#their height difference drives me insane btw

[barblaz-arts]

Picked out my favorite looks from my sketches and now they're going on a date

#wip #their height difference drives me insane btw #im not normal about it #charlie breaking her back just to kiss vaggie #im aware Vaggie's look would look better with heels but i feel like that's where she draw the line at femme clothing #like that woman definitely hates heels #tho i might look up cuter flats later #(sorry fashion isn't my strong suit) #hazbin hotel #chaggie

[the-queenoftrash]

Alright I’m gonna try something

Milly’s Raincode Playthrough Post

New to Tumblr so idk this will work but I’m gonna try to keep editing/updating this post as I play through Raincode with my thoughts and stuff. Full spoilers for the game but I’ll mark stuff as I go along. If this works out I’ll do it for other media i experience too! Feel free to check back occasionally as I update this post.

So I think that barrier means now you have to actively click through to read so I should be able to start typing spoils now.

Chapter 0 -

This one’ll be a bit different since I already completed it by the time of typing this but I enjoyed this chapter! It’s been a while since I’ve played danganronpa or watched akudama drive so I forgot how,, unhinged Kodaka was. I also didn’t really follow the marketing material so I thought we were legitimately being introduced to the main cast LOL. Melami’s design was really cute… Yuma and Shinigami’s relationship reminds me of Ryuki and Tama’s from AINI, so that’s to say I enjoyed them.

When first broke into the infirmary I felt like there was some fuckery going on cause the body burned too quickly but I thought that was just a suspense of disbelief moment… I was expecting a simple first case so I was actually tricked. The cart switch was kinda a weird plot point but I didn’t feel cheated tbh.

I enjoyed the gameplay of the labyrinth but it felt a little lonely compared to the class trials. Not gonna hold this against the game yet though cause I know later on other character’s will join you.

Game’ll be fun if it keeps this up!

Prologue -

Now I’m gonna be kinda writing down my thoughts as I go along.

Escaping Kaiji Tang is impossible holy shit

Why do they make him play all the hot characters

I remember Kodaka saying somewhere once he liked writing delinquents/outcasts because they were more interesting, so it’s interesting to see even in a detective game he tried to make that the case

Hm, so there’s gotta be something about the rain. They’re bringing it up so it’s not just an aesthetic thing. Probably some mind control virus or some shit..

Love the city’s aesthetic

RINDO TWEWY?????

Non-binary,,,,, so real

I recognize this girls VA… I know what you are……. But who… OH ITS HARU THATS WHY

THEIR NAME IS NIGHTMARE?????? So real

Luke from Streets??? Damn how did the dub department have this much budget LOL

Yakou,, babygirl,, don’t give up all hope, I am here…

Fubuki is so real tbh I don’t remember anything

Yuma’s gonna unlock an insane forte in the final act isn’t he

Also this music is going crazy btw super chill

The ultimate secret… the 16th detective… lying hidden somewhere in this rain..

Interesting that this game seems to directly follow up Damganronpa V3’s themes of truth vs lies

The end of this game is gonna dumb as hell I can’t wait. Great global mystery? Fuck that’s gonna be so stupid I can’t wait.

Alright that’s the prologue done. Like the characters so far but I’m interested in how the chapters are gonna be set up since this set up doesn’t feel like it fits a ton of individual murders? Idk. We’ll see I guess.

Chapter 1 -

Hm so something to do with voodoo dolls… off the bat I’m guessing whoever the killer is, is associated with Amaterasu and will try to pin the killings on some religious fate or something

Weird that they’re just staying in a hotel when what is basically the government obviously wants them dead LOL

Yakou just let him cook you don’t see the vision of his dish

What if number one is dead and that’s what shinigami knows about him!!!

Cloaked figure that’s the same height as Yuma (short baby man) hm not suspicious at all definitely no time travel twin weirdness happening

Vivia is such an odd little man I like him

Hm the book he’s reading feels like it’s gonna parallel either one of the chapters or the whole game hm… someone who was already dead, making someone come back day by day to do the same thing… number one is dead theory is going WILD

Nail man sounds like a really stupid super hero/villain that flopped after a single issue. Couldn’t stack up to Big Wheel from spider man

SHINIGAMI WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

These load times are ROUGH man

I love that they made the gremlin mascot character that Monokuma was into our ally this time

The peace keepers definitely planted the hammer on the guy they arrested or something

Oh the save icon is halara I wonder who our partner is gonna be

HALARA GO ENBY GOOOO

Damn Halara you can’t just extort a kid like that

Shinigami even if you can’t create money just go like!! Steal it idk girl!!

Surprised the peacekeepers even keep track of the cases

Only the info in the report can be sent to the media so they aren’t just playing dumb, they do know more. Does the nail man work for them?

Danganronpa ⁉️

This killer is extra. You strangle them and then do a big mystery box with nails? Ok bro.

Yuma the culprit literally had a rope how do you think he got down

Alright that’s the first investigation I guess. Is there gonna be more victims or something or is this all we have to work with?

They weren’t walking through the wall they had a fucking rope!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was !! A fucking rope!!!

Seth bring do quiet he needs a megaphone is just like me fr

We’re gonna enter the mystery labyrinth right as the execution starts aren’t we? Is that gonna be a running theme of only using it at the last minute?

Kodaka please make Halara an enby like I heard pre launch instead of a gender reveal plot twist please I wanna like this game I’m begging you kodaka please please I do not trust you

Ah so are these priests our culprit list? Well before taking to them I’m gonna call out the big one.

The nun is way too sus to be the culprit. Saying you’re with the peace keepers? Nuh uh.

Alright so it’s definitely the Servernt or Worshipper I think. I’m leaning towards Servant.

Does Halara’s forte have to do with the intel they gathered and hope they were waiting?

Oh nvm they just told us LOL

That’s a convenient forte lmao

Hm specifying that only a thin person could get through the vent ok so that leaves out the servant since the game was literally making jokes about him being fat

Yknow, respect to the killer for valuing aesthetics lol

Glad they kept the pink blood

Hm so our partner just forgets about the case when they come into the labyrinth? I guess that makes sense since the others are more skilled than us

Halara is so nonchalant lmao

BUSH SETH!!! No wonder he shows up at a tower

Yuma not understanding the concept of ropes is stupid bro!!! I get it but!!!

That nun looking super sussy idk they wouldn’t make it that obvious but

This mansion got me stumped

Nah that throw definitely took the killer a few times 💀💀💀

Hm maybe the third locked room was a copycat cause Halara calls it amateurish and it doesn’t bring us any closers…

Bluffing? That’s how you get false confessions too Halara

Hm phantom Seth is still alive though, there’s more here

IT WAS A COPYCAT I WAS RIGHT

It’s obviously not the kid but I’m trying anyway

Shit

Hm maybe it was the servant since we were most clearly thrown off his trail before. If that doesn’t work than I guess the nun.

Oh by having info it meant the worshipper oopsie

Shinigami you can just possess bodies LOL at least make the confession convincing

Hellsmile is a hell of a last name. Heh. Hell.

I wonder what the point of saving us from Seth is, not like that helps them in any way

HOW DOES THIS KID KNOW ABOUT THE SUB???

Awwwww that’s so cute

Well I guess that’s Chapter 1! I’m liking the game so far but I hope cases get a bit more personal. Danganronpa made things super personal by making the cases about characters you’ve spent hours learning about and ace attorney lets you meet the chapters cast for a while before any dramatics. Raincode hasn’t really offered that in this chapter (it kinda did in ch0 by introducing a fake cast).

Anyway onto ch2!

Chapter 2 -

This Desuhiko dude is kinda annoying ngl

Oh he’s gonna be a murderer in a future chapter isnt he? There’s no way they don’t use his power for the mystery and just have it during investigation

Yakou you are never getting that food

Secret research? Oh god this is gonna get wacky at the end

Shinigami when she sees a teen who doesn’t have boobs touching the floor (ugly)

“The peacekeepers were eager to take the body” and “secret research” oh fuck no Nuh uh no way

I am going to kill desuhiko i think

Stab burn murder kill stabby stab explode rip tear

I’m not prepared to have 50% of this chapter’s cast be completely annoying

Yuma just like me no way

First impressions is the honor student is the killer

Oh I just realized we’re gonna have to kill a high schooler oh

Yuma so skilled his fem voice doesn’t even have to exist‼️

I’m gonna be real I’m not absorbing any of this play

Oh girl’s fucking dead ok

Could Kurumi be the killer somehow????

Ah

Well I was excited to have a connection to the chapter’s mystery as a partner but if she’s being arrested there goes that idea

Everyone thinks Yoshiko did it so it can’t be her

SOMEONE KILL THIS GREMLIN MAN DESUHIKO I HATE HIMMMMM

Martina?? Imposter????? Like??? Among!??? Us???

That’s a lot of mystery phantoms goddamn

I have genuinely no clue who the culprit may be

atp I think all these girls are just haters and did it together

Ok yeah

Oh so they did it as revenge…

oh

Shinigami you don’t *have* to do them like that yknow

ok

The homunculus is gonna be made of the corpses isn’t it fuck off Nuh uh no way girl I am not sleeping if I see that thing

Oh is Kurumi gonna be a reoccurring character now?

Vivia sus as hell he’s definitely got his own death god or something

So Yomi believes in his justice it’s just his justice is fucked up that makes more sense

Martina get the FUCK out of there

WHAT

…

And that’s chapter 2! The game is just getting better and better so far, really enjoying it.

Chapter 3 -

Masked man?? Mother 3?? Real?.

So, Makoto is definitely clone Yuma or something crazy like that

I hope he’s not evil I like this fucked up little rat

Yeahhhhh Yuma and Makoto are related I’m just that good a detective

Local kid(?) gets kidnapped twice in a row, wins record

Given the posters I’m assuming these are some sort of rebels

Oh please tell me they didn’t actually kill the agency before a Fubuki chapter……

Whatever this chapter’s case is, one of these people is the killer. I’m saying the old man.

Idk why we have to run this guy seems fine even if his comrades are way too trigger happy

Making the enemies of a game about murders and a death god supposedly “immortal” is interesting

Ohh what if a culprit is immortal and we can’t destroy their labyrinth because of it

FUBUKI!!!!!!!!!! <3 she’s,,,, just like me,,, fr,,

I love kindhearted dummys. Galo, Milly, Fubuki, Kronk. My beloveds.

FUBUKI THEY CALL YOU WHAT??? GIRLIE?????

NOOO THE REBELS WERE NEEDLESS TERRORISTS 😔😔😔😔

blow up ameterasu buildings not schools!!! Or make sure no civilians are around!!!!

What is the point of this being a game this serves no one

Girl can TIME TRAVEL???? Huhhhh????

Shachi’s gonna be dead when we get to roof won’t he

Yuuuup

My guess is this was a coordinated effort by everyone else since they thought he was holding them back

I did not understand that 2nd bomb puzzle but I got it so ok

The resistance wasn’t blowing up random civilians instead of peacekeepers we won (unless this old guy’s completely bullshitting)

I wish you could use forte’s in the labyrinth I feel like it’d make for a lot of unique scenarios

Girl who jumped on a moving vehicle earlier: “I’m bad at jumping”

If this was a suicide who would die at the end of the dungeon? Would he come back to life?

I’m not even gonna lie all of this for a bank robbery is kinda fucking stupid very solid case of chapter 3 syndrome let’s fucking goo

At least Fubuki carried

KODAKA AFTER V3 YOU CANT HAVE VIVIA CASUALLY BREAK THE 4TH WALL

Sooooo we did all of that for nothing this truly is a case 3 syndrome moment

Shinigami recognizes Vivia he definitely used to be her master…. But isn’t she with us until death…. Wait is he a homunculus?

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND DOES HE SAY I WANNA DIE ONE DAY CAUSE HE CANT CAUSE HES AN IMMORTAL HOMUNCULUS

MAKOTO IS WHAT

What was he cooking

Nah I do NOT trust this submarine

I’m gonna let Vivia cook here

Alright that’s chapter 3. I was so with this chapter right up until the end where it kinda fell apart. Oh well. Gotta have case 3 syndrome or it wouldn’t be a true danganronpa successor. Anyway, I’m assuming we learn about Vivia next… hope I’m right about him being a homunculus

Chapter 4-

Kurumi wouldn’t an area Amaterasu not want you to go to be an opportune place for secrets

Corpse disposal… to be made into experiments…

Makoto is so funny he’s just here he’s just a smelly little rat man

I feel like Makoto is gonna be the murder victim here with him hyping up how Yuma is gonna die in the lab but obviously that won’t happen

The intruder is probably Vivia isn’t it

Is Vivia one of the hitmen hired to stop the WDO?

That short peacekeeper is desuhiko isn’t it

Yeah

NONO NO NO DONT TELL ME THE CHIEF IS DEADN NO INONONONONO

FUCK

I’m about to hire a hitman for the hitman fuck you Fink

Shinigami is having us remember all these forte’s and the chapter is about an “insider” god it’s one of the detectives isn’t it

Rip vivia is a homunculus theory

GODDAMN PHANTOM YOMI GOES HARD

This mystery labyrinth is fucking with my head I got no idea what’s going on

Oh wait if the doctor was escaping then he just faked his death, got caught by Yakou, killed him, and then fucked off. That’s why the hooded man had a lab coat. I think I solved it on the “motive” side route I’m just that good.

He would need a body double though I guess….

I like how twisty this mystery labyrinth is getting

So if the culprit is dead.. then yakou…

Hey why is the blood on Yakou’s design red when it’s supposed to be pink? At least I think? That’s supposed to be blood??

Oh shit there’s more?

I hate how solving the mystery labyrinth basically does nothing for us and we’re always just bailed out anyway. I guess that’s the point? Knowing the truth is enough? But in the past we’ve lied about why they died.

Is my memory failing or Martina more pale…. Homunculus……….

Why would they hide a man that important in an HQ

oh

Well that’s chapter 4! Really really good chapter. Kept me wondering and I was kinda thrown off by Fink looking like the Dr lol. This was for sure the best mystery labyrinth as well, super twisty and confusing and the death matches were way more intense. Cant wait to solve this mystery in…

Chapter 5 -

Alright now we get into the monster corpse homunculus stuff

WHAT THE GIRLS FROM SCHOOL FUCK

I knew we’d probably get a homunculus of dead characters but I didn’t expect straight up zombies of them

Wait WaitWAITWIARIRIWIAISIT

THE MEATBUNS OH GOD

What the FUCK

FUCK ARE WE GONNA GET CH0’D AGAIN FUCKFUCK FUCK I NEVER THOUGHT ID BE SO SAD TO SEE DESUHIKO’S CORPSE

I’m trying to figure out who this announcer is. It doesn’t sound like number one but…

YO CHAPTER 0 CHARACTERS I FORGOT ABOUT THEM

Man this is fucked up

The void century? Nah the blank century mystery.

What is the “Unified Government” needing military force for, they’re unified 💀

NOT ZOMBIE YAKOU 😭

Oh it’s makoto… maybe he can see shinigami cause hes us

Is the escaped homunculus Makoto/us

Yup the meatbuns are…

Wow it’s weird seeing the city in full sunlight lol

I fully expect makoto to fake being frozen in time

YEAAAAHHHHH HARD READ

Damn this is a pretty labyrinth

EVERYONE???

THE PINK BLOOD IS A PLOT POINT??????????????????? WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING HOLY SHIT????????????

Oh my fucking god

AND NOW WE HAVE A DUEL WITH MAKOTO DAMN???

OH HE’S HERE CAUSE WE TOOK HIS HAND OH MY GOD

MAKOTO IS US I FUCKING KNEW IT

So was the old number one just a figurehead?

OH THATS WHY THE RANDOM RAMEN GUY KEPT GETTING FOCUSED ON

OH AND HE RUNS A FOOD STAND CAUSE HE CAN COOK

This ending is kinda peak

Gonna keep going through the epilogue like this

I like seeing the kanai culture after this

What how are they alive??? Are they homunculus?

Makoto what the fuck what was the point of that

#raincode #master detective archives: rain code #danganronpa #kazutaka kodaka #idk I should come up with a tag for these probably

[gucciwins]

ahh are you angel was so good!!! is it possible for you to do a follow up where he gets released from the hospital and they go back to her house and she fusses over him a lot and takes care of him and he's like really stubborn and insists on doing things himself and walking about when he really shouldn't? I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!! so so so good!

Hello lovely, thank you for such a kind message. I was writing and I wanted it to be sweet but there's actually a pinch of angst involved. Anyways, if you take the time to read this I hope you enjoy firefighter harry being stubborn at home. This is a follow up to Are You Angel?

Word count: 3331

Trouble Follows

Are You Angel?

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Harry was living in bliss.

Although he was injured and healing nicely, the doctors have told him. He enjoyed it because he was living with his girlfriend, who cared for him and made sure he didn’t overdo it.

It’s been two weeks, and he swears he couldn’t love Y/N anymore, but it grows every day. He adored her and was so thankful for how she was caring for him. She’d make him breakfast, and they’d either share it in bed or on the couch. She made his coffee just how he liked it and left him different baked goods every few days. He’s happily putting on weight from all the treats she makes.

Then after seven-thirty, she would head to work and, like clockwork at twelve, would be making her way into the house. She’d remove her sneakers and set up the lunch she stopped by to pick up, and then she’d wake him up with soft kisses all over his face, helping him sit up because of his bruised ribs. Y/N would let him sit at the table the only time. They’d chat about how her day was going too far; then, he’d discuss the book he decided to read. He is currently reading Normal People because Y/N wanted to watch the show, but Harry said she had to wait for him to read the book so they’d be able to discuss both. Y/N thought it was the sweetest thing and smothered him in kisses. Harry likes it when she does that.

After lunch, she’d tuck him to the couch and let him rest while she made her way back to work. Then Harry spent those last few hours at home sleeping, watching Survivor, another thing Y/N got him hooked on. Harry even upgraded her Hulu because he could not deal with the commercials. He didn’t have the patience for that. Y/N told him she wanted to apply to be on any of those shows but didn't know if she’d do well; Harry doubted that. He knew she could do anything she put her mind to. Instead, she told him they should look into applying to do Amazing Race together, which he has not ventured into yet but surely will soon.

Y/N would finally come home around five, and Harry would be in the bedroom either getting ready to shower or lying in bed. He would honestly wait for her because he liked it when she helped him undress, then she’d join him in the shower where she’d let him kiss her all over. He’s honestly dying for a taste of her. The problem is the doctor does not clear him, so it’s a no to sex from her.

Honestly, the shower was part of his favorite day, he’d get to stand, and she’d just let Harry hold her. He’d whisper how he missed her. Then he’d try to tempt her by whisper sweet nothings in her ear about how he missed the taste of her on his tongue, how she could just as easily ride his face, and the one he knows that almost always gets her is how he missed being close to her, as she squeezed him tight when he slipped inside of her. She always took a step back, avoiding eye contact because she knew if she looked at the look in his eyes, she’d give in.

Y/N would look at his chest, her eyes scanning over the scars on his skin until she landed on the purple bruise of his ribs. “Not until that is healed.” She’d half-smile at him.

Today was different. He went to the doctor’s with Mitch, Y/N not being able to get out of shift as they were full of patients for the day but promised to come straight home so they could cook dinner together. He squeezed her tighter before she left this morning, hoping for good news.

Harry walked into the hospital with a smile, greeting the staff. He didn’t have to wait long until his name was called, Mitch staying in his chair, looking at a magazine of National Geographic. Harry fixed his hoodie, walking towards the nurse who guided him to room 205. Carla, the nurse, checks his blood pressure, his height, and weight letting him know he gained five pounds that the doctor would be impressed. Harry smirked, knowing he’d tease Y/N for helping him put on weight. Carla smiled and told him the doctor would be in shortly and informed him to change into the gown provided.

Dr. Vazquez walks in fifteen minutes with a knock on the door.

“Mr. Styles, good to see you.”

“You as well.” He smiles.

“Right, well looking over your charts, everything looks good but still got to look you over.”

“Go right ahead, doc.” Harry sighs with a slight grin.

Dr. Vazquez washes his hands then gloves up. He walks over to Harry, standing right in front of him. First, he looks at Harry’s arms seeing that the burns healed, with minimal scarring. Then he moves over to the gown, seeing there are no longer bruises on his leg. Harry had to do physical therapy for a week as a precaution, but he aced all the drills and then was cleared. He lifted the gown to expose his stomach.

“Does it still hurt, your ribs?” Dr. Vazquez asked as he felt around the area of the bruising.

“No.” Harry lied.

“Hmm…” Dr. Vazquez touched Harry gently on the bruise, and Harry hissed. “Think it still does. It looks like you will need that extra week to recover at least until the bruising goes away.”

“Another week,” Harry repeats.

“Yes, I want you to heal properly.”

“But my job,” Harry exclaims, not believing he has to be out for another week.

Dr. Vazquez sighs, “You’re going back to the job Harry. I understand how much it means to you. If I let you go back early, you could break a rib if you aren’t careful. Now, I want you to go home and keep doing what you’re doing. You’re in great health overall.”

“Except the bruise,” Harry mutters.

“I’ll let you get dressed. See you next week, Styles.” As Dr. Vazquez is turning the knob, he turns around. “Thank Y/N for the oatmeal cookies. They were delicious.”

Harry nods and hops down from the bench wanting to get dressed and go home.

_

Mitch drives Harry home; it’s silent all the way there until he parks in front of Y/N’s house, which is technically his. He’s not sure, but it feels like home, at least with her, it does.

“You alright, H?” Mitch asks, shifting to look at Harry.

Harry sighs, leaning his head back against the seat. “No, got another week and another checkup.”

“That’s alright; you need to heal properly,” Mitch responds.

Harry shrugs, “I guess.”

“We still on for dinner at seven?”

“Yeah.”

Harry gets out and makes his way to the front door. He sits on the couch, and the more he sits there, the angrier he becomes. He’s not mad at anyone, just the situation. Harry isn’t sure how long he sits there, letting his anger simmer, but it’s been a while because he hears the front door unlock and Y/N enter.

“Hi darling,” She greets from the door, where she slips her shoes off and sets her purse down.

Harry doesn’t answer, continues to sit there, too lost in thought.

Y/N smiles seeing him sitting there.

She hurries over him, desperate to hug him. She sits next to him on the couch, carefully slipping her arms around his waist as not to hurt him.

“Missed you.”

Harry sighs, kissing her head softly. “Me too.”

“Going to make you a tea, Ms. Waters was telling me it strengthens your bones and to make it even better, it smells like lavender although she said it might need some sugar if you don’t want it to be bitter.”

Y/N isn’t worried. Some days she comes home and does all the talking because he had a few rough days, and sometimes she’d be quiet, and Harry would cuddle her, commenting about everyone’s gameplay in Survivor.

This is the most stable relationship she’s been in. Yes, it is insane for Harry to move for the time being, but she’s not opposed to him moving in so soon. She loves him, and that means she sees a future with him. It may or may not end in heartbreak, but she wants as much time with Harry that she can get.

Harry was just as thrilled. Most of his clothes could already be found in the drawers she opened up for him. She has uniform shirts hanging in her closet. She buys his favorite fabric softener. They’ve been domestic from the start.

This is love, and she wants it for as long as Harry will give it to her.

Y/N came out with the mug, placing it on the coaster for Harry.

Harry stared at Y/N, thinking about every single thing she does for him. He was thankful he really was because he loved her, and this was showing him just how much she loved him, but he could do things independently.

Harry goes to sit up, and Y/N is there instantly to help him. Harry isn’t sure why, but it bothers him.

This seems to be the last straw after the day he had, and Harry shrugs her off.

She steps back, not a word is said.

“Y/N,”

A frown on her face, he called her by her name, not one of the sweet nicknames he has for her.

“You’re suffocating me. I can do this on my own. I’ve been hurt before, and I didn’t need you.” Harry says harshly.

Y/N flinches, taking a step back.

Harry instantly feels the guilt seeping in.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re feeling this way,” She says as she takes small steps back to increase their distance. “I’m going to go for a walk.” Shoes in hand, she opens the door and walks out before Harry can say anything.

Harry sighs because he didn’t mean to make her upset. He really is a dick.

Now she’s outside and upset. Harry hates that he drove her out of her own home because of his stubbornness.

He’s not sure how to apologize, but in the meantime, Harry can think about it before she comes back.

_____

It’s been over an hour, and Harry knows she should be home soon. He tried calling and texting her, but she’s ignoring his cars, rightfully so. He feels time goes by slowly now that she isn’t there to keep him company.

Harry wants to apologize and hold her close. He misses her and her sweet smile that’s reserved just for him. He feels awful because he’s not even sure if she took a jacket, and it’s a cold night. He did this and just wants her home, even if it means her being upset with him.

There’s a knock on the door, and he rushes over to open it but frowns when he sees Mitch and Sarah.

“Well, what a welcome,” Sarah says sarcastically at his expression.

“Sorry, thought you were Y/N,” Harry sighs, moving back, allowing them to enter.

Mitch and Sarah share a look, “Shouldn’t she be here?”

“She should, but I’m a dick, and she went on a walk to get away from me.”

“Harry,”

“I know, I felt awful right away, Fuck, I’ve never yelled at her-- we don’t fight. It’s not us, and now she’s not answering my calls.”

Sarah looks around the room before her eyes land on the bag next to the mushroom key holder. “The phone that is sitting next to her bag.”

“Fuck,” Harry frowns. He picks it up, seeing all his missed calls. He scrolls then stops when he sees Frankie’s name.

With Frankie, will be home soon.

It was sent fifteen minutes ago.

“She’s with Frankie.”

Harry leans against the wall, sighing in relief. “Should we be here when she gets back?” Mitch asks.

“No, we need to talk. Raincheck?”

Sarah nods, “Of course. Keep us updated.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Mitch walks out first, then Sarah before they share a look. Sarah sighs, turning to look at Harry. “Listen, you don’t have to tell me what happened, but Y/N loves you. I’ve known her as long as you have. From the way Y/N has spoken about you to Frankie and me, it’s like you hung the moon and stars for her. It might be easy to treat her as a target but know this; she will never stand to be mistreated because she knows her worth. So, swallow your pride and fix this with your heart and not your ego.”

Sarah walks away before he can respond. Harry is about to shut the door when a car pulls up; he recognizes it as Frankie’s, a red pick-up truck.

He smiles; she’s back.

Y/N gets out of the car, greeting Mitch and Sarah with a hug. She frowns when Harry assumes they tell her they can’t stay for dinner. She pulls a bag out from the passenger seat and hands it over to them. Harry feels himself soften because even though she was upset, she still passed to get dinner.

Heart of gold she has.

She’s absolutely perfect, and he might have messed it all up.

Y/N hugs Frankie before moving towards Harry, a bag of food in her hand. She doesn’t meet his eyes but walks past him into the house.

Harry closes the door behind him and watches her set the bag of food that he can now see is Thai food from his favorite place three blocks away. She stands there, nervously playing with a robin ring on her index finger, slipping it on and off.

“Uh…you’re right, I’ve been suffocating,” she says softly.

Harry sighs, “No.” But it’s like she doesn’t hear him because she keeps going.

“I can stay with Frankie for a while, this is your home as well, and I won’t kick you out. Or, if you want your own space, Mitch said he could drive you over to your apartment. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Harry feels the tears coming, god he doesn’t deserve her or her sympathy let alone her love.

“You don’t need to go anywhere. I want you right here. Need you right here.” Harry takes a small step toward her hoping she won’t back away.

Y/N doesn’t, but she also doesn’t look at him either. It breaks his heart.

“Will you please look at me, angel?” He pleads.

She lifts her head, eyes red and swollen. He did that. He made her cry.

Maybe he does deserve to feel this hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said. I was upset and angry, and I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have. It’s not an excuse for what I did, and you don’t have to forgive me, but I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you upset?”

“Ribs aren’t fully healed, and I was ready to go back to work.”

Y/N nods because she knows what he means. He was ready to go back to work because he has been spending so much time with her.

“Right, because you need to be away from me. I got it.”

“God, no. Baby, no.” Harry cups her face. “Not at all.”

“Then what, Harry!” She tries to shout, but it comes out soft as tears begin to fall down her face. “I love you, but you’re not making any sense.”

Harry sighs, “I’m afraid that if I don’t go back soon, then everyone will see me as weak, that you’ll see me as weak.”

“Harry,” she whispers.

“I know, it’s ridiculous. I love how you care for me but me not being able to do the same kills me.”

“But you do,” she smiles; it’s the first one since she came back. “You watch my favorite shows and read books I’ve read because you want to discuss them with me. You try all my desserts without a complaint. You let me take care of you. You love me because you smile at me every morning and without fail greet me with a kiss.”

Harry lets his tears fall, wanting to soak in her words. “You love me in the little moments as well as the big. I’m sorry, I left. I wanted to give you space, clear your head as I did the same without upsetting each other more.”

“I’m sorry, I pushed you out of your house.” Harry presses a kiss on her cheek. “Will you forgive me?”

“Course, H.” Y/N wraps her arms around his waist. “Don’t like fighting.” She tells him as she nuzzles her face in his chest.

“Me either.” Harry sighs in content, happy to have her back in his arms where she belongs. “Were you serious about me moving in? I mean, we’ve only been together five months now.”

“Said it in the heat of the moment.” Harry nods, not letting her see his frown. “But it doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it. Five months may seem like little time, but with everything we’ve been through, it feels much longer.”

Harry smiles, “Yeah, I hate when people say this, but I do mean it. It feels like you’ve been a part of my life from the start.”

Y/N nods, knowing what he means, “Let’s make this our home. I want you to leave your shoes by the door and help me do laundry on Sundays. I want it all with you.”

“Getting to wake up to you every day and come home to you every night, there’s nothing I want more,” Harry confesses.

“I love you, Harry.”

“And I love you, my angel.”

Harry pulls her in for a final hug, not wanting to stop touching her, just needs her in his arms for the rest of the night.

“Dinner time?” He asks.

“Yes, please.” Y/N goes to pull away, but Harry holds her tight.

She looks up at him, eyes red but no longer sad. “Kiss, please?”

Y/N smiles at him fondly, giving a slight nod. Harry leans in, brushing their lips together softly, nervous she might pull away, but she doesn’t; instead, she presses herself closer to him. It’s a kiss that centers him, that reminds him he didn’t mess it all up, that at the end of the day, she came back to him. The kiss is soft, and Harry feels all the love she’s pouring in, and Harry hopes she can feel it from him as well.

Harry pulls back, pressing a final kiss to her lips.

“Now, dinner or shower first.”

“Shower want to hold you, angel,” Harry confesses.

“Alright, but no funny business.” She teases.

Harry gasps, “I would never.”

She giggles, making her way to the bedroom, with Harry following behind.

Harry leans against the doorway, watching Y/N set her clothes for the night on the bed, then going to his drawers to do the same. He wants this forever; he wants her to fluff his pillows, to warm his blanket, to run her fingers through his hair, to massage his back, relieving all the tension he has built up. He’s decided he’d let her shower him in love and bask in it because it doesn’t mean she sees him as weak; it’s her way of showing she wants to take care of him and who is he to deny her of that.

Harry feels his heart grow when she heads to the bathroom but stops turning to him with an outstretched hand; he steps forward, intertwining their fingers.

Yeah, he’s going to love her for a long time.

_____

Here's more firefighter harry because this wrote itself and in a matter of two days. will eventually write more for firefighter harry but will be focusing on other work :)

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[one-boring-person]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write more for Dutch from Predator? Lol it's me btw! I was wondering if it could be a hate to love relationship, where Dutch, being the hardass he is, can't live down his pride, and the reader (preferably female), is a strong independent woman who is actually Poncho's little sister, learning from the best. To add on, can the reader be short as Arnie is so tall, and because I am only 5'2" irl?

I kind of combined this with the enemies-to-lovers prompt request, I hope that's ok! I hope you like this!😊💛

Old Habits Die Hard.

Alan "Dutch" Schaefer (Predator 1987) x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, mention of violence, alcohol consumption

Masterlist

"This round's on me, what does everyone want?" Mac announces as we go to sit down at the table, the mercenary remaining standing.

"A beer sounds good." Poncho says, looking at the rest of us.

We give words of agreement, taking our respective places at the table as Mac goes to leave the room and go to the bar.

"Don't forget a soda, I don't think they sell alcohol to underage people here." Dutch chips in, flashing a pointed look in my direction.

"Very funny." I roll my eyes, forcing a smile as the others chuckle, "A beer is fine, Mac. Thanks."

He nods, ducking from the room we rented out for the evening, leaving the five of us alone.

"So what's all this about, Dutch? Got us another job?" Blain questions, the gruff man leaning back in his chair, jaw working languidly at the gunk in his mouth.

"Yeah, but this one's a bit different." The major replies, taking a cigar from his pocket and lighting it.

"Different? How?" Hawkins frowns, cokcing his head to the side.

Dutch takes a deep breath of smoke from the cigar, sitting back in his seat.

"An old friend from the army got in touch. Says he needs us for a rescue op."

"Friend from the army? Who?" I inquire, lifting an eyebrow.

"Old commander of mine." Dutch replies dismissively, barely sparing me a glance.

"Ok, where is the job?" Poncho asks, my brother shooting me a knowing look, his eyes flicking up as Mac walks in again, seven beers cradled in his arms.

"What job?" He asks as he places the bottles down on the table, looking round at us all.

"Dutch got us another op." Blain grunts, reaching out to take his beer, spitting the contents of his mouth out into the ashtray on the table. Hawkins, Poncho and I pull faces at that, but don't say anything.

"Another one? We only just got back!" Mac exclaims, taking a seat across from Hawkins, taking a sip from his beer.

"Perks of the job." Dutch shrugs, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Will you at least tell us what it is?" I can't keep the impatience from my voice, finding his vagueness irritating.

"I'm getting to it, (Y/n), calm down." He rolls his eyes, "It's in central America, somewhere in the jungle. Phillips was cagey about where exactly, but he said it's got something to do with guerrillas and hostages. We're supposed to get the hostages out of there."

"Sounds simple enough." Billy muses, rubbing his chin.

"When is it?" Poncho chips in, watching the major closely.

Dutch is quiet for a minute, his eyes flicking over us all, before he finally responds.

"It's tomorrow."

I nearly choke on my beer, spluttering as I sit upright in my chair.

"Tomorrow? Are you insane?!" I burst out, annoyed, "We got back from Afghanistan at the ass-crack of dawn today, and you want us to fly off to the jungle at the same time tomorrow? You trying to kill us or what?"

The others nod in agreement, murmuring their own complaints, only to shut up when Dutch turns a venomous glare on me.

"You know, if you spent half the energy you do on complaining on growing, you wouldn't look like a damn child anymore, (Y/n). Would make taking jobs a lot easier - means I don't have to explain why we've only got six and half mercs with us." He snaps, voice laced with anger, "I'm not insane, just practical. We all need more money, and the work is low at the moment. You'd know that if you weren't off lounging at home all day, letting us do the hard planning and prep work."

Silence descends on us all, my jaw dropping at the vehemence behind his words. No one speaks, letting the two of us stare at each other in hatred, my expression swiftly creasing into fury, every muscle in my body going tense.

Another moment passes, before I suddenly stand from the table, slamming my bottle on the table as I stalk past, heading straight out the door. Poncho tries to stop me, calling out to me, but I ignore him, practically seething as I leave the bar and stride to the car my brother and I came in. Unlocking it, I climb in and slam the door, buckling myself into the driver's seat as I throw the car into drive, pulling out onto the road. 

Furious, I drive way over the speed limit, weaving in and out of the traffic with no regard for my own safety as I careen down the highway. Screeching horns and tyres follow me as I go, but I ignore them, focusing instead on getting home, filled with anger now as Dutch's words play over and over in my head. 

It doesn't take long for me to pull up in the drive of my house, the car skidding on the loose gravel as I harshly jerk the handbrake into place, unbuckling myself before I climb out, making my way over to the door. Opening it, I go in and head straight to the bathroom, intending to take a shower to cool me down, knowing I need to calm down. I strip down quickly, quickly getting under the cold water with my fists clenched at my sides for a while, until I start to massage myself with my fingers, working out the knots in my muscles. It's pleasant, but I can still feel the anger burning in my system, so I swiftly leave again, wrapping myself in a towel. 

As I leave the bathroom, I hear a car pull up in the drive, the tyres crunching loudly on the gravel, announcing the newcomer's arrival. I dismiss it, chalking it up to it being Poncho, come to check up on me as the door downstairs opens, then closes, footsteps sounding in the hall as the person checks for me. The sounds are heavier than I thought they would be, and the identity of the person soon dawns on me.

Immediately, I feel the anger start racing through me again, my face creasing into a scowl until I force myself to calm down, at which point I turn and storm up to my bedroom. Going in, I start to rummage through my wardrobe, looking for some new clothes, trying to bite back the irritation rising in me as I hear the footsteps getting closer, the heavy boots not even halting as they reach the door. Within seconds, the wooden structure has been flung open, an angry mercenary standing in the space behind it.

"Ever learn to knock?" I snap at him as soon as I turn around, glaring at Dutch as he looms in the doorway, "Nevermind, you never learned manners period."

"Says the person who just stormed out of a bar." He scoffs, sneering at me as he steps into the room, "Talk about table manners."

"And whose fault is it I stormed out in the first place?" I glower at him, holding my towel in place as he continues forward, the glint in his eyes sparking a blazing heat inside me.

"Oh, so now it's my fault you can't take a joke?" Dutch jabs his finger at his chest before pointing it at me, brow furrowed in anger.

"You have a pretty poor idea of a joke, asshole." I spit back, lifting my finger up in his face as we step closer together, less than a foot away from each other now.

"You're the only one who thinks so, short-ass." He glares down at me, making me all too aware of how he towers over me.

Swallowing tightly, I shift uncomfortably.

"Sure about that? I can't be the only one who thinks your height jokes are getting old." I reply venomously, jabbing my finger at his chest.

He laughs humorlessly.

"Oh, but we both remember a time when you used to love playing into your shortness." His voice drops an octave, eyes boring into me, "I had you on your knees more than once with only standing over you. Remember?"

A flare of lust goes through me at the reminder, flashes of him looming over me as he pounded his cock harder and harder into my waiting mouth coming, unbidden, to mind. I'd always liked the sight of his muscular body above mine, as well as the feelings of his large hands wrapped around me, even if it was simply to hold my head still whilst he fucked it. 

"That was months ago." I hiss back at him, barely able to look up at him - if I do, it'll be too much like the memories in my head and I'll give in to the urges of my body. Already I can feel arousal pooling in my panties, my cheeks flushing as I realise this.

"Old habits die hard." Dutch growls, before swiftly reaching out to tear the towel away, exposing me to him. Before I can protest, however, he's taken hold of me and lifted me against the wall, pinning me roughly in place with his body, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. His lips crash into mine, a mess of teeth and tongues ensuing as we kiss like we used to, wet sounds filling the air as we press closer and closer together. Soft sounds of need escape me, but they're swallowed by the ravenous major above me, who licks and nips at my lips, a few grunts leaving him as he does so. 

Moving to pull him closer, I moan loudly as Dutch jerks his hips into mine, using them to hold me in place, his arousal pressing at my clit through his trousers. I have to bite back whines at the feeling of the rough fabric against my unprotected clit, my slick soon covering the crotch of his jeans as he rolls his hips into me. One of his hands moves to palm roughly at my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between two calloused fingers, his other hand grasping my ass, which he squeezes tightly. Whimpering into his mouth, I take my nails down his back, grinding my sensitive clit down onto him, enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from the stimulation. 

Months and months of pent up lust pour through the kiss, only breaking as Dutch pulls back to yank his shirt off, revealing his muscular yet scarred torso to me. Instantly, I go to lick and kiss at the toned muscles, only to yelp indignantly as he takes hold of my hair and jerks my head back, growling as he fastens our lips together again. He presses closer, crushing me against the wall with his huge body, grinding his arousal into me with vigour, only to suddenly pull away, keeping me in his arms. In seconds, Dutch has thrown me on the bed, standing at the end with his hands on his belt. 

Biting my lip, I eagerly move to help him, but he pushes me back down roughly, wasting no time in pulling his trousers and underwear down, revealing his leaking cock to the air. I moan at the familiar sight of it, eyeing up the veined length keenly, following it from the base to the reddened tip, watching as precum beads there. 

Dutch doesn't give me long to admire him, climbing over me and pressing himself against me as soon as he's exposed, his lips moving to my neck. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake, biting at sensitive points as he goes, licking over them briefly each time to soothe them, every movement extracting a needy whine from me. One of his hands moves down to his cock, which he takes hold of and runs through my slick folds, coating the tip generously as he supplies pleasure to me. With every pass over my clit, I moan and rock up into him, clutching at his back. 

"Fuck me, Dutch. Show me how much bigger you are." I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist.

As he hears my words, however, Dutch growls, leaning back, making my legs fall from where they were. I whine at the lack of contact until he rolls me onto my front, grabbing hold of my ass to knead and grope. 

"I'll show you alright." He practically snarls in my ear as he bends back over me, moulding his huge body to my smaller frame, hands jerking my ass into his hips. He grinds himself into me for a moment, building my pleasure further as he bites at the back of my neck, sending bolts of electricity through me, which I respond to by rocking back onto him. 

With a final grunt, Dutch lines himself up with my hole, surging forwards into me in one stroke, stretching me out as he goes. A half-scream leaves my throat as I feel his cock slide over every sensitive spot inside me, my walls clenching deliciously around him, every vein rubbing against me. He gives me no time to adjust, pulling out entirely before slamming back into me, setting a hard, fast pace that has me seeing stars in no time. Ecstasy races through me, a knot tightening swiftly in my abdomen at the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me. 

Dutch straightens after a moment, taking my hip in one hand whilst he presses my face into the bed with the other, using me as leverage to shove his cock as far into me as he can go, grunting and groaning behind me in pleasure and need. Under his grip, I feel totally immobile, but the thought of him using me to work out his anger sends me reeling, my walls clenching tightly around him, tearing a moan from his lips. His name falls from my own, almost like a mantra as he slams into me, sending bolts of pleasure through me, bringing me closer and closer to what I really want. 

"So close, Dutch...keep going, oh fuck, you're so good…" I moan out, my words muffled slightly by the bed, though they are audible enough for him.

A whine of displeasure echoes from my chest as he suddenly pulls out, my pussy throbbing at the loss. He doesn't wait long, though, rolling me back onto my back before he hikes my legs up onto his shoulders, thrusting roughly back into me. With the new angle, whole other waves of pleasure ripple through me, his cock hitting the very spot that brings me crashing towards an orgasm. The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, along with obscenely wet noises and moans from the two of us, both too caught up in the moment to care about what comes after.

"You're getting tighter, (Y/n)...gonna cum for me, are you?" Dutch groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as my pleasure rapidly builds, "Come on, (Y/n), cum for me!"

With a final scream of ecstasy, the tension inside me snaps and I cum, hard, my walls clenching like a vice around him. White light blinds me, everything disappearing around me as the pleasure floods through me in a great torrent, rendering me incapable of moving momentarily. 

Vaguely, I feel Dutch pound into me a few more times before he pulls out and cums over my stomach, letting out a roar of satisfaction at the sensation, his hand wrapped around himself, jerking his cock desperately. Breathing heavily, he milks himself dry before he slumps over me, smearing the sticky substance between us, the two of us left breathless in the throes of our pleasure. 

"Still as good as I remember." He hums, rolling off of me to lie beside me.

"Could say the same thing." I sigh, trailing a finger through his cooling cum, grimacing at the sight of it.

Groaning, I heave myself up, taking the towel up from the floor.

"Where are you going?" Dutch asks, still lounging on the bed.

"Shower. You should, too." I inform him, moving to leave, only to stop still as the door swings open.

"(Y/n)? Who are you- oh." Poncho blushes a deep red, grimacing as he swiftly ducks back out of the room. 

"Oh shit…" I groan, putting my head in my hands, unable to bite back a small smile.

With just grins, leaning back on his hands.

"Oops."

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[the-acid-pear]

I just can't get enough it seems, time to start the next Baki the Grappler book!

It seems that this one will take on the saga i saw on the anime (at least by the end) so that's exciting

Chapter 1

First off quality is SHIT lmao

Yesss i remember this. I still think that shit about everyone trembling is a lil... Mmmm bullshit.

Baki be like <:] but in a smug way

Look at Tokugawa my man

OH RIGHT HE LEFT THE TOURNAMENT WITH A CAST

This feels so random

Oh right the synchronicity shit

Baki is so -_- in this manga

Look at the old timer go

YEAH FR TOKUGAWA JUST BROUGHT EXPLOSIVES TO A SCHOOL FULL OF CHILDREN TO MAKE A SHITTY ANALOGY SHSHWKWGGE FREAK OLD MAN

Chapter 2

Ahegao

Epic grandpa

HO NICE

Mf really swam thru the Pacific ocean

Chapter 3

Huh i thought he was Scottish

This random guy was pretty interesting looking, the one executing Doyle

Fucked up shit how they still do this stuff

King, i can somehow still remember his voice in particular fsr

Also since no one reads this i will say it: Doyle does NOT look white ahagdbafhsdbc

I like that he didn't bother killing the doctor

Is that Strydum? 🥺👉👈

Chapter 4

Shagddjd i was going to say that, this dude could have easily taken a different path from violence

GAARN? MY MAN? MY BELOVED GARLAND? IS HE ALIVE STILL?!

FFS NOT FOR LONG HHH LOOK HOW THEY MASSACRED MY BOY...

I mean it's fair, Sirkosky uses weapons, but man, Garland... :'/

This all hits so different once you know the characters :]]]

Chapter 5

That pic is still so brutal

What an absolute troll shsshwgxgd

Also fun fact when i watched the anime i didn't pay much attention at first so I assumed the Russian was Spec (i didn't even know Sirkosky's name)

I love how that was unnecessary shagdhsr

ADAGDFAGAFAD this guy was also great

Spec was fucking insane man aggsggahsfg

I love he's full of tattoos

The absolutely king

OH RIGHT Spec is sus *laugh track*

Chapter 6

Oh hell yeah, grandpa's ex

Baki tf you doing there in the cover you madlad

...bottom storage.

THEY ARE SO MEAN LEAVE HIS SHORT ASS ALONE SHSGJSGS

He's my size btw

Was there a motive for him to be naked or was he just a freak btw?

I love the shape of his eyes ngl

I love how scared the guards are while he just calmly rambles

I don't wanna call yanagi my grandpa because i think yanagi can get it and it would be like calling him daddy but the Gilf™ is Dorian man life is so hard when you are me

I love Yanagi's face lol he's handsome

Chapter 7

Poor Baki lmao he just got better from the maximum tournament and now this

Lmao Baki has a point

Unnecessary, Doyle

Chapter 8

I love how they were recruiting dangerous mfs to beat up this random guy bc his vibes are fucked up

This guy looked a lot like jack

You gotta be brave to shove a knife that sharp into your pants

I love how Baki literally did nothing to em

Baki's face just looks wrong this isn't my beloved child

Imagine you are about to fight this mf and he just shoves his hand inside his pants

Chapter 9

This dude really looks like, fully japanese jack hanma

JWGWKEGWKSGE I LOVE HIM

I love how Spec just showed up dressed up as a fucking monk or something

Chapter 10

You guys know, Dorian reminds me of my now dead great grandfather, with the moustache look even more.

Not impressed, 15 yo Hanayama did the same when throwing a tantrum

He's so insane i luv him

Okay but look at the cut of that outfit look at how well it hugs his chest and waist but flows bellow... Spec my dude you could have been a mad good model 😐 he's even giving me gender envy! 🥺

I love how Baki used both his hands for the handshake

Chapter 11

Ho, speak of the devil, i was just talking of this fucker with Blood

Mf got so old

I like how there was no motive for him to be naked he literally is just Like That

Also it's from here that he got that wasp waist lmao

Mf just flexing at this point lmao

GRANDPA!! <3

Yanagi got cake

That's so unnecessary rude, obsessed. Also, as if you weren't old Yanagi. I see why they broke up now ;/

Chapter 12

11 and 12 are the same fsr

Chapter 13

I honestly wonder where these prisoners got their clothes, like, aside from Doyle that one time everyone else is never shown shopping or even owning money

Also i love the fact that on a daily basis i dress the same as Spec, that definitely says something bout me jagsjsgwhwfwg 😭

To be honest, considering the size of Spec's body, they should definitely feed him more

He didn't wash his hands 😢

Dick and balls too strong ajgshsgsg

I love how fucking, polite he is.

Oh i see, i thought he might have stolen a wallet or something but nah

Btw i genuinely don't remember shit JAGSKSGWJGS even if it watched the anime i forgot most of this

Chapter 14

GOD the way the anime butchered Katsumi, he's so handsome in the manga in comparison 😐

Also i like how they aren't explaining this like, Katsumi was the one who lost, did he wait until Retsu was okay to fight again in HIS ("") dojo?!

RETSU STOP DOING THESE SORT OF TRICKS THAT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE AJDGSJSG

HE'S JUST BUILT DIFFERENT

Okay he actually explained, oddly nice of Retsu to accept tho

Hoho this scene hits different now that i know and like Katsumi

Also I'm not even gonna question where Doppo is, dude is never just around skdgksgd

Chapter 15

I love this genre of cover

WHITE BOY SJDGSJGSHS-

I love that retsu is just watching, he's still an asshole QJGSJSGWH

If i didn't know Katsumi I would say he died

I did actually think he had died when watching the anime

Retsu still has his thicc ass i see

Chapter 16

See all this makes sense now that i know retsu and the shit he has seen and been thru!

Angry lad, lucky his hair didn't burn

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE HE EXTINGUISHED THE FIRE WITH HIS SCREAM

Chapter 17

Ahegao in the cover

I'm looking at the pages and I'm obsessed with Doppo being described as a "bold, badass karate master", it's so accurate <3

Also Igari being called eccentric, and the mention he defeated Mount Toba!! <3

Baki is slowly looking more like Baki

"my mother is dying"

Tasks keep failing successfully

Chapter 18

mAh boy...

That happens and it's the worst

Musashi you good boy 🥺

Chapter 19

Igari <33

That's insane

Chapter 20

I love that Igari looks legitimately worried and sad, not sweating tho

I love how he didn't have any serious damage until the punches like, okay.

Poor Igari tho

DID HE CHEW EM OFF OR SOMETHING? SHSHWGEGCH

Was anybody going to tell me is Sikorsky and not Sirkosky?

Also i love how legitimately scared Tokugawa is, probably more than when Yujiro picked him up

Chapter 21

The heights are so off in this saga

Oh my fucking god i didn't know Spec was 221

Either heights are all over the place or Yanagi is not 160

Either way HOW CAN YOU BE THAT SMALL? 🤣

GAFSFWEAD Tokugawa like "i own this place 😐"

Doyle is still the most decent one of the bunch

URSURSUTSUSTSRU

LOOK AT YANAGI DORIAN AND SIKORSKY ALREADY GETTING THEIR HANDS READY SBDGSHW

I googled how big Andreas from the tournament was and like, 2.40 😦

LET'S GOOOOO EVEN WITH A BEARD OMFG 😳😳😳

I see Hanayama descended into alcoholism after losing in the tournament. Also tf is with that bag? Was he hiking or something?

Jsgsjsgd Shibukawa is so excited too

I think this is chronically the first time Doppo appears with fully casual clothes, usually he either was in a suit or in his karate uniform

I'm straight up simping to the public now sgsjsgwhw

Chapter 22

LOOK AT THESE DUDES..... 💞

FUCK I WAS GONNA SAY THERE WERE MORE BAD THAN GOOD GUYS THEN LOOKED DOWN AND REALIZED THAT NO, SHIBUKAWA WAS JUST NEARLY OUT OF FRAME 😭

They all look so upset about that information

SIKORSKY NAME GOT SPELLED AS SILCOSKI...

Looking at them drives me insane i developed such a bond with all these fighters

I haven't seen Doppo this excited since last time his wife showed up

BAKI SWEARING?! 😰

How did Tokugawa grab Baki's shoulder?

ALSO WHY TF IS BAKI SO SURPRISED AS IF HE DIDNT GO AROUND BEATING UP PEOPLE WHEN HE WAS 13...

Don't worry Baki y'all will, Tokyo is not that big it seems

Shibukawa swearing 😨

"Imagine being mid but and Spec pulls up on you" "imagine having sex and she takes the mask and it's fucking Spec"

To be fair i would fuck a 2.21 muscular lady without going "hmmm this doesn't seem like a good idea..." in any moment

Chapter 23

I love how Dorian is just looking up

ACTUALLY ALL THEIR STANCES, Yanagi making dead eye contact with Gouki, Sikorsky with a firm pose just as Hanayama, Doyle with hiss chest up but eyes down giving a sense of pride, and, well, then there's Spec being Spec.

I like seeing Sikorsky having fun

I love Spec he played so smart SGSGSGS

😳 love wins!

Oh i had already forgotten about the dojo

Old man Dorian just has that effect on people

Threesome i see /j

He really was just fucking hiking i would love if they ever explained that ough 🥺

Did his facial hair just disappear?? STSGSFSD

BWHEKEGWJG THEY REALLY JUST FORGOT TO ADD IT FOR ONE PANEL IM OBSESSED

Such a good kick tho

The relationship these men can have is so oddly nice like not Doppo and Retsu specifically but all of the fighters in general. Like many of them barely know each other, but they all know their fighting styles and respect each other, plus have no reason to be in bad terms with one another and specially not now that they are all fighting for the same cause. It's just so nice to see em idk JAGSHS

Hey Igari.

Chapter 24

Thank God Doppo went <3 again it had been so long

Babe are you okay? You hadn't put a lil heart in your speech bubble for a while...

King really punched the fire

I will chose to believe that's true bc it's impressive 😍

You know it's funny like, Katsumi is mad good but he doesn't has as much experience as his dad and that leaves him in disvantage

Hehe i remember that guy

The manga is so much better than the anime ffs

I love that he didn't even realize

Chapter 25

Manga i don't think that's science

Also Baki just chilling with some doves lmao

I'm looking thru old messages see how my og reaction to this was

Huh i found nothing, that's odd. Well my reaction would have probably been like NOOOOO anyway so, y'all can imagine it

You left my dilf handless you fucking asshole good thing he has a wife

Imagine this dude cuts your hand and then just flexes his knowledge about science or whatever

HSSGGSFS THEY FIXED THE NO BEARD ERROR

Illiterate king <3

A guy did this to me once btw!!! Obviously in way smaller scale but he just touched something and the bleeding soon stopped!!!!

Honestly that's the most huge dick energy thing Doppo has ever done

Pfff I'm starting to remember why i liked Doppo so much 🥴

Bitches confused over him running away, tf was he supposed to do? He played it smart since there are no rules

Though yeah an eye and NOW a hand, insane

Chapter 26

Sjshhdhsn tanuki?

Oh, fox, he was calling him slick

Manga is pretty faster than the anime

Chapter 27

Where's your honor, Igari...

He is right sadly enough 😔

Oh i keep forgetting Igari's nature, he was probably trying to pull his silly little tricks again

This is just brutal honestly

Hehe this time i didn't get scared ☺️

I like that at least I'm not the only one who needs their mind off the gutter

Chapter 28

Love seeing em datin <3

He's so aggressive accidentally i love these dorks sm 😍🥺💞

SPEC FFS SJGDHWGW

Chapter 29

SPEC FOR FUCKS SAKE SJSVSJWGSH

Hanayama is such a real bro man

I LOVE THAT HE WAS JUST STALKING BAKI TOO BTW SJDGJDGDHSBDGDGS

To think i will still love hanayama but for entirely different reasons 😌

Chapter 30

Kaoru looks different but idk how

What the fuck is Spec even saying?

The fact that that makes no sense, i still love it a lot tho.

ALSO I ADORE HOW QUIET HANAYAMA IS WHEN FIGHTING

Okay Spec really has a point it really is beautiful

GOD I'M STARTING TO UNDERSTAND THESE CHARACTERS TOO MUCH I NEED HELP AJDGSJSGSHS 😭

But it's beautiful in the sense like, look how built he is! Look at all those scars!!! It IS beautiful it's a masterpiece!!!!!!!

"i choose to believe this is how hanayama always undresses" KSHSKDGSJ THE AMOUNT OF SUITS THIS MAN DESTROYS.. OBSESSED

Though yeah Hanayama in general is also beautiful isn't he?

Chapter 31

I would sob man look at him. Look at Shiba.

NO ONE RISKS HIS LIFE MORE THAN SHIBA YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I STILL HOLD A LOT OF RESPECT FOR HIM!

A BENCH...

I really don't get why he's letting himself get hit, is he just flexing?

I cannot way to see him do his Technique ™

Chapter 32

Manga is so much superior to the anime, like, i haven't complained about Spec even once bc he isn't annoying anyone, in the anime he was so infuriating!!

I love when they just steal their standing poses sjsgjssgsh

That distortion effect so good

Chapter 33

I still think it's weird they used humans and not machines, though it was effective

I love how Spec managed to punch that statue without calling the attention of much people that's impressive

And i love that he keeps saying man he sounds like me with bro

Hanayama my beloved

Chapter 34

Yeah I'm not reading all that 😐

Oh this explains the holes in his clothes

#luly talks #btg #having a shitton of fun #the anime is NOTHING compared to the manga #the only good thing about the anime is the voice acting which is just on point #but everything else SUCKS man #they made me hate my man Spec and now im seeing he wasnt as nearly as annoying as in the anime #AND THEY BUTCHERED SO MANY FACES... EVERYONE WAS SO FUCKING UGLY #HANAYAMA... KATSUMI... EVEN BAKI WAS MAD UGLY 😭😭 #but everything is better now ☺️ #also i hit the limit of letters again 🥴 #baki liveblog

[offtopicoverload]

For the Record

Got distracted and wrote an Elisa one-shot from the perspective of her instagram stories. Not sure if I’ll put it on ao3, but I’ll edit and add to it and see.

Fair warning, I’ve never done an Elisa route, just seen her described as kinda similar to Bobby so I made her goofy.

“So…” Elisa starts, eyes trained on her camera. “I’m sure you guys are wondering about the show…” she drawls some more. “And…” she slowly smiles, “Look!” she screams cheerily, flipping the camera and zooming in and out repeatedly on a screen that’s playing the Love Island final.

She’s standing with another girl on the stage outside the Villa, hand clasped in the woman next to her’s, a soft smile on the other girl’s lips and eyes wide in disbelief as bright lights reflect in her eyes. Elisa’s beaming to the crowd, jittery and excited from the attention.

“Love Island 2019’s winners… Elisa and Willow!” echoes through the speakers. Elisa cheers, still wearing the dress from the final, and a small laugh sounds from nearby.

The caption reads, ‘WE WON!!!!!!!!’

The next video carries on from where the last left off, Elisa cheering and whooping, jumping up and down in her heels, her hair slightly messy as she breaks into laughter.

“Thank you guys so much!” she manages through her laboured breaths. “We know you guys voted and we’re so grateful for all of you Elisa-bees!”

Another small laugh and the video cuts off, somewhat abruptly.

‘🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝’

A new video features the girl from the finale, her chin on Elisa’s shoulder from an unnatural height difference as she intently watches the influencer speak to her audience, “Seriously, thank you guys, it means so much. Right, babes?”

She turns to the woman on her shoulder, who in turn tears her gaze from Elisa’s face to the camera, “Yeah, it’s insane,” she nods.

Elisa smiles at her for a long second, the two making eye contact before she faces her camera again, “And just for the record, don’t worry, Willow’s sticking around,” she grins, quickly pecking Willow on the cheek.

‘Shes @willowsanimalfriends btw (its just animals from the shelter its so precious)’

---

A few screenshots of articles fill Elisa’s feed, each one titled with her and Willow’s names about their victory and a promise of a prediction of Love Island’s future, what with two girls winning and all.

‘🌈 We’re making history 🐝s! 🌈’

---

Elisa starts the video already running, sprinting through the airport she’s found herself in and trailing her suitcase behind her, “I gotta find Willow!” she announces to the camera, still running and panting as her hair blows behind her.

She rounds a corner and almost knocks into a random man and almost falls to the ground to avoid hitting him. She stumbles for a moment before regaining her footing, sprinting off again a second later.

She continues into another video, eyes scanning wildly before yelling “Will!” excitedly. She seems to run even faster until she stops abruptly, dropping her bag and her phone simultaneously and tackling Willow into a hug.

From the phone’s position on the floor you can just make out Elisa wrapping her legs around Willow’s torso, who’s laughing into her hair amusedly. Elisa eventually untangles herself from Willow and drops to the floor, hovering over her phone and smiling down at it.

‘😁☺️’

---

Elisa’s fingers brush along Willow’s cheek as she dozes, a grin splitting Elisa’s lips in the corner of the camera’s peripherals. Willow murmurs sleepily, turning to press her face further into Elisa’s shoulder. Elisa drops a tender kiss to her head, her fingers gently scratching at Willow’s scalp.

‘Sorry I forgot to post. Got a little distracted by this cutie @willowsanimalfriends’

---

Willow’s head is turned upwards as she distractedly watches the clouds in the sky overhead. Elisa’s laying on a blanket next to her, propped up on an elbow and watching Willow’s eyes as they sparkle in the sunlight.

The sounds of the park surround them, bird calls and children’s laughter echoing across the open field. Elisa adds to the noise, humming along to a song stuck in her head, loud enough for Willow to be pulled from her reverie.

She glances over, finding the camera held in Elisa’s hand aimed at her features. She scowls at the camera and Elisa, who flips it around to herself, dropping back to the blanket and continuing to hum with an amused grin.

‘Happy saturday!!! @willowsanimalfriends ;)’

---

The photo is of a surprised Willow, fork held away from her mouth as she stares at the camera with wide eyes.

‘I learned how to make vegan paella!!!!!’

---

Willow’s watching telly when Elisa sneaks up on her, camera poised to capture any action as she slowly stalks forward. She pounces within a few steps of the sofa, vaulting over it and landing on Willow’s outstretched legs with a smirk.

Willow recoils as much as she can with Elisa weighing down her legs, pulling her blanket over her head instinctually. “Jesus, Lies!” she calls out, carefully lowering the blanket to watch Elisa.

“Hi,” Elisa drawls, her smirk still quirked on her lips.

Willow swats at her shoulder, Elisa exaggeratedly falling back to the other side of the sofa. Willow rolls her eyes, turning back to the telly as Elisa pouts at her, flipping the camera to capture her own expression.

‘😭’

The next video picks back up a few moments later, Elisa grinning at the camera with Willow’s arm draped across her chest. The camera pans up to the woman in question, the telly’s reflection in her eyes with Elisa laying on top of her.

‘🖤’

One last picture bookends the story, Elisa smiling from ear to ear down at her camera, as Willow kisses her head, eyes still trained on her show.

‘🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤����’

---

Willow’s driving with the windows down as she sings along to the radio, belting some Top 40s hit and entirely unaware of Elisa recording her in the passenger seat. Elisa soon joins in, throwing her hand out the window and letting the wind blow past it.

‘🎶🎵🎶’

---

A photo of Willow sitting on the floor with her back against a wire gate, cradling a cat with a gentle smile on her lips as the cat stretches in her arms.

‘🖤🐱 @willowsanimalfriends’

---

Elisa pulls out her camera to update for her ‘Elisa-bees’ that are eager to track her every move. Willow’s hand is in her own as they stroll through their local park on an early Sunday morning. Their interlocked fingers are swinging idly between them as they go.

Elisa presses record, throwing on her cameras-are-present smile and shouting greetings to her viewers. Willow stops in her tracks, turning to hide her face behind Elisa’s shoulder with a whine of ‘Lies.’

Elisa stops the recording immediately, pocketing her phone and turning to her girlfriend, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Can we not film today?” Willow asks quietly. “I look awful.”

Elisa freezes entirely before whirling on her girlfriend and cupping her jaw, forcing Willow’s eyes on her. “No. No, you do not. You are gorgeous and amazing and I want to make everyone jealous that you chose me,” Elisa says, pulling her phone from her pocket and hitting record, even if she has no real intention of posting it without Willow’s permission.

The faintest smile ghosts across Willow’s lips before her head crashes against Elisa’s chest, who responds by trapping her in her arms and pressing kisses to the crown of her head. “I love you,” comes out muffled against Elisa’s top.

Elisa’s beaming into her camera now, brighter than the sun, “I love you, too,” she answers without hesitation, even if it’s for the first time, feeling light as a feather.

Well, now she has to post this. If Willow lets her, of course.

‘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰, ❤️ her’

#litg #litg elisa #litg fanfic #might fuck around and do an elisa route #press rec

[najatheangel]

hii !! may i request a private selca ship with nct 127, got7, txt, and cix, please? i would like an explanation too if that’s alright <33 thank you so much !! i hope you have a wonderful day/night !! <33

Hey pretty girl. Sheesh you take some really good pictures btw.😍 Model status period. Alright sorry, let’s get right into it...

From Nct 127, I ship you with...Jungwoo~

Ahh this precious baby, he would be obsessed with you. Both of you have are too cute together and would always be clinging on to each other. The both of you would always try to reenact kiss scenes from kdramas, but would never actually stick through the kiss scene. Just big uwu energy from the both of you.

From Got7, I ship you...Jin young~

A total opposite vibe from Jungwoo, it’s more on the flirty and bold side when it comes to the two of you. He always giving you the dangerous bed room eyes while you give him a cute pose with the signature wink enough to drive him insane. He would also have fun teasing you by poking your cheeks. He would be a huge gentleman too constantly holding your hand and catching you when you fall.

From Txt, I ship you with...Soobin~

I can already imagine the height difference between you two and everyone will find it soo fascinating. People either assume you both are siblings or the cutest couple in the industry. When he’s around you, I can imagine him being similar to Jinyoung where he’s trying to be protective of you and always giving you that sweet smile everyone is so whipped for. He would always insist on carrying you on his back your feet starts bruising for wearing heeled boots all day.

I swear this man is everyone bias (including me)

From Cix, I ship you with...Bae Jin Young~

Idk why, but when I see you next two each other, you both give me Disney princess couple vibes. He’s got this charming yet mysterious vibe to him that complements well with your bubbly personality. (You seem very friendly and outgoing 😊) I can also imagine Jin Young being your #1 supporter in the background when your taking your pictures. Love help brushing your hair and applying your lipstick for you. The Prince Charming anyone would ask for.

Out of everyone, I ship you the most with...Bae Jinyoung 👑

@starrdustville I had fun doing this ship and also love your blog. Thanks for your request and have a nice day. ✨

#submission #kpop ships #selca ships #nct ships #txt ships #cix ships #got7 ships #nct 127 ships #nct 127 #jungwoo #got7 #Jinyoung #txt #soobin #cix #cix jinyoung

[zibizuba]

15 Reasons Why You Are the Most Annoying Person on Facebook

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You immediately considered at least one particular person once you noticed the title of this listing: 15 Causes Why You Are the Most Annoying Individual on Fb. (All of us thought the identical factor.) It’s that individual that irrespective of how a lot you’re keen on them or how nice of a good friend they are often in actual life, they’re undoubtedly essentially the most annoying particular person in your Fb. It is a listing of the 15 issues that make for essentially the most annoying particular person in your Fb. Fortunately for you, you aren’t that particular person. No means… #OhHellNo #It’snotme #Normalfacebookuser 

Oh, and you could need to ensure that one way or the other that annoying good friend of yours on Fb takes a take a look at this, too. Consider it as your good deed of the day…or an funding in you and your good friend: Hopefully, you received’t should take care of a few of these annoying issues that they do anymore, and hopefully they get a clue.

Arguably, every of those 15 issues that make you essentially the most annoying particular person on Fb holds the identical weight so far as the extent of their annoyance issue goes, however we’ll depart it to you to determine. Vote up those you’re feeling make for essentially the most annoying particular person on Fb.

  You Can’t Get Sufficient of Yourselfie

You don’t know why, however you simply can’t get sufficient of your self! I imply, omg, you look so rattling good proper now, the remainder of the world actually ought to see this… So you’re taking a selfie of you in your automobile… You scantily clad in a mirror… You strolling the canine we used to suppose was cute til we noticed it 22 instances a day… You in a tub… You attempting on a brand new outfit on the retailer… You and allllllll your amaaaazing besties… You bare together with your “hopes and desires” lined up simply so… We get it, you’re keen on your self. You like your self so rattling a lot. Properly, right here’s a reality for you: Each time you present us how a lot you’re keen on your self, we hate you just a bit bit extra. And #WeHateDuckFace.

We Don’t Care About Your Love Life

Each date you go on, what you intend to put on, the place it’s best to go, what it’s best to say… “omg what do they consider me,” “omg greatest date ever,” “when will they name,” “why received’t they depart me alone,” “omg they love me a lot, take a look at what they simply purchased me at this time,” “omg regardless that we broke up they’re nonetheless so head over heels in love with me, they hold calling me on a regular basis…” We don’t care, you look dumb, and we hate you. And in case your potential lover/present lover/former loves sees all of your pathetic outpouring of a private matter, they most positively hate you, too.

Newsflash: We All Know Your Life Isn’t So Nice

You’re the individual that incessantly talks about how great issues are: “The youngsters are superb!” “My important different is so candy to me on a regular basis!” “Take a look at all these superb experiences I’m having!” “Take a look at all these new issues I simply purchased!” So… you recognize that we know you, proper? Your youngsters are disgusting brats, your lover cheats on you, you want booze to get via the day, and also you’re broke. We all know it. Cease attempting to trick us into believing in any other case.

You Are the Feed Clogger

Doesn’t matter how sometimes we go surfing to Fb, it’s a certain factor that each time, you can be there, posting again and again, clogging our feeds together with your minute-by-minute updates of your pathetic life. Ever hear the phrase “Absence makes the guts develop fonder?” If not, right here’s a tip: cease posting about how cute your canine appears proper now and go look it up. It’ll do wonders for you (and your relationships). How do you do it? How do you handle to all the time be there? 

Oh, and btw… Have you ever observed how folks aren’t responding to your posts a lot? They’ve blocked you from their feeds. So by this level, you possibly can very properly be oversharing in a vacuum. Nevertheless it’s not too late: Attempt scaling again to posting as soon as per week. Watch your social standing in actual life enhance very quickly. Positive, you could undergo withdrawals, however you’ll reside. Til then, we hate you.

Your Emotional Outbursts

Omg, you have been simply at a celebration and your boyfriend walked out on you, omg you have been simply on the retailer and somebody offended you, omg your trainer was completely such a jerk to you simply now… You’re a sufferer, and the universe has one way or the other wronged you. For some insane cause, you actually really feel strongly that the remainder of us have to find out about it– and never simply the difficulty at hand, however a extremely, actually, actually lengthy paragraph about it. Guess what, we don’t care. We hate you. You’re performing like a child. Shut up together with your rants.

Have you ever by no means realized about self-control? Give it a shot. Follow this train: In case you actually really feel strongly about a problem, however know you could be emotional about it: Step. Away. From. Your. Fb. Suppose on it for a day, after which determine if you wish to share this problem nonetheless so badly. By placing some area between the difficulty at hand and your legion of followers, it removes the emotional component fairly a bit… And please, if after a day you determine it IS nonetheless value speaking about, for the love of all issues holy, try to hold it brief and candy.

We all know, we all know: You’re the solely particular person in our feed that actually issues, however consider it or not, now we have a lot of different folks we are attempting to maintain up with, too. You might be the middle of your universe, however most of us produce other buddies to are inclined to as properly. (We all know this may occasionally come as a shock to you.)

Me, Me, Me!

That is for the individual that can’t cease speaking about themselves. There was a time limit the place neighbors regarded out for one another and folks would follow random acts of kindness to assist their fellow human. You appeared to have disregarded that chapter.

Did you ever for a second suppose that perhaps, as a substitute of speaking about your self on a regular basis, you possibly can do some good on the earth with this superb platform we name social media? Set up a neighborhood clean-up, elevate funds for a great trigger, ask your self what you are able to do to assist another person (not, all the time, what they’ll do for you)… In some way enhance another person’s life. (And no, that doesn’t imply that it’s best to begin oversharing your private beliefs on how the world could be a greater place if solely we agreed together with your private or political opinions on every little thing).

Give This a Attempt: Exit of your means to assist another person primarily based on THEIR wants. This will likely come as a shocker, however it’s not all about you.

#Hashtags

You suppose you’re being enjoyable and witty by talking in hashtags: #ImJustSayin, #OhHellNo, #HowCuteAmIRightNow, #BestThingEver. You’re lame. #AndWeHateYou

We’re Sick of Your Opinions

By now, everyone knows your stance on the present political agenda or the way you suppose the world needs to be or what you suppose is the easiest way to do one thing… no matter it’s that you’re continuously stuffing down our throats. We get it. We too, are educated and know how one can learn. We see what you’re saying. All. The rattling. Time. Cease It. We don’t agree. We are going to by no means change our opinions and aspect with you. Or worse, we do agree, however we all know you’re driving a good larger wedge between us and people who disagree with us. Fb and its plethora of advertisers finding out all of your knowledge overload thanks, however we hate you. Simply. Shhhtop.

You Suppose You’re Cool. We Suppose You Want Assist.

Clearly by your fixed try to endorse one thing unhealthy: “I’m ingesting wine on a regular basis, I’m so cool,” “Hey, take a look at me smoking on a regular basis,” “Hey, right here I’m standing on a ledge 30 tales off the bottom. Don’t I rock so arduous!?” You’ve got issues. Really. Your folks might not inform you this as a result of they don’t need to offend you. However clearly you’re exhibiting the tech-based cry for assist and are searching for some kind of assist or endorsement on your self-destructive or dangerous behaviors. For actual, you need assistance.

Cease attempting to get everybody to assist your poor selections, and as a substitute spend a while researching how one can treatment your self. Good place to begin? Try the advertisements on the edges of your Fb feed. Ever marvel why they’re all associated to self assist? Sure, the universe IS telling you one thing, and so are all of the advertisers finding out your fixed information overload– who’re more than pleased to capitalize in your issues.

The Enabler: Probably the Worst Sort of Fb Offender

Ah, the enabler. OK, so that you’ve already acquired that one good friend in your listing that you simply hate for being essentially the most annoying– however maybe simply as equally annoying, if no more annoying, is that particular person in your listing who continuously helps the annoying good friend: We name this particular person The Enabler.

The Enabler reinforces every little thing the annoying good friend believes. The Enabler likes all of the annoying particular person’s posts, helps all their beliefs, says constructive issues in regards to the annoying good friend’s ridiculous or drunken rants and silly selfies. What’s worse? The Enabler greater than probably is aware of how annoying the annoying good friend is however nonetheless exhibits them assist for some unholy cause, be it out of insecurity or worry or no matter.

The Enabler makes the annoying particular person really feel like they’ve an viewers, thereby growing annoying particular person’s confidence in posting an increasing number of and extra– a fireplace from which we so desperately need to suffocate all oxygen. And also you, Enabler, are like gas for that fireside, serving to the hearth to develop, larger and larger, and you’re the enemy. And, due to this fact, we hate you, too.

You’re a Meanie

You’re the one who continuously has one thing snarky, caustic, or offensive to say about, actually, every little thing. You in all probability suppose you’re being humorous or insightful or have a proper to spew your venom since you had a tough childhood or some crap, however it’s hurtful, and all of us have already got sufficient powerful stuff we’re coping with in our private lives. We don’t want extra negativity. So cease it.

Be a part of an anger administration group. The professionals there are paid to care about your points. We aren’t. Secretly although, you marvel why nobody needs to be your good friend and be part of your whiny destructive grievance periods? Properly, you get what you give. Attempt remembering what you realized as a child: In case you don’t have something good to say, don’t say something in any respect.

You Are An Addict, and We Know It

What you’re watching on TV, what you’re serious about this very minute, your newest popular culture dependancy, your omg megacrush on an actor du jour (tomorrow, it’ll prob be a boybander; subsequent day, a sports activities hero), the six outfits you’re attempting to determine between for the banal occasion you’re attending later tonight. Guess what? We don’t care. And also you clearly have an dependancy: Over-sharing on the Web.

Give it some thought like this: You’ve got a favourite music artist, proper? You like their songs, however there’s a cause artists put out an album, let it run its course, after which disappear for a pair years earlier than they launch a brand new album. If that artist launched a track daily, you’d get so sick of them, you’d hate their guts. Properly, Fb offender, you’re that “artist.” And secretly, folks hate your guts. So give it a relaxation. Go get a interest. Step. Away. From. Your. Fb. Get hooked on doing one thing productive together with your life.

One-Trick Pony

Ever heard the phrase “Selection is the spice of life”? If not, look it up. As a result of for these of you who continuously speak about the identical factor again and again and over… It’s simply pics of your youngsters all of the rattling time, pics of your canine all of the rattling time, posts about your political opinions all of the rattling time, pics about how a lot weight you’ve misplaced all of the rattling time… Why do you suppose we care greater than as soon as? Greater than twice? Ever? We don’t. Change it up.

Foodie Overload: Chew on This

Photos of what you’re consuming for breakfast, lunch, dinner, an in-between-lunch-and-dinner snack, your late-night binging episode, the meals you’re consuming at a restaurant… You might not know this, however we predict you’re actually gross. More often than not, we simply need to inform you to cease consuming so rattling a lot, get on a treadmill, or purchase a self-help or weight-loss guide.

Do you not notice that all of us already know what a steak appears like? We all know it. Cease exhibiting us. It makes us need to attain via our laptop screens and beat you within the face senselessly together with your disgustingly fats and greasy over-stuffed burrito you retain exhibiting us. And we hate you.

Your Drunken Rants

Expensive Drunken Ranter, A reality: Booze and the Web Do Not Combine. (Re-read that if you happen to didn’t already get that via your thick, self-absorbed cranium.) So irrespective of how cool you suppose you’re or how entitled you’re feeling after just a few drinks to inform the world what you actually take into consideration one thing, likelihood is, if in case you have a clue, when you sober up, you notice how dumb you regarded by sounding off whilst you have been a drunk idiot. However heyyyyy, guess what? The remainder of us realized how dumb you regarded hours in the past once you posted your ridiculous drunken rant. Bear in mind the previous adage that ingesting and driving don’t combine? Right here’s a brand new one for ya, memorize it: Consuming and the Web Don’t Combine.

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[cornerverse-mlp]

So I noticed that the rest of the season of MLP has leaked. I haven’t watched them but I’ve seen bits and pieces and I...... I just.......

I’m tired my dudes. I’m done. I have an entire world of headcanons set up in an ongoing continuity of stories and a lot of characters OCs and half OCs(my interpretation of a minor/background character) I’m attached to, but this just kind of tosses it all down the crapper. Like, the only thing I can say it helped was my conspiracy theory about Hearth’s Warming, since Starswirl was supposedly dead/out of this dimension by the time the Hearth’s Warming story happened yet we see him here with a group of friends that aren’t Unicorns. Side note: If they kept to Hearth’s Warming existing, Starswirl probably would’ve been very racist. Like, very very racist. Everything else just killed it. 

So, no, I’m not even going to try and merge my headcanons here. They literally cannot be merged. So, while I’ve always said that @cornerverse-mlp is ‘Canon Divergent’, this is the biggest split. It’s more than just adjusting small things like actually utilizing the Elements of Harmony, or adjusting half-given and subject to change lore to say that Flurry isn’t the first naturally born Alicorn because Cadence wasn’t Ascended, or even taking the emptiness of Sombra’s backstory and creating the tragedy of Obsidian, Emerald and Autumn. It’s ‘I have already established a lot of this stuff in stories and/or headcanon posts and it’s vastly different than what the show is now putting out’.

And I like my versions better, for many reasons including attachment to characters and stories. So I’m going to keep them and toss the rest. Because you know what? There’s multiple Universes where things are different, so this is just another one. Even the show has multiple universes. I mean, not only in the whole EQG thing and Starlight’s fuckery with the Timelines, but the fact that the Comics have different events. So I’m just going to make my own Universe officially its own Universe. And like, things that don’t conflict will be the same, but this is just...... ugh. I never thought I’d have to deal with anything solid on Starswirl the Bearded, so I was cool with making headcanons about him. 

Okay, to recap: I have my own continuity of stories and headcanons that now exist in their ownUniverse that is Canon Divergent from the show, but as it’s part of it’s own Continuity established before some episodes and not a complete AU that could be summed up in one sentence, it does not need the ‘AU Tag’. That said, I will try to enjoy the show on it’s own terms, but not in terms of trying to merge it with my headcanons, because that’s the only way to do this without feeling like I’ve wasted a fuckton of time and driving me insane trying to fit one of those jumbo kids’ toy puzzle pieces into my 1,000 piece jigsaw. 

So, on to the ‘me being salty af’ part of the post, have some ‘headcanons’ about how Starswirl appears/exists in the Cornerverse-MLP Universe. 

Starswirl is actually very short. Like, not ridiculously so, but typically Unicorns are shorter than Pegasai or Earth Ponies, so he’s shorter than most of the Mane 6, especially Twilight as she’s giant for a Unicorn

Twilight never actually thought about how tall Starswirl would be, so while she never meets him, the height difference would shock her if she did. 

Other than the height thing, his physical appearance is similar to his various looks in the show and comics. Unicorn, gray, curly mane with a fantastic beard. However, his mane had been brown when he was younger, it just turned white as he got old. Also, his eyes have Heterochromia, being two different colors. One is brown, and the other is blue. 

There actually exists paintings of him without the beard. He didn’t start growing it until he was in his 20s, so there were a hoofful of years where he either had no beard, or it wasn’t yet in the ‘magnificent’ stage. 

While several ponies tried to say he was a dignified Dumbledore-like pony, he wasn’t. He was an absolute dork, had several off-the-wall ideas, and honestly liked fucking with people. The dude’s signature outfit was a hat and cloak festooned with bells that would honestly have a cacophony of noise every time he shifted. You don’t wear an outfit like that without liking to fuck with people. 

Okay, I already made the Harry Potter reference, but tbh he’s not Dumbledore. He’s Fred and George. Brilliant as hell but loves fun and mischief. Still, he did some very brilliant things. 

Starswirl was part of the first Ponies. They literally popped into existence at the beginning of the world, 2000 some odd years ago. That’s one reason he was so influential. Not that he wasn’t brilliant and would have done amazing things had he been born a few centuries later, but it’s easy to create spells that are still used years later when you’re one of the first Unicorns and someone has to invent anything more complicated than levitation. 

He totally had friends. Plenty of them. In fact, he and his closest friends were the brilliant group to craft the Elements of Harmony. Well, the Elements are a naturally occurring thing, but the jewels were crafted to help ponies wield them easier as a conduit, and it was quite a task considering that the raw magic power of the Elements shattered most Gems. 

This team also created a Prototype Crystal Heart, but the full version wouldn’t be complete for a few more centuries. 

Okay, I have to address the ‘Starswirl is Discord’ theory(even though the show disproved it, but this is Canon Divergent so it could still happen). 

Starswirl and Discord have no relation. Well, at least as far as ‘being the same person’. They absolutely knew each other. Very well I might add. No, you know what? Fuck it, I’m not going to be subtle. They were together romantically for a time, a few hundred years before Discord going nuts and being a statue. I guess you could call them ‘exes’, but there wasn’t a concept of marriage or monogamy at the time so the only reason they stopped seeing each other is because Discord is Immortal while Starswirl isn’t. That said, Discord still has a thing for dorky Unicorns and mischievous, off-the-wall weirdos. 

As for other Romantic endeavors, again the concept of ‘marriage’ didn’t quite exist yet, but the closest thing to a wife he had was an Earth Pony mare named Frosted Cake that he had two daughters with. 

Said daughters are Clover and Smart Cookie, who would eventually be known in the Hearth’s Warming story, but they have pretty much no relation to the story because I have conspiracy theories that are explained elsewhere.

Clover and Smart Cookie were the first ponies to be born normally. Remember what I said about everyone else ‘popping into existence’? Yeah, no parents were involved there. Clover and Smart Cookie were the first to be made by two ponies doing the do. (Clover is technically first, but they were twins).

Starswirl’s encounter with Sirens is not with the same Sirens as the ones in RR. Both trios had similar stories though. 

I go into this more in a different headcanon post, but Sirens are usually normal and nice like anything else, but they have a Berserk Mode similar to Dragons. Except Berserk Sirens are 1. more coherent and 2. activated by Desire instead of Greed(Technicalities on what is what)

The Dazzlings had no connection to Starswirl, and all of them are still in their teens, having only been in the Human World for a few years. Celestia sent them there as a last desperate way to possibly break them out of Berserk Mode(since cutting off Magic can stop it), but.... okay this is getting long and is covered elsewhere so I’m stopping here. 

The Sirens Starswirl dealt with.... didn’t go to another Dimension. They were Berserk and Dangerous, but I’m debating over whether he managed to calm them back to normal, or if he ended up having to kill them to keep them from harming everyone else(which would absolutely fuck him up btw, but still). Either way, history adjusted the story to “oh, he, uh, ‘sent them away’! Yeah, that’s it! They’re in another dimension!”

Starswirl died about 1,900 years before the events of Season 1. It wasn’t some grand adventure or anything magical. He was just old and had to die eventually. He died happy, probably peacefully in his sleep or something. Idk, I’m not going further into it because if I do I’ll make myself cry. 

Editing to add some more: 

If diners and jukeboxes existed back in the day, Starswirl and Discord would absolutely have pulled the Salt and Pepper Diner thing. 

Starswirl is actually younger than both Celestia and Chrysalis, but older than Discord and Luna. 

Starswirl had nothing to do with building the Mirror Portal. It was actually a Time Traveling Flurry Heart creating a way to Anchor herself to her Home Dimension. 

Speaking of the mirror portal, squishing the timeline to happen in a Mortal lifespan is a pain in the ass. But Human!Starswirl is also dead, but he died much younger because, again, condensed timeline.He did go to CHS with Celestia, Luna, and Discord, but that was nearly a decade before. They all went to Prom together, where Starswirl wore the Human version of his signature claok and hat.

Human Starswirl and Discord 100% did the Salt and Pepper Diner bit. 

#headcanon #Starswirl #Canon Vs Headcanon

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Over the High Atlas Mts to Marrakesh

Bonjour and Salaam,

On April 3rd, (grandson Sagan’s 9th birthday!) we traveled over the high Atlas Mountains from  Ouarazazate to Marrakesh.  

The trip over the mountains was spectacular for the eyes - but scary - especially if you don’t really like heights - and I don’t.  YIKES!!  This is what it looked liked as we left but soon we left the desert like area behind.

Slowly it got greener and greener....

Morocco is improving the roads in the mountains - so we had a lot of construction and trucks and big machines sharing our small road.  Sometimes, I just closed my eyes, but all was well.  Except for the “bad fuel” problem.  Our poor bus decided about half way in our trip it needed a rest again.  This time there were no taxies to call.  We were in the wilderness.   The bus started going slower and slower and slower.  We all looked at each other with very wide eyes.  But after a short rest, the bus was ready to go again and took us all right into Marrakesh.  The roads of Morocco are simply fabulous BTW.  This came as a surprise to all of us - but we were never on any roads like we have in Michigan.  NEVER!!

We saw lots of little villages tucked away in the mountains many that had only donkey paths for access.  We also saw the summer grazing frames for the nomads.

Below is a picture of our group at the highest point you can drive to in the High Atlas Mountains, 2260 meters or  8, 727 feet.  It was sooooo WINDY!!! Everyone - but Joan was tucked away using the sign to protect us from the wind - poor Joan!  Her hair shows you just how crazy windy it was.

We stopped at one spot a little past this point - where anyone who wished could stand on the top of a sheer cliff that dropped more than a 1000 feet.  NOT ME!!!  And I have ZERO pictures to prove I didn’t go!

So on to Marrakesh.  My first impression of this place was “GET ME OUTTA ‘HERE!”   I did appreciate it more and more as time went on - but at first it looked like everything I don’t like about a place.  The crowds were insane.  Our guide told us that we needed to be careful about pickpockets.  There was a cacophony of sounds everywhere. There were people trying to talk you into buying dumb cheap things and to top it off there were snake charmers trying to put snake around your neck.  Before we got of the bus, Zouhair said - "DO NOT let people put snakes around your neck.”   No one needs to tell me that - BUT when we walked from the bus to our riad - someone ALMOST put a snake around Jim's neck.  OMG!!!

As we walked through this HUGE square it occurred to me that THIS was what I had thought Morocco would be like.  The massive crowds; the pickpockets; the snake charmers; dancing monkeys; the sound of the snake charmers horn; the overwhelming smells of food; men and women dressed in different kinds of Muslim attire; the heat.  Now I recognize that I couldn’t have been more wrong.  All this belonged to Marrakesh and Marrakesh belonged to Morocco - but it was just one tiny pice of the beautiful tapestry that is Morocco.

We settled in to the riad and then took a walk to the Medina.  Our riad is on the square - right on the square!!  PERFECT!!  Just as we got ready to walk out the door, the hotel manager stopped our group and reminded us that - sadly - we needed to be aware of pickpockets.  He advised the women to wear our purses across our bodies and to put our cell phones out of sight.  He advised the men to move their cell phone and wallets to front pockets.  We thanks him and started to leave but then his asked my friend, Nora, where her cell phone was.  Nora lifted her purse but she didn’t see her phone.  At that moment, the hotel manager held up her. phone.  WOW!!!  A great lesson for all of us and we made the adjustments.  No one lost a phone or a purse or a wallet.  No one got a snake around the neck and we all learned to love Marrakesh. We visited the Medina where the alleys are filled with shops and people and smells - AND motorcycles, bikes, carts and dollies - with no one slowing down.  WHY there are not dead people just lying in the alleyways I cannot figure out - but I was determined not to be the first.  Frankly, I was happy when we emerged back into the square.  In the square was a huge food area - like mini restaurants

Zouhair walked us through this giant food area and then challenged us to taste some of the favorite foods of Moroccans.  We agreed and then he brought us sheep brains and tongue.  Many people changed their minds - but I was determined to taste it and I found them both delicious.  (I also found it easier to just think of it as “food” if you get what I’m trying to say!)

I was most surprised to discover that this entire restaurant area would be taken down around midnight.  The square cleaned and scrubbed and re-assembled the very next day.  Truly, I though Zouhair was kidding us - but when we walked into the square the next morning - that entire area was clean and empty.  By evening the entire restaurant area was up again.   That was pretty cool!!!

I have been simply amazed at how clean the city streets of Morocco are.  There are people sweeping and washing all the time.  Very few people smoke here as well - and that is certainly helpful.   Life is busy in these cities, but everyone we have met has been kind and generous - except for the guy with the snakes - JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!  The villages, however are not clean.  They are trash filled and plastic.  Plastic -  like in the US - is a plague on our planet.  There is no re-cycling here - FYI.

We spent 3 days in Marrakesh.  

It is spring here - for sure  - and the taxies in Marrakesh are the color of butternut squash.

We saw one of the King’s palaces and museums and took a  horse drawn carriage ride from the ancient city to a very modern city.  We walked through the Jewish area called  “mellah.”  I really like that Morocco continues to credit the Jews that helped make the Morocco that we see today - even though there are very few Jews living in Morocco now. 

The palaces are simply gorgeous and I can’t think of anything like it is the US.

A quick aside - these carvings you see are handcrafted.  While there now exists molds that can made something that looks like this, there exists a thriving group of craftsmen who work in renovation.  We walked by a man doing this work in Fes. Check it out.  What a difference a day makes.  SWEET!!!!

The ceilings of this palace was awe-inspiring.  It was a BIG deal - BTW - that the King had recently opened up some of his palace for visitors.  A BID DEAL!!!

The walls were equally splendid!

Here we are in the King’s Favorite Wife’s chamber.  Yes - turns out we were our husband’s favorite wives.

We also got to see inside of the concubines living areas.   It too was opulent - but in a very different way.  The life of a concubine was tough due to the passage of time.  When you are hot - you are hot and when you are not - you are gone.  Really - the king needs 100s of concubines plus 4 wives? Does he have anything else to do?!?!?  I’m not buying this idea.

Nice door and window shutters - but they locked on the outside - if you can even imagine how sick and twisted this concubine concept is.  YUCK!!

The carriage ride was great!  We went from the Medina to the modern city - a lot like any huge modern city in the world.

As we left the the Medina, we saw the snow capped High Atlas Mountains and the beautiful minaret for end main mosque of Marrakesh .

The sun was out but it was still cool but we had a great time.

It was during our adventure in the modern city that Mark saw this:

Since he just can’t resist having a man with a straight razor who doesn’t speak his language shave him and cut this hair - he hustled in.  Brother.....

In the meantime, I discovered this store - clearly named for our 12 year old grandson and the restaurant plague of all cities - well you figure it out.

At least the meat is halal - which is the opposite of haram.

Here is the mosque for this part of town.

In the end I learned to love Marrakesh but it was NOT love at first sight - believe me.   Our trip is drawing to a close and when we leave Marrakesh we will say good-bye to 6 our of dear friends and to our beloved guide, Zouhair.  The remaining 8 will meet another guide and head to Essaouira on the Atlantic Ocean.  We have heard that this area of Morocco is unique and that we will love it.  So far we have enjoyed everyplace we have visited - even Marrakesh.

Stay tuned!

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Finding Kurt Hummel: Choke

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3x18: Choke

Okay -- so after along absence, I am back! And jumping into an episode I consider the beginning of a long downward spiral of quality of episodes that I don’t think really recovers until we get to Dynamic Duets in season 4.  Yes, we’re entering a dark time here, (and my personal least favorite part of the series) but that doesn’t mean there aren’t interesting things to pick apart.  

So, let’s do this... 

Phantom of the Opera

So -- we open Kurt’s story here with him singing Music of the Night -- a standard if there ever was one. It’s his audition for NYADA.

And you know, it’s nice.  It’s not great.  It’s definitely undoctored as he goes a little flat on a few notes.  Intentionally or not, when Kurt goes on about it being safe and being bored with the number, I think he has a point.  There’s nothing about this performance that stands out.  I don’t even need to do meta on the music, because it’s so unrelated to Kurt, that it’s not really worth it.  And with the lackluster performance of Tina as Christine (god, talk about no chemistry, though I know they were purposely trying for that), I think the point is that it /is/ the safe and boring choice.  

I love that Kurt’s ideas to spruce it up are utterly ridiculous.  Doing it German? Sing it in the nude? More sequence on the cape? Kurt’s used to doing outlandish things to get attention -- but I’d like to point out that all of these things are about being theatrical, but not about himself.  And, if I’m going to tie this in with season four’s Swan Song -- I should mention, Kurt’s audition pieces are, and should be, about showing himself. 

And I mean, it’s not that Kurt’s theatrics aren’t him -- they are! It’s just that it’s an outward persona.  Who Kurt is on the inside is something he often keeps guarded.  And right now he’s playing up to expectations of what he thinks people want him to be -- not showing off what he really is. 

Meanwhile -- out in the audience is Blaine, trying very hard to be the dutiful boyfriend now that we’re post-Dance With Somebody.  He isn’t quite sure how to tell Kurt that his ideas really aren’t that great.  However, he does have the best line of the scene.  When Kurt suggests adding more candles, Blaine’s response is hilariously amazing.  

Blaine: Oh god no.  No more candles. 

School’s Out

Intersecting with Puck’s story, he comes blazing through singing some Alice Cooper.  Most of the glee club looks confused or repulsed.  I love that Kurt’s just scared, and at one moment, you can see him almost curled into Blaine -- like save me from this insanity.  It’s kinda hilarious, actually.  

Change of Plans

Something I’d like to point out -- post Whitney tribute, Kurt changes his locker.  It’s more reflective of being a senior, and more photos of the group and the seniors.  I’m a little sad that the Blaine shrine came down (though, I’ll argue that it needed to as they go from fairy tale to real story), but I am amused he has a picture of Brittana in his locker.  

Anyway, we get into the crux of Kurt’s story for the episode.  And, I’m going to be straight with you, there are a few things about this that drive me a little nutty.  As I’ve been saying through most of season three, Kurt’s NYADA arc in the season is intentionally propped up against Rachel’s.  All of Kurt’s decisions and all of the good things that happen to him are going to be marred because of what happens to Rachel.  But making it even worse is the fact that Rachel’s going to get into NYADA and Kurt, while doing his best, while trying is everything, is not.  And while I’l say, yes, yes, Kurt gets the better story line out of it -- I can’t help but be annoyed that for a long while, he just can’t have a story line to himself.  

In addition -- I’m not really thrilled with what Glee is trying to sell here.  Kurt wants to take a chance on something that he feels right.  And in Glee world, it is the better choice ultimately.  But just a word of advice for any of you who might be going into the performing arts -- practice.  Seriously, practice.  You aren’t going to get anywhere on talent alone.  I promise you that -- as someone who’s been there.  Do not just wing it because you think you can.  

However, here, though, Rachel’s projecting all of her insecurities and issues onto Kurt.  It’s another Hummelberry trait that’s going to drive me nuts, as this kind of thing is going to get worse as we go into season 4, and Kurt starts drinking her Kool-Aide more. 

Rachel thinks he’s self-sabotaging by going with a song he feels more connection to, and taking a risk on something he feels more passionate about.  He’s not -- it’s the right choice.  There is something to say about being on top of things and being inspired to do something, instead of Rachel, who’s relying on being in her comfort zone, which is why she’ll crash later on.  

Also -- man, Rachel has some control issues in this scene, and Kurt kind of lets her steamroll right over him.  I realize that Rachel is kind of a tour de force at times, and I’m glad he kind of shakes her off later on, but man, Rachel, let Kurt make his own decisions.  

(I need to take a second say how much I appreciate the scene where Finn is telling all the guys his plan on intervening with Puck.  It’s hilariously amazing.) 

Not the Boy Next Door

It’s audition day -- and Rachel tells Kurt that their adjudicator is none other than Carmen Tibideaux, NYADA and Broadway Bigwig.  Now, here’s my thing -- I adore Whoopie Goldberg, I’m delighted she did the show because I think she’s fantastic.  But Carmen Tibideaux drives me crazy -- and not really because of how she handles Kurt, which she could have done a lot better, but because the way she runs things doesn’t make much sense, and she often lets Rachel get away with waaaay too much, imo.  

Kurt’s understandably nervous -- because yeah, this is a big crossroads moment for him, and to do so in front of someone so prolific heightens the stakes.  But you know, he’s wearing those gold lame pants underneath that phantom costume.  It was always an option, even as he let Rachel talk him down the safe path.  I think the fact that it was Carmen made Kurt decide to go with something he’s ultimately more comfortable and interested in doing.  While Carmen may not see it, this is Kurt at his best -- and at least afterwards, he can say that he gave it his all, and presented himself the best way he knew how. 

(Btw, as this starts -- Blaine sneaks himself into the audience.  This is such a little ‘awww’ moment.  I love how proud Blaine is of Kurt throughout this sequence.) 

Anyway -- it’s interesting how Kurt can read Carmen when he gets out on stage.  She’s heard Music of the Night hundred times, as well as The Impossible Dream and Being Alive.  I have to wonder if they knew they were giving Kurt Being Alive next season.  It’s hard to tell with Glee.  

So yeah -- Kurt makes the split-second decision to go with Not the Boy Next Door.  And I kind of love this small little moment before the song starts, as Kurt closes his eyes and goes to a different place, and sheds the scared part of him off as he embraces the role of Peter Allen.  It’s just kind of awesome.  

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33ZKxx1YSks] <---- Not the Boy Next Door Link.  Idk why Tumblr won’t actually let me post it correctly.  But go watch it!

So.  Not the Boy Next Door. 

I don’t think there’s another solo that’s as Kurt Hummel-ish as this one.  This song is so fantastic, and it’s Kurt at the height of his scene-stealing ability.  The choreography is interesting, it’s most definitely an homage to the original musical -- only Kurt adds his signature moves, which is adorable and brilliant.  He sounds fantastic on the number, and it’s a shame we don’t get the full studio recording, as that shows off his range better than here.  Everything about this is such an amazing performance, and I’m so glad they had Kurt do it. 

I'm not sorry for just bein' me But if you'd look past the past you could see That I am not (I am not the boy next door)

And, of course, this song fits with Kurt so well.  Because it’s about a guy who realizes that he doesn’t fit into the mold that society deems worthy but that doesn’t matter -- he decides to leave the facade behind, and be himself.  And that is exactly what Kurt is doing here -- showing off his true colors, and completely owning it.  

Also.  I should probably mention the gold lame pants. But, I mean I think they kinda speak for themselves ;) 

(Watching Blaine through this is so entertaining -- we are all you, bb, proud and overjoyed about Kurt’s performance)

So.  Here’s the interesting and complicated part about all of this.  We know Kurt.  We saw him shine like the bright bb that he is.  Carmen, however, does not know that this is Kurt coming into his own and owning it.  And she just happens to have a different set of standards.  Because this performance, yes was undoubtedly Kurt Hummel at his best.  But.  It wasn’t Kurt at his emotional and raw.  So to Carmen -- she can see that he can perform, but can he dig down deep and give emotion? Well, we know that he can, because most Kurt Hummel solos do that ever so well.  But she doesn’t see that here.  

And now -- that’s personally why I think you do a variety of things when you audition, but this is Glee logic, so whatever.  But what I find kind of interesting here is that she compliments him -- because he does deserve it.  But maybe because i’m watching it knowing what happens, I kind of sense something else here, too.  She was impressed, sure, but she didn’t see what she wanted to see. She congratulates him for taking the risk -- but that’s all.  It’s not enough for her.  

(Now -- I’m not going to sit her and say I’m completely content with this -- especially since Rachel whining enough is enough to get Carmen to change her mind, but I’m just trying to make sense of the whole thing)  

So, oh Kurt, he’s so happy, and proud of himself, and I love it.  And I’m so sad that it’s just not enough right now.  

  The Consolation of Ms. Rachel Berry

And now we get to the frustrating part that leads into the messiness that is the end of season 3.  Rachel chokes on her audition.  Kurt is in disbelief.  And I’m frustrated because Rachel fucking it up means that Kurt’s going to fail.  Because Rachel needs to succeed.  And for reasons I just don’t get, that seems to be the balance the writers need to strike in this stupid NYADA plotline.  Why can’t both of them succeed? I don’t know. Why is it every time something goes Kurt’s way -- Rachel is left an emotional mess to be picked up? I don’t know.  Why does Kurt have to fail if Rachel wins? I don’t get it either.  But that’s the plot line we get.  I guess the only consolation is that Kurt ends up being the better developed character after all of this. 

And -- here at the end, Kurt does what Kurt always does.  He tries to make Rachel feel better in the varying ways he knows how.  And I feel like now is where we’re cemented (at least for a while) in how the Hummelberry dynamic is going to work.  Rachel emotionally stumbles and Kurt’s there to pick her back up again.  And it’s going to be this off balance until we get to season five.  I wouldn’t mind so much if it’s sometimes turned the other way (and around season five we get that), or if Rachel didn’t always need to be picked up from being an emotional mess.  But, I get the feeling that that’s really what the writers knew how to write.  And I suppose the Kurt fan in me is sad that his story is sidelined for a good long while as he becomes, essentially, Rachel’s side kick.  

Now in general - I don’t want to knock friendship stories. And I’m glad that he that they show he does have this huge heart.  And I’m also not saying that Rachel doesn’t deserve to have this low moment, either, because she does.  I just wish they had gone in a different direction -- and had shown that sometimes dreams change because you screw up -- not that you screw up, and people crown you prom queen because you’re sad, and if you harass the right people long enough you get what you want.  But I digress.  

But, ah, this I suppose is the last high point as Kurt’s year is going to get a whole lot worse.  Fun times ahead! 

#finding kh #kurt hummel

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You immediately considered at least one particular person once you noticed the title of this listing: 15 Causes Why You Are the Most Annoying Individual on Fb. (All of us thought the identical factor.) It’s that individual that irrespective of how a lot you’re keen on them or how nice of a good friend they are often in actual life, they’re undoubtedly essentially the most annoying particular person in your Fb. It is a listing of the 15 issues that make for essentially the most annoying particular person in your Fb. Fortunately for you, you aren’t that particular person. No means… #OhHellNo #It’snotme #Normalfacebookuser 

Oh, and you could need to ensure that one way or the other that annoying good friend of yours on Fb takes a take a look at this, too. Consider it as your good deed of the day…or an funding in you and your good friend: Hopefully, you received’t should take care of a few of these annoying issues that they do anymore, and hopefully they get a clue.

Arguably, every of those 15 issues that make you essentially the most annoying particular person on Fb holds the identical weight so far as the extent of their annoyance issue goes, however we’ll depart it to you to determine. Vote up those you’re feeling make for essentially the most annoying particular person on Fb.

  You Can’t Get Sufficient of Yourselfie

You don’t know why, however you simply can’t get sufficient of your self! I imply, omg, you look so rattling good proper now, the remainder of the world actually ought to see this… So you’re taking a selfie of you in your automobile… You scantily clad in a mirror… You strolling the canine we used to suppose was cute til we noticed it 22 instances a day… You in a tub… You attempting on a brand new outfit on the retailer… You and allllllll your amaaaazing besties… You bare together with your “hopes and desires” lined up simply so… We get it, you’re keen on your self. You like your self so rattling a lot. Properly, right here’s a reality for you: Each time you present us how a lot you’re keen on your self, we hate you just a bit bit extra. And #WeHateDuckFace.

We Don’t Care About Your Love Life

Each date you go on, what you intend to put on, the place it’s best to go, what it’s best to say… “omg what do they consider me,” “omg greatest date ever,” “when will they name,” “why received’t they depart me alone,” “omg they love me a lot, take a look at what they simply purchased me at this time,” “omg regardless that we broke up they’re nonetheless so head over heels in love with me, they hold calling me on a regular basis…” We don’t care, you look dumb, and we hate you. And in case your potential lover/present lover/former loves sees all of your pathetic outpouring of a private matter, they most positively hate you, too.

Newsflash: We All Know Your Life Isn’t So Nice

You’re the individual that incessantly talks about how great issues are: “The youngsters are superb!” “My important different is so candy to me on a regular basis!” “Take a look at all these superb experiences I’m having!” “Take a look at all these new issues I simply purchased!” So… you recognize that we know you, proper? Your youngsters are disgusting brats, your lover cheats on you, you want booze to get via the day, and also you’re broke. We all know it. Cease attempting to trick us into believing in any other case.

You Are the Feed Clogger

Doesn’t matter how sometimes we go surfing to Fb, it’s a certain factor that each time, you can be there, posting again and again, clogging our feeds together with your minute-by-minute updates of your pathetic life. Ever hear the phrase “Absence makes the guts develop fonder?” If not, right here’s a tip: cease posting about how cute your canine appears proper now and go look it up. It’ll do wonders for you (and your relationships). How do you do it? How do you handle to all the time be there? 

Oh, and btw… Have you ever observed how folks aren’t responding to your posts a lot? They’ve blocked you from their feeds. So by this level, you possibly can very properly be oversharing in a vacuum. Nevertheless it’s not too late: Attempt scaling again to posting as soon as per week. Watch your social standing in actual life enhance very quickly. Positive, you could undergo withdrawals, however you’ll reside. Til then, we hate you.

Your Emotional Outbursts

Omg, you have been simply at a celebration and your boyfriend walked out on you, omg you have been simply on the retailer and somebody offended you, omg your trainer was completely such a jerk to you simply now… You’re a sufferer, and the universe has one way or the other wronged you. For some insane cause, you actually really feel strongly that the remainder of us have to find out about it– and never simply the difficulty at hand, however a extremely, actually, actually lengthy paragraph about it. Guess what, we don’t care. We hate you. You’re performing like a child. Shut up together with your rants.

Have you ever by no means realized about self-control? Give it a shot. Follow this train: In case you actually really feel strongly about a problem, however know you could be emotional about it: Step. Away. From. Your. Fb. Suppose on it for a day, after which determine if you wish to share this problem nonetheless so badly. By placing some area between the difficulty at hand and your legion of followers, it removes the emotional component fairly a bit… And please, if after a day you determine it IS nonetheless value speaking about, for the love of all issues holy, try to hold it brief and candy.

We all know, we all know: You’re the solely particular person in our feed that actually issues, however consider it or not, now we have a lot of different folks we are attempting to maintain up with, too. You might be the middle of your universe, however most of us produce other buddies to are inclined to as properly. (We all know this may occasionally come as a shock to you.)

Me, Me, Me!

That is for the individual that can’t cease speaking about themselves. There was a time limit the place neighbors regarded out for one another and folks would follow random acts of kindness to assist their fellow human. You appeared to have disregarded that chapter.

Did you ever for a second suppose that perhaps, as a substitute of speaking about your self on a regular basis, you possibly can do some good on the earth with this superb platform we name social media? Set up a neighborhood clean-up, elevate funds for a great trigger, ask your self what you are able to do to assist another person (not, all the time, what they’ll do for you)… In some way enhance another person’s life. (And no, that doesn’t imply that it’s best to begin oversharing your private beliefs on how the world could be a greater place if solely we agreed together with your private or political opinions on every little thing).

Give This a Attempt: Exit of your means to assist another person primarily based on THEIR wants. This will likely come as a shocker, however it’s not all about you.

#Hashtags

You suppose you’re being enjoyable and witty by talking in hashtags: #ImJustSayin, #OhHellNo, #HowCuteAmIRightNow, #BestThingEver. You’re lame. #AndWeHateYou

We’re Sick of Your Opinions

By now, everyone knows your stance on the present political agenda or the way you suppose the world needs to be or what you suppose is the easiest way to do one thing… no matter it’s that you’re continuously stuffing down our throats. We get it. We too, are educated and know how one can learn. We see what you’re saying. All. The rattling. Time. Cease It. We don’t agree. We are going to by no means change our opinions and aspect with you. Or worse, we do agree, however we all know you’re driving a good larger wedge between us and people who disagree with us. Fb and its plethora of advertisers finding out all of your knowledge overload thanks, however we hate you. Simply. Shhhtop.

You Suppose You’re Cool. We Suppose You Want Assist.

Clearly by your fixed try to endorse one thing unhealthy: “I’m ingesting wine on a regular basis, I’m so cool,” “Hey, take a look at me smoking on a regular basis,” “Hey, right here I’m standing on a ledge 30 tales off the bottom. Don’t I rock so arduous!?” You’ve got issues. Really. Your folks might not inform you this as a result of they don’t need to offend you. However clearly you’re exhibiting the tech-based cry for assist and are searching for some kind of assist or endorsement on your self-destructive or dangerous behaviors. For actual, you need assistance.

Cease attempting to get everybody to assist your poor selections, and as a substitute spend a while researching how one can treatment your self. Good place to begin? Try the advertisements on the edges of your Fb feed. Ever marvel why they’re all associated to self assist? Sure, the universe IS telling you one thing, and so are all of the advertisers finding out your fixed information overload– who’re more than pleased to capitalize in your issues.

The Enabler: Probably the Worst Sort of Fb Offender

Ah, the enabler. OK, so that you’ve already acquired that one good friend in your listing that you simply hate for being essentially the most annoying– however maybe simply as equally annoying, if no more annoying, is that particular person in your listing who continuously helps the annoying good friend: We name this particular person The Enabler.

The Enabler reinforces every little thing the annoying good friend believes. The Enabler likes all of the annoying particular person’s posts, helps all their beliefs, says constructive issues in regards to the annoying good friend’s ridiculous or drunken rants and silly selfies. What’s worse? The Enabler greater than probably is aware of how annoying the annoying good friend is however nonetheless exhibits them assist for some unholy cause, be it out of insecurity or worry or no matter.

The Enabler makes the annoying particular person really feel like they’ve an viewers, thereby growing annoying particular person’s confidence in posting an increasing number of and extra– a fireplace from which we so desperately need to suffocate all oxygen. And also you, Enabler, are like gas for that fireside, serving to the hearth to develop, larger and larger, and you’re the enemy. And, due to this fact, we hate you, too.

You’re a Meanie

You’re the one who continuously has one thing snarky, caustic, or offensive to say about, actually, every little thing. You in all probability suppose you’re being humorous or insightful or have a proper to spew your venom since you had a tough childhood or some crap, however it’s hurtful, and all of us have already got sufficient powerful stuff we’re coping with in our private lives. We don’t want extra negativity. So cease it.

Be a part of an anger administration group. The professionals there are paid to care about your points. We aren’t. Secretly although, you marvel why nobody needs to be your good friend and be part of your whiny destructive grievance periods? Properly, you get what you give. Attempt remembering what you realized as a child: In case you don’t have something good to say, don’t say something in any respect.

You Are An Addict, and We Know It

What you’re watching on TV, what you’re serious about this very minute, your newest popular culture dependancy, your omg megacrush on an actor du jour (tomorrow, it’ll prob be a boybander; subsequent day, a sports activities hero), the six outfits you’re attempting to determine between for the banal occasion you’re attending later tonight. Guess what? We don’t care. And also you clearly have an dependancy: Over-sharing on the Web.

Give it some thought like this: You’ve got a favourite music artist, proper? You like their songs, however there’s a cause artists put out an album, let it run its course, after which disappear for a pair years earlier than they launch a brand new album. If that artist launched a track daily, you’d get so sick of them, you’d hate their guts. Properly, Fb offender, you’re that “artist.” And secretly, folks hate your guts. So give it a relaxation. Go get a interest. Step. Away. From. Your. Fb. Get hooked on doing one thing productive together with your life.

One-Trick Pony

Ever heard the phrase “Selection is the spice of life”? If not, look it up. As a result of for these of you who continuously speak about the identical factor again and again and over… It’s simply pics of your youngsters all of the rattling time, pics of your canine all of the rattling time, posts about your political opinions all of the rattling time, pics about how a lot weight you’ve misplaced all of the rattling time… Why do you suppose we care greater than as soon as? Greater than twice? Ever? We don’t. Change it up.

Foodie Overload: Chew on This

Photos of what you’re consuming for breakfast, lunch, dinner, an in-between-lunch-and-dinner snack, your late-night binging episode, the meals you’re consuming at a restaurant… You might not know this, however we predict you’re actually gross. More often than not, we simply need to inform you to cease consuming so rattling a lot, get on a treadmill, or purchase a self-help or weight-loss guide.

Do you not notice that all of us already know what a steak appears like? We all know it. Cease exhibiting us. It makes us need to attain via our laptop screens and beat you within the face senselessly together with your disgustingly fats and greasy over-stuffed burrito you retain exhibiting us. And we hate you.

Your Drunken Rants

Expensive Drunken Ranter, A reality: Booze and the Web Do Not Combine. (Re-read that if you happen to didn’t already get that via your thick, self-absorbed cranium.) So irrespective of how cool you suppose you’re or how entitled you’re feeling after just a few drinks to inform the world what you actually take into consideration one thing, likelihood is, if in case you have a clue, when you sober up, you notice how dumb you regarded by sounding off whilst you have been a drunk idiot. However heyyyyy, guess what? The remainder of us realized how dumb you regarded hours in the past once you posted your ridiculous drunken rant. Bear in mind the previous adage that ingesting and driving don’t combine? Right here’s a brand new one for ya, memorize it: Consuming and the Web Don’t Combine.

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