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wandasfifthwife · 2 months
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MLP GIRLS DATING HC (15+)
Paring: MLP girls x reader
(no specific gender mentioned for reader, but when writing this I imagined a fem!reader)
Warnings: a few suggestive comments (15+)
Content: headcanons of the mlp girls in a relationship (I imagined equestrian girls when writing this, but you can imagine either. your choice)
NOT PROOFREAD
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Twilight Sparkle
• enjoys reading books with you
• a yapper. loves to ramble about her interests and findings often
• “oh my goodness I’ve talked for quite a while haven’t I” typa girl
• definitelyyy wants to star gaze with you
• I can see her being both the instigator and the one needing you to instigate. depends on your personality
• if you’re shy, she’ll talk. if you’re more dominant, she’ll let you take charge. she adapts.
• I want to say her love language is quality time and would enjoy spending time with you in silence, the both of you doing your own things
• for sure corrects your grammar or if you say anything incorrect
• doesn’t get angry at you easily, but definitely gets easily angry for you if she senses someone is angry at you (or giving you “a weird stare”)
• radiates “you can insult me but not them” type energy
• likes to cuddle (small spoon)
• arguments with her are mainly petty
• a great communicator, would want to deescalate the situation and sit down and talk
• if she gets angry expect silent treatment or her taking a deep breath and walking away (I don’t see her yelling when she’s angry at you)
• notices small changes, very perceptive
• she’s a bit clueless but also perceptive. it’s a strange mix
Rarity
• shows her love through gift giving
• wants to make clothing for you (special occasions, also to just dress you up)
• nicknames galore (darling, sweetie, honey, baby, babe, etc)
• your #1 hype girl
• spends time with you going out and doing stuff like shopping and getting lunch out
• her getting upset/mad at you is shown through passive aggressive comments and actions
• I don’t see her being an instigator other than sly flirting, she’ll wait for you to instigate
• rambles about you all the time to friends/family
• “I know Rarity, you’ve told us this story 20 times”
• she’ll always be dressed up, has to have an outfit for every situation
• (out dresses you)
Pinkie Pie
• love language is definitely throwing parties
• got a job? party.
• birthday? party.
• finished an assignment? party
• optimistic gf (your biggest cheerleader)
• feeling down? another party.
• I can see her love language being acts of service
• throwing parties for you as stated earlier, but she’ll also bake sweets and such to show her care
• definitely can see her say she loves you VERY early into the relationship
• (house might be messy often, but it’s out of love, she’s a little chaotic but we love her for that)
• goes crazy if someone comes at you, she has that other side
• hates conflict with you, she’d deflate if you came to her upset at her at something she’s done
• wants to find a solution fast
• definitely a talker (good luck getting a word in)
• she’s silly and wants to make you smile and laugh often
• 50-50 of an instigator
• if she instigates it’s absolutely completely done out of no where
• first kiss? out of no where. you were just walking in town on a regular Monday morning
• supports you in all your crazy ideas and thoughts (super easy going and laid back)
Fluttershy
• soft “mom” gf
• a homebody, so most dates are most likely spent indoors
• movies, dinner in, etc…
• wants to show you all of her creatures when you first begin dating
• love language is words of affirmation
• complements you often
• “no I agree, that outfit is very nice”
• if someone insults you, they’re done. Fluttershy has a killing stare
• 100% supporter, but will tell you if an idea is a bit dangerous (she’s concerned about you)
• if you two argue, she’s definitely crying
• a peacemaker (avoids conflict, but if it has to be done she wants to find a middle ground. without yelling preferably)
• not an instigator. you’d have to start most things
• enjoys nature walks, morning yoga, reading. All done with you
• house is clean 24/7, she cant stand a mess
• calls you sweet nicknames like babe, love, etc…
Applejack
• 100% an instigator, but wouldn’t mind you taking charge every now and then (might find it amusing)
• she’s a big flirt, holy cow
• if she likes you, she’ll make her interest known through little things
• if you respond well to her flirting, good golly she’s going to do every and anything to make you shy/smile
• a family girl, she’ll definitely introduce you to her family very soon in the relationship if you haven’t met them already
• 100% is an acts of service gf
• need to take trash out? she’s done it already.
• crazy nicknames like pumpkin pie, honey cake, sweetest peach, etc…
• (equestrian girls only) with all the work she does on the farm, she’s MUSCULAR muscular
• (she’ll purposefully flex when you’re around)
• someone insults you? she’ll give them one warning before she knocks them out cold
• very caring, sometimes overly caring
• you’re sick? swaddled, she won’t and can’t let you leave
• definitely brings baked goods over to your house often
• arguments with her don’t happen often, but are often harmful if they do
• she got upset. stormed off. you go after her. blinded by jealousy, she insults you
• the second she sees tears, she’s apologizing
• (equestrian girls only) if you wear jeans, she 100% does the hand in back pocket thing
• competitive, has to win. (let her win, please)
Sunset Shinmer
• this girl is for sure a words of affirmation gf (as well as touch)
• writes reminders on sticky notes and places them randomly over your place
• “wash your dishes please :)”
• if not already shown through the shows, she’s very perceptive
• quieter than normal? she’s checking in on you
• as for touch, if you’re near her she’s placing a hand on you (waist, shoulder, thigh, etc)
• Sunset is comfortable instigating, but if you instigate she’ll find it sweet
• dates are random. you two could play games or have late night talks or she’ll play music for you
• definitely snarky at times, likes to tease you
• arguments with her. they hurt.
• she does care for you, but when she’s angry I can see her saying MEANN comments in the heat of the moment
• she gives you the cold shoulder after, needing to calm down
• a day or two later she’ll come back to talk/make up
• definitely enjoys cuddling, she’s a big spoon
• if someone insults you, she’s hostile
Rainbow Dash
• the sport/competitive gf
• supporting her at her games/shows
• she doesn’t have a lot of patience, you’ll have to calm her down OFTEN
• 50-50 on instigating, depends on her mood/the moment
• will get a little shy if you instigate, but she has the confidence to instigate as well
• not an open communicator, keeps her pain/issues to herself, doesn’t want to ask for help
• you’ll have to be direct and sit her down if you want an open conversation (she opens up and seeks your help after dating for a bit)
• (equestrian girls only) does the shared AirPods thing with you
• school ends and she’s already handed you her other AirPod
• definitely needs to be tutored
• will do anything to get out of a tutoring session with you. ANYTHING. (take that as you will)
• def a prankster with you, finds her own jokes/pranks hilarious
• it’s the same with trying to get her to open up. if you two fight, she’s keeping what she feels bottled
• she’ll get upset and act like nothing’s wrong until she explodes
• if someone insults you, she’s not warning them like applejack (she’s throwing hands)
• love language is quality time and acts of service
• wants to spend time doing things you both enjoy (she may not enjoy it, but she won’t complain because you’re happy)
• her acts of service are “the little things”
• she shows she cares through small things like excusing you two from a social event if she notices you’re a bit overstimulated (will get shy if you bring these things up)
• weirdly very VERY observant
• if she sees you shiver, she’ll give you her coat wordlessly
• if you’re doing a show/school speech, she’ll know you’re nervous and give you water and stay near you
• protective, will save you and boast (she wants you to praise her)
• “I’m so fast aren’t I?”
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DO NOT COPY MY WORK. THE MLP CHARACTERS AND SHOW ARE NOT MINE, BUT THIS WRITING IS. DO NOT TRANSLATE WITHOUT PERMISSION.
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icy-watch · 3 months
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Lloyd is not a master, and Wu is lost in time.
I'm going to guess that the next season is going to be about Lloyd really taking on the title, and the ninja trying to find Wu. And oni are involved somehow.
Beyond that, I'm not really sure what's going to happen. I know that a majority of y'all really like these next 3 seasons, and that you've said the animation is stunning bc the budget increase from the movie. And the characters get upgraded looks, also bc of the movie.
So, I'm really looking forward to it. But first, we have Decoded and the movie. Decoded will be tomorrow. If I can, I'll try to start the movie tomorrow as well, but it will most likely be a Sunday/Monday thing. So, until tomorrow!
Below the cut are the predictions I got right and wrong
Correct
Time shenanigans and hijinks. Less that I thought there would be.
Acronix either sped up Wu's aging or severely damaged his internals. I forgot I made this guess on the first episode. I didn't know it would be a whole thing this season.
We will learn more about Kai and Nya's parents. We did! But not enough.
The numbers Zane was saying were coordinates. They were latitude and longitude points to the Time Blades' locations.
Jay will go to the scrapyard to protect his parents. There was never any doubt that he would.
The apparatus Krux was having Borg build was a time machine. A giant mech time machine.
Something will happen to the GPS Nya installed into Zane. Something did, I just can't remember what it was.
Wu is not going to do well as a prisoner. He really wasn't doing well in general, but it did get worse after he was taken as a prisoner.
Kai and Nya will meet their parents and familial conflict will ensue. It did, and then Ray almost died, and there was time travel.
Krux and Acronix will not use the fourth Time Blade to help save Wu. It wouldn't have benefited them at all to heal him, so why would they have?
Kai and Nya time traveled. And they had to pretend to be their parents for a whole 5 minutes.
They traveled to the past, and now Kai and Nya need to help out the previous Elemental Masters. Was not actually expecting this one to be correct.
Incorrect
Krux and Acronix will travel through time to collect all of the Time Blades. This would have been a fun idea.
Zane will be down and out until they can get Borg back. Nya was able to get him up and working. Albeit some... issues. And the loss of Pixal.
Kai will tell Nya about their parents in the next episode. It took him SO LONG to tell her.
The collecting of the Time Blades will parallel the collecting of the Fangblades. Not really. No.
Ronin and the other Elemental Masters will come and help the ninja collect the remaining Time Blades. They did not.
Ronin is Samurai X. He sure wasn't!
Karlof will call in reinforcements or be a member of the reinforcements. They really could have used his and the other Elemental Masters' help.
Partially
Krux and Acronix needed Borg to help create a time machine, so that they could travel through time to collect the Time Blades. The time machine part is right, but not the reason why.
Kai recognizes the symbol as his parents/fathers. I predicted way too early that he knew what it was and who it belonged to, but he did recognize it in some way.
Unconfirmed
Samurai X knows the ninja on a personal level. As their identity hasn't been confirmed in the show, I'm putting this down here.
Pixal is with Samurai X. See above.
Pixal IS Samurai X. See above.
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saltydumples · 6 months
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I'm rewatching AVPM and I just had to make some PR1 incorrect quotes:
(I'm putting it under the keep reading tab because the post ended up being kinda long, oop--)
Junk: *singing* Are you kids ready to fight a dragon?
Junk: Of course you aren't, you're just children! What the hell am I thinking?
Kara: Now, let's leave these big baby childish jerks alone.
Chilled: *entering* Did someone say ChilledChaos?
Platy:WelcooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--
Ze: Hey, guys, chill. I'm busy.
Ze: *commences epic piano playing*
Kara: *takes his keyboard away*
Everyone else: *immediate panic*
Skadj: Woah. Woah! WOAH!
Shubble: No, no, no, NO--
Platy: Did you just hear something?
Jeremy: No. Only quiet. Maybe...one raindrop...
Skadj: ...and even if we do, Cheesy over there will probably tell on us.
Kara: Cheesy won't tell--
Cheesy: Oh yes I certainly will!
Chilled: I love you all...
Chilled: Except you Tay, I can't fucking stand you.
Shubble: When I rule the world, I'll plants flowers~
Kara: When I rule the world, I'll have SNAKES!
Skadj: No - NO! I'm miserable!
Skadj: *points dramatically at the massive chocolate bar he's eating*
Kara: Drop the attitude ZeRoyalViking!
Kara: You are acting like Garfield on a Monday...
Ze: >:0
Chilled: It's just like the Spiderman movie - haven't you seen that? MJ and Peter Parker can't be together.
Ze: But the whole point of Spiderman 2 was that MJ and Peter Parker could be together in the end.
Chilled: Yeah, I know, but the point of Spiderman 3 is everything sucks and that falls to shit!
Chilled: Ze, what I'm trying to say is...I don't want my life to be like Spiderman 3. I hated that movie.
Skadj: Do you want to kick your own ass or should we do it for you?
Greg: Yeah!
Cheesy: Oh, uh, well I guess if you're giving me the option I'll...I'll kick my own ass.
Chilled: Nobody help me! I've gotta do this by myself.
Courtilly: He doesn't mean that! It's not how he operates. Who are you going to use as a human shield this time?
Ze: *walks foward*
Kara: *pulls him back* Ze.
Ze: Oh.
Platy: Is 'okay' good?
Jeremy: Platy! Okay is wonderful!
*slowmo running and emotional, happy music commences*
Chilled: *crying* You think that killing people might make them like you but it doesn't...
Chilled: It just makes people dead!
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magic-thing · 4 days
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6 DAYS TILL GXK!!! (I only saved this as a draft yesterday and I didn’t post it. I’m gonna kill someone)
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Le original idea
Yes, this was what I imagined before it was confirmed that Mothra will be in the movie. Now that we know she will be in the movie, it will go like this:
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Ah Mosu! The sunshine social butterfly. Who doesn’t like her? Also I love the way I drew her here, she looks so cute!
I think I like my messy style more than the clean one, at the moment. It hides the imperfections. 🤡
I’ll post the Minus comic on Monday. I’m STRUGGLING with the monologue, and that would be exactly 2 weeks since he won. It’s close too anyways, and I’ll be able to expand on it a bit more.
Also fun fact: Up to this point I only managed to post these before midnight once. Saying this cuz I’m extremely late at the moment. So yeah, the time is technically incorrect but I count a day according to my sleep so no, I am posting this in time.
Edit:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DIDN’T POST THIS YESTERDAY?! I ONLY SAVED IT AS DRAFT?!
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Well anyways, two posts today then.
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elcondorpasas · 2 years
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Can you use romantic prompt 28. “I’m very lucky that you put up with me.” For Steve Harrington where the reader is Dustin’s older sister and like her brother, she has known it all moments but Steve finds hers endearing and cute?
Wonderful Tonight | henderson!reader x steve harrington
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Romantic, 28. "I'm very lucky that you put up with me."
summary you, being a henderson, were typically right. you just needed your boyfriend, steve, to admit it.
warnings no real warnings, maybe a touch of insecurity? some fluff at the end <3, not proof read though
a/n I haven't been much on a steve kick lately, so it was hard to find inspiration to write this. sorry if it's really short :( I hope this is okay and is what you were looking for!
cross listed on ao3 - HERE
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“I’m telling you, I’m right. You’re wrong.”
Steve couldn’t believe his ears. It’d been 20 minutes and you were still at it, trying endlessly to prove your point.
 “Baby,” Steve huffed, his patience wearing thin this time, “I promise you. I may be an idiot, but I think I remember the day we met.” Normally, Steve kind of got off to you being a know it all. He thought it was insanely cute how worked up you’d get yourself just trying to prove him wrong. However, after the first ten minutes, he was finding this conversation turned argument to be a little draining. 
Now, you could believe your ears. Of course, Steve was wrong. He often was. You were certain you know this for a fact. To be honest, it was kind of irritating you that Steven had forgotten. It made you feel a little shitty and like you weren’t as important as you thought you were to him. You knew in your head that that wasn’t the case at all, but sometimes your overactive imagination and constant need to be right got the better of you.
“Steven,” you deadpanned, “you’re totally incorrect.” 
A shuffle from the back of the Family Video store alerted you both to another person’s presence. Your mutual friend, Robin, was sleepily trudging through the office door after having slept through the duration of her half hour break. It’d been two months since you all had been to hell and back. Taking out Vecna had been no small feat. It took its toll, mentally and physically, on you and your group of friends. Things had started to finally feel normal once again, or as normal as they can be in Hawkins, Indiana. However, sleep was still something you all had struggled with. The nightmares, cold sweats, not-there-shadows in the corners of your rooms. It helped to have someone with you, for which you were extremely grateful to Steven for. Whenever one of you would relive an awful memory or your darkest fears of losing one another would plague your dreams, you had each other to cling to – to ground yourselves. Other members of the group, the single ones, the kids, they found sleep when they could. Luckily, it was now summer and most of the group could never had to justify their frequent naps or mid-day sleeps. It was always easier to sleep while it was daylight.
“Robin, you gotta back me up here,” Steve pleaded as the young girl came around the corner of the register and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “I don’t know what you two are arguing about this time, but I’m on her side,” Robin yawned while pointing towards you. A small, triumphant smile overcame your face.
“See,” you laughed, “I told you!”
Steve rolled his eyes, his didn’t want to partake in this conversation anymore. He had about twenty tapes left to rewind and return to the shelves and only ten minutes left of his shift. He hoped he’d get them all done, even weighing the option of staying later to get it done. He did not want to come in tomorrow morning and have the unfinished task waiting for him. He loved opening on Mondays, they were the most peace he got all week between the kids, Robin, and you. He loved you and all of his friends dearly, but sometimes Steve just needed a couple hours to himself, and he’d prefer to not spend those hours rewinding stupid movies. 
“Well,” you pushed, “I’m waiting.”
Steve sighed, “Babe, let me finish these and my shift will be over. I’ll drive you home then, okay?”
You just stared at him. Steve popped a tape that had finished rewinding back into its case and restarted the process with another video. He briefly looked up to you to see the annoyed look on your face, “What?” His eyebrows drew together. 
“I’m waiting for you to say I was right.” Now your annoyance was growing. He really wasn’t going to fess up? 
The look Steve gave you was pure shock. He was surprised you were taking this that far that you were getting upset about it. He hated when your conversations got this way. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, because you were usually right and Steve had no trouble confirming when you were, even if it means admitting he was wrong. But you were wrong this time. For once, Steve Harrington was not in the wrong. 
“I always admit when I’m wrong, babe, but not this time. I’m telling you, our first kiss was not to Careless Whisper. That is so cliché on so many levels.”
“Oh, so now our first kiss is cliché?” 
Steve winced, “No, I didn’t say that. I said having your first kiss to Carless Whisper is cliché. We’re safe though because we did not have our first kiss to that song.”
Robin’s sleep deprived head popped up at the subject of your fight being revealed.
“Steve Harrington, I have a 4.0 GPA and I’m on track to graduate as my class’s valedictorian. I can do advanced trig in my sleep. I think I can remember what song we locked lips to for the first time,” you countered. Your hands had found their way to your hips and one eyebrow cocked upwards. 
“I’m not insulting your intelligence, baby. You are way smart, just maybe this time you’re being a little forgetful. Our first kiss was to Every Breath You Take.” Steve smiled, fondly remembering the way his hands shook the first time he leaned in to kiss your cute lips. 
Your nose scrunched up, “Ugh, as if, Harrington! That song is way creepy. I would not have been in any romantic mood enough to kiss you with that shit playing.”
“Hey!” Steve gasped, “You take that back, Henderson. Sting is the voice of our generation!”  
Steve crossed his arms over his chest, long forgetting the tapes that needed to be rewound. Robin had to stifle her laughs as she watched you too bicker. She was thoroughly enjoying this. Normally, you were right and you and Steve would argue for a couple minutes before you proved him wrong and he’d apologize and kiss you lightly on the side of your head. But now (oh yes, Robin was enjoying this) you both were wrong. 
“You’re wrong, Steve. You need to face the facts. We kissed on your back porch during Dustin’s welcome back party. It was right after Max pushed Lucas into the pool, remember?”
“Of course I remember,” Steve rolled his eyes, “and the song that was playing was Every Breath You Take.”
“No, it was Careless Whisper!”
“Every Breath You Take!”
“Careless Whisper!”
“Every Br-“
“Christ! Can you two shut up already?” 
You two turned mid argument to look at Robin who had begun to rub her temples and had her eyes crewed shut. “You two are insufferable. It was fun at first, but Jesus! You bot are wrong, okay?”
Robin had never butted in on your arguments before. She typically let them play out or would egg you guys on with Dustin or another one of the kids if they were present. What started this time as fun watching you two fight, had turned into a major headache. 
“Oh yeah, Buckley? And what do you know?” Steve grilled the girl. 
“Yeah, go ahead, Rob. Tell us.” You smiled.
Robin sighed and laid her head down for a moment before lazily picking it back up to roll her head towards you two. She looked both of you in the eyes and pursed her lips. 
“You’re both wrong because I made the mix for that party.”
Both you and Steve shared a look, “Ok. And?” You pushed. 
“And,” Robin turned away towards her small backpack laying against the stool she sat ontop, “I still have the tape. One second.” Robin turned her attention to her bag. You and Steve shared another look.
“Look, Robin, this has nothing to do with our discussion, ok? Now, if you’ll excuse us. I was just about to prove, Steve wrong.”
“Oh, really?” Steve asked sarcastically. He turned his attention back to you and got a bit closer, “Well maybe I was just about to prove you wrong!”
“Both of you shut the hell up!” Robin cut in again. “God, if you two would just listen for a second. I made the mix for that party. That means I oversaw every song that played. I know for a fact that neither of those damn songs are on this tape,” she finally found what she had been digging for and held it out to the two of you. 
You took the tape from Robin and turned it over to read the names of the songs scribbled on the listing paper. Steve had moved even closer to peer over your shoulder. The both of you read the list of songs multiple times. Robin was right. Neither Carless Whisper nor Every Breath You Take was on this tape.
“However,” Robin said pulling the tape back from your grasp, “a little romantic Clapton number is on this tape.”
You didn’t need to look at Steve to know he was turning just as red as you. 
“And if you both remembered correctly, then you’d know that Wonderful Tonight was playing when Lucas tried to kiss Max in front of everyone and that’s why he was pushed into the pool.” Robin sat up with a knowing look on her face. She knew she had gotten both of you. 
“I’m waiting,” she said, a smirk on her lips.
Both you and Steve mumbled your own versions of, “You’re right.” “Sorry, Robin.”
“Good, now…both of you leave. Steve, I’ll finish the tapes for you and lock up,” Robin turned away again and hoped off her stool to head to the employee restroom. Without another word from either of you, Steve and you grabbed your belongings and left the store. 
The ride back to your house was painfully awkward and quiet except for the rock radio station playing on a low volume. Shame ran hot through the both of you. The tension in the car was awfully thick. It was up in the air who would say ‘Sorry’ first. Sure, you’d both apologized to Robin for your very public lover’s quarrel, but you’d yet to apologize to each other. Steve threw his car into park at the end of your driveway. Your mom was home, meaning Steve wouldn’t be coming up to hang out for a bit. Your mother was overprotective and hovered a lot, leaving you and Steve no time to enjoy each other’s company.
“Look,” Steve stared but you didn’t let him finish because you were blurting out an apology before he could even form his mouth around his own. You both turned to look at one another.
“No, I’m sorry,” Steve leaned in towards you and brought his hand down onto your thigh.
“Steve, really, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”
“Well, I should’ve remembered,” Steven shook his head. You chuckled, “Well, I forgot too, silly.” 
You both let the quiet take over for a moment. Just the two of you staring at each other.
“I hate fighting with you, y’know?” Steve’s hand had come up to your face and his thumb brushed against your cheek. “Even when it’s over something stupid.” 
“I’m sorry my mind thinks I have to be right constantly,” You admitted. “I’m very lucky that you put up with me, Harrington.” You look up and smile sheepishly at him. His eyes soften and before you can react, he’s pulling you in for a kiss. It’s long and sweet, not hurried, or hungry for anything else. Steve loves kissing you like this, just savoring being with you and knowing you’re safe in his arms.
“Normally,” Steve said, pulling back from the kiss, “I wouldn’t put up with that from anyone else, not even your brother. But I love when you prove me wrong, Henderson. It’s kinda hot.” You giggled at his confession and pulled him back for another kiss. “And now, we’re taking back to 77 with this Clapton Classic,” the disc jockey announced over the radio. Neither you nor Steve cared or even noticed as the opening riff to Wonderful Tonight played softly through the car’s speakers.
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spiritofcamelot · 8 months
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007 Fest 2023 Masterpost
To my surprise, I didn't actually do any rare ships this year. Not even anything for my beloved Bond/Tracy! Maybe I'll think of one more thing quick tonight, but for moving halfway across the country during July, I think I did pretty great.
Collab Table - Mock Magazine covers
Inked cover (Also filled a prompt sheet prompt) National Trust Cover Time cover The Housewife cover Vogue magazine Science magazine Bon appetite magazine Marie claire magazine WIRED cover Atlantic magazine
Yes, there's more than 9 there. I don't know what happened.
Non-Human Table
Humans AU Shapeshifter AUs Pixies at MI6 Vampires at MI6 headcanon (Headcanon Day) Not yet set in our ways, we forge a new path (Also filled a prompt sheet prompt) Mermaid AUs (Characters of Color Day) Making an Exception (Drabble/Doodle Day) A Fool in Fool's Wool Endless headcanons (Crossover Day)
Scavenger Hunt Items
#1 - sent an anonymous message of positivity #6 - Created an OHMSS themed crossword #9 - Create an "incorrect quotes" post (And included a bonus meme) #10 - The Six Squad are on tumblr, what post would they blaze to 10,000 people? (Felix Friday) #12 - Wrote an acrostic poem for a Bond title #17 - Make a James Bond poster featuring a landmark in your town or landscape that could play a part in a Bond movie. #25 - Moneypenny's bedding set (Moneypenny Monday) #26 - Show us your pet working for MI6 #33 - Solved both KittenKin's and Bluebell's crosswords #43 - gifted Sunk to Anya since it was based on her image prompt
Other Headcanons
Tanner's camping headcanons (Tanner Tuesday) Pixar crossover headcanons Texting headcanons Paloma's costume party (Also filled a prompt sheet prompt)
Recipes
Florentine chicken recipe (Food Day) Kerim Bay's dinner rolls
Other Creations
Paloma fic recs (Commenting Day) Comisserations (OC Day) Adapted and ran an audio escape room (Something New Sunday) Minds Blown
Events
Attended 3 long fic readalongs Attended 4 productivity hours Attended a music game, bingo, and 14 watch parties
Hosted 2 productivity hours
And left over 200 comments! (I'm still going but this needed to get done before I forgot.)
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andmaybegayer · 2 months
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Last Monday of the Week 2024-01-15
back in the saddle
Listening: The Skeleton Dance, a single from Perennial which I clicked on solely because the title and band name go together so well.
Short and sweet post-punk snippet. Go check out their other albums, probably? I'm still going through those too.
Reading: New Murderbot, which I am very glad to say I actually liked. I did not really like Network Effect because it was too all over the place and felt more like three murderbot novellas in a trench coat. System Collapse is much more tightly written thing that actually fits its length.
Two big things going on that make it work: a strong focus on Murderbot having a hard time dealing with trauma because it refuses to acknowledge it is like a human in any way. Murderbot not wanting to be human and refusing all attempts to characterize it like a human are such strong parts of its personality that it's interesting to see it get hit by that revolving door.
The other thing is very tightly constraining the tools and environment. Murderbot has strict enough rules and solid enough explanations that mechanical limitations build well into actual narrative tension. Murderbot only having two camera drones and no armour is responsible for a solid half of the tension of the book, and controlling how much access it has to other systems is a big driver of the ebb and flow of that tension.
Murderbot as a series has such a delightful economy of worldbuilding. There's the entire implied world of hyperintelligent bots existing just out of view, things on par with Peri hiding in systems and allying with a select group of humans because it likes them. The whole human/construct/bot divide is repeatedly shown to be extremely blurry, which is fun because Murderbot treats it as unimpeachable truth.
Also one of the handful of book series where I read about some little thing and search for parts at my electronics supplier.
I have just started Hannah Ritchie's new book Not The End Of The World which is a bookified form of her general research on "things are getting better, there's a long way to go, but fatalism is not only unproductive it's incorrect". Having already read a lot of her work it retreads that a lot, and if you see a long patch of text without any citations you can skip over it, but it is handy to see all the numbers laid out.
Ritchie's research seems more correct than not most of the time, so while I do sometimes go "oh come on" at specific claims or propositions, it's generally interesting and worthwhile if you care about the data behind modern climate change and how it relates to economic and technological development.
It is really funny how much of climate discussion really does boil down to "for the love of god stop burning things."
Watching: Noah's Shark at Bad Movie Night, a Polonia Brothers movie about the curse laid on the secret fourth son of Noah when he brought a demonic third shark on the Ark. Yeah.
It's on YouTube in its entirety.
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There's something funny about the fact that the Polonia team have put out so many movies that even their bad movies have flashes of clear competence in writing. Some genuinely good banter in between everything else going on in this movie.
Playing: Briefly picked up Dark Souls long enough to get to the Capra demon, but I have not tried to fight it yet.
Making: 3D printing a microphone holder for Dark Souls recordings because I did like editing those supercuts and the bad audio was killing me. Had a good time experimenting with dovetails and other sliding joints. Learning a lot about OnShape, especially poking at the Assembly system for the first time and finally using it enough to start picking up the shortcuts in earnest.
Tools and Equipment: Hey did you know that oranges are one million times easier to eat if you just cut them into slices and then peel the skins off. I have basically not eaten oranges for years because you can't peel them easily by hand. Oranges are great. Just cut them into quarters and go to town.
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Let's do a "Memory Monday" blog.
I might have posted these pictures a while ago but.. I want to take a moment to mention how a lot of people's perceptions or understandings of tattoos are sometimes incorrect.
I recently learned that many folks think tattoos, while they tell a story, that story is about your past, you're carrying your past on your body.
Uhmmm, I'd like to help, constructively correct or de- myth this quotation, assumption.
This was my very first tattoo that I got back in 2011. I've always wanted a pretty rose tattoo on my upper arm since 7th grade, junior highschool. I never could get one due to Muckle Wells syndrome and chronic skin hives. This is what happened;
In 2010, I went to National Institute of Health (NiH) in Maryland, USA with a doctor's referral, to find out what was causing the skin hives, they were becoming more bothersome, from small shapes to large sore red welts. I hated them, mainly because I was bullied about them, I was excluded from school gym classes or people stared at them no matter where I went, the beach, shopping mall, the movie theater, concerts etc.
After 24 tubes of blood taken in a half hour and sent to their lab, (I drank 2 small cans of orange juice while the technician drew all that blood) in just one weekend, they found out what I had, Muckle Wells syndrome. The awesome team of doctors there at NiH created some DNA modified chromosome medicine that helped to cure and get rid of the skin hives! It was a miracle! I was so overjoyed, there were tears of happiness!
After a month on the new medicine, I decided to be brave and get that tattoo I always wanted. I was happy to finally go from "ugly duckling" into a beautiful swan. The very story that my Mom read to me when I was a child, dealing with growing pains as I became a teen into young adult and not feeling accepted by people. Over the years, Mom used to remind me of that story, each time, I had a bad day, when I lost my self esteem, when I felt ugly. She also made frequent references of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. 🐛🦋
So excited about finally getting a tattoo, I drew five different designs of the rose I thought I wanted.. I didn't want just any rose, I wanted something unique. I wanted the graphic artist in me to shine! I took my drawings to Darker Side Tattoo in Bonita Springs, Florida. After explaining my health celebration and rose designs with the tattoo artists, we came to a collaboration of this final design.
I'm a person who wears her heart on her sleeve, I'm a very empathetic and sensitive person...so we created a heart from the leaves, to signify "heart on sleeve." 💚
Why did I chose a rose and not any other flower? In life, it's never all roses without the thorns. How will we know what happiness is, if there is no sadness? Life is of Yin and yang for check and balance, at least that's what I learned in 55 years. So the thorns on my rose remind me of that... nothing is easy, but we eventually get through it.
There is a letter S made of the stem. While it does represent my last name, it also signifies Strength, Security and Still Standing.
I've been through a lot, dealing with Muckle Wells syndrome, waking up deaf on November 14, 2001 and enduring 8 eye surgeries. I had days where I had breakdowns, a gut wrenching long cry, but I learned that crying is good, it's a healthy, healing cleanse, it releases emotional frustrations. It's also like riding a bike, you fall off, it hurts, you cry, but you can't sit on the ground forever, you have to get back up again, keep on moving forward in life. There are still some days where it's not easy to do but if we pace ourselves, one hour at a time, soon... a day passes then a week, then a month...you begin to realize, it's doable, we are succeeding in the game of life.
So for anyone to say that my tattoo, or any tattoo, only symbolizes the past, without asking questions, I have to honestly disagree with that assumption.
Please, always take a moment to ask someone about their tattoo/s, never assume. They aren't 'Tramp Stamps' they don't always signify the past...at least mine don't.
Thanks!
Love and light~
🤟☺️💜👍🐾🐾
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roosterbruiser · 1 year
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doing some incorrect quotes for my characters and here are a few good ones:
Faye: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.
Landslide uncle!Bob: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.
Landslide Bob: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.
Landslide dad!Bradley, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.
Faye: Be right back, gonna go hit the toilet for a quick power sob!
Landslide Bob: A fistfight CAN be romantic.
Landslide Bob, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.
Landslide uncle!Bob, lying on the floor, depressed: I'll never be a cop. I'm gonna have to be a robber.
Landslide Bradley: ...This is one of those moments where it doesn't really matter what I have to say, isn't it?
Landslide Hangman on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.  Landslide Hangman on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!
Landslide dad!Bradley, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
Faye: What do you call disobeying the law?  The Squad: A hobby.  Landslide Bob: *crosses his arms*  The Squad: That we do not engage in.
Faye: I think my guardian angel drinks.
Faye: Woah dude, premarital handholding? That’s just not cool or groovy.
Landslide Bob, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.
Landslide Bob: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.
Maggie: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.
Landslide dad!Bradley: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.
Landslide dad!Bradley: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?
Maggie: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy. (sorry this is literally evil)
Faye: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany! Faye, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.
Landslide Jake: My heart is guarded but like…very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R rated movie.
Landslide dad!Bradley, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Landslide dad!Bradley, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!
Landslide Jake: Yeah I'm LGBT. Landslide Jake: cuLt leader. Landslide Jake: God hates me personally. Landslide Jake: cowBoy hat. Landslide Jake: *sniffles* Trying my best.
Landslide dad!Bradley: I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.  Landslide dad!Bradley: There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.
Landslide dad!Bradley: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.
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elaine-abroad · 8 months
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Volume 5 Part 1
Week 4
I definitely tried to fit as much as I could into this last week to ensure I didn’t leave Korea feeling like I missed something. It was a little tiring doing that and wrapping up classes with final projects, but I’m ready to come home. 
To start off, Grace, Bianca, and I headed over to Itaewon on Sunday. To be honest, I wasn’t really sure what there was to do besides the club nightlife, but I thought that I can’t leave without paying at least one visit. The other two didn’t want to go to the famous street where the tragic crowd crushing incident occurred last Halloween so we ventured to the main streets and some smaller ones. We were feeling peckish after arrival so we went to a cafe that sold Western styled breakfast.
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I got berry compote french toast, Bianca got egg's Benedict, and Grace got banana walnut pancakes
They weren’t really good at serving us at the same time so I got my dish a good while after the others. Grace also eats faster than my boyfriend so it felt a little weird eating when she was almost done but that’s pretty much how it’s been when hanging out with her. 
Grace is apparently a big Barbie fan, so much so that it’s been on her list of possible Halloween costumes for a couple of years now. It just so happens that there was a Barbie cafe in Itaewon so we tried going there. Unfortunately all the tables were full and we had to put down a number, but only Grace had a working number. We never got a call and it was probably because it was an American number or something.
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We went to a bingsu place instead to combat the heat though. Bianca and I shared this injeolmi flavored one. Injeolmi is basically a sweet rice cake covered in roasted soybean powder. I’m not sure how to really describe it, but the powder is dry and tastes nutty. I’m pretty sure it’s the same powder used on Japanese raindrop cakes.
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It was also raining that day so we kind of decided to head back. There wasn’t much that caught our attention in Itaewon, but it was nice to visit.
On Monday, our painting teacher made us paint outside. It was not the most ideal, but I ended up painting a view of campus.
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After class, the three of us headed back to Myeongdong to see the nightlife and street food market. I was pretty dead set on coming back with cash. Before we got into the vendors, we did some shopping and got dinner.
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Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get photos of the fruit mochi I bought, but it was seriously worth my money. It looked like this though.
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I also got this honeycomb and ice cream taiyaki. You’ve probably seen taiyaki before – it’s that fish-shaped cake. They served it with a small chunk of honeycomb and that was the first time I tried actual honeycomb which was cool. It was fun chewing on the wax.
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On Tuesday, Grace and I got to go to the Starfield COEX Mall for our visual journal field trip. It’s pretty awesome that we were able to go on so many field trips for that class and that we got to go to a mall of all places. The mall was absolutely enormous. There was only one floor for shops, but we literally kept getting lost because of its size. Other cool things were attached like this massive library, aquarium, and movie theater.
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We sat down inside the mall for some food and got what was probably the most incorrect Indian food I’ve ever had. I say incorrect because the flavor was okay, but the execution and everything was wrong. I’m no Indian food expert, but I questioned a lot of the things. The drinks were wrong and had the wrong consistency, they used the wrong rice (we had to pay and it was such a small portion too) – things like that. I guess that’s what we get for trying to get Indian food inside of a mall in the middle of Korea.
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That night’s food made up for it though. One of the girls I hung out with after the Everland trip was turning 21. That same group went out for dinner to celebrate. We got kbbq in Hongdae because we all wanted to experience getting kbbq in Korea at least once. To be completely honest, it was a little pricey for the amount of food, but that was probably because of the fact that we had to share. I guess I’ve been spoiled by the kbbq buffets back home.
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In case you couldn’t tell, bingsu is a big deal here. And of course we ended the night with some. We shared some new flavors: tiramisu and mango apple cheese. 
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Wednesday was pretty uneventful. I had my painting final and we were given 2 hours to paint anything we wanted to, using the techniques we learned. It could be the plants we learned, something from Korea, or just anything we wanted. I painted the key parts of Korea for me which was basically Ewha’s ECC and all the field trips. I also included some flowers we learned.
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For dinner Grace and I went to this place called Witch’s Kitchen. It’s a witch themed restaurant with a vibe crossed between Halloween and Harry Potter. Some of the food options were decorated in a way that made it all more fun.
We were most excited for the drinks. I heard that they served them in blood bags and that they did. Each table had one of those liquid IV stands they give people at the hospital and filled them with our drinks. We got to control how much we wanted in our cups and it was really fun.
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I spent the rest of the night working hard on my visual journal project. I made a pop up book of where I’ve gone to in Seoul, basically the same thing as my painting final. It was a little bit of a risk since I’d never made a pop up book before. Albeit a little simple, it was a lot of fun. There was this lady that came into one of my classes in the second semester of freshman year who taught us the most basic techniques of pop up book making and I’ve wanted to give it a try ever since.
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We had a mini exhibition within our class the next day and it was cool seeing what everyone else came up with.
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Later that day, Bianca and I went out to check out the Gwangjang market, a traditional street market with lots of street vendors and mini restaurants. It was still light out when we got there so we got this white peach bingsu while we waited for the sun to set.
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My friend Iris told me to go to Cheonggyecheon Stream which I’m pretty sure is the man-made stream my dad told me to check out as well. It stretched out for quite long. Here it is before the sunset.
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Once we got back to the market, it was definitely a lot more lively. There were four main paths that we looked at.
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We were looking for one thing to eat and luckily many of the restaurants there sold it. I’m serious when I say don’t knock it till you try it because multiple of my friends expressed their disgust, but it was actually pretty good. I’ve wanted to try this for the longest time ever and have always seen mukbangers and foodies eat this. 
For those who haven’t been to guess it, it’s raw squid. This is often confused with live squid. To be fair, people here do actually eat live squid, but the raw squid we had was just raw, NOT alive. It’s only called live squid because the tentacle nerves continue to move after being chopped up. 
Anyways, it was doused in sesame oil which made it good for me. I’m not a seafood girlie and don’t even know why I liked it, but it was fun to eat. We also got bibimbap with beef tartare (also raw) which was also good. This day was all about trying traditional things so instead of getting a basic drink, I opted for Sikhye, a traditional Korean fermented rice drink. I kept seeing it on the street there so I decided to try it out. I noted how it looked like something my mom had always made and Bianca said that was because Korea always steals stuff from China.
We also ordered bindaetteok, a mung bean pancake with bean sprouts in it. It was very very good.
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We were quite full at the end of this so decided to get a snack that was truly authentic and worth it. I wanted Hotteok, a sweet filled pancake. My mom sometimes makes this for breakfast so it was cool to have it from the actual streets.
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The stream was really nice to look at and walk along once dark. We spent a little more time there before going back.
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whatshernameis · 2 years
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This is a tradition that I am late for @naruto-smut-monday, istg. I'll try to write and publish it earlier, so by the end of the year, I'll end up posting the last chapter within this year's range xD Anyway, this chapter is a bit sloppy, I'm sorry for that. I've found it very hard to work with this prompt, and I didn't want to put another person into the story. But I hope you'll like that chapter anyway!
Pairings: Nariko Mori/Obito Uchiha, F/M pairing Chapter TW: University AU, dirty talking, 69, that "teamwork" prompt treated very loosely, beer-pong, alcohol, my image of American-like college is based only on a few movies that I've seen and it's probably very, very incorrect. Chapter: 6/12 Chapter word count: 5,411 (46,103 for all work) Prompt for chapter: "Teamwork" Chapter summary: The universe found another place where Nariko and Obito should meet. At other times, and in an odd place that the university is Nariko again is pushed by her others to a specific place where she meets Obito, again in one of her many lives, even if the past ones are only dreams of them both.
Very NSFW
The stench of cigarettes was rooted deeply in every corner of the small gloomy room; crude wooden desk, old velour chairs that had seen better times, yellowed curtains on the window that let far too less light in than they should. Everything reeked with the nose-scratching odor. That and the smell of stale coffee, old cheap alcohol, and, god only knew why, cheese sticks, probably dropped and spilled far too many times on chairs and the carpet, making it linger in the air for the rest of its days in the small room. The group of people seemed to have some connection, after all, every person sitting tightly at the table had the same gray sash hung on their arms.
Like a sign of being a part of the group. 
And Nariko really tried to figure out why her friend and roommate, a purple-haired woman, whom Nariko would accuse of many debaucheries, was involved in such… Odd company.
After almost two and a half years, Nariko was finally invited to what she thought was an exclusive club at the University. And well, it turned out it’s much less than she’d expected - sitting in a dingy room, drinking tea and talking about the subjects Nariko wasn’t really interested in. Certainly, the time she spent on getting into the club, doing all kinds of tasks, more or less pointless, was time wasted when she now looked upon the group.
“So…” Nariko finally decided to speak up, earning curious but somehow angry stares from the people in the room, interrupting their talks about problems and subjects the young woman couldn't comprehend, “are we going to… Do something?”
“We are doing something,” the buffy man with an appearance Nariko could describe closest to the “Beast” from “X-Men” comics series, just without hair, spoke looking at her with disapproval, letting out the thick puff of smoke, “it’s called ‘discussing’. Aren’t you familiar with it?”
“I am? But I thought that maybe… You know…”
“Maybe I know what?”
“I thought that by ‘discussing’ you meant listening to the music… Or having alcohol…?”
The man opened his mouth to speak, but Yugao - Nariko’s friend that brought her here and assured her that their meetings are real fun, was faster, “you can drink if you want! Just- You’d have to go and buy it.”
“We don’t usually drink alcohol here,” he added. “It’s reserved for special occasions.”
“Well, I thought acceptance of a new member would be an occasion,” chuckling nervously, Nariko could feel the cold sweat trickling down her spine, as the looks from the group became even more unfriendly.
“Who said we're gonna accept you yet?”
“Oh- Okay, yeah, I’m gonna,” Nariko stood up from her seat, “go and buy something then. Maybe- I don’t know, I will hit your taste and you’ll like me more,” she lied, turning around on her foot, running from the ashtray-like room.
As she started to walk down the hall to the exit, with an intention to go to the store, buy alcohol indeed, but not come back there, the familiar voice called her, urging her to stop, or at least turn around.
“Nariko! Nariko, wait!” The violet-haired woman caught up to her, matching Nariko's. She seemed distressed, worried, and panicking. But it was a puzzle for Nariko. Was it because that group didn’t like her, or maybe she was afraid Nariko would stop being friends with her?
“Nice company you have there, Yugao…”
“They’re not like that every time, it’s just another-”
“Test? Oh hell no,” the brown-haired woman hissed, mentally scolding herself for such an exaggerated reaction. But it was a pain in the ass, fitting into fancy and imagined requirements, and Nariko was simply tired of it, “I’ve been through this for far too long, and I really wanted to have fun tonight.”
“You will, I’ll persuade them-”
“Look, I appreciate it, but-” She stopped when her hand touched the handle of the front door, “I think I’m just gonna go back to the dorm and drink alone.”
“But-” Yugao was panicking, and it was easy to see, “come on…- We’re friends and I-”
Nariko smiled. She liked her roommate. For the past few years, they bonded, sharing their secrets and heartbreaks, gossiping and fighting the problems together… And that one meeting wasn't something Nariko would consider a friendship breaker, “I really appreciate that you wanted to make me part of your group, but I don’t think I will ever fit there,” out of a sudden, Nariko hugged the violet-haired woman, “and it won’t change that you’re my friend.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. And I know it’s all about Hayate!”
A red blush that was painted on her friend’s cheeks was a vivid contrast to the artificial color of her hair. Nariko knew about it from the moment Yugao mentioned the man - the smile she had on her face, the almost angelic sighs when she was speaking about him, and finally, the way she looked at him, the sweet puppy eyes she made every time he passed near was enough for anyone to notice that she had an enormous crush on the man. Along with the blush came a girlish giggle, “oh, it’s that obvious?
“It is,” Nariko smiled, patting her friend's back, gently pushing her, “it’s fine. Go and have fun.”
“Okay… Wish me luck then,” Yugao smiled widely, still red on her face but calm that she is not losing her friend.
“Go get him!” Before exiting the building Nariko laughed, only waiting until her friend disappeared behind the nearest corner.
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Since it was quite late and all the stores, markets, and small shops were closed, the only place Nariko could buy anything was a gas station. Luckily, there was one near the dorm, a place of pilgrimages of many thirsty students, especially in the middle of the night, when there was no booze left or there was a sudden urge for munchies. 
But it wasn’t food Nariko needed at that moment; right away she walked up to the shelf with a limited amount and choice of wines. Well, after all, it wasn’t a winery, she couldn’t expect their fancy ones to be, besides her budget was allowing her to have rather cheaper ones. Fortunately, Nariko didn’t have such a sophisticated palate, and among the cheaper ones there was her favorite one - red and sweet, advertised as “fruity and perfect for the long evenings in a good company”. Right, the only company she would have tonight, would be her telephone, and maybe some porn. Hopefully, Yugao would stay at her party for a long time, and Nariko would have the time to blow off some steam… Especially after the dreams she has had recently. Weird enough that she dreamt of a man she had never seen - remembering only a few aspects like black hair and very dark eyes, the fact that the man was tall and had a raspy voice… And, well, that little detail every dream ended up in having just wild sex in different places. Bank of the lake, luxurious bedroom, or just a tree in some forest…
She would lie saying that these dreams didn’t make her horny. And since there was no man in sight that would appeal to her taste…
“I guess it will be you and me then,” Nariko sighed, looking at the bottle of wine she just bought.
“Bad evening?” The voice that suddenly appeared at her side startled her, almost making her drop the bottle and making the evening even worse.
“Kinda…” She turned to the source of the voice, to see a woman of a similar age to her, with black curly hair and burgundy contacts. “Do we know each other?”
“Oh, I’m Kurenai, from the “C” group?”
“Wait, Sarutobi’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” the woman laughed sincerely. Well, another one happily in love… “You must be Nariko from the “A” group, right?’
“I don’t know if I must be, but yeah, I am,” she couldn’t help but smile, and grab the extended hand in a pleasant handshake, “so, yeah, bad evening. I’ve been to the “Alpha, Nu, Beta, Upsilon” party but ugh…”
“Oh, I’ve heard about these,” Kurenai’s eyebrows knitted in a frown full of sympathy and pity, “a bunch of people sitting around the table pretending to be so exclusive?”
“Yeah… So I ran away, and now I’m here, with my partner for the night,” Nariko raised the bottle of wine she was holding.
“Well, you could use some lift of the mood. I can take you to my party!”
“Yours?”
“Well, my club. I mean, I’m part of the club. Come on, you’re gonna love it, I promise,” the woman grabbed Nariko’s hand, and without waiting for her answer pulled her by the hand. And it wasn’t like Nariko was going to protest. What other choice did she have? Party, maybe this time for real, or sit alone, drinking wine and masturbating?
Their walk wasn’t long, just a few streets down the campus. But the music was loud enough to hear it in the middle from afar. And the closer they would get, the more people they would meet - some were already leaving, sometimes on their own. Some, just like Nariko, were joining the party at the late hour, and that kind was far more common.
The place itself was big, the house looked like a typical movie-like fraternity house, and judging by the sounds with an extensive garden and a pool in the backyard.
“Welcome to “Kappa” house!” Kurenai laughed, seeing confusion and wonderment on Nariko’s face, “yeah, we have a lot of people in the club so… We rent a place like this.”
“Wait, ”Kappa”? Just “Kappa”? Not a fancy “Alpha, something-something”?
“Yeah! Why make things overcomplicated?”
“That should be a motto here…” Nariko murmured, earning another laugh from Kurenai.
The inside of the house was full, making it hard to maneuver between hot bodies, and watching carefully to not have any drink spilled into her cleavage. The chatter, the music, and all kinds of smells were in the air, making the atmosphere joyful; enough to make Nariko smile after taking a few steps in following a newly met friend. Finally, they made their way into the kitchen - the heart of every party. Best gossip and beer were spilled here, and with a drink already in her hand, Nariko was ready to throw herself into the vortex of fun, meeting new people, and who knows, maybe meeting someone for the night too? 
“Kurenai? You brought another lost soul?” The voice that came through the loud music made her shiver on the spot. That voice, raspy and deep… This was… The same as she dreamt of so many times! Or her mind just played tricks on her… It got even weirder when she turned around to see the man.
“Oh, this?” Kurenai chirped, patting Nariko’s back, “this is Nariko! Nariko, meet Obito!”
“Well it’s…” Nariko’s eyes were stuck on the man’s frame, noticing right away the outline of muscles showing from under the tight black shirt. But the fact that the man was muscular wasn’t something that made her look at him like he was out of this world. Not even scars, stretched all over the right half of his face and neck, were something that would bother her, or make the man off-putting. He was tall. His hair was thick and black, his eyes so dark… He looked exactly like the man from her dreams! “A pleasure… To meet you…”
“Mhm,” he leaned closer, inhaling the scent of perfumes Nariko wore, “the pleasure is mutual,” he purred straight into her ear. But he moved away before Nariko could do anything, or say something more. “I can take it from here, I’ll make sure our new friend will have…” He bit his lip, scanning Nariko with hungry eyes from the top of her head to the end of her toes, “...fun.”
“If it’s okay with Nari-” Kurenai looked at her, but Nariko didn’t let her finish.
“It’s okay. Yeah, I’m fine with that.”
Why wouldn’t she agree? The man from her dreams was standing right there, offering that he will take care of her for the night- Well it could end badly, she didn’t know shit about him but somehow… Nariko knew that he wouldn’t harm her. He wasn’t the type that would do so, having enough harm of his own in his life.
And little did Nariko know, the moment Obito saw her in the crowd, it was like an enlightenment. A woman he dreamt of every night, waking up with a painful boner after every dream where he could almost feel her lips cruising on his skin, kissing, nipping… Oh, he was getting hard on a mere thought on it.
And it wasn’t only an animalistic urge to fuck her, no. There was something more. Like he had a feeling they had met, that somehow he had an unnamed feeling to this one and that he would do anything to this woman whose name he didn’t know.
“Okay, have fun then!” Kurenai chuckled, seeing the stares that Nariko and Obito were holding onto each other. Laughing in her mind, that she brought another couple together she stepped aside, letting the thunderstruck duo have their space.
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Three cups of beer later and countless dances to lively music, Nariko finally had the chance to sit down; with her face flushed, and heavy breath she found her spot on the quite occupied couch - or more likely, on Obito’s lap.
The man didn’t step away for one moment. He laughed with her, they danced together, they talked like they were old friends. His touch felt so natural and comforting for Nariko, it was even weird to think that he could not hold her all the time. And it was obvious that the accepting and friendly demeanor of the woman made Obito open up in front of her, making him forget for the moment about the insecurities he had to live almost his whole life with.
And how many times they were so close to kissing… Nariko couldn’t count. And just like in this moment, when she had her fingers entwined in his black soft hair, and his hands gently pressed the small of her back, giving her the sign to move closer… The sudden shift of the crowd made them both turn, looking for the source of the interruption.
In the middle of the room, a few people started to set up the long but narrow table, with a line in the middle of it, dividing the table into 2 equal parts. Each side had drawn circles at the end - from four at the base, to one at the top. 
“What is this? It looks fun?” Nariko asked straight into Obito’s ear, making the man shiver.
“It’s a beer pong. Ever heard of it?”
“Oh-,” Nariko observed carefully how the cups were being dispensed and put in circles, and how each red plastic cup was filled with an equal amount of beer, “wait, it’s like you bounce a ping-pong ball to the cup, and if you hit the other team must drink what’s in the cup?”
The man suddenly seemed happy, a wide smile adorned his lips, making scars on his lips and around his mouth a bit deeper and more marked, “okay, so you know the rules! How are your aiming skills?”
“Mine? Terrible,” she chuckled but instantly turned her smile into a pout when Obito stood up and made her stand on the ground on her own feet. Another wasted opportunity for a kiss… Nariko wasn’t happy about it, “besides, even if I know the rules, I never played so-”
“Well, there is always the first time. I’ll sign us.
“Us?”
“Yeah, you play in the 2-player teams. It’s a game based on skill, teamwork, and on pure luck. And on how drunk you are” he giggled, “you're gonna do fine, trust me.”
Before Nariko could say something, protest or confirm that she is ready to get on a team with Obito - he was already putting their names on a whiteboard. It made her blush, the fact that their names were next to each other, with a little heart instead of a dot in “i”. Almost like a couple. 
She didn’t mind, hell no. It just felt… Odd. 
But still, somehow heartwarming and nice
In their first round, it was mainly Obito who did most of the job - taking on seriously his role of a “trainer” to show Nariko how to play properly, only from time to time letting her throw the ball. It went smoothly, the opponents were not that hard to beat, since both of them were barely holding their bodies vertically. The round ended with Obito and Nariko drinking one cup each, while the other team had to do a full 10 cups.
The second round was the time for Nariko to show what she learned from Obito, trying to impress the man as much as she could. He observed her every move carefully, admiring the delicate moves and focus. And maybe, Nariko wasn’t a pro player, her aim wasn’t as terrible as she thought. Out of 10 cups, Obito and her only had to drink 4, while they wrecked against another team, making them drink a full 10 in the process
In a third round, they started to take turns - both in drinking and throwing balls. This was a serious game, the semi-finals that could lead Nariko and Obito to play for the championship title… At least until the next party, where they could be challenged by someone, ready to take their title. But for one brief moment, they would be king and queen of… Beer pong. Yes, it was silly when Nariko thought of it. Yes, it meant nothing. But it would allow her to meet Obito more than once in her life.
It was the last throw but her thoughts were full of other things. Nariko couldn’t stop thinking about every ruined kissing chance they had. Whether it was just during the talk, or during the dance, every time it was so close and yet… Something had to interrupt them, every single time.
How would his lips feel? Would she feel under her own the little valleys created by the scars? Or his flesh would be soft, with the sweetest bewitching touch? How would he act, would he be fast or slow? Would he undress her right away, or wait, take her on a date, maybe more than one, and then-
She almost jumped, feeling his fingers digging into her shoulders, drawing small but firm circles on the edge of being painful, “what are you doing?”
“Bringing your focus back,” the man chuckled to her ear, “teamwork, remember?” His hand grabbed her in which she had the ball from the beginning of their turn. He stretched it, like he wanted to show Nariko how to throw and how to aim. His body was so hot, Nariko almost shivered, feeling how he adhered to her back. And she was sure that right on the curve of her ass could feel how Obito’s cock had started to become hard. Yet, the man remained calm, “now, aim a bit closer. The table is wet, and the ball will bounce differently.”
“Yes sir!”
“Remember, we’re a team. If you won’t succeed I will,” his hands grabbed her middle, holding her closely, “we’re left with one cup, and so are they. Hit it, and I promise I will reward you,” and with that, he pushed his hips gently into her, letting her feel more clearly what he had in mind.
Without the need for more encouragement, Nariko took a deep breath, and taking to the heard his advice and promise, she threw the small orange ping-pong ball.
The outburst of joy she witnessed was something amazing, making the whole home shake in its foundations. The crowd cheered, chanting their names, and drinking to their victory in the semi-finals.
“Holy shit!” Nariko cheered, turning around to Obito, to see his wide smile. This was her chance. He was close, everyone around was busy with drinking and cheering. If only she moved a bit closer, stand on her tiptoes and- 
It seemed like Obito had a very similar thought. Before Nariko moved to fulfill her plan, his lips were already on hers, hesitating a bit from moving further, only giving her small nibbles and bites. And it lasted only for a few seconds, before Obito, all red on his face from the sudden blood rush, moved away, “oh damn…” Nariko only managed to breathe out.
“You didn’t like it?”
“You're kidding? I love it. Do it again!”
He didn’t need another invitation. This time, not hesitating the tiniest bit, when Obito’s lips touched hers, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, searching for her muscle, pushing it against each other like in a feverish trance. Not minding the crowd that started to prepare for the next match, not minding the loud music, not minding anything. Like the world stopped existing, and time has slowed down.
“Upstairs, now,” the raven-haired man growled, moving away a bit, feeling how his cock was about to get painfully erect.
“You are an impatient one,” Nariko chuckled but obeyed his order. Letting him lead her to the room upstairs, she only pouted theatrically, “what about the final?”
“Ummm, fuck the final? You’re the woman of my dreams, you think I’d ditch the chance of having fun with you? Oh hell no. I’d skip every final ever to get even 5 minutes with you.”
Now that was… Odd. He was the man of her dreams. She was dreaming of him almost every night, despite not knowing him at all. And now, she was in his room, ready to fuck him or be fucked by him, not minding the wild mass of people downstairs, loud music, people that would probably search for them… “Your dreams, huh?”
“Yeah,” he wasted no time, almost tearing the shirt off her body, “you’re perfect,” Nariko would swear she heard how one of the seams in her pants was ripped when he was yanking her pants off. Or maybe it was his shirt when Nariko tried to take it off him? “In every inch.”
Only seconds were needed for them to get rid of the remaining clothes, the heat from their bodies felt almost like a living fire, burning them both to the core, urging them to connect their bodies in any way.
“You’re on a pill?” Obito breathed out, throwing the woman on the bed.
“No,” she rolled her eyes, although she was grateful that he was the one sober enough, as sober they could be after playing that damn game and did the honors to ask first, “do you have a condom?”
“Not in these pants. Do you?”
“Nope,” she tilted her head and grabbed in her nimble hand his erection, and she wasn’t sure if her hand was that small or his cock was just this big, “and even if I had, I’m afraid it wouldn’t be that big to fit.”
The complement tickled his ego in a pleasant way, turning a soft smile into a smug grin, “well too bad. You won’t have it inside, I guess.”
“Tough luck,” she picked her panties from the floor, “guess we need to get back to boring pa-”
“Hold your horses, princess,” almost tearing the lacy piece of material, he took it from her hand and threw it into the corner of the room, “you gonna leave me here, blue balls? There are other ways to have fun.”
“Oh are there?” Squinting her eye the woman teased him, purring out the next words she laid down on the bed, letting him hover over her body, “tell me about them.”
“We could try the back door-”
“Oh hell no fuckb-” she wasn’t given the opportunity to be indignant. Obito’s lips sealed her mouth for a brief second, but it was enough to shut her. Once he was looking at her from the above again, and his breath was crashing over her skin, Obito chuckled, amused with Nariko’s reaction.
“I love how all of you grow all ‘oh hell no!’ and act like a virgin you are certainly not.”
“Mhm, keep it like that and you will end up doing everything by yourself,” Nariko scoffed, raising her body a bit, as she was about to stand up, making the man laugh once again.
“You’re cute when you wear the frown,” he purred, pushing her on the bed. Her back hit the soft sheets, and as she bounced off the mattress, he leaned above her belly, “I could start from,” a kiss placed on her naval made her shiver, “tasting you,”
“That’s more like it,” her giggle was followed by a gasp when she felt a kiss on the inner side of her thigh, “and then?”
“Well, I could torment you some more until you show your gratitude,” the man’s purr vibrated so close to her core, Nariko almost moaned at the feeling “you may call it a different form of teamwork.”
“Yes, yes, anything, I agree!” How the hell did she get that wet so quickly? She could feel how juices leaked already from her pussy, and one glimpse at the man between her legs could only confirm that the man was enjoying the sight.
“Well, in that case,” Obito’s lips brushed over her womanhood while he spoke, muffling his words a bit, but Nariko didn’t care. This already sent a jolt down her body, and she was using the last bits of strength she had to not pull his hair and press him harder to herself, “as my princess commands.”
She was glad that the music was still loud, much louder than her moan. When he pressed his lips firmly to her cunt, she had no hesitation left; her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him close, locking in this position, not letting him part for even a moment.
And he enjoyed it. He would lie saying this wasn’t turning him on. Oh, how he regretted not having protection, although with this girl… The woman from his dreams, he could get risky in every way. 
Every moan that she let out was like the most beautiful song he ever heard, an anthem for a feeling that grew in him the moment he saw her. His hips moved, humping the white sheets, bringing a little rough stimulation. He could still recall how her hand felt around… But he wondered how her mouth would feel.
And quite quickly he was given a chance to find out.
His mouth wasn’t the only thing that Nariko could feel in the sweet chaos of ecstasy; fingers that first traveled through her body explored every curve and imperfection, squeezed here and there hard enough to leave a mark now were slowly sliding inside her. Gently, so he would not hurt her, coating his fingers in her juices, Obito was searching for that little spot that would bring Nariko to her end. 
“D-deeper-” Knowing her body Nariko whispered, close to her high, but not yet there.
Obito was more than happy to obey that. Pushing his fingers further into the wet pussy, he finally felt the slightly different texture under his fingers. Working fast with his digits and tongue, he made the young woman let out a loud scream. His name echoed in the room, feeling like the most beautiful word he had ever heard in his life.
Nariko needed a moment to take a breath; after all, past months were similar - her own fingers felt too familiar, and she knew every inch of the toys she owned. And him… His body was new to her. Every touch felt exciting, burning on her skin like a flame. She wished she could ride him now, feel his cock inside, pushing deep to her end… But maybe another time.
“So far it’s only your work,” she chuckled finally, feeling how her body became relaxed. But she knew this wasn’t yet the end of the night, “care to tell me what’s next?”
“Mhm,” the man hummed, laying beside her, on her back. His cock was touching his abdomen, twitching from time to time. The vein on the back pulsed, with every beat of his heart. He was ready and close to bursting. The scent of her juices on his chin and lips lingered around, fueling his arousal more and more, “now it’s your turn to put that pretty mouth to work.”
“Oh, is it?” She giggled, raising herself in her hands, “that sounds more like returning a favor than teamwork.”
“That’s why you're gonna sit on my face at the same time, my queen,” he pulled her hips closer, throwing Nariko’s leg over his body, “and I promise, this time I’m gonna eat you out as long as you gonna make me cum,” his arms wrapped around her thighs.
“Then why am I waiting?” With a hearty laugh, Nariko threw a last look at the man, before she placed a kiss on the top of the red cockhead, leaking already with precum.
His hips jerked at the mere touch, and it made Nariko smile widely again. So sensitive, so eager to be touched… Her lips wrapped around the top, sucking it gently. And she moaned, with her mouth full, feeling how his tongue dipped inside her hole, moving fast, faster as she started to pleasure Obito.
Well, if faster is what he wanted, then he shall have it. Without waiting for approval, or for him to have more fun toying with her cunt, Nariko took the hard member in her hand, and opening her mouth and throat wide, she took the warm length into her mouth, as deep as she could.
It brought the expected effect, Obito’s hips raised when his body arched slightly. Feeling the back of Nariko’s throat was almost divine, and he barely could focus on the leaking pussy he was enjoying so much. But, he said he will eat her out, and he had a goal to bring her to the edge once more. So the movements of his tongue became faster, almost erratic.
Nariko’s eyes rolled, feeling how his wet muscle started to play with her oversensitive clit, making her cunt quiver once more. She couldn’t stay in debt, her tongue rolled on his length, and her mouth slid up and down sucking either the whole length or just the tip. She was close, but she couldn’t cum just yet. Not until she would feel that he would be close too. 
And Obito was, but he wanted to enjoy the feeling while he could. He wanted to feel her pussy squeeze once again, feel it quiver under his mouth.
“You better hurry baby, it’s almost morni- Oh fuck-” His eyes rolled to the back, feeling the sudden rush in his body, when she added gentle touch to his sensitive balls, “yes, fuck, just like that,” and without a word more he pressed his lips to her clit, sucking the little nub quickly. Bringing her to her end at the same moment his cock twitched one more time, spilling his seed inside the woman's mouth.
When they both finally caught a breath, Obito let Nariko roll down on the sheets. Breathing heavily the woman chuckled, feeling nothing but pure bliss.
Obito felt the same, his mind was almost blank at the moment. Only a woman laying beside him was inside his head, filling his thoughts and his heart. After a minute or two, he sat down, looking at the sweated body laying next to him. Nariko’s chest raised with every heavy breath she took, making her breasts move slightly
“You’re beautiful…” He couldn’t stop himself from saying that, it just slipped away from his mouth before Obito could think about it.
“Oh Obito, I-” Nariko sat down on the bed, next to him, looking him deep in the eyes. She wanted to tell him what she felt, what feelings she had for the man, even if they met only on that night. But before she was able to form her words, something caught her attention, bright in the corner of her eye “look…” She sighed, and Obito turned his head to where she was looking at, “sunrise…”
The first rays of the sunlight fell into the room, shining on their faces, blinding them both.
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chansaw · 2 years
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idk and another thing i’ve been thinking about! since i’m feeling so free-tongued on this monday night! is that i just feel so disillusioned with the concept of fandom. i used to be so passionate about the stuff i loved but now i just feel… blah??? like maybe it’s just because there are so many insane people who stan six i’m just beginning to realize how abnormal the concept of “stanning” is.
join me under the jump for a ramble if you want.
edit: there is no jump because i forgot how to add read more on mobile. sorry
today for the first time in a while i decided to jaunt through the heathers tag on tumblr, maybe bc i’m feeling nostalgic/reflective what with graduation coming up. and it’s just the same thing over and over again: ship art. incorrect quote that doesn’t even gel with canon characterization. incorrect/inaccurate surface level analysis of the musical (ignoring the movie!). jd thirst post. ship art. ship art. ship art. rinse and repeat. and i’m like… is this all there is? same with six. it’s just wild mass guessing about costumes, alternate order, mildly offensive “sixsona-fications” of other historical figures, XD chaos goblin anne boleyn XD, grossly intrusive speculation about the personal lives of the actors - and that’s what gets me the most! people stalk these girls and it’s so disturbing. sam talked about an incident with her abusive ex-boyfriend where he hurt her in a particular way, and then a “paulynator” wrote RPF about sam that included this exact detail. like how dare you? what is wrong with you? why are these people documenting the names of their families on the six wiki? how is that relevant to six? these actors are human beings with private lives!!! god! i don’t know where i was going with this. maybe the reason im not getting that serotonin rush out of participating in fandom is because im [gasp] growing up?? evolving as a person? what a radical notion
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2/25-26/2024
sunday - monday
exporting the song again rn.
to be honest i am writing this ahead of midnight but i have thoughts in my head and also, surprisingly, i feel like playing video games. so rn i want to get my thoughts down, check the song, and thennn, idk, maybe play video games...
anyway the thoughts:
today something dumb happened i don't really need to go into, saying something even 'happened' is probably the incorrect read but i am usually too sensitive to what people say and how they say it, it was a discussion about misgendering and i had said "you can misgender a pet it doesn't matter," which is true, i think (i dislike ascribing human features to animals it feels grotesque especially when kindness between you and an animal (any animal, not pets) is founded on material grounds over anything else), but a whole thing came out of it, about misgendering and talking about it in front of me like i have no concept of that, idk, i know my name on discord says 'boy' but i feel like anyone who really knows me (i felt like some of these people should have) would realize that i'm at least not cis, and beyond that indeterminacy, i don't want to say anything. this obviously sucked, i disliked being talked down to, it felt like, but after i showered and looked at it, it just seemed like people wrapped up in complexes that they could not really shed or whatever and had to explain something to not feel, something, idk. i think i am intimately aware of gendering people and so on, it felt less like it really had anything to do w/ me and instead an internal person they invented out of me saying it's no big deal to not know if a cat is a he or a she and maybe it's funny to not know. i dislike being around people so neurotic, i guess, it just agitates. but the thoughts are actually not even like, about the people here, really.
the thoughts came later thinking on the film 'funeral parade of roses,' which is about transfeminine people in japan in 1969, gay culture at that time, there's documentarian moments interspersed, little interviews with the queens (this seems like a good thing to call them) and one in particular says, i am paraphrasing, of herself when asked why she is a "gayboy" (this was the term at the time) and she, not particularly bothered, i recall at least intones something that feels mostly like 'because', unperturbed by the term and feeling herself really, i think, sort of locating herself in the space granted when one is basically dead to the world, where broader sociality would like to dispose of you. this is aspirational to me, that movie speaks to me deeply, in the experiences it describes and its mania, it feels like something in my heart. i do my makeup like eddie, who is referencing twiggy i imagine, with the drawn on lashes. i carry it with me, as part of my face, as much as i can at least, when do makeup. i never want to do any other look. it's odd, maybe. anyhow, this thought collided with the reading i was doing yesterday from tiqqun in cybernetic hypothesis, not the part about panic but the oscillation between perverse enjoyment of one's desires, and then the involuntarism, the quietude and refusal to speak.
"first gesture, i fashion some reality, i disrupt, and i disrupt myself in the same act. all sabotage has its source there. what my behavior represents at that moment does not exist for the apparatus that is sabotaged along with me. neither 0 or 1 i am the absolute third. my pleasure exceeds the capacity of the apparatus. second gesture, i don't respond to the human or machine feedback loops that attempt to encircle me, like bartleby, i "prefer not to," i stand apart, i don't connect, i stay put. i use my passivity as a force against the apparatuses. neither 0 nor 1, i am the absolute nothingness. first phase: i take my pleasure perversely. second phase: i reserve myself."
tiqqun - the cybernetic hypothesis
i feel the quotation makes the connection more evident, but i feel the actor playing eddie, she elucidates this vantage in her speaking/nonspeaking, her existing and the relative quiet of her responses, at least in memory. perhaps i am wrong textually, or in half measures, but there's something here, i am sure of it. i suppose what i am thinking about right now is the gulf i feel between myself and others re: gender, a lot of the time, i don't want to really elucidate it, i don't want to be intelligible, i don't want to submit to what feel like apparatuses made to wrench people who were for long periods of history, decided to be decadent and deathly, corpses out of the ground, put back into circulation of discourses, every voice will be heard, every voice will speak. a transparency which asks us to confess, the cybernetic forces as an inquisition which ask a conforming to a certain kind of reason. idk, maybe this is too harsh on the people i know, i imagine they'd all basically agree with me, is the thing, but i feel so outside them, i don't engage how they do, i am here, and they are on the other side of something. it feels like their response to me talking about animals, was to revive discourse, or to invent it, and use the mode of discourse, platitudes drawn to maximal length, to lose all meaning but carry much weight, stones of language, the form/gesture itself more meaningful than the content, a method of production, i guess. it all comes down to methods of production, language is production, and for them if i was being 'nihilistic' by saying you could ignore a cat's gender (it has none, it conceives of itself, if it does, as a line passing over history, from meals to beds, from sunlight to elsewhere, and pain and the absence of pain, no subjectivity but the being there a center between many pulsions at any point in time, and needing to decide what it will do), i was being insensitive to meaning, i suppose, i did not mean to be, i care about not hurting people's feelings, i never would really, it just bothers me. i am othered, perpetually, any time i feel like i am speaking loosely. are others so afraid to be loose that they tether themselves to discourse so as to keep themselves, i suppose, holy, clean, pure, and moral? is that all it is. it is strange. no one said anything to me, i was condescended to, it felt like, while at once being ignored, a discourse sprung up beside me and ignored me. this made it more intolerable.
anyway.. i am going to game. i want to use a character i played a lot in elden ring and respec them and remake their face into like, something cute. and cute outfits and stuff or whatever. or idk, it might be better to do a character that needs to go do things.
there was a third char that was like, where i needed them to be, i went and killed the boss you have to kill to access the new areas, when that comes out, in like, 4 months. the boss gave me trouble my first go around but he was way easier this time w/ this build. i forgot that i kind of created a demented caster/sword build, it's a little over powered, which is good tbh, cuz i am bad at video games, basically.
i also did make my character cuter, and change their outfit and name and stuff, that kind of thing is really nice for me, idk why. it's scary looking at what people get up to w/ the sliders tbh, sometimes i look to see how to like, make something look more human, and then i see people kind of making weirdly, idk, it feels oddly sexual, in ways that baffle me.
anyway, outside of playing a video game too much today, what else is there, rn i am re-exporting the problem song, trying to un-dip some of the mids in the main guitar sounds to see if they'll become more present/sound a little less, idk, dead? it's weird, how they sound, it's so close, so far, sad but not frustrating rn.
playing a souls game is so strange, i remember years ago playing ds1, it was such a strange experience, i think one thing about elden ring that disappoints a bit, is it's less sharp visually, so it's a little less idk, surreal, and it lacks i guess like, this kind of unreadability that comes from ds1's weird graphics, being so hd and still kind of evidently abstract. a striking and beautiful game. i think elden ring is very pretty but it's different, i think maybe it inches nearer to that kind of beauty than ds2 or 3, the weird naturalism, but it's not as overwhelming i guess, from ash lake to just how the game made stuff like moss look, idk, it was very uncanny for me, anor londo felt genuinely moving to see, the architecture and its presentation.
thinking about ds1 now and my gender thing from earlier, there's an obvious point of reference for me w/ dark sun gwyndolin who i know started all kinds of annoying debates, all i really know is i always really liked them, and i guess saw something weirdly aspirational about being uncannily beautiful or something, in that way, there were other points in my life where i was developing those ideals, it was one of many i suppose, but they are a character i am fond of, in that kind of way. meaningful to self-development in a way i guess.
here's something cute, gwyndolin's legs w/o the dress attached:
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i would like to have snake legs one day.
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here's something else cute, today i was finding vintage fabrics on flickr:
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i'd like to find something to do w/ these, i imagine they'll be really good for cover art. here's another cute thing i found today, a flickr with some very pretty photos of things a woman owns/her home:
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i hope the fourth cute thing i can talk about is this song being good. i need it to be good. i really want it to be right. maybe i am just ssstupidddddddd........ idk.
if that can't be the fourth cute thing, i hope i at least am, or something.
i am probably gonna wake up really late tomorrow.... guhhh
the next time i work is 6-9, at least, that'll give me time to unfuck my sleep. i can see the sun now. i hate it. i want to live under the moon forever, i've always preferred it, i think it's just so pretty.
i would like to record tomorrow but i don't think i'll be able to. i almost wrote that in past tense, like, i would have liked to have recorded tomorrow. which feels true but is a mess to read, but the affect it carries is how i feel. the future's turned to prediction now. but i can be wrong, i guess.
i think this song, really, honestly, is fine now. fourth cute thing accomplished, i am the fifth, hopefully, maybe, noww.
anyway i am so sleepy, i need to just go pass out now, so
byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Today, we have Sriram Krishnan, whose cash winnings yesterday total $21,800, Ellen LaBerge, and Matthew Ott. Ellen and Matthew had smooth reflexes in the Jeopardy! round. In PUT IN A GOOD WORD, Sriram found the 1st Daily Double, he went “all-in” out of his $2,600 and came up with an incorrect question. There were 13.33% of triple stumpers and 3.33% of rebounds in the round. Going into Double Jeopardy!, Matthew had $5,000, Ellen had $4,600, and Sriram had $1,000. Sriram made a comeback and stole the lead over Matthew in Double Jeopardy! It caused a tight game. In TV FINAL EPISODES, Matthew found the 2nd Daily Double, he bet $3,800 out of his $7,800 and came up with the correct question. In COMPANY NAME ORIGINS, Sriram found the 3rd Daily Double, he bet $2,000 out of his $5,000 and came up with the correct question. There were 23.33% of triple stumpers and 3.33% of rebounds in the round. Sriram came up with 86.96% of correct questions, Matthew came up with 86.67% of correct questions, and Ellen came up with 83.33% of correct questions. Going into Double Jeopardy!, Sriram had $14,200, Matthew had $11,600, and Ellen had $7,800. The category was 1970s MOVIES, and the clue was, “A 1975 premiere of this comedy advertised free coconuts for the first thousand in the audience”. Ellen came up with, “What is Monty Python and the Holy Grail?”, which is correct and bet $7,000, which took her to the lead with $14,800. Matthew also came up with what Ellen said and bet $11,597, which took him to the lead with $23,197. Sriram came up with, “What is Bananas?”, which is incorrect and bet $10,000, which dropped him down to $4,200, HE LOSES BY $18,997! Matthew Ott is the new champion! He will be back on Monday. @jeopardy #kenjennings #sriramkrishnan #ellenlaberge #matthewott #recap #2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl-Vuydu-tp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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bitcofun · 1 year
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Avalanche's Ava Labs presumably settled Roche Freedman to sue its rivals and keep regulators at bay, however both celebrations have actually rejected the claims. Jacob Oliver unloads crypto's most current huge scandal. Key Takeaways Ava Labs has actually been implicated of settling a legal company to pursue its rivals and take legal action against regulators. The company's starting partner Kyle Roche was covertly shot making the claims, however both he and Ava Labs have actually rejected the accusations. Law enforcement has actually most likely captured wind of the drama given that it exploded in the crypto area. Unpacking the Avalanche scandal. Avalanche and Roche Freedman Happy Monday, everybody! Hope you've all had a fantastic weekend and had a long time to charge since we're striking the ground running today. On Friday, the newbie "whistleblower" website Crypto Leaks released its 3rd exposé, a prolonged investigative piece on an " wicked conspiracy" focused around Ava Labs and its relationship with the law practice Roche Freedman. The piece consisted of a number of surreptitiously shot excerpts of Kyle Roche, establishing partner and public face at Roche Freedman, appearing to reveal damning info about a doubtful "legal" plan in between himself and Ava Labs (and the business's CEO Emin Gün Sirer in specific). The fullness of the accusations deserves resolving in its totality, however the essence is this: Kyle Roche had the ability to protect a considerable stake in both the business's stock along with its token circulation, and in return, he would make life an ordeal for Ava Labs' rivals. Roche's system for doing so is the traditional American class-action suit. According to the image that Crypto Leaks paints (which, to be reasonable, is helpfully directed along by Roche's own words), Roche Freedman's M.O. is to submit class-action matches versus business that straight or indirectly complete versus Ava Labs in order to tire the target business' resources by connecting them up in court, to get to inside understanding of rivals' functions through the legal discovery procedure, and to prop up other targets to draw the ire and attention of the SEC, CFTC, or any other regulator who may be keeping an eye on the courts. Of course, Ava Labs, Kyle Roche, Gün Sirer, and essentially all celebrations who stand implicated of such shenanigans have emphatically rejected the claims. Roche, for his part, called nasty on Crypto Leaks, declaring that Roche Freedman had no unique relationship with Ava Labs which "declarations in the video to the contrary are incorrect, and were gotten through misleading ways, consisting of an intentional plan to intoxicate, and after that exploit me, utilizing leading concerns. The declarations are extremely modified and entwined out of context." The "out-of-context" argument that individuals typically present when faced with documented proof of their own declarations is often sensible; still, words from the horse's mouth are what they are. Gün Sirer, on the other hand, distanced himself and Ava Labs from Roche Freedman by tossing Kyle Roche right under the bus. Describing Roche and his remarks in the dripped video, the Ava Labs CEO defined Roche as "an attorney at a company we maintained in the early days of our business," who was captured on movie" [attempting] to impress a prospective company partner by making incorrect claims about the nature of his work for Ava Labs." Probably, the "incorrect declarations" he's describing consist of anything Roche stated about his relaxing relationship with the executives at Ava Labs. Now, the degree to which these accusations hold true is really arguable. I undoubtedly do not understand Roche personally, and any judgment I might render on his character is mostly unimportant. That stated, there is one especially informing video consisted of in the exposé of Roche waxing poetic on how excellent it is to wield power over others through the legal system, so I'll simply let the audience choose what way of guy they believe he is.
All I understand for sure is this: if somebody were to inform me that this man was lying to me, I may be inclined to take their caution seriously. In the short-term, this is clearly an issue for Ava Labs and for Avalanche, its flagship blockchain item. AVAX, which traded at around $22 this time recently, dipped to around $1750 over the weekend as the news made the rounds prior to getting better to $19 today. The long-lasting ramifications of these accusations, nevertheless, are even more major. The fate of Avalanche, Ava Labs, and Roche Freedman rests totally upon how precise the claims in this examination are, due to the fact that one thing is particular: if Crypto Leaks got the attention of the public, they got the attention of law enforcement. The next examination Sirer, Roche, and Co. discover themselves the topic of will not be carried out by confidential whistleblowers-- the detectives because case will likely include badges. And after that we'll learn who's informing the reality and who's not. Ava Labs Dismisses "Conspiracy" Alleging Avalanche Paid La. News Aug. 29, 2022 Ava Labs creator and CEO Emin Gün Sirer required to Twitter to reject the claims provided in the short article. Crypto Leaks Alleges Secret Link Between Ava Labs and Roche Freedman ... Ava Labs Built a Litigation Platform on Avalanche with Kyle Roche News Aug. 29, 2022 Ava Labs established a lawsuits platform on Avalanche in partnership with Roche Freedman establishing partner Kyle Roche, according to files acquired by Crypto Briefing. Ava Labs and Kyle Roche Co-Built Ryval ... Ava Labs Controversy: AVAX Down as Lawyer Claims Dfinity Entrapment News Aug. 29, 2022 GameFi task Trident has actually gone back on its strategy to release on Avalanche because the claims surrounding Ava Labs appeared. Avalanche's AVAX token has actually likewise dropped. Avalanche Suffers Amid Lawyer ... Read More
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blue-opossum · 2 years
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A Backyard Outer Space Movie, Floating up the Back Steps
        2 minute 54 second read.
        Monday, 6 June 2022.
        A Backyard Outer Space Movie, Floating up the Back Steps
        Dream # 20,258-02.
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        I am standing in the backyard of the Stadcor Street house at night. In the far backyard, facing the back of the house but on the other end of the property, is a high-set movie screen. I and others watch an unknown science-fiction movie.
        Claudia (half-sister on my father's side) is the closest spectator to the back of the house other than me. She is sitting on a wooden bench while her husband Ron is standing nearby. I am also aware that many unknown people are present. I do not discern any of them as being intrusive or imposing.
        In this beginning stage, I am intuitively aware I am in the hallucinatory non-reality of the dream state, naturally associating it with watching a movie. However, my increasing self-awareness causes my dream's narrative to change and bring about an intermission.
        After the original movie pauses, being about halfway over, a brief documentary about satellites replaces it. A satellite approaches the foreground. It stops near the lower-left corner of the screen, and animated labels with descriptive text extend from each area, naming its components. I read phrases such as "solar array" and "magnetometer." The image (if available) in this report is like the one from my dream.
        In this part of the timeline, I perceive my thoughts as "orbiting" my dream's "outer layer" and surveying my imagination. I renounce my passivity of only watching a dream like a movie and take some control, establish more self-awareness, and bring attention to the cortical dynamics of my brain by labeling an orbiting satellite. ("Cortical" relates to the outer layer of the cerebrum, used in reading.) I am aware (semi-lucid) I am creating this dream content for the reasons here.
        Protoconsciousness integrates with Claudia. She seems puzzled by the movie's intermission - as if she has never attended one. The mediation between my in-dream self-awareness and protoconsciousness is not a confrontation, as she does not argue with me about my dream's contextual change, only wonders about it. I tell her I have seen many movies in movie theaters with intermissions.
        I realize I am holding an empty plate, implying I recently had a meal while watching the movie (though without any recall of the event). Claudia offers to take it into the house for me, but I tell her I will do it.
        At this stage of dreaming, somatosensory phasing has altered the narrative. That means my acknowledgment of tangibility is integrating more into my dreaming experience because of variations in REM atonia (caused by being in the dream state). Vestibular-motor phasing typically links to this process (before or after).
        I turn to go into the house. The back of the house's appearance is incorrect. A small staircase of about five steps (as in the included image) appears because of my anticipation of vestibular-motor phasing. Instead of walking, I float and slowly fly over the steps and through the hall, feeling bliss and amusement. (Flying and ascending a staircase result from REM phasing. Here, the response combines as it often does. It is asinine to "interpret" phasing responses to REM sleep, so people who do demonstrate a total lack of understanding of dreams, whether they pretend to be an "expert" or not.)
        I enter the supposed (fictitious) room of my middle son. (He was not yet born in waking life when Zsuzsanna and I lived at this address). He sits on his bed. He wears a baseball cap that covers his eyes. I try to see his eyes but cannot. (Previous dream character's eyes were all visible to me.) He reminds me that I told him to tell me when he wanted visitors to the house not to bother him. He repeats a few times that he wants to be alone at this time. My dream fades from here.
        With this outcome, I had already indulged in the blissful vestibular-motor phasing as I have in every sleep cycle for over 50 years. My intuitive focus (at this specific point) on my eyes being closed while asleep in bed results in a rendering of my son's eyes not being visible as he sits on his bed. His not wanting to be bothered correlates with my wanting to sleep longer after leaving the dream state.
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