings open and you step through the threshold. A quick glance around of what you can see shows everything still appears to be in order…

And then you hear it—a muted thump, thump, thump of something tapping out a steady rhythm. It stops abruptly, however, to be replaced by the sound of fabric shifting and of weight being displaced from the cushions of your couch. Then there is the sound of footsteps, two pairs, closing in on you. One pair sounds heavy and rushed, as if its owner is walking with a very distinct purpose in mind; the other a slower, more casual beat. You sigh.

Dang it. So much for that.

You slip your shoes off, hang your keys on the rack nearby, and slip out of your jacket, hanging it on the coatrack to the side. By the time you're done there are two skeletons standing in front of you and they don't exactly look like happy campers.

Your eyes flick over them, a brow quirking at the impatient look to the spiky Edgelord. He’s got his arms crossed, his sockets angled sharply. You get the feeling that if he had a nose, he'd be looking down it at you. You're pretty sure he’s scowling, too.

The sweaty one doesn't look all that different from earlier, though there appears to be more red sweat beaded along the crown of his skull than earlier. He's also shifting nervously, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched, shark grin tight and bordering on something of a grimace.

It's weird, you can't help but think, how similar they look to the other two and can yet be so blaringly different.

“Ah!” you exclaim with a snap, the action smoothly transitioning into a point, that reminds you. “That's right! I nearly forgot.”

Before either of them can say anything, you twirl around to dig through the pocket of the jacket you had tossed your phone in. Pulling your cell out (and awkwardly fumbling with the paper bag in your hand for a brief moment) you quickly pull up your camera app and snap a pic. After the picture’s taken you tilt your focus down, intent on pulling up the specific messaging app you need. You miss the way Papyrus’s sockets squint at the sound of a shutter going off, miss the way Sans’s sockets crease and his frown dips into a scowl, far too focused on finally responding to the more bubbly skeleton’s message from earlier.

You : [image attachment]

I don't suppose these guys are related then? They kind of just showed up at my place today. Apparently they also go by Sans and Papyrus?

Locking the phone you slip it into the back pocket of your jeans. With that now done you're another step closer to reclaiming your apartment—your normality! Gosh, isn't this exciting? You’ll be slipping right back into your regularly scheduled monotony in no time!

But why’re you so eager to push this opportunity away?

Because you can't guarantee you'll be safe, that you won't get hurt, you argue against that inner voice. It's always wanting you to take risks, to push yourself out of your comfort zone. Trying to tell you that you really aren't happy with the current setup to your life. But no. No, it has no idea what it's talking about. Of course you're happy. Of course you are.

“TSK.” Edgelord ...clicks his tongue? Somehow? effectively snapping you back to reality. He's still giving you that ‘holier than thou’ look as his maw parts, clearly eager to get back to his interrogation from earlier. “JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUMAN, THAT YOU CAN JUST WALK OUT ON THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS?”

Yeesh. Control freak much?

You roll your eyes and mirror his pose, arms crossing over your chest, paper bag crinkling with each movement, and pop a hip to the side. There is no way you are going to put up with this kind of bullshit in your own home.

“For your information, Edgelord, my name is Y/n, and in case you didn't know, I live here. You and sweaty McSharktooth over there’re the ones who should be answering my questions, considering the way you two just intruded into my space.”

There's a split second where Papyrus’s eye sockets seem to widen but it's over before you're even sure that you saw it. You take a deep breath through your nose in an effort to calm yourself, and then press on.

“Look, Papyrus, Sans. I know it's been a good few years since the barrier was broken and monsters were integrated into society and all that, but excuse me if I need to take a moment to clear my head when two strangers (who look like edgy embodiments of the Grim Reaper, mind you) literally poof into my house. I know magic’s a thing now but that doesn't mean this is an everyday kinda deal for me, alright?”

“wait, hang on a sec,” Sans abruptly cuts in. “ya mean we're on the surface?”

Your brows furrow in confusion at that comment. You look to the shorter skeleton, some of the tension easing from your body. From all the hostility and anger exuded by Papyrus you had been preparing yourself to get into a fist fight or something; at the very least you were prepping yourself for a screaming match of epic proportions.

“Uh… duh?” Is your oh so elegant response. “Where the hell else would you be?”

“you mean we ain't underground?” You squint at him, head slowly shaking. Did they not even move from the living room in that hour and a half or so you were gone? You breathe out a quiet and low, drawn out “no…”

“holy shit.” he mutters, sparing a quick glance to the taller skeleton (who looks equally as shell shocked, you note) before focusing back on you. “yer jokin.”

He's looking at you, the emotion—the sheer confusion—clear on his face. He almost looks like he’s just daring you to confirm that this is all some kind of elaborate setup. A bead of sweat trickles down from the crown of his skull.

You shake your head harder, your hand slipping from where it's tucked between your opposite arm and torso to be angled at him, palm forward. A telltale sign for ‘stop, holdup’.

“No?” you respond, eyebrows raised, “I'm really not. That'd be a really shitty thing to joke about.”

The skeletons give each other a strange look and you can't help but to quirk a brow at their odd behavior. Why are they so surprised? Surely all monsters have migrated to the surface by now, let alone be aware that the barrier had fallen.

“You guys do know that Mount Ebott is something like… fifteen hundred miles northeast of here, right?”

It's silent for a moment, as if they need time to let this information really sink in. You absently register a muffled ping from your pocket as Sans mutters another “holy shit.”

#Red Drabbles #Undertale Fanfiction #Underfell Fanfiction #Reader Insert #Apathy and Happenstance

[aether-asterisk]

...um

maybe everything isn’t really ok from last night

#now her chat's been moved to the 'new chats' section and idek how that happened #i doubt she deleted her account 'cause i can still see the chat itself #in her last message she was saying that she might not be human and she needs to be locked away or purified and all that #it really kinda came outta nowhere; i thought it was over after last night #and i can't help but feel like it was partially my fault in a way. like i said earlier (or later?) i was prob too self-centered and ignorant #and had a one track mind. all i ever really wanted to talk about was my self-insert ships and not about her personal life and feelings #but i felt like if i DID talk about that it would probably bring up some really bad thoughts and make her feel worse #but i guess it got worse anyway lol #nice mentality caff; u just lost another friend because u just can't ever learn to listen #i have to finish up the animations for my film too. my afternoon session started 5 minutes ago and i gotta get on it #i'm so close to finishing but after that little display it might have to carry over into the evening session #but that's my last chance to get it done #also happy memorial day i guess. hope ur day off is better than mine's been going so far #caffrin posts

[sickenoughsteve]

2017: The Year White People Finally Decided To Stop Taking L’s

2017 is fucking wild. Minorities can’t catch a break.

Sure, the Migos are finally a household name. The hip hop community has been waiting for this ever since ‘Versace’ dropped in 2013. Mad props to Quavo, Offset, and Takeoff for finally getting their due.

Fine, yeah, they made a reboot of ‘24′ with Corey Hawkins as the lead. I’ll take it. Dude who played Dr. Dre in Straight Outta Compton running around at top speeds and shooting at terrorists is a win for black america, I guess.

Okay, yep, Barack Obama is spending the early days of 2017 kite surfing and giving no fucks on his billionaire homie Richard Branson’s private island. Virgin CEO and former POTUS making Joe Biden experience the highest levels of FOMO ever recorded and inexplicably unveiling a friendship nobody had heard of before is fire. Yeah, yeah, that’s cool.

Black people are doing okay... we’re racking up enough wins to get to the playoffs.

But it’s the other side of the Mulatto coin that I’d like to examine. The white side.

Check out these examples of white people (previously the takers of the most L’s) winning that simply can’t be ignored any longer.

Post Malone dropped a fire album

There are plenty of white rappers, and there are plenty of white rappers with fire albums. Some of these rappers even have multiple. Nothing new about white people rapping.

However, Post Malone — as is quite clear from the photo above — is not even close to being attractive. He’s not cute-ugly like Mac Miller, he doesn’t have fat guy swag like Action Bronson, he’s not in good shape like Eminem, and he’s not straight up good looking like G-Eazy. He’s just a regular ass ugly dude.

But I have to give it to the man for defying all odds in the Year of the Whites™

The Patriots won a Super Bowl in historic fashion and Tom Brady is officially the best football player - and potentially athlete - of all time

Tom Brady is pretty much a perfect human being, besides the one glaring fact about him that I don’t think any of us can pretend isn’t unlikeable...

He’s a grown ass man who wears UGG boots unironically. What the hell is going on with that, Tom?

(Oh, also he’s BFFs with Donald Trump. More on that later...)

Even Patriots Day, a movie centered around one of the most white/racist cities in the USA, was FIRE

Patriots Day was an incredible movie that made me wish I was from Boston for the first time in my entire life. You might ask, “Steve, why the hell are you railing on Boston? You already hated on the Patriots and now you’re talking about Marky Mark and Patriots Day? Have you ever even been to Boston?”

To which, I answer... yes I have been to Boston. it was humid and shitty and I was there for work and I hated it. But after seeing this movie, I fully get it. Beantown, baby.

White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer is incompetent and trash but he is still out here talkin’ shit to the entire country DAILY

You can tell this man gets yelled at constantly. He’s like that dog at the kennel who’s been mistreated, so he doesn’t know how to trust anybody.

He swallows gum, which is incredibly gross (and dog-like), and he’s overall just really hate-able.

But is he taking L’s? Nah. He’s that guy you literally can’t argue with because he yells too much. Like, fuck this guy, but also... this guy is pretty damn good at publicly lying EVERY DAY. Trump should probably give this man a raise, honestly.

Some white folks convinced Steve Harvey it would be a good idea to pose shirtless

Black people, I know Steve is hard to fully support, but you know he’s still our guy.

White people, y’all are wrong for making Steve do this!

Damn smh.

They even made Kanye look crazy

Sure, he deleted all the Tweets referencing his love for Trump, but that was long after the damage was already done. 

Kanye dyed his hair orange in solidarity with DJT, which is unprecedentedly wild for Kanye. A man who’s whole career relies on being wild!

Which leads me to...

FDT couldn’t get the job done

Just in case you needed proof that white people can’t lose... the above song was made in 2016... it should’ve been enough that YG and Nipsey Hussle made a song called ‘Fuck Donald Trump’ right before the election.

It wasn’t enough. We LOST.

Man, per usual I wrapped this thing up abruptly and will refuse to include much of a conclusion. But that’s what you get in 2017... sloppy work from Black men who are not used to losing.

Man, I miss 2015.

#donald trump #yg #white people #black people #white #black #2017

[theblognobodyfoundlastyear]

8 years later, and have we still not  moved on?

Woo. Tumblr has changed their user interface again. I suppose that’s what you get for a platform that’s effectively all about stealing other peoples’ ideas and posting it on your own news feed. Then again, that’s what all social media platforms inherently do. Wow, are they really all the same? I’m sure LinkedIn, no that has this... ooh, how about email? Well, not many people would call that “social media” anymore, but there is always email forwarding, so... yeah. All social media platforms all do the same thing with a different flavour.

Anyhoo, there’s been a query on one’s mind as of late: Why haven’t you resolved the 8-year old problem? As a disclaimer, I will not disclose what said problem is, although I imagine I’ll vaguely remember what it was, should I read over this in the future. To help you along, I may (or mayn’t) pepper some hints along the way, so pick up those morsels as you see them. You’ll need it.

Most people generally don’t allow problems to fester and get outta control for 8 consecutive years. Unfortunately, I am not most people, and 8 years ago I’d have been a foolish young lad in the middle of high school, unknowingly getting tangled in some long and painful journey ahead. And you know what? That’s fine. Mistakes were made. Milk was spilled. Cheese was wasted. Yoghurt was, uh... whatever you do with spoiled yoghurt these days. One thing I’ve recalled as of typing this out is that the past is the past. Not much you can do about foolish mistakes, despite how much life would have been had said mistakes not have been made. So acknowledging there was room for improvement is often the most optimal start.

Now for the hard part: The consequence. Perhaps you might deduce that I’m one of those karma chargers or whatnot, but it’s no surprise that something is bound to come your way, should a mistake be made with the foolish thinking that “I’ll just let future me handle that”. To which future me would respond with “YOU @*!KING LITTLE PIECE OF $%&~ I WILL FIND WHERE YOU LIVE AND %^#@ THE !*&^% OUT OF YOUR $&@!” One way to progress is to double down on said mistake, going as so far as risking it all for a slim possibility of making it out well-off. And maybe that’s the best option at the moment. Long term thinking isn’t ever a walk in the park, which is not to say you shouldn’t do it, rather it involves a certain headspace to correctly quantify good decisions instead of  greedily thinking of how to get from one point in life to another. And even with that said, a good decision isn’t always guaranteed, and might take years to actually find a decent solution to the aforementioned problem.

So you’ve been wading around this ball pit of life, hoping to find a lucky break to the problem on hand. And so? You stop. You look left and right. You listen. You find the headspace you were looking for. And sure, it could very well take a considerable amount of time to get there, but some people tell me it’s worth it. “Pepper Pot” Pete, Layton Vickles, “Amarjeet”, Genghis and Khan. How to get there? Time is one necessary ingredient. But I think it also needs a hint of yearning for something more. After all, you can’t solve a problem if you don’t firmly believe in the existence of a final solution.

Lastly, the fix. As you’ve read so far, we’ve run through some non-descript problem with a fast-forwarded process of finding a solution. So how to go about solving the problem at hand? And what to do when the beast drags you back into the depths? Having faced a multitude of problems previously of all sorts of different scales and stakes, whether it’s almost deleting critical information off a database to choosing an iced tea flavour, I can say with 34.5% certainty: Solving a problem is rather easy, the real challenge is how to solve the same problem in different circumstances. Here’s an example of what I mean, which by no means implies any details about the previously named 8-year problem: Hunger. You’re at the university labs, and you’re craving some food like a lunatic. Fortunately, you remember to pack a can of tuna a slice of your favourite raisin toast, and before you know it, you’re back to being you again, disappointingly. But what if you packed something less favourable, such as a can of sliced button mushrooms? You face a choice: Eat the mushrooms and hopefully get back to work, or starve and avoid having to eat those random canned mushrooms that you packed into your bag for no good reason. And what if you had your tuna and raisin toast on hand, but those chips in that vending machine is almost *licks lips* irresistible. So to eat one’s food or spend money on more favourable food items? I could write the rest of this blog post just about that one example, but the premise still stands (somewhat raggedly, might I add): You might solve situation A, but if it knowingly leads to situation B, how to resolve that when it happens?

I can’t say I have a solution, except to live and learn. As in most cases, a problem has much to learn when trying to face it with a certain outcome in mind. So do what you think is best, assess its effectiveness and try yet again. After all, Edison once said: “...I never did a day's work in my life. It was all fun.”. Wait, I think we were meant to put down the quote about 10,000 ways of failing is just 10,000 ways of knowing what doesn’t work. So expect this 8-year old problem to continue for yet another 8+ years? Well, people change for the better or for the worse. Let’s just hope there’s enough left at that point in time to even consider arriving at a satisfying conclusion...

‘Til next time, young padawan,

Because some people realized they’d already lost the war without needing to fight in the first place. You might even call them “the real winners”, as it were.

#problems #Emotions and Sentiments #headspace

[cafeconblu]

10/15/2018

Two things; One, I know I said I was going to try and write everyday but honestly I think I was being a bit optimistic, Two, I’m high as shit so this might get a little random but fuck it, its my blog and if its going to represent me then let it be known I’m random and my mind wanders extremely lol. Like all I can think about right now is how good this stupid little bottle of gel I bought for three funky ass dollars is, which I coulda used to get a whole jug of gel from the hood beauty supply, but instead I got this tiny baby bottle and that shit holds like the grip of God herself lol. 

Any who, lets check in.  Today is Monday October 15, it is 11:01 am, its windy as fuck outside, the wind is knocking my spray cans around on my balcony, and scaring the high outta me. It’s little things like this that remind me I still have a lot of fear inside me that I need to let go and heal many more trauma wounds. I’ve honestly been doing so well lately, I’ve been hanging out with Kilea a bunch, painting new meaningful and powerful pieces, I’ve even found someone that might be sparking my interest. But for my own personal healing, Im not allowing myself to to become involved in anything that could be distracting. I only do things that make me happy, if anything becomes chaotic or stressful, its out. 

I feel like I’m starting to really understand myself more, allowing myself to be gentle and compassionate towards myself rather than my old pattern of guilt and self shaming. Today I realized that I’m really just an introverted person and theres nothing wrong with that. I don’t have to have a bunch of friends, I don’t have to be social all the time, it’s okay for me to want to be in my house and work alone with no physical or verbal contact with people besides my best friend and a couple other select few I allow into my space. It’s funny because when people meet me they see how outgoing and bubbly I am but really thats just like my super hero disguise. If you really pay attention you would realize I rarely look people in the eyes, I fidget, I even stutter over my words from time to time. I think that might be why I am comfortable in front of my own phone camera, it’s in my control, I can be myself, no one is really there, and when I watch my story back later I always have the option to delete what I posted once i inevitably find something I don’t like about myself or just find myself annoying lol. Its so weird and contradicting, I love and want to help people but I also get nervous in a crowd. I swear I’m one the the strangest and kindest people you will ever meet, I honestly confuse myself half the time. Being a Virgo, with a Sagittarius rising, and a moon in Gemini was a curse and a blessing.. lemme tell yah lemme tell yah. 

Being me is interesting.. I wonder why my soul gave me this shell to wander this realm in? Being me is also pretty cool, sometimes I feel like I’m just kickin back and watching myself grow. Kinda like one of those pretty time lapse videos on Planet Earth II. Yes, the second Planet Earth cause their videos were more high quality and epic as fuck. Speaking of epic as fuck, Kilea and I are going to people watch a Costco today and its bout to be lit. After we will go to a Pumpkin Patch so I can hopefully pet a llama, then come back to the house and make shrimp salad like the healthy bitches we trynna be lol

Anyway thats all I got for you today.. heres a quote i like so I can give off an artsy deep vibe for my sign off. 

 “Don’t let the sadness of the swamp get to you.”

- Yung Bluskeeona