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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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HEY, I saw your hc about living with slashers can you do a romantic version??

Yes I can and thankyou for the ask :D

(I'm so sorry this took so long life stuff was happening 😔)

Original here ->

Living with slashers but romantically <3 (still sfw)

Doing all the same as last time:

Jason Voorhees, Sinclair brothers, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, gohst face (Billy and Stu)

Jason Voorhees

- straight up your gonna have to share everything, or more, he will share all his stuff with you

- you won't have to do as much stuff because Jason wants to do it for you (lil helper man)

- he'll pride you above everything else in the camp and make sure your perfectly safe at all times

- he's a very worried person so make sure you tell him where your going otherwise he'll freak out

- I can imagine he would set up surprise movie nights to keep you entertained (he even stole all your favourite snacks from the town)

- however as clingy as he can be, he will respect your privacy

The Sinclair's

~ Lester

- many road trips and camping out under the stars on cool nights with his dog

- contrariety to what his brothers think, he's actually pretty romantic (in his own Lester way)

- like dating a best friend type deal, he's super easy to talk too, and you just feel comfortable around him

- he will make fun of his brothers for not having a partners, it's your choice to join him in this or not but heed thyn warnings if you do

- you will have to force him to clean his truck tho, I'm sorry but it's nasty there's blood and bones everywhere

~ Bo

- he's a real gentleman lover when around his brothers, acting like your the perfect couple in everyway

- he likes to be in charge and will make all these rules but if you just say 'no thanks' he'll get all pouty and try to make a compromise

-not a hand hold, but a leaner, he's always leaning on you (taller or shorter he dosnt care)

- he will be even more competitive on game nights and complain to you all night about how vincent cheated at scrabble

- he's not clingy but he truly enjoys your company

- he's also a very playful flirter and loves to see you all blushy

~ Vincent

- sweet baby is nervous to do anything around you

- he genuinely loves you but feels like you can do better, after a while when your still only interested in him his confidence will go up

- after that confidence boost he will be alot more affectionate

- he loves hugging you and just holding you close to him

- he won't force you to hang around him all day cause the wax room is HOT, but if you are down there he'll show you how he likes to sculpt and even make some stuff for you

- he is a very soft and caring lover so be sweet to him

Thomas hewitt

- he try's his best to be a true gentleman in a relationship

- always trying to help you with any and everything, u can't reach the top shelf? He will drop what he's got and run to assist

- he loves being physically affectionate

- take him on picnics, he will love these and want to do them every day, plus it'll be fun

- he is very anxious about your safety tho, he dosnt have the 'Nicest' family so he will always be just around the corner

- he shows his love through acts of service and small gifts

Brahms Heelshire

-woah he's never dated before, but he is surprisingly good at it

- he knows how to be all proper and such but he's a huge softy who will melt to your touch

- he says he's 'the man' of the relationship but he's hopeless without you

- he will try and help with some of your chores, he won't be good at them and he'll probably give up, but he's trying

- note he will be very clingy at the beginning of the relationship

- lock the bathroom doors cause he will just follow you everywhere

- imagine an affectionate cat, that's brahams

Michael myers

- he wants hugs and to be touched but he dosnt want to ask for it, so his genius idea is to just hover over u until he gets his affection

- he will make things around the house harder for you just so you can ask him for help (he loves the feeling of being needed by you)

- he's not a mushy lover or anything but if you point it out he will act that way out of spite

- give him something and he will treasure it for the rest of time (no matter what it is, it could be a small rock but he will carry it everywhere in his pocket)

- when he's flustered he will just turn around and avoid looking at you

- btw make sure he's looking after himself, he will forget to clean his cuts and they'll get infected

Ghostface

~ Billy

- this is a man who will get jealous very easily

- he knows it too and he will be open about it, you just gotta reassure him that he is the only one you'll love

- he will stand between u and Stu, he always wants to be the person next to you

- will scare you alot, just so you'll jump into his arms afterwards

- can be a little clingy but he trust you to not do something stupid

- another non-hand holder, he likes to stand behind you and lean on you like that

- otherwise he is a fun lover who will move a mountains for you

~ Stu

- stu is very touchy and now that your dating he will be even more so

- always holding your hand, leaning on you, playing with your hair

-will force you to watch all his favourite films and get as obsessed as he is

- he is a huge talker, as well as a surprisingly good listener, he will remember every little fun fact you ever told him

- I honestly don't think he would get jealous at all, even if someone else flirted with you he would be like "i told you your hot"

- he is so proud to have u as a partner and will gladly announce it whenever he can

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alfryco · 1 year

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I could get revenge and ask what headcanons you have for soapghost, but if you don’t do headcanons, give us some fic recs? (/pos bc I love writing headcanons and it’s made my day to get your asks.

Oh man how the turns have tabled!! I've only been into this ship/fandom for like a month or so now?? But I think I can pull off some headcanons :3 I've been reading too much to NOT have any (also you know I'm totally gonna ask you for some fic recs because your taste is 👌👌👌)

So I guess here's some soapghost headcanons that I've accumulated over the little time i've been here :D (put under read more because this is a bit on the long side)

Those two get matching tattoos after they retire from the service, like at least two sets of different tattoos (one on their hearts and another set on their ring fingers), and tbh I think they get one set while they're still on service. That particular one, I think, would be the tattoo idea where they have each other's names on the other's ring finger. Just something small and simple, nothing too big to draw other people's attention but enough to remind them of each other when they're not together (like being split up or on a separate mission).

Idk if this is canon in the reboot but Johnny loves drawing and loves to sketch out some sort of scene from the places they've been around the world. Whether it's just the sketch of a flower he saw or some moment he saw in one of the towns they've passed through. But his favorite thing.. that man's favorite thing to draw unfortunately just happens to be his lieutenant's eyes. And this is before they're an established thing or have even talked about their feelings with each other. So he’s sneaking glances, and honestly, can you blame him? It's the only way Soap's got any idea of what's going on in Ghost's head is by looking at his eyes. I mean he's s looking at them quite a bit when they're talking so can u blame him? (this is also because I think it would be really fun to draw Ghost's eyes and I just haven't had the chance too) I also think Ghost's eyes look like how umikochan on Twitter draws them. All dark but with the pretty white lashes :3

Simon's nervous when Johnny first invites him to meet his family. The two of them have been together for a few months, and it probably happens over Christmas. And Simon isn't really used to a traditional family setting? Lord knows he didn't have one when he was a kid, but being around the family dynamic of the 141 has helped him a bit with that. So when he does meet the Mactavish family, he's just this mass of well-concealed nerves and probably would unravel if it weren't for Johnny's hand in his. But meeting them goes so much better than Simon could hope, and by the end of the night when the pair are leaving, he's leaving as an honorary Mactavish. Johnny's mom explained it was the least she could do after seeing how much he cares for (and has cared for) Johnny. And they want him back for the next family gathering!

They both have nightmares, but they usually deal with them in different ways. Ghost will wake up suddenly, but not loudly. He tends to tense up and just breathe through whatever nightmare he just had (because thats what hes traoned himself to do over the years). While Soap is more the one who sits up fully in bed and has his feet on the floor in an instant just to keep him grounded from whatever nightmare just hit him. Of course, when the two start sleeping in the same bed, they stop having to deal with it on their own. Like magic, even if he's dead asleep, if Ghost has a nightmare and does his whole tense bit, then Soap is right there rolling over and cocooning Ghost in arms and legs. It makes Ghost feel safe and confined, like how his mask makes him feel when he wears it. If Soaps awake though or is woken up by Ghost then he'll usually ask if Ghost wants to talk about it and if he does then they do and if he doesn't then they go back to bed, but Soap won't fall asleep before he knows Ghost has fallen back to sleep. And with Soap, even if Ghost has become a little more of a heavy sleeper now that he sleeps with someone he trusts, Ghost is usually soon to follow with a warm hand, the man's a fuckin space heater, on Soap's shoulder and is pulling the man back down after they've talked, if Soap wants to obvi, and just has Soap lay against his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat can usually lull Soap back into sleep. Unless it's a particularly bad one, then Ghost is up making tea for the both of them and talking about whatever they feel, like from soccer to even weird, not so scary dreams they've had in the past.

I feel like Ghost really likes reading. It's something he can do that's quiet, and it can take his mind off of things (if the book is good enough, which it usually is). Sometimes Johnny will try and read with him, but he's usually doing something with his hands, like drawing or tinkering with something mechanical or playing some kind of video game. I feel like Soap would be into action/adventure type games like Uncharted or Jak and Daxter. (soapghost treasure hunter au anyone 👀👀??)

This one is entirely self indulgent, but I would think that once Soap and Ghost are out of the service and living together they find a house with a big bathtub, big enough for the two of them. And on particularly cold days when their joints are aching from age and overuse or just when they feel like it, the two will take a long, hot bath together and just enjoy the comfort of being with each other in a basin of hot water. There's definitely back washing and hair washing and soft, intimate (aka very cute and lovey dovey) kisses. And they're just domestic and happy 🥺🥹

Another cute headcanon I have is that Soap is a master thief when it comes to nabbing Ghost clothes to wear as his own. A few hoodies and a pair of sweatpants never make it back to Ghost because Johnny has just adopted them as his own, but most of the time Soap hands them back to him because they've lost their "smell" and just takes whatever unfortunate article of clothing is laying around the house as his next victim until that one loses its Simon scent.

And because I'm a sucker for this, I feel like the two of them would realize their feelings for each other after a close call on a mission. One bullet hitting too close to be safe lands one of them in the hospital, and there's a bedside vigil for whoever wasn't as badly injured. And man if close calls don't make you realize just how close you came to losing the person you now deeply love then I don't know what does.

Also like to think that both Soap and Ghost can be a bit possessive over the other, but only in the hot "this one's mine" type way and not in the creepy "you can't hang out or talk to anyone but me" way, ya kno?

Same goes for protectiveness. Of course, they can't protect each other as much as they want, they're in the service for crying out loud, but that won't stop them from doing their best. Also, when it comes to new recruits that may want to try their luck against the infamous "Ghost" or not respect Soap like the damn man should be respected. Of course the whole 141 task force is there watching over the two of them through all of it because they're family and that's what family's DO. It's a two-way street for watching out for each other and the rest of the group.

#hey a question #empresscirque #soapghost #call of duty #thank you so much for the question!#i hope these headcanons make at least a little sense and not just sound like a bunch of rambling #i really loved doing this :3

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howfarwillyougo · 3 years

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Beware of horses

I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important

Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order

And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on

I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this

Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this

So I just say what I want like I'm made for this

But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong

Maybe that's why me and Mike get along

Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming

Woo

And it sounds like war

Woo

And it breaks our hearts

When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc

Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs

Make a buck and dash, yeah

Get a little dap like "Yeah I'm the fucking man!", yeah

Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"

It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin'

Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons

Talk clean and bomb hospitals

So I speak with the foulest mouth possible

And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical

I will not be confused for docile

I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile

Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win

It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again

But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again

At the Dem Conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in

As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate chin

Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again

Ooh, Mike said "uterus", they acting like Mike said "You a bitch"

To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it

Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch"

Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit

I maneuver through manure like a slumdog millionaire

El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires"

I respond with a heavy "Yeah"

Big bro says "Fuck that, toughen up

Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough"

The devil don't sleep, us either

El spits fire, I spit ether

We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars

Coming soon on a new world tour

Probably play the score for the World War

At the apocalypse, play the encore

Turn around, see El, and I smile

Hell coming and we got about a mile

Until it's over I remain hostile

Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop

You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you

I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth

I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'

Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you

But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse

I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views

I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news

Garvey-mind, Tyson-punch, this is bad news

So feel me, follow me

Devil done got on top of me

Bad times got a monopoly

Give up, I did the opposite

Pitch perfect, did it properly

Owner killed by his property

This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio

War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go

And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves you know

Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow

It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you

They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop

And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do

These fucking fools have forgotten just who been fooling who

Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill

Kill your masters

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Kill your masters

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Killer children of men on the throne roving with no atonement

Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen

But the flow is a burning wind, blowing to your coast and

Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions

Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding

This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings

Boots on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling

Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin'

Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper

Born in the beast and fixin' feast tearin' its features

The world surges, the nation's nervous

The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us

We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated

Won't state our numbers for names and remain faceless

We dignified, they can't erase us

We ain't asleep, we rope a dope through the flames

Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name

Run 'em

Kill your, kill, kill your kill your, kill

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Kill your masters

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Kill your masters

#this shit is powerful #rtj #run the jewels #report to your shareholders #kill your masters #Spotify

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softmintmochi · 5 years

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Genre: Angst

Summary: The biggest day of your life is finally here. You've never been happier in your life. Everyone important in your life is here, glad that you're happy.

Jimin's POV

I sigh deeply as I steady myself, my nerves making me feel on edge. Today is the day. Surrounded by my friends, I feel a sense of security. "Are you nervous, Jimin?" Seokjin pats my back soothingly, and I smile up at him. "Of course I'm nervous. What if I do something wrong? Say something wrong?" I ask, my fingers fumbling with my tie. I groan in frustration, and Seokjin takes over for me, tying it perfectly. "You're gonna be fine. We're all going to be there standing right next to you." He assures me. "Yeah, you've got nothing to worry about. Here, maybe this will calm you down." Yoongi says, handing me a flask. I gladly accept it, taking a swig and letting the liquid burn my throat. The door swings open, Namjoon smiling brightly as he raises his hands him the air. "Alright guys, it's time! Let's go get married!" He declares.

The venue is beautiful. I've seen it in pictures about a million times, but pictures can't even begin to compare to the real thing. A spring wedding in the forest. That's always been her dream. She's been planning this since she was a little girl. The trees towered over us, giving us nice shade from the sun's rays. Rows of cushioned seats decorated in lavender ribbon were lined up, facing the alter, which was also laced in ribbon, also pale pink roses poking out. It was absolutely perfect. I walk around, greeting people, ushering people to their seats, waiting anxiously for it to begin. I check my watch, and it's 20 minutes until it starts. I make sure everyone is seated and as soon as they are, I take my place up at the alter, all of my friends around me. I take a deep breath, trying my best to calm myself. It's time.

The music plays, and the doors of the building open. Taehyung rubs my arm that's hidden from view soothingly, trying to calm me down. Everyone turns as she appears, her father locking arms with her as he guides her. Her beautiful fingers wrap around the bouquet of pale pink roses, her veil draped over her face. Even with the veil hiding her, I can still tell she looks absolutely amazing. She always does, of course, but this is a day I've imagined repeatedly, and she looks even more stunning than I could've ever dreamed. The closer she gets, the more nervous I get. My foot taps unconsciously, my fingers fiddling in front of me. She looks at me, smiling before she kisses her father on the cheek, taking her place up on the alter. Her veil is lifted, and I can feel tears pricking my eyes. She's definitely more gorgeous than I could've ever dreamed of. She's perfect.

I remember the first time I saw her. We were just kids, and she sat in my table group, and I would always tug on her hair or tease her. Whenever I did something to her she'd do something right back, and that set they basis of our relationship. For years we teased each other back and forth, and the older we got, I realized my feelings for her. She would always tell me about what she wanted her wedding to be like, and I always promised her I'd make it happen. Even though I knew I loved her, I was always too nervous to tell her. It wasn't until we were 16 that I finally kissed her, and it was the best day of my life. After that happened, we talked about where we stood, our relationship, and how things would play out from then on. A few weeks later I introduced her to my other friends, and she got along with them really well. Maybe if I didn't introduce them, it would've been me standing on that alter with her.

The day after we kissed she came over to my house, sat down on my bed like any other day after school, but she seemed tense, a bit awkward. "Jimin..." She speaks softly, looking down at my floor, and I start to worry. "About last night, I-I don't think it should've happened." Her words are like a knife through my chest. "I'm sorry, but I really don't feel anything romantic towards you. You're my friend. My best friend. I still want to be your best friend." Another knife. I really don't feel anything romantic towards you. The words ring through my ears over and over. All I can do is smile and nod. "Alright then, best friend. No worries." I laugh, and she smiles. "This isn't gonna make things weird between us?" She asks nervously. "Nah, it's all good. I don't want things to be weird between us." I wave my hand, doing a damn good job at hiding my broken heart. "Oh that's great!" She jumps up, running over to hug me, as she's done many times.

Weeks later we were still hanging out after school, like nothing ever happened. I introduced her to some more of my friends, and we all went to hang out at a park, and from the moment she waved at everyone, Namjoon going the extra mile to get up and shake her hand, I knew I was screwed. The more we hung out the closer those two got, his love for literature and music, his morals and ideals and philosophies matching hers. The whole time, all I could do was stand by. Whenever I wanted to say something, do something to show she should be with me and not him, I couldn't. They're perfect for each other, and who am I to try and stop their happiness?

Somehow I managed to stay composed through the whole service, even smiling and patting Namjoon on the back after they kiss. I have to keep it together until I go home. Please, at least until I get home. Everyone goes straight from the service to the reception, the venue being nearby. The happy couple takes a car while the rest of the wedding party splits up between two vans, bridesmaids in one and groomsmen in the other. When we're finally in the confines of the van, a collective sigh spills from our mouths, and I lean forward, my head in my hands. "You did a great job, Jimin." Jin reaches up, patting my back. A round of agreeing hums sounds through the car, and I sniffle while nodding.

"I can't do this right now. I just need to suck it up." I nod, wiping away any tears that escaped. The van pulls up to the venue, and I hope my eyes aren't red. I don't want Y/N to see me sad. We all get out, Going inside and taking our seats at the large table. It takes about 20 minutes for everyone to gather, taking their assigned seats. I smiled as Namjoon sat down next to me, but on the inside, I was falling apart.

Speech time. One of the many moments I had been dreading since I became the best man. I stand, clearing my throat and tapping my glass, getting everyone's attention. As everyone quiets down, all eyes on me, I feel on the verge of breaking again. Its hard, but I keep my cool, smiling out at the crowd. Guess it's go time.

"Hello everyone. For those of you that don't know me, I'm Park Jimin. Now, I've been friends with Y/N and Namjoon for a really long time. I was actually the one that introduced Y/N to Namjoon. Um, I didn't actually write anything for this, I figured I'd just wing it. Let's hope it goes well." I smile, and everyone laughs. "I don't really have much to say, um, I could tell some funny stories about each of them, God knows I have so much dirt. But, I won't do that. As I look around the room, and saw the service, I can tell you personally that this is absolutely Y/N's dream wedding. Trust me, she told me for years every little detail of what she wanted. Everything looks perfect, and she truly deserves it. Namjoon and Y/N, I knew from the moment I introduced you that you guys were perfect for each other, and I'm really glad you guys are happy. You both are amazing people that deserve only the best. I know it's short, but like I said, probably should've prepared something. I don't think it really takes much to get my point across though. These two are amazing together, and I hope you guys have an amazing future together."

Everyone claps, Namjoon hugging me as Y/N smiles at me. I take my seat, and all the other speeches are done. Mine probably sucked the most, but at this point, I don't really care. I'm just glad it's over with. After the speeches everyone eats and mingles, the music starts to play, everyone hitting the dance floor. The main dances take place, then everyone starts to dance together. Even though dancing is my passion, I decide to stand to he side, watching Y/N as Namjoon spins her around, holding her close to him. She looks so happy, it puts a smile on my face. All I've ever wanted was for her to be happy, and she is.

After a bit, she notices me, waving me over. I put my hands up, shaking my head, but she comes closer, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I groan in defeat as I start dancing, her sweet laugh ringing through my ears. She's having so much fun. A slower song comes on, and I get bold, holding my hand out to her. "Namjoon, you mind if I take this dance?" I ask my friend, and he smiles. "Nah man, go ahead. I'm gonna dance with my mom." He smiles, patting me on the back. Y/N takes my hand, and I pull her close, my hand resting on her back.

"So, are you having fun yet?" She asks. "Yeah, I am. It's a great wedding. You guys did an amazing job." I smile at her. She beams, and I'm so glad it's finally because of something I did. "You were there to help a lot. I'm so lucky to have a best friend like you." She chuckles. Best friend. That's right. Even now, as her hand is in mine, holding her close to me, I'm still the best friend. All I can do is nod and smile, focusing on keeping composed. Apparently, it doesn't work. "Jimin? You okay?" She asks softly, rubbing my bicep soothingly. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I smile, hoping it helps. "Chim, I've known you since we were five, I think I can tell when something's bothering you." She scoffs. All I do is nod, not saying anything.

It's takes a few moments, until she speaks again. "Is it because of-" "Y/N." I cut her off before she can say more. "Are you happy? Really happy with Namjoon?" I ask. She nods, looking up at me. "Then that's all that matters. I'm happy you're happy." I smile, rubbing her back. She nods, understanding that I don't want to talk about it anymore. The song ends, and Namjoon comes over. "Jimin, mind if I steal my wife back?" He beams. "Of course. Go ahead. I think I might be heading out soon anyway." I say, patting him on the back. "Wait what?" Y/N asks. "Leaving already?" Namjoon says. I smile at both of them. "Yeah, I'm exhausted. I'll see you guys when you get back from the honeymoon?" I ask. "Yeah. Alright then. Rest up, bud." Namjoon nods, patting my arm. Y/N reaches over, giving me a hug. "Thank you Jimin. For everything." She whispers. I pull back and smile at them before waving. I say goodbye to the guys and then wait outside for my cab. I'll be home soon. Finally.

As soon as I'm safe in my home, I close the door with my back, sighing deeply. I slide down the door, and as my bottom hits the floor, I lose it. I hug my knees to my chest, sobbing loudly. I've kept it together for so long, and everything is gushing out now. I'm glad she's happy, but why couldn't it be with me? I'm a good guy. I could make her happy. I'd treat her like the queen that she is. I'd give here everything she's ever wanted and everything she deserves. My body shakes as I sob. I'll never have a chance. I just hope Namjoon treats her right. He's a good guy, so I hope he keeps her safe and happy. I'm glad she's happy.

#bts #bts jimin #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #jimin #park jimin #jimin angst #jimin fluff #bts park jimin

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blogenana · 5 years

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Doctor Who - Earthshock Live Review

So I have my crisps and lemonade and im ready to continue my journey through classic who - idk why I just started live blogging it...

• People are climbing

• So they've found something- an alien I'm assuming- why do humans always tamper with things we shouldn't

• Oh they haven't found something theyre looking for people

• I hate how classic who drags on so slowly

• Sinister music

• 'probably nothing" foreshadowing...

• Okay get to the killing already

• YES FINALLY HELLO DOCTOR

• Wow I forget they must have their own rooms in the Tardis

• Lots of books in Adrics room

• "why should that interest me" ooh okay Adric getting a bit sassy

• Why's he fed up

• looool "I'm tired of being considered a joke" "why am I being constantly teased" maybe because you're annoying and you make sexist remarks?

• oh chill

• The doctor don't have time to deal with this

• aww okay Adric being jealous that Nyssa and Tegan get more attention from the doctor than him is kinda cute

• 'I give you my word' 'just as you gave your word to Tegan" okaaaaay go off (spoiler alert) ik Adric dies in this because I saw a spoiler so this is very sad foreshadowing that the doctor will break his word to Adric about making time for him- kinda sad

• I hate the celery stick

• okay Adric kick off

• Doctor can't take criticism which is interesting because the last time he was probably ever blamed for something was One with Barbara and Ian. I don't remember any companion ever criticizing him like this before

• 'Well it can wait' you'll regret that

• "I'm tired of being an outsider" this would make sense if we had seen him being an outsider before - in my opinion Tegan is the outsider as she's new and not as mathematically advanced as the others. also I would say that Adric is the closest to the doctor out of all 3 so his point isn't really valid

• I guess this is the writers way of making adrics death more tragic

• ooh Adrics theme

• I swear he was an outsider amongst his own people too

• 'the tools would go missing" why do these people never take the hint

• forgot Adric was from e space- tbh what was the doctors plan when he did demand to go home eventually- did he wanna travel with him till he died?

• "e space is another universe, there isn't a taxi service that goes back and forth"

• Romana mention!

• "im not waiting around while you plot the course to your own destruction" the doctor has never experienced a companion death before - also foreshadowing

• "you know I think since his regeneration he's become decidedly immature" this is funny also like 4 was soooo mature

• I like Adric and Five's relationship

• the actor who plays Adric has gone better

• Nyssa is the most mature out of this entire group

• "breathe deeply and relax" why is Tegan a meditation instructer out of nowhere

• the doctor didn't take much convincing

• lol the doctor bopping Tegans nose was cute

• Ooh Dinosaur bones

• let me guess - the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs was an alien spaceship or aliens killed them

• Someone screamed

• Ooh yeah she be dead

• Okay the villains look like they're wearing gimp costumes

• Reminds me of American Horror Story Murder House & the leather monster

• Aah doctor who giving a lesson on how the dinosaurs were killed. We love a show that educates

• Did I mention how much I hate the celery stick because I hate it honestly whose idea was it

• Bro chill why is this man grabbing the doctor like that what he do

• Calm the fuck down mate

• Gimp people be shooting

• Okay they may be androids but they'll always be gimp people to me

• Android vision

• CYBERMEN!!!! DAMN

• Why they gotta hit us with the plot twist like that i wasn't ready

• The Cybermen looks sad

• Hehehe the face is funny

• Gimps be strong

• Why do the Cybermen sound muffled

• I find it more creepy when they have human voices than Robots because it makes It more real that these machines have humans in them

• hHaven't seen them in some time

• I love Tegans sarcasm

• I'm cracking up at the Cybermen voice

• 1 gimp down 1 to go

• tThe gimps be dead

• 'prepare to activate the devise" dun dun DUN

• Damn the Cybermen be skinny

• I'm bored i want doctor/cybeman action

• Okay it's getting intense

• Cybermen be SHOOK

• "cyber technology is too advanced for earthlings" figure it out then mate

• He's recognised the Tardis

• THE BEST DIALOGUE "TIME LORDS, BUT THEYRE FORBIDDEN TO INTERFERE"

• THIS ONE CALLS HIMSELF THE DOCTOR, AND DOES NOTHING BUT INTERFERE

• YESS PREVIOUS DOCTORS VS CYBERMEN

• I'm geeking out

• Imma watch this bit a few times hang on

• Aah I loved that it was so cool bloody hell I'm a nerd

• The 2nd Cybermen looked shocked while he was watching

• "have you no emotions sir" classic

• "Adric do you have a moment" "I'm hungry" Okay I like him in this one he's a mood. Why is he suddenly likeable the ep he dies

• "all part of the daily routine" see what I mean

• Well your daily routine Is gonna end soon

• He doesn't wanna go home!!

• Doctor is relieved it's cute

• Ah this is sad

• It would be easier if i didn't know he was gonna die

• Cos I do like their relationship

• Okay we're being introduced to new people

• "you're beginning to bore me" the writers knew

• I'm trying really hard to concentrate I've zoned out

• Ah the doctor has got my attention "I want to announce my presence, see what the reaction is" course

• aaaand the doctor is caught and he's being accused for murder again

• Don't they have cctv just check it

• "apprehended why can't he just say caught" me in English classes

• 'even under the threat of death he has the arrogance of a time lord"

• I thought Cybermen had no emotions but this Cybermen just said he wants the doctor to suffer for their past defeats - revenge is an emotion which is v ironic

• Hh SHIT the Cybermen are walking

• lol tegan " im just a mouth and legs" she's such a mood

• The Cybermen music is cool

• The doctors face when he sees them

• Aah the soldier has betrayed them

• Why is it that whenever there's a women in charge the men who is second can't handle it and goes rogue

• iIt's such a typical trope

• The dialogue for the doctor is great

• "you know them"

• "oh yes, we go back a long way"

• Haha "I'm surprised they didn't mention me" 'well perhaps you overestimate your importance" "oh I doubt it" doctor is and will always be that bitch

• The doctor is doing doctory things

• "that's very clever" "oh it is" the doctor bragging about how clever he is starts here

• Damn tegan she just shot a Cyberman

• Flashback to "the doctor makes people into weapons"

• Finally the doctor vs Cybermen showdown

• Lol I knew they would kill the betrayer

• "our records indicate that you have a fondness for earth" (especially earth girls)

• "this time we shall succeed in destroying the earth" no you won't mate

• Ah the Cybermen coming out of plastic Wrap is a throwback to the 2nd Doctor Cybermen story

• Tegan looks like a badass with the gun

• So they're destroying the leaders of various planets before they destroy the Cybermen

• Tegan has no idea what she's doing

• I love how Five says the most savage lines with the most polite tone

• He could tear you down and look like he's complimenting you

• Tegan has been caught

• Cyberman in the Tardis is weird

• 'who is this woman' - 'no-one of consequence' - 'thanks a lot - gotta love Tegan

• Okay wow that scene between the doctor and the Cyberman about emotions gave me goose bumps what a thrilling scene

• The Cybermen has a point- he can control the doctor because he has emotions

• I'll never get tired of the debate about emotions between them because it genuinely feels like the Cyberman defend the concept of having no emotions to defend their existence

• Five looks hot when he's defending emotions

• Fuck they need to leave Adric behind

• Shit I'm getting nervous

• His theme is playing!

• The Doctor looks conflicted

• Adric leaving his hand out after the doctor let go...

• "I'll see you soon" this is the actors best performance because you can see in his eyes he knows he won't

• The Doctor has never had a companion die before so he walks away without looking back

• "it will once you start getting rusty" Tegan is funny

• Adric is plotting

• The Cybermen say they have no emotions but forcing Tegan watch her own planet getting destroyed is extremely sadistic

• Clever Adric

• The Earth looks different

• Okay so Adric's cleverness is what gets him killed because he knows he can crack the code

• The Dinosaurs! I knew it!

• Oh crap Earth is safe but Adric doesn't know that

• I think this comes down to Adric wanting the doctors attention and wanting to be the best to have his attention

• The Doctor has his pin!

• Five suffocating and shooting a Cyberman is shocking to see

• Adric whyyyyyy

• This Cyberman walking towards him is bloody persistent

• "Now I'll never know if i was right" such Adric last words

• Id like to believe he was

• Damn.

• The Doctors face. The fact that it could have been avoided if he just left the ship

• Adric is the first companion that died on the Doctor's watch

• Adric died thinking the Earth was going to be destroyed and he could have stopped it

• The credits!! his gold star! the silence! this must have been a shock to the viewers. If i didn't know beforehand through spoilers I would be going crazy

• Earthshock had it's ups and downs, the downs in regards to the pace of the plot however the story was good and the Cybermen were fantastic especially their interactions against the doctor. Tegan and Adric were great. Nyssa didn't really have much to do. Davison was amazing. I liked the writing.

• Also I liked the structural shift of the story to the cave androids to the bomb to the spaceship to dealing with The Cybermen to saving Earth and then to Adrics death

#Doctor Who #Earthshock #Fifth Doctor #5th Doctor #Adric

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abunchofbadchoices · 6 years

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Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines and scenes I got from the movie the Midnight Sun and all rights belongs to the creators and writers, as well as the characters from PB. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Part Four

"My God, Jordan..."

That notebook was like where Jordan writes her songs. She can't have lost it, right? Maria knows the girl would be devastated.

"Can you please go get it for me?" Jordan takes her hands, staring into her eyes. God, those green eyes are amazing. "Maria, you know it's so important. Please."

Her eyes blinked, "You know, I would, but there's, like, um... A few other hamster funerals that I was gonna hit today--"

The blonde grabbed a pillow and hit her playfully. They fell back, giggling as Maria tried to shield herself.After a minute or two, they sighed breathlessly and sits back. Jordan gave her that irresistible pout that Uncle Scott always warned her about. "Please, Maria?"

Ughhh, oh no, She groans. My poor weak heart.

Two hours later, Maria walks into the train station with her hands inside the pocket of her long coat.There is a slight drizzle in the air, making it chilly. She weaves her way through the crowd of commuters and headed to the spot where she knew Jordan always sits to play. She scans the stations carefully, then she find him.

Michael Harrison stands leaning against the wall on the corner, obviously waiting. Probably for a girl that would less likely to show up under the bright sky of the day. His fingers drumming a tune on the familiar notebook in his hands.

Maria was surprised. She didn't expect Michael to care to return something if he even found it. Yet there he is. She approached him carefully, they attended the same school and there is always the possibility he wouldn't even recognize her. "Hi. My friend's been looking for that."

Michael looks up. "You know her? "

Maria nods curtly.

"Wait, Maria Flores, right?" He gave her a slight smirk. "Student body president? We had English class together. I'm Michael--"

"Harrison, of course. I know. And it was actually a History class. And Geometry and chemistry last year. Not English."

"Whatever." Michael rolls his eyes. "But how do you know her? Did she just move here?"

Maria holds out her hand, her palm up. "Notebook first."

The guy narrows his eyes at her, not at all intimidated and stood his ground. "Or you could just tell me where she lives and I could drop it off."

Nope, not gonna happen. Maria glared at him then sighs. She doesn't really have time for this and it looks like he will only bug her if she doesn't say anything. "You know what, I have a better idea."

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Her phone beeps, indicating a new message from Maria.

Got the notebook, but had to run to the shop. I left it at the station ticket booth.

Jordan smiles and sent a bunch of cute emojis back to Maria to express her thanks then went to bed, turning off her bedside lamp to call it a night. Or a morning. Whatever it is.

She wakes up that night just in time for dinner. After putting on her fabulous outfit of the day-- a baggy gray shirt, black sweatpants and old sneakers-- Jordan joins her father on the dinner table. Featuring Chinese take-outs.

"Hey, Dad," She looks up at the man, almost finished with her food. "I need to go to the train station to pick up my notebook. Fred has it."

"Okay, text me when you get there." Scott mumbled in between mouthfuls. "And be careful!"

Jordan gave him two thumbs up, then rush down the hall and to the evening streets. She should have called Maria first to ask if they can hang, but her best friend must be looking after the night shift of their family business, the local ice cream shop called Cedar Creamery.

So she went on her own anyway.

The town doesn't look as festive as yesterday. Few people can be seen on the streets as she walks the familiar path to the train station.

The station as well looks half empty. Half a dozen people lounging on the waiting area probably... Well, waiting. Their faces blank and bored. Jordan passed by and went directly to the ticket booth but the station officer was nowhere in sight.

"Fred?" She called, frowning. No Fred?

Jordan kept walking until she reaches the corner and spots a familiar figure leaning against the wall by the shadow. One of his hands inside the pocket of his signature green jacket and on his other hand, a blue hardbound notebook.

"Holy...pregnant...cow," She turns around and hides behind the corner she came from. "Oh. My. God! My God, my God..." Jordan retreats back to the other side of the ticket booth and pressed herself against the wall, hoping Michael hadn't seen her.

What the hell is he doing here??! Maria said she got the notebook already! Why is he-- Maria! She gotta call Maria!

On the other side of town, the ice cream shop was just recovering from the last rush hour of the day and only a few customers are around and hanging out.

"Thank you!" Maria forced out a cheerful voice and a friendly smile, then turned back from the take -out booth to let their service crew do their work.

She had been wearing this colorful apron since that afternoon and honestly, her face is already hurting for smiling too much. Maria should have been home, finishing her book but her Dad Stephen is at the police station solving his cases while his Dad Jose wasn't really feeling well so she was left to handle the ice cream shop.The telephone behind her starts ringing and with a heavy sigh, Maria picked it up and speaks. "Cedar Creamery, how may I--"

"Maria." Jordan's familiar voice cut her off, sound tensed and nervous.

"Oh, hey." She couldn't help but smile. If her calculations are correct, her best friend must be at the train station and sees her hopeless Prince Not-So-Charming waiting for her already. "How's your second date?"

"How could you do this to me?" The blonde whispers urgently. "My goodness! I'm in sweatpants. My hair, it's-- it's a mess. It's tied, messily tied! Uggghh... I look like an idiot!"

"Oh, please, Jordan." Maria chuckles and sits down on her father's office chair, the telephone wire stretching across the space. Sometimes, it make her wonder if Jordan even know how beautiful she is. The girl is too innocent for this world. She sighs and shakes her head, smiling like a fool. "You're super freakin' gorgeous, okay? I can't even see you right now and I can tell you look so beautiful."

"Hi, excuse me." A customer waves at her impatiently outside the take-out counter. "Can I just get a large--"

Maria holds up a finger to stop him, shooting the guy a look. "Can you not see I'm on the phone?"

She gestured for the crew to hurry why their doing and attend to the inpatient guy. As if she would drop her call with Jordan. Maria returns to the conversation. "Look, he really likes you, okay? I can tell. Just try to be yourself. Don't ramble too much. And call me afterwards."

"Ugh, bye." Jordan mumbled from the other line.

"Good luck, honey!"With that, Maria turns back to help the crew.

Jordan, meanwhile, stares at the phone for a few seconds in disbelief before putting it down. She looks to her side and realized the walls of the ticket booth is made in glass and totally see-through. From the other side of the booth, Michael catches sight of her and stands.

"Oh, my..." She gasped, turning her back to him and pressing face first against the wall hoping it swallows her and take her back to her room.

It feels suddenly hot. Why is she sweating? Jordan fans her face. Okay, Jordan. She whispers. This is real. He is here and he won't be going away any time soon unless you come face him. Take a deep breath... Jordan takes more than a few breaths then steels herself as she walks to his direction. She looks down to check if sweatpants is properly tied then performs a few warm up jumps.

"You exist." Michael Harrison's unmistakably smooth voice speaks. He stands there obviously been waiting for her to come out. A meaningful smile on his handsome face. "I thought I was dreaming last night or something."

Keep your cool. Jordan reminds in her head. Remember what Maria said, act normal. Don't ramble too much.Her mind goes completely blank when she meets his deep grayish eyes. Jordan speaks the first thing that came out of her head. "Were you in the REM stage of sleep?"

"What?" Michael looks confused.

"That's when most dreams happen, actually." Jordan explains. "Yeah! Your brain activity is super high and functioning and your eyes are just going nuts behind your eyelids. It looks super weird." You sound super weird, her subconscious snides. You gotta stop rambling, you idiot. She ignores it. "It's like a typewriter or something--um, anyway, thank you for--"

"Wait. I--" Michael steps back just as she reaches out to take the notebook from him. "I still don't know your name."

"Oh." Right. Jordan nods absentmindedly. "It's Jordan."

"Jordan." The gray-eyed guy repeats the name, as if practicing how to say it. The corners of his lips curved. "I'm Michael."

Of course, it is. "Wow... That's a weird name." Jordan avoids his gaze. He shouldn't know that she already knew his name. Like for ten years. "Thank God you told me it 'cause... I wouldn't have known it otherwise. T-Thank you." She grabbed the notebook from him and turns.

"Wait, what..."

"You didn't..." Jordan stops in her tracks as the thought hits her. She looks at Michael suspiciously. "You didn't read through it, did you?"

"Just a little, I--"

"What?!"

"What?" Michael blinks. Apparently, all she has ever done is confuse him all the way.

"Are you serious?" Her eyes widen. "You read through my journal?"

"Look, I--"

"This could have been a diary. I-- I mean, it is, kind of."

"Um, I'm... I'm really sorry." Michael looks down, frowning. Did he just said sorry? I never say sorry, he thought. He looks at Jordan who has a cute defensive look on her face. "You left really quick the other night, and I really had no idea who it belonged to, so I just looked through it quickly. But I like that you still handwrite things. It's... it's cool. It's old school."

He watches her eyebrows carefully. Michael finds it easier to read her through the movement of her eyebrows which he find quite amusing. They were frowning one second, then slowly smooths over, followed by a little smile.

"Thanks..." Jordan says quietly. "For finding it."

"Yeah."

Michael realized the notebook must be of something important. It looks old, but the stuffs written inside were recently written. Just a few random quotes, but Michael caught sight of a couple pages containing a drawn sheet music.

He figured she would definitely look for it. Like the way he would look if he accidentally lose his grandpa's old motorcycle. In a way, he do understand.

Jordan once again used the moment of silence to walk away.

"Wait!" Michael called after her. Fortunately, she looks back. "What, another hamster died? You have to..."

They both chuckle. Jordan has some dorky chuckles. "Um... I... I had to... I... I'm... I'm walking home."

"Can I walk with you?"

"Um, yeah."

Michael returns her sweet smile, gesturing for her to lead the way. They walk in silence down the empty road for a few minutes before he decided to break the ice. Something that doesn't happen all the time. "So, you were home-schooled? Man, that must have been wild."

"Actually, it was the exact opposite of wild." Jordan hugs the notebook to her chest. "My dad's pretty protective."

"He's not, like, watching us right now, is he?" He looks at the buildings they pass by.

"Yeah. He has his phone tapped into every camera." She rolls her eyes, making them both laugh. "So, um, what did you think of the songs you read? Without my permission, I may add."

"I honestly don't know." Michael shrugs. It was the truth. He won't just lie to impress someone. "I mean, you can't really read a song, right?"

"True."

He noticed the downcast look in her eyes. "I guess I'd have to hear you sing them."

Jordan blushes. "Um, so anyway... I'm right up there." She pointed to a house just down the street. "So you don't have to walk me."

"Wait. You live up there?" They stopped walking and stared at the two story family house ahead. Michael couldn't believe his eyes. "I... I don't understand how we've never met. I've probably skated by your house. Like, everyday on the way to practice."

"It's a..." Jordan makes a funny face then shakes her head. "Funny coincidence. Um, thanks."

She walks towards the house and Michael stayed on his spot, shoving his hands into his pockets. An idea crossed his mind. "Hey, you wouldn't wanna do something sometime, would you?"

"Uh... Together?"

"Yes, us together. Hang out."

"Well, you should put your number in here then." She flips through the pages of her notebook looking for a space but on one page, a number is already written on it. Signed by Michael.

"I'm old school too." He admitted, this time a genuine little smile on his face.

"Smooth. Thank you."

They stared at each other for a few moments, standing in the middle of the road before Jordan makes a awkward You rock! gesture that caused them to laugh then she sprints towards the gates of her house and disappeared.

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Note: Thanks! Have a nice day. Or night. 🤣🤣

#playchoices #choices #high school story #hss #hss book 1 #hss book 2 #hss book 3 #maria flores #michael harrison #michael x mc #maria x mc

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warcats-cat · 2 years

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Tw long post

Tw venting

If it's a trigger just assume it's here

I'm sorry, Tumblr won't let me make a read more on mobile

I had a bad day at work and I'm still upset about it so I'm just gonna vent a little and then delete this sometime later since it's past mignight for me.

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I work a customer service job making copies/invitations/posters and stuff and I genuinely like the work. I like different paper types and binding books with coils and heated glue and I like making posters and laminating cards and cutting invitations because I don't have to just stand in one spot or sit in one spot doing nothing all day. And for the most part I genuinely like my coworkers; they're understanding and supportive of my needs with my heart condition and being autistic.

And I do have a bunch of customers I really like. I have regulars that make me smile, and one time interactions I think about all the time.

But I just can't handle some people.

I was an hour over trying to take my lunch today, and I got snapped at by some guy (probably in his 70's, veteran hat, like a foot and a half taller than me) because I put up a sign saying I had to leave. I told him someone would come help him and he just started at.me, and then started yelling. I was an hour late to taking my medicine and standing there shaking because physically I couldn't afford to take another person walking up.

I shouldn't have had to tell him I had to go take my heart medicine. He should have respected that I said someone was coming to help him. I spent fifteen of my 30 minutes break crying and shaking even harder, because I was upset and nervous that I had snapped at a customer. My supervisors will support me, but the store manager has been so mean lately. I didn't know if I was about to get written up.

I stayed late because there was so much work to do, and I didn't want to leave it all for my coworker who I really like. It's nice to have him around, to spend time together. He's fun to talk to, older than me but kind and funny and genuine.

A customer came in to collect her order, and we knew it would be difficult because she is usually very upset; she finds something wrong with every order. But I made everything perfect; no bent corners or scratches or crooked folds. I even bundled each of the seven different types of pamphlet she had into little separate bundles, so they didn't get mixed up.

My coworker had price checked another order, and our new registers didn't clear it out like we thought. So we accidentally added the poster to the order, and ran her tax exemption card and credit card through with the extra cost.

She noticed it on her receipt seconds later.

I refunded the order, gave her a refund receipt, and when she complained that she had to turn the receipts in to her church for accounting, I pulled out my phone to calculate the correct total. She called me sloppy and uneducated. She wanted me to refund the whole order.

The new register makes me type everything in by hand to refund. It would have taken a lot of time to refund everything, then re-search her tax exemption and re-ring everything. I said it would take a long time, and I got yelled at for "not being customer focused". How dare I make mistakes? How dare I not perform for her amusement?

She began barking at me and my coworker for making the mistake.

I cried again.

She works for a *church*. Someone who is claims to know and love God. Yelling at my coworker and me like we were lesser than animals.

I struggle with my sense of religion and sense of self almost every day. I can't imagine reading the word of God in *any* capacity and behaving like that.

Again, she was older; probably fifty or sixty. I'm not trying to say everyone of that age demographic is mean to service workers, but it's definitely a trend I see in my day to day.

And if I'm going to be yelled at, it's most likely by someone who is older, or who outwardly makes their religion a part of their personality.

I love the work I do. I love the people around me. I love *people* (most of the time). Maybe I set myself up to be hurt because I have a really big heart. But it's been several hours and I'm still upset. It's more than obnoxious behavior; you're literally talking to another imperfect human being whom your God has told you to love and respect and care for; you're talking to them like they're worse in your eyes than beasts.

I'm not an animal. I'm not a robot. I'm not a monkey clicking buttons for your amusement. I'm a person.

And half the time I can't even talk to people about it; my coworkers know, they don't want to hear it. I can't get ahold of the majority of my friends. I feel like I'm bringing them down anyway when I talk to anyone.

I want to do things that I know I'll fail at, I guess.

I want to believe people are kind and loving and friendly.

I want to believe my life and my time and my knowledge has value.

But I'm so tired of being treated as if I'm nothing. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of being looked down on.

I'm tired.

#warcats rambles #delete later #do not / rblog #please #im just being dramatic #again #i tried to go to sleep but i just couldnt relax #i dont really want to cry again #im just tired #if you tell me to quit my job #youre gonna fet blocked #straight up #if you read this far i am impressed #sorry you did that #no matter what #i love you #my heart is big and full of love #but its bruised easily

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subzeroiceskater · 3 years

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Nice.

“I thought you liked girls! Didn’t I see you swooning over Pride and Iris?”

“Netto-kun, I was what, eleven? Twelve?”

Bisexuality? Not that compulsory heteronormativy isn’t a thing but. Well, personally speaking, I’d just like to have it acknowledged and not be the binary of “you’re either straight or gay”.

“His name is Jomon Teruo.”

“Jomon?”

“As in Japan’s Jomon Electric megastore?” Rockman chimed in.

“That’s it. His grandfather is the CEO.”

… Now, on top of that, he was beholden to some snotty rich kid. The spawn of one of the country’s most affluent name-brand families, in fact. They’d probably ride off into the sunset together in a luxury sedan, flocked by enough maids and servants to make Yaito-chan jealous.

I wonder if Teruo was chosen just because he’s canon rich to serve this role. Yeah, I’m just skipping to the parts where he gets mentioned.

“My counsellor recommended I check out Japan Club. That’s where I met Teruo-kun. He was super welcoming, and we planned all sorts of cultural events together to promote awareness.”

That’s actually pretty sweet. Good on you, Teruo.

The geek delivered a chaste kiss to the now-standing Tohru’s cheek, an act which caused Netto discomfort. “C-cancelled. S-so I flew here instead.”

“H-hi there, I-I’m Jomon Teruo.”

“Hikari Netto.” They shook hands, and the seated one noted the latter’s stutter.

So this was the wolf himself. Not what Netto imagined. The freckled hafu wore a baggy newsboy hat, rimless vintage pink sunglasses, long-sleeved shirt with circle of iron filings splaying the front and lightning bolts running up the arms, white slacks, and utility belt. He looked more like a mechanic or a rock and roll delinquent than the grandson of an electronics magnate. The only overt indicator of his wealth was his one obnoxious pierced ear, flaunting a diamond earring.

To be fair, this is probably more canon and in-character than everything I’ve ever done with Terry. BUT this is just straight up pulling from his game appearance from the mentions of “geek” and the stutters. This is just straight up his canon design as well, which, in my opinion, is A Look.

Although, I’m assuming if they’re older in this fic, they’d somehow dressed differently? The author is mixing game canon into the anime one (which I’ve never seen. To be honest, if Terry had ever appeared ONCE I would’ve watched the whole thing a million years ago, lol favoritism).

Although, hafu? Where did that come from? Terry's not said to be half-anything in the text or anywhere else in canon--absolutely nothing wrong if he was but this is the only place that mentions it for some reason?

That’s not really based on any canon thing at all. Is it because he was renamed Terry in English? That won't make sense in the Japanese setting of this fanfic? Like, even Terry could just be a nickname from Teruo. Teri is even still a a Japanese electric term.

N-not at all. L-lemme tell ya, robots are fascinating. A-and you’re apprenticing under Aoki Makoto? S-she’s a legend in the robotics community.”

“You should let Teruo-kun have a look at what you’re working on,” Tohru proposed. “Robotics are his specialty.”

“Q-quit it, Tohru-chan.”

Drat. He was modest too.

Teruo’s actually pretty cool with this? I’m anticipating the heel turn any time now but this is pretty nice. Based Teruo, loving and supporting robotics, female scientist and his fiancé.

Putting together Terry and Copybots is such an obvious thing that I'm mostly glad someone else did that!

A genius who could match pace with Tohru’s intellect, wealthy and reputable, with a sturdy career. Netto had nothing to offer. Teruo was everything he couldn’t be.

Well, yeah, Terry/Teruo’s shown to be good with robotics and have a rich grandpa but, seriously, Netto. This is a little too much, pfft. Although, that is the point of a pining romantic fanfic, I suppose. I’ll be honest, I haven’t read fanfics for a long time. It just feels more like the plot is leading the characters on and slotting them into types instead of letting the IC personalities and motivations arise naturally or speak or whatever.

And now I’ll turn into about myself. Am I any better with my own stuff? Nope! Author did this the same reason I do my own art—coz it amuses ‘em.

“His boyfriend is rotten! A scoundrel! The heavenly bodies foretell it!”

Yep, it’s definitely not me Netto-kun likes. Teruo-kun wouldn’t harm a fly! Tohru relished the garlic in his dumplings.

HERE WE GO 😈

The powwows a directionally inadept Dingo held asking his tomahawk for counsel locating Maha Ichiban’s customers came to mind, and Netto justly grew skeptical.

What? Err… You know what, I’ll just concentrate on the Teruo parts. For my own peace of mind. I don’t want to get legit mad again.

Tohru was entitled to the world. On Teruo’s lanky arm, that attitude represented a concrete, dynastic legacy. If the cost of that felicity was that he himself would fade, amen! Tohru’s contentment justified the tribulation. He could take it. For his beloved, he could learn to suffer the grief.

Yeah, this kind of thing. It feels more like Teruo is just an obstacle for the eventual realization of Netto’s true love. Like any trope, it’s not that’s necessarily bad but this is a little too on the nose and a little too overwrought for me. xD Maybe Netto was too different in the anime but I don’t really hear Lan thinking or talking like this, even as a grown up or in love. It’s just stuff like the author is blatantly going “hurry it up and get together” but at the expense of the story. It’s…well, “fanfic” writing.

I’m not explaining myself very well. This is why I don’t write fanfic myself, lol.

“Based on the evidence, we’ve secured a warrant to take Sparkman’s suspected operator, Jomon Teruo, into custody”

HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Now that you mention it, Teruo did express a dubious interest in our research. Gah! Romeda-san was right!” He smacked himself, realizing the phony psychic’s prediction had come to fruition. “The jerk is shady!”

He’s a robotics guy who’s interested in robotics stuff. He seemed perfectly normal when you talked to him. How is that shady.

His vilification of Teruo abruptly gained legitimate weight.

😈 😈 😈 To be clear, I’m not mad or anything. This is actually a lot more fun than I expected it to be. It’s more funny than anything. Like, here’s Teruo being an okay dude who’s being guiltily vilified by Netto…but no, he was right, all along!

“Even though I’m not worthy of your love, even though I’ll never be able to give you the things he can, that doesn’t change the fact that I will protect you, Tohru-kun! No matter what! You may hate me for it, but there’s no avoiding it anymore!”

Teruo’s a shit Netbattler. You’re one of the best. Go beat his ass netbattling or something, Netto.

He located Teruo immersed among the gizmos in his lab. Untidy as a hoarder, blueprints and tools lay disorderly, necessitating Tohru dance around the innumerable hazards to his feet. His grease monkey boyfriend was hunched over a project, welding. Blue embers licked the metal as he mended a garish scar begriming its surface.

Okay, I can’t believe how cool Teruo is in this fic. I mean, he gets to do robotic-labs shit, even if just by implication. What the fuck.

“Yo, Tohru-chan!” Teruo jerked his helmet up.

He was tinkering with a robot. A Copyroid.

No…

“What have you done?”

“My oh my, that Hikari Netto did a number on you, didn’t he?” Teruo patted the Copyroid. “I rewired it. Optimized its destructive capability. Rebooted it without those pesky inhibitors. No safety parameters. I’ve accomplished what Aoki Makoto was afraid to do.”

The loss of the Jomon family successor’s stutter unnerved him. Was it all a ploy?

Like, this is legit cool, man. Teruo’s legit badass. Haha. Based. And he’s giving orders to the neo-WWW? Like, some kind of Dr. Wily analogue? So cool, even if just implication.

Oh, by the way, that’d be welding mask, and not helmet.

“Gramps is holding out on me. Reassessing my status in his will. He dissed robotics and threatened to sever my funding, the geezer! When I caught wind on an Undernet BBS that these lowlife goons were planning to bust out the Professor, I extended my services. In exchange, the Professor lends me his soldiers. It’s a hostile takeover, baby!”

Fuck yeah. I actually love this. This is pretty much his scenario from the game but extended a little more villainously.

“After everything we’ve been through! It was a lie?”

“Never. I do love you. Gonna give you the world, Tohru-chan. Picture it. Us, unlimited coin, and a controlling interest in the organization!”

“You can walk away! I’ll speak to the Net Police! We can hammer out a plea bargain!”

“Aww, how swell of you to defend me. When this is over, you and I are due for a heckuva holiday. Hmm? The Southern Isles?”

And it turns out he genuinely loves Tohru? Like, in his own earnest way? Based.

“You ain’t gonna win! No siree!” Teruo taunted, priggishly unhinged after having been liberated of his tiresome fake speech impediment and goody two-shoes public persona.

The duplicitous jerk! He really was the spoiled rich kid Netto thought!

Okay, but I wanna argue that I don’t think that Teruo (Terry in BN4) was faking—the stutter at least. Terry’s thing is at his heart, a coward. The stutter was him being a scaredy-cat because he was nervous trying to trick Lan and him getting a confidence boost was thinking he’s succeeded. There’s the heel turn I’ve been waiting but the whole way getting here was so fun (and honestly short) so I don’t mind as much.

“Bourgeois slime, I’m gonna enjoy pixelating that disrespectful runt of yours!” Teruo spat.

I was gonna say how weird for him to use bourgeois as insult when he’s the richer one but I just looked it up and this usage is correct: bourgeois relates to the middle-class. Whoops. I also just found out that I’ve been understanding the slang “bougie” wrong all this time. Educational!

Neither Teruo nor Sparkman abided by restraint. Divorced of commitment, they cut loose, exactly as Teruo stipulated, with “extreme prejudice.”

And Teruo completes transformation to vaudeville villain. He’s still fun, though.

Teruo threw caution to the wind. Resorting to cheating, he spammed Extra Codes to push Sparkman to the limit, mashing his PET like his life depended on it. “Take this! And this! And this! Heh heh heh!”

Can it really be called cheating if this was never meant to be a fair legit fight in a contest with rules. Teruo’s just being a poor sport in general. Which is still canon characterization, btw.

“Garbage!” Sparkman was literally falling apart. “You may excel at repairing machines, but you sure stink at Navi operation!”

“Sue me! I’m a robot specialist, not a NetBattler!”

Rockman mocked, “Arguing? Trust between operator and Navi is key!”

“You’re such a hot shot! Why don’t you fix this useless robot body?”

“I oughta sell you for scrap!”

Yeah, this is just from the game. Although, Teruo should be able to do something about the Copyroid body. Okay, you know what, I’ve always want a Full Synchro between them. What’s that? The point of Terry’s story was how he’s so bad at Netbattling and he couldn’t get along with his Navi?

Well, more reason for them to overcome their differences and finally be true battle buddies. Honestly, that’s part of the whole “Terry gets a friend, learns to be less of a terrible shit and gets his life on track” fanfic idea I’ve had since I played his game.

Anyway, he gets arrested. And…hired an assassin to try take Netto out? Lmao, still badass. That’s it for him. I tried looking for that time travel thing but, nothing. I think from context, this is just because this whole story was the time travel thing? Well.

That was more entertaining than I thought it would be. I’d have to wonder why Terry of all people but it may be as simple as he was a rich jerk who never appeared in the anime and so good for a retelling. He was far more important in this story than pretty much anything else I’ve ever seen, outside of my own stupid doodles, hahahaha.

#megaman shitposting #I am the CEO of Teruo Jomon

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This song made me cry today. Thought I’d share.

Beware of horses

I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important

Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order

And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on

I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this

Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this

I just say what I want like I'm made for this

But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong

Maybe that's why me and Mike get along

Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming

(Woo!)

And it sounds like war

(Woo!)

And it breaks our hearts

When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc

Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs

Make a buck and dash, yeah

Get a little dap like "Yeah I'm the fucking man! ", yeah

Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"

It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin'

Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons

You talk clean and bomb hospitals

So I speak with the foulest mouth possible

And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical

I will not be confused for docile

I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile

[Killer Mike:]

Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win

It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again

But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again

At the Dem Conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in

As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate skin

Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again

Ooh, Mike said "uterus", they acting like Mike said "You a bitch"

To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it

Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch!"

Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit

I maneuver through manure like a slumdog millionaire

El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires"

I respond with a heavy "Yeah"

Big bro says "Fuck that, toughen up

Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough"

The devil don't sleep, us either

El spits fire, I spit ether

We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars

Coming soon on a new world tour

Probably play the score for the World War

At the apocalypse, play the encore

Turn around, see El, and I smile

Hell coming and we got about a mile

Until it's over I remain hostile...

[Kill Your Masters]

[Killer Mike:]

Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop

You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you

I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth

I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'

Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you

But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse

I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views

I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news

Garvey-mind, Tyson-punch, this is bad news

So feel me, follow me

Devil done got on top of me

Bad times got a monopoly

Give up, I did the opposite

Pitch perfect, did it properly

Owner killed by his property

[El-P:]

This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio

War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go

And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves you know

Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow

It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you

They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop

And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do

These fucking fools have forgotten just who been fooling who

[Killer Mike:]

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

[Zack de la Rocha:]

Killer children of men on the throne roving with no atonement

Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen

But the flow is a burning wind, blowing to your coast and

Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions

Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding

This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings

Boots on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling

Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin'

Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper

Born in the beast and fixin' feast tearin' its features

The world surges, the nation's nervous

The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us

We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated

Won't state our numbers for names and remain faceless

We dignified, they can't erase us

We ain't asleep, we rope a dope through the flames

Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name

Run 'em

[Killer Mike:]

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-

Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-

Kill your masters

#run the jewels #run the jewels 3 #a report to your shareholders #kill your masters #killer mike #el-p #blm #black lives matter #Spotify

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