#we know our boi aint gonna have a good time in heaven
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Bakugou’s daughter brings home a Boyfriend
Bakugou x wife!reader
Ft. Bakugou’s daughter
Warnings: fluff, lowkey Crack, sexual mentions, small angst, cursing, Bakugou being such a dad
BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST
A/N: This is one of my favorite types of Bakugou. Domestic father Bakugou!! So bc of that fact, this piece was born. Hope you enjoy!
Bakugou as a boyfriend? Bliss. Bakugou as a fiancé? Heaven. Bakugou as a husband? Euphoric
Bakugou as a dad?.......he sure is something
Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou would be the ultimate dad
Baby crying in the middle of the night? Sleep love, daddy’s got it. Baby needs a bottle? He can warm it up with his hands. Baby’s feeling bored? Look at these mini fireworks in his hands!! Katsuki’s got it all
But that’s a baby Bakugou
Bakugou with a teenager
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Katsuki’s teen will be either one of two things
His best friend
Or his mortal enemy (whom he still loves endlessly)
His 16 year old daughter, Katsumi, was both
And yes they loved each other very much, but they also got into battles on who could cook dinner better, who Y/N loved more, hell, when y’all came back from a restaurant THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR FIRST
But this battle? Y/N might just let them Kill each other...just this once
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“WHO THE FUCK IS THI-“
*SMACK* (thx Y/N)
“Daddy, this is Izuru! Izuru this is my lovely mother and that’s my shitty dad that I love so dearly!”
Katsumi definitely inherited her guts from the Bakugou’s
“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Bakugou!”
Ah man, here we go
Silence. Pure, awkward, scary, silence. And of course Y/N’s nervous twitching HOPING that her dear husband doesn’t murder the green haired boy. As the young couple stand infront of the doorway smiling, the older couple is staring at them, one in nervousness, and the other in shock. (I’m talking Denki going 4 million volts shocked)
“Well.....Welcome Izuru! I knew you’d be coming over soon but I didn’t expect it tonight. It’s lovely to meet you,” Y/N ever so kindly said once she let out a sigh.
Her husband almost got whiplash from how fast he turned to look at her. “Knew?!? You knew about this kid?? And didn’t bother to tell me?!??”
“Well if I told you, you woulda stopped this meeting from happening ya jerk!” Y/N visciously explained.
“YA DAMN RIGHT CUZ-“ silenced with another smack from his wife. Y/N sure learned a lot from Mitsuki. “Please come in you two, I’ll start dinner.”
As the young couple sat in the living room speaking, the older one was in the kitchen preparing food. Well one of them was, the other was too busy burning a whole into the poor boy’s body with just his eyes.
*SMACK*
“Ow.” Continues to stare
“Suki stop that, you’re gonna scare the poor boy.” Y/N said.
“GOOD. I DONT WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM CONTAMINATING THE BAKUGOU LINE!” The blonde dramatically yelled.
“Contaminating? Love, we don’t even know if they’ve had sex. I doubt he’s “contaminating” anything any time soon.” You said with attitude.
Bakugou just stared at you know with the same look.
“Hmph!” And turned to look back at the kids.
“HEY!” Bakugou screamed.
“Heyyyyy~” Katsumi replied.
“No not “Heyyyy~,” Katsuki began and replied with a girly impersonation of his daughter as he walk towards the couple. “I mean, HEY, as in have you had sex with this kid?” He sternly asked.
“KATSUKI OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed as she dropped something in shock.
“.......Yeah, so what?” His daughter replied.
Y/N wasn’t even mad. She already knew. She could tell. Mother’s instinct I guess.
Katsuki was fuming.
“NOPE! NO! THIS RELATIONSHIP WONT GO ON! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SEX!” The older blonde screamed while looking at the now blushing green haired teen and his rebellious daughter. And Y/N was just giving him this...look.
‘What a fucking hypocrite’ you thought to yourself.
“How old were you when you fucked mom?”
(ITS QUIET AINT NO BACKTALK)
Pure and utter silence.
Katsuki started stepping back from the couple while facing them and nodding his head. “.....use condoms,” and walked back to his deceased wife.
As dinner is placed on the table and everyone takes their seats, Katsuki can’t help but stare at this boy. Why does he seem so familiar?
Everyone just ate and talked. Grades, school, when did y’all meet, how long has it been? The usual. But Katsuki remained silent while thinking. And then..it clicked!
Katsuki slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat looking at the boy across from him. “What’s your last name?!”
Izuru was nervous because he was well aware of who Katsumi’s father was and how her father’s relationship with his own father was kinda iffy.
“M-Midoriya sir.” He nervously stated.
Katsuki saw red.
“DEKU?!??????!!!!!” He screamed
“Oh come on Katsuki! Like that wasn’t obvious!” You said rolling your eyes.
“There is NO WAY IN HELL I’m gonna let the Bakugou line be contaminated with Deku’s genes! Our family line only brings in the best of the best!” Katsuki proudly and loudly stated.
“So what am I?” Y/N asked.
“The best of the best! You were and are the perfect one for me Y/N! You know this, I know this, everyone knows this. And look at what we created-“ he was interrupted by his wife.
“A mini you?”
“A MINI ME! And who wouldn’t want that?!”
“Dad.” Katsumi said.
Now that caught Katsuki off guard. For the past 16 years, Katsumi has always been a daddy’s girl. She never called him “dad,” ew. She said “Daddy,” or “Shitty dad.” As Katsuki turned to his daughter he could see the look in her eyes.
“.......you really wanna be with this kid?” He asked.
“I really do.” Katsumi said while grabbing onto Izuru’s hand.
“...Ok then. You can be with him.” Katsuki calmly said.
Katsumi excitingly got up and ran towards her dad’s seat giving him a hug.
“Thanks daddy,” she said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Dinner continued on as normal as it could. Katsuki was just gonna have to learn how to let go.
Later
As the married couple got ready to sleep, Katsuki was hanging outside their balcony.
“What was up with you Blasty? I haven’t seen that kinda Katsuki since UA.” You jokingly said as you went to stand beside him.
“You’re not scared?” Katsuki asked.
“Of?”
“Katsumi. She’s growing up. She has a boyfriend now. That girl is having sex! She’s not daddy’s little girl anymore.” He sadly said.
“That’s what this is about? Katsumi growing up? Suki, this was always gonna happen. She’s in her prime teenage years. She’s 16! A lots gonna start happening.” You began.
“I know that but-“
“But nothing Katsuki. You can be scared of her growing up, I am too, but we can’t be so scared that we try and stop her. You just have to know that Katsumi will always come back to us no matter how old she is. And she will always, always be a daddy’s girl. Her entire world revolves around you Katsuki, but we gotta let her go at some point. We have to let her grow. That’s how the best of the best are made after all, right? It’s what we look for in a Bakugou.” You finished.
Katsuki couldnt do anything but smile. You were right. He knew you were. And he was willing to let his little cub grow.
“......You’ve gotta stop interrupting me when I talk.” He laughed.
“And you’ve gotta stop saying the dumbest shit in the world.” You teased back.
He pulled you in for a quick peck and just held you there in his arms. He was so glad he had you to keep him grounded. You’re the best of the best after all. It only makes sense.
“Daddy?” Katsumi walked into her parents room, unnoticed.
As the two broke the hug to see their daughter, looking a little timid, Katsuki spoke.
“Katsumi, hey princess. What’s up with you.” Katsuki asked as he walked towards his daughter.
“You’re not...disappointed in me, right? You know, for who I chose to be with. I’m sorry if I chose Izuru but I-“ this time, it was Katsuki who interrupted.
“Hey hey, no of course not baby bear. I would never be disappointed in who your true feelings pulled you to. I don’t want you to apologize for anything when today I caused most of the trouble.” Katsuki said while wiping one of his daughter’s stray tears.
“You know I’m never gonna leave you guys. Right? I’m gonna grow up but I’ll always want to have a close relationship with you and mom. I love you guys, and I’m not going anywhere.” Katsumi said.
“We know Katsumi. And we love you too. And we’re far from disappointed in you. We are so proud of the young woman you’ve become today.” Y/N joined in.
Katsumi ran to her mother and gave her the tightest hug, and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at his two girls. His world. His entire reason for living. All right there in his arms as he pulled them in for a bigger hug.
“Thanks you guys. Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got a date with Izuru tomorrow and I don’t wanna be late.” Katsumi began walking towards her parents door until Katsuki called her.
“Hey baby bear,”
“Yeah?”
“Izuru. He seems alright. He’ll be good for you.” Katsuki admitted.
“Yeah. He really is. He’s the best of the best after all. Reminds me of someone I know.” Katsumi said while leaving the room.
Yeah. Katsuki will be just fine.
A/N: Sheesh. This kinda sucked but I did this in my literature class sooo....it’s still credible work since I was writing, right? Yeah..?....No?...yeah ok. Anyways, HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT BEAR CUBS🧸💗
P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!! And I PROMISE I’ll get better and produce more work. Feel free to leave requests!
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B Dylan Hollis Starters
Some may be slightly N.SFW
“Now, I can’t think of anything better for Valentine’s Day than a good old fashioned cream pie.”
“Whether or not to edge is up to you. Some people aren’t that patient.”
“This finished a bit early. Happens to the best of us.”
"If your hand gets tired just keep going.”
“I’m single so I’m used to it.”
“I like that. Very sweet, but I like that.”
“Not sure if I’m curious or scared.”
“Don’t look at me. I couldn’t tell you where this is going. I just know it’s the wrong destination.”
“This has to be the most complicated laxative on the planet.”
“The author calls this her comfort food. I call it a mistake.”
“it doesn’t need salt! It needs help!”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that Jello is inevitable.”
“How am I gonna survive the apocalypse if I can’t even survive OATS?”
“Now in my personal experience, depression and ice cream are a match made in heaven.”
“Going to assume we have the same size package. Though the last time I made that mistake I ended up stunned and quite self conscious.”
“FIYAH”
“Three cups of MOO JUICE!”
“Um... The potatoes are gone.”
“It’s turned to liquid.”
“Which is an interesting idea, because it’s awful!”
“Introducing the world’s worst dip.”
“It tastes like an identity crisis on a plate.”
“It typical 60s fashion, we’re using gelatin.”
“Celery’s just like your parents. Dirtier than you think.”
“Good morning, it’s time for mayonnaise.”
“What have you perfected? Garbage?”
“This stuff is great. You can run your tractor on it.”
“Ooh! It’s a boy!”
“This is from 1938. It’s only electrocuted me twice!”
“It’s only electrocuted me twice!“
“What exactly are we trying to raise up? Hope?”
“What is it with dead people and their obsession with this?!”
“Thought this was a joke. Turns out I’m the joke.”
“Or what? I’m gonna ruin your disaster?”
“Either chocolate fixes everything, or this is alchemy.”
“EGGIE- Eggie shell...”
“Welcome to the world. It’s awful.”
“I’m a fool not an idiot.”
“That doesn’t make any of this okay!”
“I’m sending you to summer camp.”
“TODAY YOU WILL RISE.”
“Honey, you can’t dilute a war crime.”
“Y’know it’s horrible now, but I hope it turns out okay.... Like children.”
“I’ll concede. You were right!”
“Did you just kill my blender?”
“You swung first.”
"You have a bag of beans in you!”
“A cup of FLUFFY BOYS.”
“Walnuts are never optional!”
“Sweet, bitter and meaty. Like my ex.”
“A little late in the century for war crimes.”
“This aint food, honey, this is a bioweapon.”
“Wakey Wakey time for school!”
“Butter go BRRRRRRR”
“Not bad, dead people.”
“It’s incredible and I'm mad about it!”
“Suppose it’s better than eating your offspring.”
“Do I call the police or a priest?”
“What if I told you I hate pie?”
“Are you still here?... Dammit.”
“I think I’ve summoned something.”
“I need nut instructions!”
“Remember, kids. The main ingredient in pie pastry is self doubt!”
“I have birthed you!”
“It’s 10PM and I’m boiling prunes in my kitchen.”
“Potatoes are finished when they’re soft. Yes, I’ve noticed that with men too.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed that with men too.”
“Are you ready for bologna? Good. Cuz there’s a POUND of it.”
“Normally I’m quite comfortable handling meat but this is physically disturbing me.”
“It’s uncomfy and it’s bad.”
“I hereby sentence you to be overcooked.”
“Nah fam, that ain’t no typo. I want you to yell at your milk.”
“There is no suitable amount of lard.”
“How long does sadness take to cook?”
“I hate zucchini. Doesn’t taste bad it just makes me feel insufficient.”
“Now we get our can of spam and we cry.”
“Honey, I don’t need instructions. I’m single.”
“It looks like it’s listening to me.”
“Sweet and salty things aren’t anything new. You have classics like PB&J, chicken and waffles, fake friends, your in-laws-”
“If you’ve never had a date before, I’m sorry you must be very lonely.”
“And this, gentlemen, is what happens when we get old.”
“No clue. I’ve never made a date cream before.”
“ I’ve never made a date cream before. ..... I’ve never COOKED a date cream before!”
Good evening. It’s dark.”
“Granny don’t deserve this. Whatever happened to ‘respect your elders’??”
“Go ahead, feed this to a child. You’re gonna yeet them into orbit.”
“Are you ready to die? Yeah, me too!”
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Fruits Basket, Se3, ep11 (part 1)
Breaking toxic bonds & accepting healthy ones isn’t a miracle. A bond that started with love could end up chained & toxic, another that started wrong could’ve become the joy of a life time. You can do it. Break the cycle of abuse & stand up for yourself, it is easy yet so difficult, you aren’t alone, tho, loved ones stand nearby cheering. Be kind on yourself, otherwise you’ll throw your life away. Life isn’t just happiness & joy, it’s also sadness & loneliness. Break free from the shackles that held you down. Embrace life & Live.
-Tohru’s “ I’m okay” mask is finally shattered! (the Importance of kyo’s rejection for her development):
This is the last part of tohru’s character development! The last few eps were abt her role in Akito’s redemption & their similarities. she staood up for herself & choose a path away from her mom while keeping her mom’s memory in a healthy manner. No more planning my life according to mom’s wishes, no more talking to mom ‘s picture 24/7. Now, I’ll plan my life & move forward even if it is with the guy mom said she cant forgive. even If it is without him, I’ll move forward. I love him so much, yet I won’t force our bond & let go. So easy yet so difficult!. tohru doesnt know anything abt kyo after her fall. All she remembers is his heart-broken face as he wept beside her. Those tears on his face, she caused them. He cried cuz it is too painful to see her hurt. She was a burden to him! tohru restored to her old coping mechanism of pretending “ i’m Okay” & smiling. She did so numerous times before. Always worked. No one noticed. Except him. Se02, ep7. he urged her to show her true fears. Now, she’s faced with a pain so big she can’t pretend no more. the pain of loosing him. She cried in front of yuki! The smile & chatting abt chores couldn’t conceal the running tears! Yuki’s first time seeing her like that. Se01, ep14, yuki wondered how could tohru smile after her mom’s death. She can’t pretend no more! She’ll have to wear her feelings on her sleeve! cuz it IS ok to do so! She tells kyo to give her a moment to compose herself. She couldn’t lie & pretend like she did with yuki. Here she either run away or just try to compose myself! I LOVE THAT! This way, whenever kyo/tohru fight or have any misunderstanding in the future as a couple, you’ll know tohru won’t just bear it & pretend, “ i;m okay” No! she’ll talk to kyo & express herself! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! It gives her so much strength as a human & I’m happy all the obstacles & set backs in kyo/tohru’s romantic journey has led them to be better ppl little by little to build healthier & more realistic love!
-The mechanics of writing a compelling slow-burn romance:
1. Igniting the romantic feelings slowly: Slow burns don’t work with love at 1st sight. It must first sparkle naturally, slowly & subtly. Both kyo & tohru repeatedly stated they don’t know exactly when they first fell in love. The author’s decision to create an environment where the two live together is a genius way to start & nurture their romance quietly & subtly. Kyo was tricked to stay in shigure’s house while tohru had to stay cuz she had no home, Natural reasons that force the two to spend days together & get to know each other gradually.
2. Dynamics of their personalities: For slow burns to work, the two characters need to be similar yet opposites! Kyo & tohru are both kind, endearing, innocent, good at chores, independent & hardworking. They both have history with their mothers that is filled with love yet traumas. However, tohru is calm yet prefer maneuvering around subjects, can’t stand up for herself, reads ppl easily, tends to trust ppl easily & disregard herself. Kyo is fierce, strong, tends to distrust ppl, despite ppl loving his spontaneous character, he has hard time figuring out if they’re mocking him or teasing him, very straightforward with his words & actions. The similarities helps them understand each other, however, the differences creates chances to clash & come even closer thro various situation. Ex, se01, ep2, kyo apologizing for hitting her head with the table which created the situation where she needed to confess she always loved the cat zodiac! It is HER gush of emotions that struck kyo. ppl really want my friendship? the cat is loved? Thro those difference they learned to better themselves so they won’t hurt the other, kyo toning down his anger for her, tohru desiring to know him even more as he becomes even more awkward.
3. Creating natural, realistic & convincing obstacles that prevents them from being together: This is the most important part! Slow-burn is two characters in love & cant be together despite everyone wanting them to be! if the reason that stops them from uniting is trivial, stupid, one-sided, can easily be solved, then the slow-burn would be a fillery & no one would cheer for it! Takaya-san is a genius!
Kyo can’t be with tohru cuz he thinks (a) he killed her mom! we saw thr flashback, he could’ve saved her & couldn’t save her. It was a split of a second difference & he hates himsef for NOT trying! that split of a second also prevented from thinking of better ways to save her than holding her! it happened to fast, he couldn't think of a better alternative cuz this was his 2nd time loosing someone (b) his mom’s sucide being pinned as his fault created this immense guilt & defeated feeling that “ no matter what, I just cause death & misery! There’s (c) too!, he knew tohru! thinks she deserves the world & cuz he didnt save her mom, he watched tohru talk to a freaking picture for two years! heck! he is the only one who can see thro tohru’s “ i;m okay” mask, so in se01, ep 14 in the grave yard! kyo wasnt the only one who is sad! tohru was too! & kyo could tell! (d) her mom’s death is the reason tohru is accepting shigure’s offer to stay with them rent-free in exchange of doing housework! (e)? he saw her confess crying her heart out abt missing her mom so much that she imitated her dad! so tragicly sad! (f) he saw her die in his nightmare!! how can he accept her love,now? Perfectly orchestrated obstacles!
Tohru, unfortunately, in the anime it wasn't that clear due to shortening her backstories & trauma in se03, ep6. But she too couldn’t see herself confessing love to kyo. Tohru is has low self-esteem, always thinks she’s a burden to others, an orphan who just wants her mom, so scared, lonely & sad! we the audience believed the mask! we saw her work her motherly charm yuki, isusuz, kisa & believe her issues are not that deep. tohru wont cry for herself but shed rivers for others! grief is so ugly it broke her! I cant let go of mom, must keep her always in my heart, such a hard emotions to write & I believe 100% the director couldn’t understand her grief & decided to split ep6 between her, kyo, isuzu & shigure. But Tohru struggling to confess to kyo is no laughing matter. ppl who are grieving find it the hardest to live after the loved ones die. they wont mostly commit suicide, they are alive, but they arent living. they just go thro the motions & live for the sake of those around them but not themselves. Tohru deciding to confess to kyo is her deciding to live for herself.
4. Writing a perfect psychologically & emotionally packed climax: I dont need to explain how perfect kyo’s rejection of tohru in se03 ep9 was. How much we felt for him yet were mad at him. He we were “ ugh! kyo no!!!! I mean I get why you do that , but you idiot no! come back! poor kyo! He was just so sad & broken! OMG he’ll kill himself after finding tohru’s injured body!! he totally would! his nightmare came true! But Tohru reached him! she wanted him to be okay! he wont kill himself but still feels hella guilty! but so utterly in love with her that his instinct upon seeing her come to life after near death is kiss her! Perfect display of psychology & emotions! filled with right, wrong, sad, happy, guilty, innocent! basically so human~ As the audience you MUST have this mixture of feelings of wanting to hug him so bad cuz this boy has been killing himself for years now yet want him to stop & just see that he was a good boy afterall. Tohru is THE best girl & if the audience are cheering for kyo to be with her, kyo really deserves her! The only problem is for kyo to see that now.
5. The Perfect wrap up of all romance: If you make your audience suffer the slow-burn this long, you gotta reward them good! & Takaya-san delivered! Just like how the entire romantic story is realistic, the reunion must be as realistic too! Tohru is hurt by kyo;s words. Facts remain his words were hurtful to her. I love that was addressed! tohru gets to tell her side, too! If you love someone, you are bound to be hurt by them as much as be happy with them. Simply cuz they matter so much to you! you arent one person, but two ppl coming together. Kyo must work hard for this confession. Must run & chase her. Must earn her proper! He gets on his knees, I cant express how important that is! he is way taller than her, Imagine apologizing while she looks way up & he looks down? He gets on his knees & apologize like a man, for every mistake, all while not loathing himself. He aint going back to that deep abyss again. He did wrong by her & he is owning up to his mistakes. Give me one chance. I’m not gonna force you with persistence or guilt you into taking me. Give me ONE chance cuz i deserve it & no more. The choice is yours. She asks to confirm, he shows her, they kiss, they hug, they are rewarded with a blessing from the heavens! One of the most simple yet emotionally fulfilling confessions in anime!
- Hugs over kisses: (And her kiss hugs her & the curse was lifted):
Prince charming kisses the princess & she wakes up~ they live ever after~ except furuba is all abt “ eternal ever after is not true, real life is where the real love is”
Kyo kissed tohru once, she didnt wake up, she didnt even think he loved her back. didnt even remember the kiss.
Kyo hugged tohru once. se01, e024, He initiated it, tohru was all in tears, surprised, happy & so utterly in love. he called her name for the first time ever, for a brief moment, they both connected, they both comforted each other. The rain stopped, he became a man not a monster, she got him back. She got her kyo that she fought for with none other than kyo himself.
kyo hugged her again, se03, ep6. They both initiated it. He made the first move, pulling her just a little closer, she made the second move & hugged him hard, he transformed, it was a moment were they both connected, both so sad & broken, both feeling needy for the other, both desperate for the other, both just living the moment. the result is them coming closer, her wanting him more, him realizing her love, there is no escape. Admit it. she loves you. You can tell.
Kyo hugs her again today. He asks permission. No spur of the moment feeling. But a long lasting permission to be together. To hug. He wants to hear her acceptance of his cursed body. “ is ok to hug you? this body will cause you pain as it wont be able to fulfill your wishes of constant hugs & intimacy”. She responds, permission granted, for love, for hugs, for a life long acceptance of you as a whole. weakness & strength, sadness & happiness. I accept you all in better & worse! we’re invincible. Why? cuz we understand love isnt magic. It is a path for us to walk together~~~ reward curse break!
Every time kyoru are closer it is a hug. The one thing the zodiacs cant do. A hug. They can kiss. But cant hug. comes this Zodiac Ruler girl so lonely, away from ppl, so sad, meets a cat boy who comes to the house she’s living in, a house away from ppl, the boy is drawn to the girl, However, when the boy needed to leave, the girl was able to let go despite loving him, the boy comes again, this time wanting to stay, the girl accepts the boy. They both accept the realistic reality of life. Embrace the obstacles & the achievements, celebrates the weakness above the strength. Both so imperfect. Both so endearingly dumb! that’s why the girl’s hug broke the boy’s curse. The girl’s acceptance of the cat broke all curses.
Side Note:
Kyo’s confession is so kyo! so straightforward, so direct, & so physical. He’s on his knees, holding her hands, looking at her eyes. “ i want to be WITH you. If I’m gona live, I want to to do it with you & no one else! cuz I love you” that’s it. That’s all. So sincere & so romantic!
it is crazy how different tohru & kyo are now after the confession! she stood confidently & happily & said “dont you know, I love you!” all while teasing him, her giggle is so girlish & cute! my girl is a happy woman in love! long buried the angelic mother image of se02! YES! also, kyo’s happy face is love! Dude! when was the last time he smiled so freely? Did he ever do that? He smiled in se01, ep4 with kazmua, but not like this! T_T. my son is healing~
Kyo’s “ i wont ever feel afraid if you’re with me” is a huge growth from his “ I want to protect her” mindset. Now he realizes it is two-sided mutual desire. She gives him strength as much as he does! <3
I dont like open eye while kissing, but here it is so perfect for tohru in this moment! cuz she spent days thinking kyo rejected her & even ran away as soon as she saw him, now he’s not only confessing, apologizing, admitting she is his life, but also kissing her signaling they’re romantic couple. kissing on lips is so personal, what more evidence she needs? still, her thoughts? “ it’s like a dream?” aww~~~ tohru~~~ my precious girl! she just cant believe all her suffering is over, now? She was just practicing “ i’m okay” smile & now she’s an official girlfriend to the man of her dreams? He just bent da kneeee~ go for it queen!
yuki’s face when tohru cried is exactly what I meant of “ allowing yuki to have strong facial expressions”! XD these types of faces humanize yuki so much into the teenage boy he is! Unfortunately the anime team only sees him as the pretty prince in most times. That’s why fave yuki is when he’s with kakeru. He becomes so un-princly as he should be.
Speaking of yuki, I see you anime team~ postponing his moment into next ep so him & machi wont be overshadowed by the long awaited kyoru!! While this defies the perfection of all cursed zodiacs breaking on the same ep making akito’s breakdown less perfect & poetic, I take it as the anime team admitting they underdeveloped yuchi & decided let’s give them more screen time & not putting them in close distance from any couple. A week later ep is enough with lots of time. I dont mind at all, I’m just saying more time after/while confession is not what i was hoping for~~ sigh~ At least I hope yuki would say sth along the lines” all this time I was looking at you, i realized i love you” to imply he was thinking of her as a lover not his kindness for someone he helped. I just dont want their love to be sudden simply cuz yuki needs happy ending. oh well~ I’m sure whatever it will be, the anime will give it utmost attention.
That sad moment when kagura wasnt allowed a moving image. lol. girl was given a still image that didnt even move with the breeze! T_T
Not gonna lie... the scene with kazuma & kyo was underwhelming. Why the wide shot? I mean you dont need budget for that. Just give me a closeup from the waist up with kyo head buried in kazuma’s chest. Dont need to waste budget on kazuma’s face, either.... do the old trick of hair covering eyes & show me glittery tears~ why the awkward shot of kazma towering in his own house! how tall is this man & why cant he he fix his roof?...lol
Also, shigure, you got scars man... who can hurt shigure? akito? gotta be her. I dont think hatori scratches...lol.. Aya? nah~ too busy with Mine! yup, akito... another steamy night? could be, she’s changed as he wish now. But scratching a face is weird while..um..kissing? a quarrel? but why? I bet she wants him now & we know he wants her....
More on part 2! especially abt the curse’s lore~
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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?
⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst
⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3
⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!
⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k
𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽
y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.
never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.
if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.
“y/n-chan!”
you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.
“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.
you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?
“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.
“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.
“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.
“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.
the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.
“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”
“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.
“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.
“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.
“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.
“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.
“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?
“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”
“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.
“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.
the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.
atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.
“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.
“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.
“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”
“i��ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.
everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.
“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.
“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.
“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”
“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.
“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”
“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”
the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?
“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.
“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.
“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.
“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.
after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.
“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.
“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.
“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.
“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.
“i’ll walk you home.”
“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”
days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.
“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.
“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.
“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”
“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”
“thank you, y/n.”
you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.
“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.
“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”
“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.
“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”
“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.
“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.
the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.
nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.
the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.
even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.
months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.
although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.
“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.
“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”
you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.
“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.
“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.
your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.
“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.
“mm?”
“i like you.”
“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.
“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.
“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”
atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.
“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
and who were you to say no to that?
#happy birthday to the miya twins <3#i had fun writing this for tsumu 🥰🥰#vivi says i can write#samusangel birthday special#atsumu x reader#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x you#atsumu x y/n#miya atsumu x you#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu scenarios#miya atsumu x y/n#haikyuu headcanons
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Castiel/Dean Winchester
Gen/Teen, 4341 words
15x20 coda
AO3 version
“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.”
Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two.
“Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes.
“It was a poor analogy. I apologize.”
“So what’s a better one?”
Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.”
“Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.
It’s half past midnight by the time Dean gets another run at Cas.
Granted, what the fuck does half past midnight even mean here, where time is as free as tap water? Why does anybody even bother? For all it matters, Dean could set his watch to eleventy minutes past twenty o’ nope and still never miss last call.
Then again, somebody felt it necessary to invent the idea of Tuesday in the first place, and Dean’s not gonna volunteer himself for the task of replacing it with something better. What’s important is that he’s survived (or rather, he hasn’t survived) a battery of poignant moments and tearful reunions. He and Sam hugged out burdens registering in the triple digits. They even had a little fight, pretty much for the fun of it, while Ellen fucking Harvelle watched them over the bar with her eyes shining. She still charged them, though.
Right at the beginning of the party Dean and Castiel had their eyes-across-the-room thing, followed by the same magnetic, exhausted embrace they’ve shared on just about every plane of reality now. Dean supposes he could ask Cas for a nickel tour of the Empty just so they could hit for the cycle, but he’d really rather not. Sam let them eke out a few gruff, tear-choked monosyllables before diving in, sweeping Cas up in a bear hug and laughing like a fucking kid. Dean doesn’t push it, because it’s been longer for Sam, after all. Or something.
And now it’s quiet, just the jukebox and the clink of glasses back in the kitchen, a few folks murmuring in booths. It might be dark outside, it might not; it’s waiting on Dean’s opinion before it commits to anything. And so is Cas, who is standing in the warm glow of the jukebox, hands in his pockets.
Dean walks up, leans against it, bottle still dangling from one hand.
“C’mon, sunshine. I’ll show you yours, you show me mine.”
Cas looks up and into Dean’s eyes with the wary, elegant patience of a deer. “What is it that you would be showing me, Dean?”
Dean gives him a long, languid blink and bites his lip, and Castiel lags for half a second before rolling his own eyes. “I see death hasn’t refined your sense of humor.”
“Nope. Guess the billionth time aint the charm.”
Cas remains stonefaced, which means a corresponding you dumbass blush starts crawling up the sides of Dean’s neck. The jukebox switches records like it’s making a suggestion.
“I’m gonna sit down outside,” Dean says. “C’mon and sit down with me. There’s a patio somewhere, right? Ellen was always talking about adding one out back. No way she hasn’t bossed somebody into buildin’ it.”
“There’s a patio,” Cas says, taking his hands out of his pockets.
Heaven’s patio is pretty nice; twenty square feet, some scattered picnic tables, fences covered in ivy and string lights. It still smells like fresh pine boards. There’s even a fire pit, which seems kinda bougie for the Roadhouse, but hell with it, it’s warm and pretty, and since when did pretentious people get to lay claim to “a hole with a fire in it”? There’s no moon overhead, and so the Milky Way is giving them the full monty — the runnelled spine of it, the ribcage packed with galaxies.
“Are they all alive?” Dean asks. The warmth from inside leaks out of his collar, wisps away.
“Who?”
Dean points up. “The stars. They always make a big deal about how most of the stars you can see from Earth have been dead for millions of years by the time we get the light from ‘em. That still true here? Or is everything on auto-renewal?”
“That’s a very complicated question,” Cas says, not looking up, only at Dean. He does that a lot, Dean knows, but it turns out to mean something different than what Dean had always assumed, which was ironically pretty similar to what it actually meant, but was reassuringly unactionable and therefore unfuckupable.
“I’m a very complicated guy,” Dean says.
Castiel smiles at that. “I don’t actually know the answer,” he admits. “And it would take an extremely long time to investigate. There are some other things I’d rather do first.”
“What, you can’t just call the kid for directory assistance?”
Castiel lets a good-humored sigh. “Like many young people these days, Jack prefers to avoid the phone.”
This is a solid riff, and Dean respects it. He picks the table closest to the fire and takes a bench and Cas sits next to him, instead of opposite. Dean thought he managed to break him of this habit a few years ago, but here all things are made whole again.
“So what,” Cas says, without a single molecule of playfulness or seduction, “is it that you want us to show each other?”
“Yeah, I was…it was a dumb joke. But I mean it, just not in a ‘playing doctor’ way.”
Castiel frowns, tightens his lips; the firelight throws a fluttering shadow across his face.
“I mean…Christ.” Dean takes a medicinal slug of his dwindling beer. “I don’t really look like this anymore either, right?” And he gestures at his usual shitshow personal presentation, which death has also noticeably failed to refine.
Castiel frowns, smoothes his hand across the surface of the table. “This is a corporeal world, Dean. It operates on a different set of rules, but your body here is no more of an illusion than it was on earth.”
“Seriously?” Dean ponders a second, squints through the dim light at his fingernails, at the high-resolution grime contained therein. “Jesus, that sounds like a lot of work. At least compared to Holodeck Heaven.”
“It is. But we didn’t build this place to be a...a…doorprize. It’s a real world,” Castiel enthuses, looming forward. “It’s the one that should have been created for all of you in the first place.” He pauses, glances down. “For all of us.”
Dean shrugs. “Okay, so no holograms. I’ll keep all that in mind next time Charlie tries to convince me to go skydiving.”
Castiel snorts, but not in pure aggravation, so Dean feels like he’s finally got a point on the board. “What I’m sayin’ is…physical or not, this place has different rules, right? So could I look at you without my eyeballs exploding? The…you know, the angel parts of you. Not just your vessel,” and Dean fwippies his hand at Cas to indicate that true beauty is contained within and Dean is completely indifferent to the fact this dork-ass alien managed to bodysnatch a guy who’s never dipped below an 8.5.
“It isn’t a vessel anymore. We can create our own bodies, now.”
“Peachy,” Dean clips, because that shit is a little late coming off the line.
Castiel sighs. “You could see me in that form without coming to harm. But you should know that I don’t consider it any more a reflection who I am than this form. Not anymore.”
Dean rolls the bottle towards him, nudges a knuckle. “You’re a real boy now, huh?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” Castiel says, and smiles a smile so small that Dean would need a microscope to figure out if it’s pleased or pained.
So Dean thwacks the bottle down on the totally-real table and claps his totally-real hands. “Well then let’s go. Hit me with that angel weirdness. If we’re gonna do this, I gotta taste all thirty-one flavors.”
Castiel smiles a little more convincingly, but it still doesn’t reach his eyes. “There are really only the two,” he says, and holds his palms out to the warmth of the fire.
“Great, then we’ll be done in time to catch Letterman. Then if you’re good maybe you can help me shimmy out of this thing.”
Cas cocks his head. “Out of which thing?”
“This super real heavenly meat-suit, dude. It’s not fair if only one of us gets naked. Peep show has to go both ways. I see your angel-face, you see my soul.”
Cas looks stricken, like Dean is asking to suck on his toes next to a playground. “I mean, unless that’d fuck you up,” Dean adds.
“No,” Castiel replies, a little absently. “It wouldn’t fuck me up. But it…wouldn’t really accomplish anything, either.”
“What, no soul kink? That’s bullshit and you know it. You love this crap.”
Castiel replies, “Your soul is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” with the easy confidence of a regular latte order. With the same uncanny, 2 Blessed 2 B Stressed face he had when Dean plowed Ruby’s knife hilt-deep into Jimmy Novak’s sternum, that he had when the Empty collapsed him like a carcass in an acid bath.
That face shuts Dean right the fuck up, because it sends him skipping backwards into that fucking basement, where his phone is buzzing and the gritty concrete chill of the floor is seeping through his jeans into the useless meat of his legs and leeching into the hot, wet channels of his piece of shit heart.
Turns out you can work up a good little panic attack in heaven, which seems like a significant oversight.
From a million miles away he feels Cas’s warm, dry palm slide over the back of his hand –– there’s a ring there now that Dean lost down a motel sink drain ages ago, is nobody spotting continuity errors here?—then Cas’s hand tightens on his and it feels like a Xanax kicking in. (The good kind, direct from the hot nurse with the little paper cup, not the kind you get in a from a shady burnout at a truckstop, that’s been ground up with baking soda or benadryl and carefully remolded, as if you could possibly give that much of a shit when you’re freaking out bad enough to buy Xanax at a truckstop.)
Point being, he calms the fuck down.
Cas has good hands. They can do a lot of impressive shit, and they look nice doing it. They don’t look like –– they’ve never looked like –– they belong to somebody whose main job is destroying people, places, or things. They’re hands that how to play the cello, or make tables from reclaimed wood, or give soapy, encompassing handjobs in the shower on cold evenings.
“It’s been years, though,” Dean rasps, not looking up yet. “I was a kid when you got me out of Hell, Cas. I’ve done a lot of shit since then. Maybe souls get stretch marks.”
Castiel’s hand tightens on his, clamps it down on the table. “I’ve always been able to see it.”
“Okay,” Dean mumbles, but Cas keeps on going –
“The only time I couldn’t see any part of your soul was when I was without grace, and I promise you that was one of the greatest deprivations imaginable.”
Dean snorts, looks away, but his hand is still on lockdown. “Worse than going hungry, huh?”
“Much.”
“Hey, what about Sam? Or, hell, fucking Donatello. They both were both walking around minus their creamy filling, and you didn’t say boo.”
Cas shrugs. “I can’t see their souls under ordinary circumstances.”
“So what, mine’s just extra loud, or day-glo, or what?”
“It’s both of those things, but that isn’t why,” Cas answers, and the boy is downright wry.
Dean tugs his hand out, raps his knuckles against the wood. “Okay, so stop bein’ coy and tell me before I get a complex. And if you say it’s because of love or some shit, I’m bailing to Rowena’s.”
“You infected me,” Cas says.
“Uh,” says Dean.
The fire pops and a log shifts; Cas glances over at the kerfuffle, absently lifts his fingers to his chin like he’s looking for an old scar. “In Hell, when I retrieved you…I had to grip your raw soul. I was meant to wear a gauntlet, so I wouldn’t be burned.”
Dean snickers. “You’re telling me you were supposed to be wearing a soul condom. What happened, you get too excited and forget to suit up? It’s okay, I know I’m a lot to take in.”
Castiel purses his lips. “No, I was properly armored. But my arm was torn off in combat shortly before I reached you.”
“Ouch.”
“Ouch,” Cas agrees. “I didn’t have time to retrieve the arm or its protection from the pit, so I had to grow a new one very quickly.”
Dean really should’ve switched to whiskey before starting this. “What, you didn’t pack a spare?” He wheezes.
“Ordinarily, yes, I would have had the resources, but I was equipped very lightly for that mission. It was a raid, not a siege. You understand the difference.”
“Sure, yeah, you left your emergency arms in the trunk. So you just popped out a new one. No big.”
“It was a big. Your soul was close enough that it forced me to grow a human arm, instead of a much quicker and more powerful extensor.”
“Okay, uh,” Dean pinches at the bridge of his nose, “there’s a lot to unpack there.”
“What part of it confuses you?”
“I dunno, the bit where apparently angels are I guess heavenly octopuses,”
“The plural in the Greek is octopodes,” Cas interjects, not without pleasure.
Dean glowers. “Or the part where you can apparently swap in different drill bits,” Dean continues,
“Mm,” Cas notes, careful not to open his mouth,
“Or that I, like, accidentally bullied you into growing a person arm,” and Dean pauses for breath here, which Cas evidently takes as permission to dive in with more Planet Earth commentary.
“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” he says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two.
“Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes.
“It was a poor analogy. I apologize.”
“So what’s a better one?”
Castiel drums his fingers for a second, listens to the fire pop in its little cage. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.”
“Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.
“What I’m trying to avoid saying,” Castiel sighs, “is that you rubbed off on me.”
Dean nods. “Yeah. That’s fair. I wouldn’t be dumb enough to say that around me, either.” He lays a couple little pats on Cas’s hand. “Lookit you, though, seeing around that corner. I’m proud of you, man. That would’ve totally flipped your breaker back in the day.”
“Just one of the many ways you have reshaped me, Dean,” Cas says, with warm sarcasm.
“Alright, so you rawdogged me, I whammied you. Chocolate, peanut butter, peanut butter, chocolate.”
Cas’s forehead wrinkles in skepticism. “I still prefer the cockroach. But some part of your soul injected itself into one of my more exposed frequencies. Under different circumstances, I would’ve stopped and excised the affected area before it spread, but. I was being pursued, and the mission had taken much longer than any of us anticipated.”
“Us? Thought it was just you down there.”
Cas looks vaguely offended, straightens and folds his arms like he just remembered he’s giving a deposition. “No, of course not. Michael assigned sixty-six angels in eleven groups of six, each escorted to the field by a seraph. We struck simultaneously at six different areas in perdition. From there we dispersed to individual targets –– to cause as much chaos as possible in order to help obscure the object of our mission, and to increase the odds that one of us would actually find you.”
“And you were the lucky winner.” Dean pushes down a touch of sick shame at the thought of it — he’d been coiled up like a snake around somebody else’s torment, anesthetized by it. It was one of the random rags of infernal time where his own pain decreased in proportion to how much he dealt out, and that was the closest thing Hell had to a Friday night.
“I was,” Castiel nods. “I took some liberties with my assignment,” he adds, squinting. “I flattered myself that I shared a special affinity with The Righteous Man.”
“That guy always sounded like kind of a cunt to me,” Dean notes. “You know, not withstanding the fact that I’m him.”
Castiel shrugs. “I found you, and I did what was necessary to save you, and my siblings did what was necessary to save me.” A little falter enters his voice. “Only twelve of us returned from that mission.” Cas looks up, out, away. A dove coos somewhere nearby of the Roadhouse; did it have a run-in with the windshield of an eighteen wheeler one day and show up here, Dean wonders, or does heaven make its own birds from scratch? That’s gotta be a softball compared to whether Betelgeuse is still open for business.
Castiel waits until the bird shuts up, then says, “Of those twelve surviving angels, I personally murdered nine, in everything that followed.”
After a moment Dean says “Yeah,” with practiced neutrality. He’s got some similar tallies, written in Sharpie on the back of his eyelids.
Cas sighs and his attention comes back down to the table. “By the time I received the authority to restore your soul to your body, the infection had spread almost past the point of containment. That’s why I resisted taking a vessel at first. I worried that occupying a human form would speed up the process.”
“Hey now. I thought you showed up naked because you thought I’d be one of those special people,” Dean quips, “Who can handle angel stuff without going all kibbles ’n bits.”
“That was only a partial truth.”
Dean tips the beer bottle in salute. “You’re a real special flavor of asshole, Cas.”
“So I’ve been told. I was right, though. When I took Jimmy as a vessel, I contracted — condensed — myself very severely. The infection had a much shorter distance to travel to reach all of my extremities, and a human form was the most hospitable environment possible.”
“You got a raging case of the Deans.”
Cas’s head kicks back in a laugh that kinda surprises them both. “Yes,” he says, grinning. “I did. I was very displeased, and very concerned I’d be found out and judged unfit for duty. And I very much was. Unfit, that is. Though I was not found out.”
“C’mon, never? You went rogue on the company.”
“Uriel suspected. Naomi certainly detected it later, as did Metatron. But in the moment, no. The Host’s attention was focused on the Apocalypse ahead, not on debriefing a mission that was considered a success. After the Cage was closed, I had too much influence to come under that level of scrutiny.”
“Hmh.” Dean realizes he’s been systematically picking down the label on the beer bottle, so he sets it on the ground before he gets sticky little shreds everywhere. “So I gotta ask. My little souvenir, the handprint. That’s where you grabbed me, with your lil…Mister Potato Head human arm?”
“It is.”
“If I’m the one who infected you, how come I’m the one who got burned?”
“My hand didn’t burn you.”
“Well, it ain’t fingerpaint.”
“Your own soul burned it, as it flowed out of your flesh and into mine. It burned until the moment when I finally released you from my grip. My hand healed itself; your arm did not.” Castiel gives a thin scoff. “I hadn’t planned to leave you interred.”
“Oh, no? Well that’s nice to hear, you know, a decade after the fact. I still have nightmares about that shit.”
Castiel winces. “It’s no excuse, but I was in a great deal of…the equivalent of pain. It took an immense effort to break off the inflow of your soul, and when I did manage it, I was thrown quite a ways by the recoil. By the time I recovered enough to return, you were already looting a gas station,” He finishes, dryly.
“Yeah, well, Dad didn’t think much of leisure as a virtue. Also I was thirsty, because I’d just crawled out of my own grave.”
“And I was distracted, because I’d just fought my way out of the inferno while being digested by a demented human soul.”
“You wanna call it even?”
Cas lifts his brows. “If you don’t mind.”
There is a long, dark breath, during which their little smiles fade.
“So, all that,” Dean says, because he’s a fucking coward.
“All that,” says Cas, because he isn’t.
Dean clears his throat. “That means you can see my soul-stuff 24/7, huh?”
Castiel slides one leg up onto the bench, shifts to sit astride it, like he’s maybe about to deliver an after-school PSA on the Real Deal About Drugs. “I can always see myself, and extensions of my self. And since your soul made itself into an integral part of me…I can see you.”
“I take it that’s not exactly in the manual.”
“No. I didn’t entirely understand it at first — for a long time, I convinced myself it was because you were designed to be a celestial vessel, and that I had been destined to save you from Hell.”
That thin, acidic feelings starts to rise up in Dean’s chest again. “Do you…” A dry swallow reflex grabs his throat. “Hm. Fuck.”
“What?” Cas asks, scooting forward. An angel. Scooting. What a world. “You can ask me anything, Dean. I hope we’re both past being offended.”
“Have you ever thought that. This whole deal. Our…thing.” Dean lets out a breath. “The way you feel about me. The way I feel about you.”
“Do I worry that its only basis is our shared material?”
Dean licks his lips, works a jaw muscle, forces out a nod.
Cas frowns, sets one elbow up against the table, then lets his head tip to the side. “Why do you love Sam?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I get it, he’s my brother. We got shared material, too. But we’re not talking genetics.”
“Genes were the initial basis of your love for Sam. But you share half as much material with Adam. Do you love him fifty percent as much as you do Sam?”
“One, love doesn’t work that way and you know it, and two, fucking of course not. I barely know the guy, and what I’ve seen didn’t exactly blow me away.” Not that the poor dumb kid ever really had a chance. “Sam’s Sam, he’s earned it a million times over just by bein’ him.”
“Then you understand.”
“But Cas, man…I…” Dean laughs, which is an abbreviated form of screaming, “I treated you like shit.”
Cas nods. “You did.”
“Okay, the rules say you’re not supposed to agree with me.”
“But the balance remains in your favor. Dean, are you genuinely afraid that you — care for me…” and Dean can hear the FCC live-bleep in that one, like does his total cowardice have a special color Cas can see with his soul-o-vision? “Only out of some compulsion?”
“No,” Dean says, to the great surprise of his frontal cortex, which was busy kicking the shit out of itself. “No,” he says again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, that that answer actually came out of him and entered the living air between them.
Then the wave is rolling towards him and he enters that slim moment of body-physics where you either take a lungful and commit to diving under the break, or you kick out against the undertow, arch your back to meet the blow, and let yourself be flown all the way up to the waiting shore––
“No,” Dean says, “I love you.” And he chokes up a little, first at the release of saying it, then at how much of exactly jack-shit it changes anything so what was he even scared of, and then at the look on Cas’s face: how he’s frozen. Like that dog from that video, the one that loved tennis balls so goddamn much that his owner bought him a thousand fucking tennis balls and dumps them out all at once and the dog absolutely stalls the fuck out, just seconds on end of underspecced dog-brain hang time before he finally snaps back to reality and loses his absolute shit scrabbling all over the porch.
Castiel comes back online with a little choking noise of his own, and a kind of awkward scrabble for Dean’s hand.
“I have for a long time,” Dean continues, because apparently he’s continuing, “I’ve loved you for fucking ages, Cas. In people years, anyway, I’m sure that mean’s fuckall to somebody who’s a zillion––”
“I don’t,” Cas says thickly, “really give a damn about the age difference, Dean,” and cracks into a chuckle.
“So how come you never knew it?” Dean asks, feeling freedom turn into a hunger or something like vertigo. “If you can see my soul, how could you not know?”
Cas shrugs, a bit helplessly.
“Seriously,” Dean laughs, “how did I manage to hide that shit so well? Sammy found every nudie mag I ever shoplifted.”
Cas shakes his head. “You’ve never actually been able to hide anything from me.”
Dean scoffs. “C’mon, man. I snowed you plenty, or else we woulda had this conversation dirtside a long time ago.”
“Whatever I missed, Dean…it wasn’t because you succeeded at hiding it,” Castiel says, softly. He takes a slow, shaky breath, and meets Dean’s eyes with a smile. He lifts a hand to Dean’s face, bone and flesh on flesh and bone. “I just loved you enough to look away.”
It’s a long time before they go back inside. By any measure.
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Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l
previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 4
erik killmonger x black reader
part 5 (18+)
“I love you more than you’ll ever know, but because I love you. You know that we can’t stay like this. They’ll find you before nightfall.” you say Erik as he places kisses to your shoulder and wraps his arms around you tighter.
“2 days ago Shuri and Okoye saw you and they’re not just gonna let that go. Iridia and Tika are going to take you with them. Iridia’s dad has a few connections. They can hide you there until I can put an end to this. We both know there won’t be a 3rd chance, Daka, you know that.” you warn and run his fingers up and down your side to try and soothe you.
“I don’t know if I can do that again. I’ve been without you long enough as it is.. But if that’s what it take. I’mma do it.” he says quietly like the words sit as heavy in his mouth like they do on his heart.
“Well .. Hey. .. You know , you never really told me what you wanted for Christmas. It’ll technically be a few days afterwards but we make our own rules. I remember saying something about wanting to just go away for a bit. Me and you. After this is all over we can just go. Anywhere you wanna go. Maybe somewhere with snow and mountains and a view that just takes your breath away. Maybe Sweden? We’ll drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and bust our ass while trying to ski. We can find new art pieces and i’m not sure of how good the food is there but it’s worth a try. We can do it all. Our whole lives ahead of us.” you say, trying to fill the deafening sound of anxiety that hung in the air.
“Sweden? I’ve never been there but my dad used to talk about going there when he was younger. My mama would say that she wants us to go visit the island though. She would always talk about beautiful growing up in Kapolei (hawaii) was. I don’t know why I thought you would say somewhere warm. But going somewhere cold gives me a chance to hold you closer. Kiss all over your lil frozen face. We can even put on all them lil cheesy Christmas songs you like. I bet Sweden aint never heard nobody drunk as hell off of hard apple cider singing Santa Clause Is A Black Man at the top of their lungs. But I don’t know about skiing bae. I’d like to keep my ankle bones intact.” N’Jadaka says laughing.
You put your hand over your eyes before laughing until the point of tears at the fact that of all things he remembers that too. It was one Christmas Eve when he was off duty and back home. Things were different. You knew that things were different between the two of you.
Your center was freshly opened and you had enough trauma shared between your story, the girls at your center, and Erik to need the relief of several drinks. You were holding onto Erik and singing All I Want For Christmas and soon as Santa Clause Is A Black Man came on you giggled and shook your head. Leave it up to your cousin Aaliyah. You were singing at the top of your lungs along with everyone else before holding a mistletoe over E’s head and leaning in . Before his lips could connect with yours you were heaving all of your lil elf shoes. That holiday part was...interesting.
The way that some of the girls who had accepted the invitation to the holiday party laughed when you walked in. You were branded as the cool auntie from then on.
“I can’t believe you remember that. And the way I was still trying to be down to try anal that night and you just said to me “if you don’t drink this water and take your tired self to sleep”....You know I love you more than anything, right?” you reassure him while rolling onto his lap and swaying your hips down onto him.
“I do. Do you know that I love you more than anything. I mean I basically moved heaven and hell to come home to you.” he says to you before trailing his hands up from giving your cheeks a squeeze to your sides to take off your shirt.
You two hadn’t bothered with putting on much clothes after coming home and taking a warm bath to soothe your nerves. So there was nothing more than a blanket separating the two of you .
“Don’t look at me like that.” you whisper to him .
“What you mean?” N’Jadaka asks dipping his hands in between your legs rubbing at you softly and you lean down to capture his lips with yours.
“Looking at me like this is the last you’re going to get to do this. I don’t like that…. This is only the beginning my love. So… give me something to hold me over until you come back. Or better yet, fuck me like you mean it.” you whisper against his lips
“Why don’t you just come with me? We could go and start over.” he suggests
“Daka. You know that we can’t just leave. Things are different now. We have family. I have my girls. I don’t want to live on the run.” your words float in between moans as he begins to scissor his fingers in and out of you and softly massage you with the other while you lean back on your elbows.
“I promise. You’re gonna be alright this time. We’re gonna be just fine. You trust me?”
He nods his head yes before rolling you over onto your stomach and moving your hips up at an angle so that he can dip into you slowly and then all at once.
In the wee hours of the next morning you were standing in the kitchen with Iridia, N’Jadaka, and Tika.
“We still don't really know the hows or the whys. But we don’t need to. You’re our girl and you know that we’d go to hell and back for you if you needed it. And Er- N’Jadaka we know that you may not remember a lot about us now but we got you too.” Tika explains and Iridia nods along while listening to her.
It all still didn’t make sense to all four of you but for some reason life decided to give him a second chance and you wanted to make sure that it was a good one.
He had already told his parents that he would be back in a few days to a week and that he had finally been accepted that job abroad in Wales.
Iri and Tika gave you some time to take alone as they watched you both from the door.
N’Jadaka stood there eyeing you for a second seemingly unsure of the right words to say or what exactly to do.
“See you later , alligator.” you say to him and watch his face break into the sunshine-y smile that was usually hidden under worry lines and pout on his lips in the past.
He didn’t get all of his memory or what happened to him, yet but he remembered you and for now that was enough.
“In a while crocodile.” he says before pulling you into his arms and in for a kiss.
“Alright , alright. Lover boy , the sooner , the better.” Tika reminds you both and you nod before smoothing out his hoodie and sending him on his way before you changed your mind and left with them.
You paced around your home for days trying to keep yourself busy. You cleaned. You went over plans to expand the housing projects. You even tried doing yoga and meditation to help soothe yourself.
2 days later, the knock at your door came as no surprise. You were sitting at the small dining table slowly sipping on the cup of coffee to soothe your nerves.
You look through the peephole to see Okoye, Shuri, 2 of the Dora Milaje, and T’Challa standing shoulder to shoulder while whispering amongst themselves.
“The King himself. Tea or coffee?” you ask as you open the door and they storm in after Okoye.
“Where is he?” Okoye asks as two of the women shoves you back and out of the way with their spears slightly and you set your eyes from them to T’Challa with a raise of an eyebrow.
You accessed the situation and realized that it wouldn’t be wise for you to lose your composure now.
While smoothing out your hair, you turn your attention to T’Challa. “This is still my home and I would ask that you’d hold the same level of respect that I would have for yours.” you warn and sit down at the kitchen table again , sipping slowly on your coffee.
They rip through the home, checking every room for any sign of Erik, leaving nothing in their paths unchecked.
You slide the other cup towards T’Challa and he sits at the table with you before asking Shuri and Okoye to relax.
He takes a look at the cerulean coffee mug and then back at you while tapping his fingers on the table.
“If I were going to kill you T’Challa, I would’ve done it already. You fell asleep in my arms for months. I could’ve done it then. Or have you forgotten me already? Seems like you have been keeping tabs on me. You found me in two days.” you start the uneasy conversation off slowly.
You and T’Challa dated for some time when you met while working on a similar project in the area. E hadn’t told you everything at that point about Wakanda and what happened so you had virtually no idea who T’Challa was. Your relationship with Erik was on the rocks when he left for the army and he was already seeing someone else so you thought that it’d be alright to move forward with yours as well.
After dating for a few months, you and T’Challa both decided that with your conflicting schedules and different life paths that it wouldn’t work out between the two of you and you both decided to end things on good terms. Looking back on it you thought the problem was distance and where you both stood in life, but now you’d say the world is a lot smaller than you thought. You never connected the dots until it was too late. Your heart still belonged to N’Jadaka but T’Challa still had a soft spot for you. He also knew more about you in that short time than a lot of people did.
He chuckles softly and accepts the cup of coffee. He sips the warm drink slowly while eyeing you. The silent conversation spoke loudly as his eyes never left yours.
“How’ve you been?” you ask him cautiously trying to see where the conversation is going to go.
“Uthando (love), I thought that you would’ve outgrown him by now. You know that he’s a prisoner of Wakanda and is a threat to society. Where is he, hmm?” T’Challa questions in that calming tone that he has always had. The honey-tongued, brown eyed devil could talk a starving bear into not attacking.
“I love him, T. I couldn’t have ever outgrown him. I have loved him since we were children and I know he’s not a perfect man. He’s made some horrible choices. Ones that he could never take back. I can’t explain what happened. I don’t even have the words for it to try and explain it to myself. All I can say is that he’s home with me now and we’re trying to build something. He’s not trying to harm anyone.” you plead before leaning up and grabbing his hands in yours gently.
“That’s bullshit. He sure as hell wanted to harm the last time we met.” Shuri retorts from her position by the window.
Okoye tenses up and steps forward while quickly looking from T’Challa to you and back to him.
He nods at her before giving her a small smile and a quiet “it’s alright”. She reluctantly huffs and stands back with her arms crossed.
“And would you have executed your father for the blood he has on his hands. Because his body count is sitting at 2. One for N’Jobu, his brother and one for N’Jadaka , his nephew. Your father was a murderer. His hands were not clean. ” your voice wavers as you try to get her to see things from your perspective.
Shuri let’s out a loud scoff and then a defeated sigh as she stands near the kitchen window and tries to wrap her head around the words leaving your mouth.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. . . I apologize. I’m saying we can sit here and talk about good and bad. The innocent and the evil all night. But at the end of the day we all exist in the grey. We can all just hope that we leave this world better than we found it. T’Challa, Shuri, you can set it right. You can give him the life that he was robbed of. Could you imagine being a confused little boy trying to comfort your father as he took his last breaths? You were allowed to look at your father as a hero, a leader, and you were comforted by hot chocolate at night when you couldn’t sleep and the dreams of one day becoming The Great Black Panther. He had nothing.Wakanda failed him once. I’m asking that you please don’t fail him again. ” you explain while looking him in the eyes.
“He had you… I know you and I know your heart. But I also know Killmonger-” he says before you cut him off.
“YOUR COUSIN. COUSIN. FAMILY. YOUR OWN BLOOD.” you raise your voice as you sit the baby pink mug down and back away from the table.
You take a moment to gather yourself as you turn away from the 3 Wakandans.
“My father did what he had to do.” T’Challa says setting her gaze on you and then back to Okoye whose jaw is clenched so tightly you thought that she’d burst a vein.
“And now so will you. Your father was a coward and his policies were bullshit. But you have the power to do something about it. Shuri, what would you do if it were T’Challa in those shoes. N’Jadaka isn’t perfect. I know that he has done some shameful things. But if you were in his shoes. What would you have done? Wakanda failed him and all I’m asking is for you to set it right. Let us live our lives in peace. You’ll never have to hear a single thing from us again. For fucks sake T. You know that I did what I had to do. When we first met. How did really meet me? Frantic in a diner … After I had just emptied the clip into a father on behalf of a girl that showed up at my center’s doorstep looking like a piece of her soul had been stolen from her that night. We do not exist in the black or white. A lot of us are floating in the grey. I’m not asking you to play God and absolve him of his “sins”. I’m asking you to find some humanity.” You garner and wipe at the tears falling freely on your cheeks and look to all 3 of the faces staring back at you.
Okoye and the other 2 Doras look at you wide eyed before turning their heads to wipe a lone tear from their own eyes.
You drop your arms as T’Challa steps closer and asks for permission to hug you. He embraces you for a moment before grabbing your hands and kissing them gently.
“I will have to confirm this with the council. He reports back to Wakanda every 3 times a year to show the progress he has made. We want to know that he’s doing something with this … second life. . . And I will be expecting an invite to the wedding from you. You have my word." He promises and you nod before hugging him back fully and squeezing him gently.
"But you ca-" Shuri says and T'Challa turns to her and shakes his head.
He lets go of you to walk over and comfort Shuri .
"We can't carry the sins of our father. This has to end with us." He reasons and she nods.
Okoye steps in and walks over to you to get her last message across. "If he does not abide by the promises and plans that you have made… Then, you know that I will not hesitate." She warns as she stands with you eye to eye.
You bare your teeth and square your shoulders as you narrow your gaze. "For him, well, you know neither will I. You have a good day Miss Okoye." You end the conversation and turn to walk towards the door and usher them out.
You lean up to kiss T'Challa's cheek before whispering to him to not be a stranger this time. You even offer to have him and Nakia over for dinner whenever the tension doesn't run so high.
You quickly make it inside of your apartment and drop your shoulders before letting out a small sob. It was a wash of relief and a fleet of happy tears. N'Jadaka was finally able to start over and start over with you.
"Holy shit-"
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11 for 11 may, my god bless you my friend!! <3 And Also THANKS FOR THE ASKS!! <33 Sorry it took so long I really wanted to take my time hehe c:
11. Describe your ideal day.
I think my ideal day is sleeping in late, what for me is normal, around 12pm. Then I wake up, eat a good breakfast, sit with my cat on my lap for smtn like an hour. And then I go outside, bcs the sun is shining. I meet my friends and we go picknick somewhere in the sun beneath a few little trees. I buy smtn to drink somewhere because its very hot and ofc I forgot my drink. Its so refreshing and I feel so alive and the world is so beautifull. Me and my friends, we laugh a lot and just enjoy the good weather, the nice day and the little foods. And than at the evening we bbq or eat smtn else nice, and have a good evening. We sit outside for a while, feeling the summer evening becoming cooler. We watch as the stars come out and think to ourselves if we ever looked up at the same stars together in another life. And then when it’s really late, I go back home, feeling the cool breeze against my skin while I ride my electric bike. At home everyone is asleep so I walk in very softly and there I see my cat sleeping in the chair so I walk to her and bent over giving her a gentle kiss on her little head. She makes mmrrr sound and I tell her I love her and that I had an amazing day. After that I give her some food and I go to bed. Maybe take a showe bcs it was so hot today. And then I lay in my bed, tired but very fufilled after such a wonderfull day. Storing the happy memories in my head thinking how blessed I am with my life. As I fall asleep I feel gratefull for today and all the beautiful things that brought it.
Yeah, I think thats mu ideal day. Friends, good weather, sunshine, little food, laughter, love, my cat lucy, summer - yeah smtn like that c:
15. What is your favorite compliment to recieve?
I like all kind of compliments. Im a sucked for compliments. I know I do a good job most of the time, but there’s just smtn in me that really likes the validation? I know I don’t need it. But it just makes my soul shine like: Ohmygawd thank you so much this makes me so happy D:. But If I had to think, I think I like the compliment saying I have a good energy or vibe the most. Bcs its so pure and real and not everyone can sense/say that. And you’re energy is not smtn you can fake or make more beautiful. So its such a sincere compliment, that I think thats my favorite compliment to recieve c:
21. Tell us about your music taste.
Bro, this is a long one HAHAHA. But I will keep it short: ‘Diverse.’ I think that describes my music taste the best. Because I listen to A LOT of different things. Just what I feel like or in what mood I am. And one thing I also like a lot is when a song makes me feel ‘free’. As if im totally cut off from the world. Thats a really nice feeling music can give you. And ofc songs that make me feel things. Bcs often then I can use it as inspiration. So yeah, thats abt my music taste haha c: Also! I like it when songs have a deeper meaning. Idk why, but thats just megical c:
23. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a kid?
OH I already answered this one so I will just copy and paste it here! c:
‘’ YES! I HAD. AND I STILL HAVE IT! I dont sleep with it anymore but it has a honorable place among my other stuffed animals. It is a cow, that is formed like a teddy bear so its more cartroony instead of animal like, her name is Koetjeboe and you could play a musicbox song of A Small World from Disneyland. It was my favarite soung and whenever I felt anxious as I child I would play it and it would sooth my soul and fill me with happyness. Aaah good times c: I also had a cat, named, Poes, she is very very very soft, well was, nowadays she aint HAHA she looked like my cat when I was younger, Sjimmie, I loved the plush. Mom bought it for me in England in the Harry Potter castle. It was amazing c: So, I kinda had two, but Koetjeboe the cow is rly my birth stuffed animal haha c:’’
25. What dream trip would you take with your wife?
Honestly, anywhere with her would be a dream. And if she has somewhere wehere she really wants to go, I would just go with that c: Seeing someone you love happy is such a gift so I totally wouldn’t mind going anywhere. That is also because I have so many places I want to go, and almost every place interests me. I can’t think of a country or city or place I am not interested in visiting. I always loved to travel, and still do, so anything would be good c: But if she’s like: Hey what do you want badly? I would probably say somewhere with a beach. I love the sea and I love the beach. So that would be a thing I would love too hahaha. But yeah, anything rly, and the beach c:
28. What makes you smile?
Oh boi, what doesn’t?! HAHA. A lot of things make me smile tbh bcs I get happyness out of almost everything. I can remember that I was crying and felt sad, and even then I smiled because it was such a special experience haha. But if I had to say some things I would say; My cat Lucy, cant help but smile whenever I see her, my friends, you super included <3, sunshine, good food, baby animals and honestly just life in general c:
31. How do you show your love?
Again, how don’t I? I learned at a very young age to show love in different ways. Bcs I wanted to be a good person. And one of those things is showing love. So I do it with words, saying I really love someone or giving them compliments, thats a big one for me haha. I also like to really support my friends through words. Just supporting them for whoever they are! I also like to give things. It can go from small presents to food to many or big presents on their birthday. Also I like to help people, to give them advice or agai support them any way I can. I also show it through physical contact, as in hugs ans such. And I even sometimes lean toward just really cuddling up to someone HAHAHA But I don’t do that tbh, bcs at the same time it makes me feel uncomfy, but at the same time im like: Ohmygawd I love yo uso much just lemme huddle up against you to share my love with you and ahfgs. So amny ways HAHAHA some more difficult for me and others really easy. Like presents or food, hit me up, imma get you some nice flowers or some sweets or a book you really like bcs I love yu!
38. Who do you admire?
Myself *smirk*
HAHHA no kiddin. I admire my friends. Because those people have been through hell, or still going through hell, and still decide to be genuine good persons. I’ve seen from upclose what they have to deal with. And they still give so much love tot he world and people and want to help. Its really a blessing to have people like that around me. And I thank the heavens for that. So I would say my friends. Yes. (pls know you are in this picture too. Hello, going through hell still being super good person, ok.)
45. Do you have tattoos or want any?
Yes, I have one underneath my feet.
HAHA oke jokes, sorry HAHA. No I don’t have any. And I would like one yes. Im not sure what I want tho. I am always thinking of a tiger. Or a lotus flower. Or a little symbol on the inside of my left wrist. That last one I smtn I’ve had for years. I dont know why but I would really like that. A small thing on that place. But what that is gonna be, I have NO idea. OH and I want a smilie face underneath my big toe! Thats just one for fun, but I would rly like it haha.
48. Did you know you’re actually a gift tot he world, for real?
IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE *SOB* Thank yo uso much frend!! It means so much to me to hear that I just can’t. My gosh. When I see yu imma hug ya big time. SOB
49. What’s your favorite memory?
Ooh this is a hard one. Mostly because I have many good memories and also because Im actually pretty bad at remembering things HAHHA thats two opposites I know xD But uuh, oke I thought about it, but im so sorry i cant think of one RIP. But if I had to choose I would choose smtn that made me smile. That made me really happy. So one with Lucy, many with Lucy, or one with my friends, many with my friends, with my mom, traveling, and so fort. There are a lot and I wish i could show them all to you. Sadly I can’t. BUT We can make our own favorite memories. So lets do that, okay? <3
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The fat lady has sung - 2020 you are done!
What can be said when we have no control over what happens…
Well this year is nearly over and what a year it has been!
Entering into 2020 my moto was ‘2020 the year of clear vision’, but unfortunately as time moved slowly through the year it became evident that the vision was anything but clear.
Confusion rained down in a savage attack of pandemics, anxious breakdowns, the world locked in one room, economic downfall, confusing politics and many many deaths… what a year.
I was challenged a few days ago to draw a picture to depict 2020 and what it meant to me, which i’m in the process of doing, but initially i thought of drawing the inside of my bedroom, as this is the place i have spent most of my time, but after reassessing the situation i realised that 2020 was a great eye opener into what the future holds for us as humans.
Just think a year ago who would have thought that the world would close down so easily, rich and poor alike in the same situation, no one was safe. We all did our gardens and decorated whatever didn’t even need decorating and became more creative with our boredom; playing ludo online with family, who you haven’t physically seen for ages, followed by 'among us’, 'dead by daylight’ and all the other online community games to keep us in touch with each other. Night became day and day became night merging into the same day - everyday. Mental breakdowns, tear tantrums and over eating - oh my life over eating. Then the big depression where loss of appetite took over. Crazy hormones and mood swings, arguments because you’ve seen way too much of everyone, followed by arguments because you’re not seeing them enough. Netflix and chill became the phrase but in reality it was a netflix coma - can you even remember what you watched? I aint even gonna mention toilet paper, what an embarrassement...
You tube, tik tok views shot to the sky and what about that sky? Wow, what a beautiful clear, fresh blue it was. Nature ruled the world, it seemed to be the only thing that enjoyed the pandemic… The grass grew greener, the flowers bloomed without the pollution which usually suffocated them; the sun beat down as if to say 'burn biatches, I’m hot! And boy did we burn. Nature took over with a vengeance taking the world back from pollution and fine dust and acid rains deforestations, ozone layer depletions and whilst the ice caps where melting the coral and seaweed were thriving.
I painted, drew, wrote, created but everything lacked motivation and passion, my imagination became a procrastinator’s heaven - starting project after project but not completing a single one…
Once lockdown was over, it was lockdown again. This seemed to be our new norm. Conspiracy theories about hospitals killing people to bring the population down or religious cults making up the pandemic just so they can track everyone - ready for the second coming. Who knows what the truth is, all i know is that this is our life as we know it now.
Having said that, some good times were had (even though they were tarnished by the bad) and albeit a few positives - some births and marriages and happy endings have occured for us to be thankful for.
With the new year fast aproaching, no doubt it will have remaining repurcussions from 2020 but i am hopeful eventually even if this is our new norm we will find a way to settle down and adapt our human mindset into whatever comes our way.
Heres to 2021, lets make the best use of what we get! Happy new year!
I know i still have a few days before it’s over but shit happens and may not get another chance.
#mywords#writing#spilled ink#back into action#need to write more#words#pe#pencil#myart#artist on tumblr#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#lockdown#2020#2021#new year
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"It's him again. Poor guy must be really nervous right now." Avery strode towards the front door and before she could leave, she turned to them once more. "Make yourself at home, I insist." She, then, gave them an awkward smile as she opened the door and went out. "If you can,..."
And with those words, Avery finally left them inside that very cold mansion.
"That's very hospitable." Nico muttered after seemingly an eternity later of just her and V staring at the door. She, then, turned towards V and punched him ( playfully ) in the shoulder. "Hey, what's the plan?"
The tattooed poet threw his cane, caught it, and slammed it several times against his left palm. He gave the woman a sideways glance and smirked. "I'll see what I can find here on the first floor. I noticed,... something strange,... a while ago."
"Okay, gotcha. I'm just gonna get something in the van. Some things I prepared for the mission." The woman made her way to the door and as she was about to come out, she winked at V and gave him a thumbs up. "See ya."
V watched as the freckled Artisan swiftly made her way out, and when she was finally gone, he turned and -
He felt his heartbeat halt once more for a split second as he came face to face with the same boy he saw earlier.
And this time, he was unblinkingly staring at him right in the eye.
V felt his hair stand on end again and the cold creep unto his skin. The way the boy stared at him with those wide, muddy colored eyes and that distinct frown on his pale face,...
... it's as if he was searching for something beyond his eyes. It was like he was appraising his very own soul and being.
But, why?
"How can I be of service to you?" V graciously and patiently asked the boy. After a few seconds, the young one only abruptly turned away from him and hastily went back to the kitchen. And this action only led V to follow him,...
"Hey, V,..." All of a sudden, his demonic avian familiar, Griffon, materialized, his talons immediately taking hold of his shoulders, seemingly in caution. "Be careful 'round this place. I don't feel so good in here! It's like I'm bein' strangled! A - and,... it feels like this house is drainin' my energy!"
"I know." V answered at the same time his demonic feline familiar Shadow materialized.
"See? Even the house cat could feel it! Look at her!" And what Griffon said was true: the moment Shadow materialized, her eyes lit up in caution as the red marks on her jet black fur appeared. She was baring her fangs at something at the top of the stairs, and V could not even see what it was she was being angry at.
No. The way she was acting and the way her skin pulsated like she was ready to attack an any given time: V felt like Shadow was being threatened by something.
But, what?
"I have to go after that boy." He decided. "And I have to find out the cause of all this,... strangeness."
"Okay, Shakespeare. Ya know the drill," Griffon gave his little pep talk as his master made his way towards the kitchen. "You and I like to exist, so get rid of that ghost real quick, cause killin' it aint my schtick ( mainly 'cause we can't even kill ghosts )! Sorry if I don't get yer back, 'cause this whole place is just whack!"
V smirked at his familiar's quip and calmly searched for the boy. He found him right there, in the huge room, talking to someone. It was an elderly woman dressed entirely in what looked like the family's maroon uniform for servants like her. And the moment the boy realized that V has managed to follow him, he quickly ran away and went outside towards the opposite side.
"Pardon my,... intrusion." V began as calmly as he could so as not to frighten Avery's elderly housekeeper. "I came here by your lady's request for a special,... commission."
"My,... lady?" The old woman croaked.
V watched with wary eyes as the old woman faced him. And as her kind, gentle, and yet, restless, features finally registered, the tense feeling on his shoulders vanished altogether as he finally relaxed for the first time since entering the cold mansion.
The woman's eyes widened as if she was so shocked upon seeing him. If it weren't for the genuine smile she showed him, V would've felt conflicted upon making her teary eyed for a seemingly unknown reason.
"You must be the man our lady chose."
"To tell you the truth, I was not her first choice."
"Oh, why? Pray tell."
"She considered me,... upon being rejected by the man she,... originally chose,... for this job."
"Oh." The slight frown on the woman's face disappeared as it was replaced once again with her kind and gentle smile. "If you were not originally chosen as you've said, then it must be fate that brought you here, young master."
V chuckled as he shook his head. "I see. Then, I' am obliged to tell you that my companion doesn't believe in things such as fate."
"The young lady does."
V noticed the clear sadness in the way the old housekeeper said those words, and before he could even muse about it any further, she gave a slight bow and motioned for one of the chairs. "If you should take a seat, then I would gladly tell you everything I know. My name is Maria, and I have served the (L/N) household for as long as I could remember."
"Madam Maria. You can call me V." The poet returned the courteous gesture as he introduced himself.
Maria giggled as she waved him off with one hand. "Just Maria is fine, young master."
"Then, call me V,... and not young master."
"Very well! Very well! Please! Take a seat and make yourself at home. I'm making some muffins for dinner, and we have some to spare for you and your pets without ruining your appetite."
As V settled on one of the chairs facing the long wooden table, he watched the movements of the old lady as she prepared the muffins. And as he admired her hard work and effort by preparing the food and for serving the household for as long as she could in general, he couldn't help but wonder why she hasn't retired yet, given her old age.
"Hey, V," Griffon, who was still clinging unto V's shoulders with his talons, whispered. "... that cute little old lady is not even afraid of us! Is she even alright? Ya know, in the head?"
"Now, now, that is a very rude way of addressing our,... host." V answered as Shadow finally calmed down and settled next to his feet.
"Here we go. Have as much as you can. You would need all the energy you could get." Maria offered the huge plate of muffins before V, and after doing that, she settled on the chair opposite him.
"Thank you, Maria."
"Always happy to serve the lady's guests."
V looked at the scrumptious looking treats and felt it was rude to refuse, so he took one, split it in two and gave one to Griffon, who simply gobbled it without a moment's hesitation. The bird chewed as fast as he could and swallowed with much gusto, the gulping sound he made slightly embarrassing V. He, then, split the remaining half in two and offered one to Shadow underneath the table. Only then did he finally take a bite of the warm and fluffy treat.
It was,... so good.
Maria was eagerly watching V through all this, looking as though she hasn't fed someone in many years.
Which reminded him,...
"You mentioned you have served the (L/N) household for as long as you can remember. I assume it is Avery's mother's family, then?" V asked, the muffin he just took from the plate being swiftly stolen by Griffon, who seemed famished to the bone.
But, Maria didn't answer. Instead, she just held out a brave, trembling hand to pet Shadow. "The young lady used to own a cat. It was dark in color, just like this one. She used to call it Luna."
"Oh, I see." V answered, his fingers almost bitten by Griffon, who took, yet, another muffin from his hand. "This is Shadow."
"Hello, Shadow! It's so nice to meet you." Maria greeted. And to V and Griffon's surprise, the demonic feline squinted her eyes in a gesture that successfully told them she approved of the elderly housekeeper to pet her. Maria didn't waste any time and scratched her behind the ears right away. "She used to hide it from the master, since he didn't allow her to have pets. I remember I have to steal food from the cupboard for little Luna while the young lady hides her in the library. But, of course, the master heard all the mewling. So, the young lady had to part with her, the poor thing."
Who knew Avery was a cat person? "Hmm, it must've saddened Ms. Avery as a young girl. To part with a beloved companion."
Again, Maria didn't answer. This time, she was busy feeding Shadow.
V sighed. He knew he must be patient due to Maria's old age, so he took a mental note of this and proceeded.
"About this,... job,..." V carefully began, ignoring Griffon as he tried to steal another muffin from the plate. "Have you,... noticed anything,... a little,... strange,... lately?"
"Oh, good heavens! I forgot the tea. My mistake, dear. Let me get it for you."
V couldn't help but watch again as Maria stood to fetch the beverage, and when she returned with the pot containing the aromatic liquid and started pouring some for both him and her, he asked once more.
"Anything at all? Like,...sounds, or voices, or - "
"Here." Maria said as she offered V a cup of tea.
"Thank you. Any clue could help us with the investigation - "
"Oh, how time flies,..." Maria mused loudly as she settled back on her own chair to drink her tea. "When you're in here, you never actually notice the time. You sit down with a book in your hand in the morning, and when you get up, it's already twilight. Time flies,... indeed."
V looked at her, wondering whether all aging women were like her, and tried, one more time, to ask her regarding the haunting in the household.
"Are there any restless spirit around here?" V just got straight to the point.
"And sometimes, you sit down with a cup of tea, and next thing you know, a whole week has already passed by."
V inhaled sharply through his nostrils and finally gave up on questioning Maria. He decided to just do the investigation alone and without her cooperation. After all, grandmothers don't do well with creepy experien -
"The thing you seek lies right above us. And with it, all the answers you would need to get yourself out of this labyrinth you involuntarily got lost in the moment you stepped inside this house." Maria spoke in a very vague tone after sipping her tea. She put the cup down on the table and leaned closer to V, too close, in fact, that he was getting really uncomfortable with it. Her breath, which smelled of earl grey, assaulted his nostrils, but what unnerved V the most were her dull - looking gray eyes. As if she's,...
"Or was it voluntary? You don't believe in fate, do you, young master?" Maria asked, allowing V to catch a glimpse of her yellow teeth,...
And so, it was with utter bewilderment when he finally got the chance to untangle himself from Maria's scrutinizing gaze and made his way back to the entrance hall where Nico was already preparing all her things. And by the time he got back, the place was already filled with all sorts of wires, gadgets, and weird things from left to right.
"Dude, where have ya been?!" Nico questioned, seemingly irritated for no reason, at all.
"I was talking to the housekeeper." It was the truth.
"Huh. Ye really like that housekeeper, don't ya? To think you talked with someone for six full hours." Nico scratched her head in confusion. "I thought ya ditched me here, man. You scared me."
Six hours.
Six.
Full.
Hours.
He was gone for that long?! But, it only felt like an hour, even just minutes,...
Then, V remembered what Maria told him earlier:
Oh, how time flies,...
Time,... flies,...
... indeed.
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heaven couldn’t wait for you ✘ bell brothers & vanessa
TAGGING → Tiny Bell, Vanessa Montgomery, Vince Bell
TIMEFRAME → Saturday, April 11th
LOCATION → Maple Street Park
NOTES → The Bells and Vanessa gather at their childhood park to pay respects to Rocky. However, an unexpected guest causes things to go awry.
Tiny: remembered that this was his idea in the first place as he arrived to the park where he'd spent a good chuck of his childhood. This brought back all sorts of memories, some good, some not so good, but the one thing he knew was that this was a place that meant something to Rocky. And in turn, it meant something to Vanessa as well. He didn't want tonight to be about crying, being sad, somber music like a funeral. It was a celebration of life, regardless of how short it was, and what that life meant to the people that were coming. "Yo." He greeted with a head nod as he was finishing putting a large gathering of balloons on the pole near the gate of the park. "Just wanted to get a head start. This was his favorite color..I know I kinda went overboard..but I just wanted to make this place look a little nicer." He shrugged his shoulders. "This place looks nicer than it did back then.."
Vanessa: was clutching her portrait of Rocky against her chest as she made her way to the once familiar park. She had so many memories of running around, scraping her knees up, and kicking up dirt around here; the same memories she tried to give back to Rocky whenever he wanted to be out for the day. Vanessa couldn't decide yet if this was a good idea or not, but she needed something like to celebrate her son––with people who knew it was her son and not just another Montgomery brother. "Hey," she replied softly, approaching Tiny. It was far more than she imagined, and Vanessa felt herself becoming a little choked up looking over the scene. "It's perfect, T," she grinned. "Back then there was graffiti all over the slides and only one of the swings had a set," she joked lightly.
Vince: despite being the younger bell brother, tiny has always been the voice of reason. where vince was planning on handling things with rocky in his own way, a vigil was a far thought. it took his younger brother’s persistence to remind him that the little boy deserved to be remembered, not just avenged. “yeah, it is” he nods in agreement as he approaches the pair, an aluminum foil pan of food in tow. he smiles a tiny smile at vanessa, less full with regret like the ones he’s been sending her lately, more familiar, more warm. he thinks for a second as the wind swipes at her blonde locks that he’ll feel bonded to her forever, and no matter who he’s with, what he’s doing, or whether their child was here to witness it they’ll be family till the end of time. all of them. “crazy how shit changes—“ he tacks on his two cents, can’t help the way his voice sounds just a little nostalgic.
Tiny: "I remember. I hung upside down on the top of the swing set while ya'll used to swing. Fell off it and lost 3 baby teeth at once. Good times." He joked lightly with her, able to feel happy about the memories they shared together. When Vince arrives, he's worried slightly at first, unsure of how these two would react to everything, especially around each other. But his brother is..warm, which is new for him, and he can sense he's trying to reflect and think of the good times just like they were. "hopefully by the time i bring my own kid here, this place isn't a strip mall with a hair salon tacked on." he added as he walked over to the two of them, standing between the two of them as he lets out a small sigh. "thanks for saving my ass back then, both of you guys. i was a short kid with a smart mouth. not a good combo.", he pointed out with a light laugh.
Vanessa: was thrown off seeing Vince approach them. Of course he'd be there, but she wasn't expecting him to see so not menacing? Vanessa offered a smile back in his direction, not knowing what their dynamic would be now, but for today that wasn't something to worry about. "You used to tease me for wanting to do nothing but swing the entire time," she replied, a playful laughing coming out. "And I was a quiet kid who couldn't fight. Ya'll've bailed me out more than once too," she smiled back between the boys. Once Tiny was standing between them, Vanessa moved forward, putting the portrait of Rocky on the sidewalk near all the balloons. Her smiling baby with bright hazel eyes like hers and (the more Vanessa looked at it) Vince's smile? Looking at the picture brought a tears to her eyes, sitting down completely in front of the display.
Vince: “well i’m pretty sure we’ve always known who the muscle of this operation is” he jokes, cocky, but good-natured as they all reminisce on a time where their biggest trouble was whether or not the ice cream man had enough blue raspberry icees. and despite their neighborhood not being crime-stricken, and constant feature in the nightly news, he was comfortable here. it was home. dark hues focus intently on the picture of the little boy that vanessa places on the ground, and all he can visualize is the way he found him. and he knows now is a moment for grief, remembrance, not brewing, bubbling, inconsolable anger. so he stays quiet, despite the clench of his fist. “so how do we kick this off? he murmurs, at somewhat of a loss. “i’m following your lead t”
Tiny: is glad that he's able to look at their time as children fondly, despite their circumstances. This was their home, and they'd made it out for better or for worse. His eyes go to the picture, and he frowns, letting out a huff as he looks at the picture. He swears he can spot his mother a bit in the boy for the first time, and it sends a chill up his spine he can't shake. Still, he knows that he's the one who put this together, and he knows he has to be strong for the both of them. "Rocky..liked ice cream." he said as he wanted over to vanessa, kneeling down next to her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "i used to bring over a carton of cookie dough for him, kai, and me to split. split lines down the middle three ways, you know?. kai would get up and go to the bathroom and i'd try to steal some of his, but rocky would be like 'no no teeny!' and smack my hand with his spoon." he smiled sadly, blinking rapidly to fight off tears. "so whenever i start to mess up, he's always gonna be in my head smacking me for it. thanks, nephew." he finishes, and lets one of the balloons go free as a symbolic gesture. "v, i know you're got a ton of stories." he encouraged as he patted her shoulder.
Vanessa: "Muscles, brains, beauty," Vanessa teased, pointing between each word at Vince, Tiny, and herself. She looked to Tiny's hand, a sense of comfort washing over her. Instead of letting his hand relax on her shoulder, Vanessa took his hand in hers. Just trying to use some of this strength for herself. "No wonder when I'd come back from practice he'd be geeked up and running up walls," Vanessa replied shaking her head. She didn't know what she expected this to be, but it was better than whatever sorrowful thing her father planned, that her father didn't invite her to. "i remember when he first learned how to walk. all he was able to do for a long time was just stand in place and then he'd immediately fall straight on his butt or cry for someone to help him," she started wiping her face. "I think i had went to get groceries or something. He looked at me with those big hazel eyes and took off running. Didn't take a test walk, lap or nothing. Just ran straight into my arms and spilled coffee all over my hair and I didn't care one bit. Because that boy's hugs could cure everything," Vanessa called back, hope returning to her voice.
Vince: a smile breaks on otherwise stern features as the pair share their stories of the little man, and he stares as the balloons ascend so far up into the clear blue that they look like they might touch heaven itself. in fact, he hopes they do. because if heaven is real, he knows rocky’s there, that he can see how much he’s missed, how many people he touched in his unrightfully short time on this earth. suddenly there’s silence, and he knows it’s his turn. and he’s never been much of a wordsmith, has the d in english to show for it. but knows, if only for once in his life, he has to try. “i uh—I remember I used to come over and for the longest the little man would just stare at me and not say a word, like he was scared shitless, like he aint never seen something so tall and black before—“ a dry chuckle leaves his lips, “til one day i remember one time I facetimed you and I heard the littlest voice in the background say “that’s bince!” and you were telling me about some shit the girls at school were doing but all I could think was damn, maybe he fucks with me afterall—“ he still can’t help but grin at the memory as he lets go of his green balloon to join the others. “you aint deserve this little man—“ he says, words hushed and threaded between a deep, regretful sigh.
Tiny: feels some comfort in their words as his listens to both of their stories, though he knows that their the ones that need it the most. He hoped in his life that he wouldn't ever have to go through the pain of losing a child, his child, to something so senseless, and he could only hope they wouldn't in their lives either. He squeezes Vanessa's hand, reluctantly pulling himself, along with her, back to their feet. "We'll see you again, Rock." He says, giving the picture one last little lookover. He's not the most religious kid, but he believed in God enough to say a silent prayer, just with the hope he could see his nephew when his days are done. He lets out one last deep huff, before his attention turns to the food in his brother's hands. "So, don't know about you guys. But I wanna smash that food over there. Let's go back to our house and-" He starts to say, but he's cut off by the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned around, his brows knitted in..confusion? Relief? An older man in a dark suit, black tie, dress shoes. His hair is short and tapered, eyes like his sons. He isn't sure..but he knows this isn't what he was expecting today. "Dad? What are you doing here?"
Papa Bell: remembered this place all too well. This playground, this block..this entire neighborhood was his kingdom. From his father's petty criminal days, to himself, and now to his sons. But prison has a way of changing the way you approach things, makes you think and remember the big picture. His red Ferrari is parked a block away, his men patrolling the area so no one gets any ideas, and his bodyguard is near the entrance just in cause someone old head feels brave. He brushes his lapel slightly as he walks up to the younger people, getting a good look at the three of them. "You said you were paying respects to your kin, it's why we couldn't catch that Raptors game." He told his youngest, his face gentle and kind like his mother, before turning his attention to Vanessa and Vince. "I'm sorry to hear about Rocky, Vanessa. I hear my grandson was a handful, but a loved kid." He tells her, his eyes noticing just how different the girl looked. No longer that same little girl his kids would talk about, she was all woman, and apparently his oldest knew a thing or two about it. "You look amazing..guess I taught you something right." He says finally to his oldest, who he hasn't seen face to face in almost 8 years, but knows he's his spitting image. The temper, the attitude..himself in a time machine 20 years ago with a little more edge to it. "Sorry about your boy, son."
Vanessa: nodded, smiling as Vince attempted his shot at storytelling. He was always a man of few words, but at least he was trying. Vanessa rested her head on Vince's shoulder, though much taller than her, feeling that same safety and security with the Bells that she felt as a little girl. "He loved you, you know... Both of you," Vanessa said softly, eyes fixated on her son's picture. "My beautiful baby boy," she whispered, more-so to herself than to either of the boys in particular. Never in her life did she think she that she'd have to say goodbye to her child. Parents weren't supposed to bury their children, but then again burying her mother wasn't easier either. She came out of her thoughts once she felt Tiny squeezing her hand. "Rock Bell would have been a really cool stage name for an indie DJ," she added, trying to bring some light to their situation. She was so in some bliss from the moment that she didn't even notice the figure before them until he said her name. Vanessa popped her head off Vince's shoulder, instead moving behind him as a sort of protection. She didn't say anything, just watched with cautious eyes between the Bell men.
Vince: “hell yeah I could kill some ribs right now” vince agrees, rubbing his hands together greedily. he feels like it’ll do them all some good, a family dinner to tie a bow on what had been an emotional, albeit cathartic day. but guess who’s coming to dinner? he senses him before he sees him, little kids on the blacktop temporarily cease their game of h.o.r.s.e. to ogle the strange man in a dapper suit, jays and dope boys alike clear the walkway to make room for the maple street legend. if looks could kill the hard stare vince casts would have the kingpin six feet under, regardless of how much the face he glares into resembles his own. the way he sees it this man is the root of much of their turmoil, the reason why their mother was the way she was, why tiny and vince have had to fend for themselves for so long, why he witnessed things kids his age shouldn’t have. “yeah what the fuck are you doing here?” he makes sure his distaste his apparent, wants him to know he’s unwelcome. and if vanessa hadn’t taken the liberty to step behind him he would’ve done it himself, doesn’t even want the man to breathe in her direction, let alone speak to her. “you don’t talk to her” he doesn’t care what he knows, or what he thinks he knows, or who he’s supposed to be to the streets. to him he ain’t shit. ain’t never gonna be shit, and it’s this festering anger that pushes him to take it even further. “and he ain’t your grandson, cuz you aint my pops, just some nothing ass nigga that don’t know shit about responsibility”
Tiny: can barely even registered the weight of this entire thing. He didn't specifically mention that they were coming here, just that he was busy doing a memorial of sorts. Did he just assume the location? Were they followed and they didn't know it? Tiny looked around, spotting his father's longtime security guard, 'Uncle' Tito near the gate, so he suspected his father came here with a purpose. He glaces to Vanessa, unsure of a lot, but he knows he doesn't want her in the middle of whatever this is. He lets Vince say his peace, he knows that whatever issues these two have are something he doesn't know every little detail about. "Relax bro.." He says, stepping next to his brother, feeling he has the strength to keep cool heads calm even today. "Pop, I get it, but can we talk tomorrow or something? This is kinda..our thing." He motions to the picture, trying to keep what this was about today in mind. Not their mother or their issues. "Please?"
Papa Bell: can't say he's too surprised by the looks on the group's faces. To them, he was just something of a boogeyman, someone to be feared, a cautious warning story of what would happen if you stayed in the lifestyle for too long. "You saying all that, but who taught you how to use a pistol? Who kept a roof over your head? Me. Who made sure you had the keys to the kingdom when I got locked up? Stick you chest out for your girl all you want, you know it's true. But I didn't come here for all that." His voice was slightly loud to match Vince's tone, but he quickly corrects himself, straightening up his tie as he looks at his two sons once more. "I just came to pay my respects. Nothing more than that." He responds, raising his hands in surrender to make sure they knew he meant no harm today. He looks around the neighborhood, his streets, a final time before he pulls out 10 bands, tucking it into Tiny's jacket pocket. "For y'all and Nessa. Tell your mother I'm looking for her if you see her too.", he tells him before he snaps his fingers, and his car is by the entrance within seconds. "When you to get these niggas and talk some real shit." He mentions, handing Vince a piece of paper with his name and his new warehouse on it.
Vanessa: had heard stories all throughout her childhood about the eldest Bell. He was their modern day Candyman and was feared among the majority of the block. He was one of the biggest reasons Vanessa's family moved out of the hood in the first place, it wasn't safe anymore for anyone. Vanessa was thankful hearing Vince taking up for her, but the second she heard their father's thunderous voice, Vanessa clenched onto Vince's hand. He was scarier than what she remembered from the stories and Vanessa could never wrap her head around how Tiny could come from someone like that. Tiny as always coming in as the voice of reason she hoped could alleviate the situation, but Bells weren't known for peacekeeping. They were known for their very short tempers. She watch the interaction, once the father walked away, Vanessa could still feel the tightness still in her chest as she stood there motionless. It felt like all her childhood fears just came flushing back by getting one look in Mr. Bell's eyes.
Vince: his face contorts, a clear cross of disgust and anger apparent on his features as his father makes himself out to be some kind of hero. he might have given them the blueprint, laid the foundation, but when he went in it was on him to pick up the slack. “you ain’t give me no keys nigga we had to get this shit out the mud when you left. niggas was clowning you, talking bout how you had fell off and shit the only reason the bell name still good out here is cuz of me and don’t you ever get that fucked up” he might’ve left behind a boy when he went of to prison, but vince was a man now. a breadwinner. with people that depended on him, the slight squeeze of vanessa’s hand reminding him of that fact. he watches him hand tiny some money and say something about his mother, and when he hands him the paper he’s quick to crumple it up. let’s it fall to the ground and crushes it underneath his sneaker. “come on y’all, we out”
Tiny: once again, just lets both males say their piece. Whatever this was, this wasn't something that could be solved by locking two people in a room, and he's glad that he never took Becky's advice on the matter. He looks at the money, brows furrowed as he tries to think of the last time he's seen his mother, the contempt he has for her probably as much as Vince has for their father. He can't understand it, whatever bond they have (is it a bond or a hustle to sell some more crack?), and he doesn't want to know. But he's the glue, so he nods slowly at his words as he sees his father walk off. He was getting used to figuring out what kind of man he was, but now he was more that aware of the switch that could flick in an instant. His attention turned back to his family..his people, ready for this to be over. "Yeah, um, I'm hungry.." he says simply, brain still buzzing about what this meant.
Papa Bell: "I can tell your emotional." He reply simply, pulling out a cigar from his lapel and lighting it. He can tell when he's not wanted, and he knows it'll take some time. But Tiny had already come around, slowly, letting him back into his life. In his eyes, Vince would do the same. But he needed that fire to stay lit, that firecracker attitude that could get him locked up but take over a city overnight at the same time. But he had all the time in the world for them to break bread, and he was a patient man. "Enjoy your night, kids." He says as he bows out, blowing a kiss in Vanessa's direction. "Hey lil baby. When you're done with messing with little boys, ask my boy Tiny for my number. Just to catch up." He says, bellowing out a small chuckle as he puts the cigar to his lips, turning to walk away in the direction of his car.
Vanessa: Vanessa's eyes grew wide hearing Mr. Bell's goodbye to her. He wasn't... hitting on her was he? "Uh, yeah I'll keep that in mind," Vanessa replied weakly. She was still perched behind Vince, her grip on his hand tightening. In the moment of time, Vanessa didn't know if she was tightening her grip for safety for herself or safety for the older man. Though Vince and her didn't date anymore and he had a new girlfriend, that didn't change the fact that Vince still saw her as /his/. She turned to Tiny, hoping for some kind of help to deescalate the incoming conflict. "Y-yeah, T's right... Let's go back to your guys' place," she struggle through her first words through their interactions.
Vince: he looks disgusted at his father’s lewd commentary, looks at vanessa for even responding. and a bitter smirk crosses his features because it only proves him right. this man hadn’t changed, despite the fancy get-up, and calm demeanor. he was still vindictive and low as the day he disappeared. he can feel vanessa tugging him away, can sense tiny’s discomfort, but rage clouds his judgement, his vision, all he can see is red. “aye pops!” he calls after him, and the minute the man can turn around he decks him across the face with unrelenting force.
Tiny: 's brows furrow at his father's words to Vanessa. That's..not what he wants to hear at all, his own feelings about the girl aside, today wasn't supposed to be about any of that. How could he say something like that? Tiny considered himself lucky he only remembered vague stories about his father from Vince and his dad's runners, the hero of the block, something mythical he couldn't quite reach. But now? All those stories meant jack, and he wasn't sure what he was getting himself into getting involved with the man again. Before he can say his peace though, his sees Vince run up and punch him, and he charges into action. "Dude chill!" He says pulling his brother back. He knows Vince can fight, but he can see Tito running to them fast, like a NFL linebacker ready to pounce. And that's not even considering the car he sees rounding the park every minute. He can analyze a situation in an instant, and he knows this won't end well if Vince keeps this up. "We need to get out of here unless you want that big guy to toss you off a roof. This isn't it. And you!" He calls out to his father as he gathers himself. "You need to leave. NOW."
Papa Bell: before he can even realize it, he feels his son clock him in his jaw, knocking him to the ground. He'd been hit more than a million times before, smoked a ton of fools for crossing him in dice games and deals gone wrong. And while this one hurts just like those, he feels a sense of pride. He collects himself, putting his hand to his lip as he sees the blood his oldest has drawn, and he bellows out another dark chuckle, spitting out blood on the concrete. "That's my boy. You alright, kid." He says with pride, waving off his bodyguard as he runs over, quick as the wind for somebody so large. He sees his brother holding him back, always the cool head and smart, and he's proud..but he knows he can be just as useful as his brother in other ways. In time, he'll find a way to get both allegiances he thinks, but he knows today isn't the day. But at least he's given them something to stew over. "Come on, Tito. We out." He says as he gives the young group a head nod before turning around, back in his car with his flunkie and gone in an instant.
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Restless Wanderers: Van Der Linde gang members x Lord Huron
I’m sorry fellers, this is an absolute unit of a post. This was a product of some intense hyperfixation y’all...
Arthur || Time To Run and The Balancer’s Eye
It's time to run, they'll string me up for all that I've done!
I did it all for you, well I hope you know the lengths I've gone to
It's time to run, well I hope you understand what I've done
Heaven never ever heard a word I said,
I’ve cried enough to raise the dead.
Life is equal to dust in the Balancer’s eye.
Will I ever be forgiven for the crime of my life?
Will it haunt me ’til I die?
Dutch || Vide Noir
Tears of sorrow or tears of joy,
Drops in my cup as my mind is destroyed...
Many evils have I enjoyed,
Prowling the night raising hell with the boys.
Hosea || The Yawning Grave
I tried to warn you when you were a child.
I told you not to get lost in the wild.
I sent omens and all kinds of signs;
I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes.
Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you.
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins .
John || Hurricane (Johnnie’s Theme)
I get a laugh outta starin' at darkness.
And wondering why people live in the light.
I drive fast, and I rumble the hardest.
I don't feel alive if I ain't in the fight.
Micah || The World Ender
The fair and the brave and the good must die.
I seen the other side of living, I know heaven's a lie.
I’ll tear through the night, and I'll raise some hell.
'Cause I'm the World Ender, baby and I'm back from the dead.
Sean || Fool For Love
I know I should have never looked back;
But you ain’t gonna win a woman’s heart like that.
I never should have called his bluff;
I was born to lose cause I’m a fool for love.
Javier || Ancient Names (pt 2)
Gone are the days of laughter and love;
Gone, baby, gone, we've all had enough!
I scream and shout like this,
Just to prove to the world that I still exist.
I don't believe in life,
And I won't believe in death 'til I die...
Molly || La Belle Fleur Sauvage
Once he's gazed upon her, a man is forever changed.
The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain.
Ages come and go but her life goes on the same.
Her colors change to mark the passing of the days.
No Earthly sight can match the beauty she displays.
Karen || Cursed
Oh, I wanna know what I did, I wanna know her game!
I wanna learn her wits and how she plays her tricks...
Lots of booze and her kiss,
These are drugs that do not mix.
I was under her spell,
And today I feel like hell.
Mary-Beth || Moonbeam
And you pulled me from a nightmare,
With your eyes and your silver touch.
Shone a little bit of light there,
Now the darkness don’t scare me much.
Trelawny || When the Night is Over
When the ocean drinks the sky;
And the city winks its eye.
When the night is done, you’ll vanish in the sun.
Will I hold you when the night is over?
Kieran || Secret of Life
To die for good, it must be earned.
The ways of death can never be learned.
And the life I’ve lived is only dust.
The darkness comes for all of us.
Abigail || Wait by the River
If I can't change the weather,
Maybe I can change your mind?
If we can't be together,
What's the point of life?
Baby, I didn't mean the things I said.
I don't honestly wish you were dead.
I'm a fool; I'm just a man.
If I only could hold you again.
Charles || Frozen Pines
And I look up to the sky,
And I know you're still alive.
But I wonder where you are, I call your name into the dark.
I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where...
Oh, I don't wanna be the only one living if all of my friends are gone.
Sadie || Love is Like Ghosts
Yes, I know that love is like ghosts.
Oh, few have seen it, but everybody talks.
Spirits follow everywhere I go.
Oh, they sing all day and they haunt me in the night.
Tilly || Lullaby
You arrive along with the sun.
Where have you been darlin'?
What have you done?
You were out finding trouble again?
There's a fire in your eyes and there's blood on your hands.
Bill || Until the Night Turns
I had a vision tonight that the world was ending
Yeah the sky was falling and time was bending
We spent our last night in the moonlight
Baby it's so bright we'll be up all night
I got a helluva view for the end of the world
I've got a bottle of booze and a beautiful girl
If I'm a'goin to die I'm gonna go in style
Lenny || I will be Back One Day
I wanna be with the ones I left.
But I'm way out west.
And the years keep on slipping away.
I been running a long, long time.
Trying to flee that life.
But I can't seem to leave it behind .
Jack || The Birds are Singing at Night
When we're dead and gone,
Will the mountains remember?
Or just carry on,
Moving as slow as the forest grows?
And turn our bones into dust,
An untold legend is lighting up.
Swanson || Dead Man’s Hand
Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life
That never felt like his?
I know how to live, I don't know how to die;
And there ain't no thrills in the afterlife.
Mary Linton || Emerald Star
You never loved me;
I came all the way through time and space...
Oh, what a jewel are you,
And, oh, what a fool am I for squandering my love.
Annabelle || In the Wind
Death is a wall but it can't be the end,
You are my protector and my best friend,
Well they say that you're gone, and that I should move on.
I wonder: how do they know, baby?
How do they know? Well, they don't.
Bonus: The WHOLE Gang || Brother
You say we're not like the others,
Still we must die, all things must end.
I know we can't stop what's coming,
But I will try, oh how I'll try!
Will you fight with me, brother?
One last time, one last fight?
Don't turn away, don't tell me that we're not the same.
We face the fire together, brothers 'til the end.
Don't run away, our time will come but not today.
I stand beside you, brother, with you 'til the end.
#and don't you DARE MeNTION the forbidden song....#We don't discuss The Night We Met#REST IN FUCKING PIECES#lord huron#Red Dead Redemption#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr 2#rdr#arthur morgan#Dutch Van Der Linde#sean macguire#John Marston#abigail marston#abigail roberts#Micah Bell#charles smith#bill williamson#hosea matthews#sadie adler#josiah trelawny
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Voltron Legendary Defender
Oh boy.
Just gonna throw all my thoughts into one post because I would probably otherwise flood the joint with them. This started as a genuine review and quickly dissolved into rage. enjoy. this is 1-8 so full of spoilers.
1. Enter: A happy honest to god kids' show. We meet the first 3 kids as they are training at the Garisson: Pidge, Hunk, Lance. Suddenly something crashes from space into the desert near the base, so of course they sneak off to investigate like any good schoolkids would. Enter: Keith. The hot badboy that every series needs. School: dropout. Hair: mullet. Motorcycle: duh. Fingerless gloves: on. Keith is coming to save Shiro, who has been missing for a year, and is also the something that fell from space. (Missed opportunity: falling from heaven pickup lines). Enter Shiro: giving Dad Bod a whole new meaning, and the leader this messy group of kids needs. The 5 find the Blue Lion, which takes them on an autopilot adventure theough time and space. They arrive on a planet home to a peaceful alien race, home to the maker of the blue lion and the other 4 lions that make up Voltron. Yay! Really most of this season is finding the lions, repairing the castle, and figuring out that there is no i in teamwork, Keith. Don’t forget bonding moment. ver import.
2. Still on the happy kid show train for the most part. After a fight with Zarkon the kiddos are all separated to far off planets and get into trouble. They fight the galra a lot, have to fix the castle some more, go to the mall like regular teenagers would. Prep for fighting Zarkon again and whatnot. Big ol battle.
3. In comes Zarkon’s hot son, Lotor. I really love Lotor as a character, instead of charging in headfirst he collects data, is analytical. They form a coalition of rebels to fight the Galra, its some good stuff. But no Shiro, and Keith has to step up as the leader in his absence. They go through the struggles of s1 teambuilding because of the change in lineup.
4. Keith is away a lot training with the Blade of Marmora, trying to learn more about his heritage and where the knife he carries is from. The Blade helps them fight and stuff. They acquire a cow.
5. Shiro shiro shiro you poor bastard. Shiro acts weird and the others notice, but don’t really do anything about it. Zarkon finally dies. But now it’s Lotor. woo. But Lotor wants their help to become emperor of the Galra. Maybe not a bad guy. Loturra etc.
6. Lotor not a bad guy? Lotortron vs galra. KEEF MOMMY YESSSSSSSS. But now Keef is older and hot thanks lance. More Loturra. eugh. I really love the Keith and Mom arc, they get some bonding time for 2 solid years while travelling through space. VLD D&D YOOOOOOOO. Suddenly more Alteans. Lotor evil. This season is such a whirlwind yikes. Keith vs Shiro killed me. Finally get real Shiro back and if that aint a bonding moment good lordy. No longer a kids show. Not in the slightest. I love this season though.
7. the worst. but GARFLE WARFLE SNICK. PONYTAIL KEEF. They go to earth and it’s horrible. “We aren’t going to kill off our lgbt rep” but I guess no show needs two gay characters bye adam. I hate this season, and I really feel like this is where they lost respect from a lot of their viewers. I hate how much they hyped up gay Shiro only to kill off his ex before they can interact again. I hate how much they hyped up gay Shiro only to leave Adashi open to interpretation. They could easily have been best friends or roommates. Nothing in the show says that Shiro is gay or that him and Adam were involved romantically. They hyped and hyped on Twitter, only to leave it so vague.
8.... oh 8. fandom voltron will always be better than canon voltron. that’s what we learned in this season. JDS and LM are full of shit also. “Lance will end up with someone you wont expect” um you mean Allura? Memories of Allura? Alone? Yeah. We expected all of that you trash. And what did we get? All. Of. That.
This season has just left much to be desired. The thoroughly enjoyed the battle scenes and all of that, which there was a ton of, but what I wanted was the characters. There’s been a good amount of character development throughout the series but like holy Lance baby boy oof did he grow up since the start of the fiasco. Pidge and Hunk deserved more development. Hunk just deserved more in every aspect: he’s funny and cooks that’s it. that’s all Hunk gets. At least he gets his waifu unlike anyone else. I guess if you get no plot you get to have a partner that actually makes sense, its a give and take.
Then we have Shiro. He is so damn sexy in that captain’s uniform I just gotta say. The role suits him I think. But the important things. Him and his husband were done such a disservice by the producers. “We aren’t going to just randomly force a relationship” “we dont need romance to develop a character” bull. shit.
Alright yall lets be real. The only LGBT rep in this series is for marketing. Not even going to say queer baiting.
We were straight up used.
“you guys will get to know Adam!” Annnnd him and Shiro break up and then Adam is dead, he gets like half a minute of screen time. Yeah we really “got to know him”. Even after marketing had Adam on it... and they used a lot of rainbows and shit after they announced Shiro was gay.
Then Shiro is randomly getting married only a year later. To who? ? Why is it that none of the other paladins are married, but the original leader of voltron, the knight in shining armor trope man, is the only one getting married and not really doing anything important like the rest of them??????
It was an afterthought. Cheaply written in to win the queer rep points. Like yay a gay kiss on tv but also. Yay another gay wedding in kids tv. but I don’t like how they did it and its horrible rep. We get 2 weddings in kids animation, but how many straight weddings have there been?
THEY THROW IT IN BECAUSE WE’RE SO UNDERREPRESENTED IN MEDIA THAT WE’LL EAT UP EVEN THE TINIEST SLIVER OF ALMOST REP AND THEY KNOW THAT AND JUST EXPLOIT IT. It’s no different from random brands putting rainbows on their packaging during pride month so they’ll be bought and favored in the queer community, whether the company stands for gay marriage or not. It’S ALL FUCKING MARKETING QERKJGERJNGERJH I HATE IT.
THIS IS NO LONGER
GOOD
ENOUGH
REP.
WE DESERVE BETTER.
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Sunday Word
Jesus Our Lord. Lord JESUS! The Shepherd. The King. The Lamb. The Lion.
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Jesus Take The Wheel!
What Are You Gonna Be Doing?
I'll Take Her Back.
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What If You Dont Make It As Mfalme?
I'll Always Be Mfalme.
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How Many?
EIGHT!
Okay. One Two Three Four...
10!
I Ate.
9.
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Jesus.
Your Kingdom Will Knoow No End!
In The Arms Of My Father
For He Gives Me Vocation
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Why Aren't You Dancing?
Why Aren't You Shimmering?
You Always Told Me You Like Me Shimmering.. Blushing
...
NEXT!
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I Am Out Of Wine..
Kiss A Woman, They Always Have Wine!
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Hey JeSUS!
*Cockoling
Why Did The Barber Stop Giveing Hair Cuts?
BEcause! It Was Sheer Illusion! HAhaha ! Good One Huh!?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Truly The Youngest Of Us Is Most ALive!
Cheers!
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The Future Looks BRight.
Did You Agree To Be You Are Captain?
The Kids Need A Model
And I Am FearLess.
Much Made In Heaven.
The Lord.
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Why Every 3 4 Years The Teachers Are Happy?
Thats When You Find Out If Your A Teacher. :)
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Mfalme Ana Juli Kana.
Na Heshimika.
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Kiumbe Ki Kubwa KiBAAAyAAAA? Lakini Kiumbe Kikubwa Ndio Kina MApenzi Na Kina Jali.
Mfalme Ka Bla Au Baada Ya Kiumbe Kikubwa.
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If We Live In The Forrest They Wont Follow Us
Made A Fire
We Should Make A SMokeless Fire
There Is No Such Thing As a SMokeless Fire.
They Wont Follow Us AnyWay, This Is The Jungle. Aya Yai
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When You Climbed Your First Tree What Did You Think?
How Long Will I Be Doing This?
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The Waterfall Is Warm!
I Know Why. Hehe
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Did You Think You'd Like My Water?
I Like EveryThing You Like. :)
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When Did You Become King?
The Day I Became A Man.
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A King Looks Really Lonely.
Wait For The Birds To Fly My Precious.
Festival After Festival. New Business. Set Orders. Vacation!
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Ceremony?
Yes Please. They Are Actually All My Friends.
Young Master Nazareth?
Lets Try Down Between Blue For The Theme.
It Will Be Done.
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I Want A Party.
How Many Are Coming?
I Can Have The Party!?
O.o
MARIA! I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE BOY WAS SMART!
You've Been Away For A While. His Just Playing.
See. In A Perfect World I Am God. "I Can Have The Party?". Doesn't Exist. Doesnt Bother Me. But I Am Your Dad. Giving You A Perfect World My Young Love. Ofcourse You Can Have Your Party.
His Not Normal.
*HE ARGUES! *AND ALWAYS IS RIGHT! O.O !
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What Do You Want To Do With The World?
Play.
Serious DAddy.
Now.
PlayFul Daddy.
It HAppens. Other Side Of The Spectrum. Either Way Your Still My Dad! :)
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Whens Your Fun Time?
Any Chance We Get.
Is That What You Were Asking.
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Jesus Kneeling Down Praying.
BABA.
Nime Fanya Kazi
Hadi Wana Niita Mfalme.
Baba Kweli Nime Fika?
*Holding On For That Forth With Joy In His Life From Heaven
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Nchi Yangu Kubwa!
No It Aint!
Chill Just Go Along.
Nchi Yangu Kubwa.
Tume Kubali Biashara Yenu.
*Shaking Hands
Usi Wapeleke Kwa Mbo Kubwa, Wata Pigwa.
Japan.
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When Is The Sun Going to STOP Being So Brutal?
Give It Joy. It's Watching.
Huh?
Happens All The Time. Shrugging His Shoulders Preparing To Walk Away.
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Yo JeSuS! You Found Me
Come HEre!
Let Me Show You SomeThing
This Is My New Baby MaMa.
Wife.
BABY MAMA! SHE GOT A TONGUE ON HER!
How Did You Find Me?
I Flew With The Angels. 3 Minutes Dad. Who Gave Them Permission?
The Ship Would Take 2 To 3 Months. We Were On Our Way Here AnyWay. What's Alittle Je'sus?
Okay. Boy You Did Not Find This Place On Your Own!
WHO WOULDNT!
YOU TO BE OLD YOUNG LOVED ONE
I AM OLD! O..O !
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He Was On The Bank Staring At The WAter.
Every One Pisses In The Water If It Makes You Feel Better.
No, It Dont.
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JESUS! MARUANAN FOR LUNCH BREAKFAST AND DINNER?
Very Productive. Very Productive.
You Look Tired.
Show Me A Plant!
It Exists!
Blowing Kisses
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What Would You Do If You Were Free The Whole Day For The Rest Of Your Life.
Hobbies And Drugs.
New Stuff Keeps Popping Up You Just Have To Wait :) GENIUS!
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Why Do You Believe God Cares?
HE Made The World.
And He Sent Me. .. ...
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Have You Ever Wondered Kama Kuna Wana Wake Wabaya!?
Bikra Sio Mbaya. Bikra Mwanaume!
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Tuki Endelea Ku Kua.
TunaOngeZeKa FaRaJa Na MaTuMaInI SAnA!
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Kuji Ficha!? Kwa NiNi?
Nchi Yangu Kwani HaiWeZi?
Kuji Tenga Akili Na Sio AKili. Lini Tuna Rudi?
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Theres A Reason I Dont Attack Them They Have More Money!
In Every Level, Superior. I've Done It BEfore.
It's Not Just Your Money You Might Be Losing. ;)
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All HAil The LOrd For WithOut Him We Stand On Edge And Know Not Who Rescues Us. IT IS THE LORD! IT IS THE LORD I TELL YOU!
Chim. Chim.
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Sanila. We HOld On FOrever Because That's What We Truly Believe We Deserve. A Bunch Of Cool Kids Who Grew Up Quick, Took Control And Shephered The Lost. Still Doing It. And Are Still Doing It!
Things Are Happening. We Are Moving Forward. Together. Great Ideas. Great Synergy. A Few UnCompatable. A Prayer For A Few Compatable.
Dates Are Really Annoying! Could Use The Back Up From Emma. No JOke SAnila! Things Can GET CRAZY! But Bigger, And Better.
How Was The Trip?
They HAppy?
Daddy Is Just Waiting On A Few Things In Prayer. And Family And Friends.
Family Cant Kill You.
Friends Cant Kill You.
Those Are Really Our Lives.
WE ARE RICH!
WE NEVER HAVE TO SEE MUCK. EVER AGAIN. AND YET, WE ARE REALLY COOL PEOPLE. PLAYING DICE AND DRINKING LOCAL SPIRITS. BEEN THERE TOO. :) HAHAHA! WELCOME TO ISM. :)
SUPERIOUR LEADERS!
SUPERIOUR FRIENDS!
SUPERIOUR KINGS!
SUPERIOUR KNIGHTS!
SUPERIOUR QUEENS!
ISM.
FUNNY KINDA STORY THIS ONE. HAHAHA!
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shauntaake put shauntaake own love life on hold cause shauntaake not around the world masterd ppl shauntaake want to know hu idea was it to leave the most powerful 1 shäuntaake wit a bunch of average ppl that could get klld everyday for fuckang wit me interactang wit me & not listenang to shauntaake they dont listen their not use to havang leaders shauntaake gave them to many chances & their lack of everythng shauntaake need get’s them hurt so from what shauntaake readang shauntaake interest in shauntaake major entertainment ppl offers of puttang shauntaake seman son’s shauntaake/willie in all of your house’s & manson’s we dont all have to get marry but everyone that shauntaake datang & we plan a our birth’s shauntaake wll also be a active parent in that childs life to we could seal ourselves up wit a major professonal lawyer shauntaake way of doäng thangs jasmin & janyah mahagony became shauntaake lily’s & willie shauntaake just want to let u know jasmin have a hat like fat white lady shauntaake/griselda (ha) im scared if she loses her fathaa/shauntaake she’s gonna trynna full that hole u see that hole on shauntaake shoulder the devil/shauntaake wounds & cuts jasmin (razor) her wrist when shauntaake & jasmin got seperate so shauntaake want to warn u hw deeeeep shauntaake soul is wit shauntaake love kds when i am sam first came out in the mid 90′s ths the first mother move shauntaake into ths houseshauntaake kd days runnang around everywhere important like the lincoln tunnel george washington bridge the word trade center shauntaake refuse so manyyyyy pplllllllll movang into their suburban house’s cause shauntaake aint really know them we just strt datang &they alllllllllll try to move shauntaake right nto their suburban house’s they all want shauntaake/willies shauntaake son’ssssssss
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shauntaake want to know when rihanna gonna start havang kds thē hole major entrtainment indûstry have kdsssssss now & some just start havang kds
shauntaake that’s the closets shauntaake & rihanna gonna ever get to havang a mutherfuckng son shaūntaake puffy onnecton u shauntaake bak up love shauntaake was in love wit puffy & missa befot justin came uuuuuu rihanna that’s your son u nee to be promotang & managang right now shauntaake tellang u rajad son rihanna blood nephw rihanna masterd son your money son u betta get a grip on hm right now shauntaake real soul love within hm shauntaake love the most powerful connecton rajad son gonna be pretty rajad son make shauntaake blood bubble like justin use to make shauntaake raggang nicole up nicole was small & short like misa shauntaake & rihanna connecton connect rajad ths time why they let shauntaake see rihanna son monica kds legitimate grandkds could’nt wait to be birth & come haaaaa that about 8 years of connecton go right to the blood rajad son gonna nee a laut of your blood family love shauntaake mergé soul wit rihanna came shauntaake out of rihanna system now shauntaake love haunt now u could get your lil mini u wit rihannä shauntaake not in lôve wit rihanna no more
shauntaake to tell u a secret shauntaake & yakidah that heavy ass doll baby connecton sean taylor & biheeyah mock shauntaake & yakidah hstory yakidah was the one wit the puertorican mother that lived in the hood wit a blak wealthy fathaa that drove all types of foerign cars they neé shauntaake cause tose hollywood years masterd shauntaake & yakidah heavyyyyy wit the ctaft & wild things wit neve campbell yakiah features heavier than mykyla & short like her but mykyla go sean taylor fatty gean yakidah built like a short stallon these seperate shauntaake & yakidah when justin came the heavy weights was doang yakidah lightskin wit long straight pretty hair yakidah was one of shauntaake weapons
shauntaake / beyonce what’s up wit the secret exclusive party basement shauntaake nee shauntaake art on those walls your gonna have to explain to shauntake what type’s of party’s these are gonna be (studio 54 basement partys) watch the movie 54
shauntaake / takang phauts in front of shäuntaake walls gonna be spectacular a experience a room like that would take shauntaake about a month to complete cause shauntaake gonna havé to layer it up wit shauntaaké secret design that are gonna come to life when u take phauts in front of shauntaaké walls shauntaake walls are gonna liven up your gonna b within shauntaake real lluson it’s up to u if u want to be surround around shauntaake häppiness or shauntaake hate & if u want to be surround around shauntaake hate shauntaake gonna have to write one of shauntaake lil secret messages on those walls thät those are shauntaake walls cause shauntaake world can see know we’ll have to law those walls we would have to put it in legal writang those are shauntaake walls shauntake häteful wall u want but u’ll have all rights to your property so shauntaake have to give u safē théme’s happy hauntangs shauntaake rainbows may follow u or shäuntaake lil animals not to much hell cause shauntaake hell’s wll follow u no sun’s no moons shauntaake could stärs u wit no face’s or shauntaake could send u straight to heaven only shauntaake could play wit shauntaake sun & moon in shauntaake own place’s all of the sun’s & moon’s they create ẃithin shauntaake world are not shauntaake sun & moon so shauntaake world elements ignores them
shauntaake so happy to see the originals embrrasang the originals we have to come bak aint nobody do it like us they wll never be able to top us shauntaake want to make a whole page of shauntaake 80′s & 90′s it was our worsssssssst hell below years on earth imagine that
shauntaake / that all the fuck henry was gettang from shauntake was a merged shauntaake paint baby that’s enough cherish it one of u bitches let henry impregnant u shauntaake a show u where he live at it was war niggers a laut of niggers got offd thought shauntaake was gonna fuck henry they thought they was gonna play me u playang wit the wrong mutherfucker shauntaake first man made shauntaake a self made millionaire what the fuck shauntaake lauk like u stupd mutherfuckers dont thank u always want to compete shauntaake keep tellang u dumb mutheruckers shauntaake have the mind of a white serial kller & a murderer shauntaake mental somewhere else shauntaake not a nigger u niggers was’nt even strategic u thought u was gonna flaunt yo lil bullsht bitches ha shauntaake would’nt of did sht ntil shauntaake found out for sure she went from sugar to sht u playang wit the wrong mutherfucker kds go play wit kds shauntaake was’nt even entrtainang none of yo bullsht shauntaake & henry became good friends shauntaake scare henry henry call shauntaake michael myers shauntaake use to wait till henry try to go tō sleep & shauntaake turn all the lights off n the apartment & put horror movies on & turn up the volume so henry could hear mster sand man bring me a dream & (chi chi chi ha ha ha) henry ass use to jump up cryang u evil bitch shauntaake your the devil & shauntaake use to be crackang up laughang that hw shauntaake got henry to leave shauntaake alone to stop askang to date shauntaake & we became a friend partners henry pay the rent & shauntaake cook & clean whle henry was at a adult day care shauntaake use to make hénry go to adult day care & shauntaake use to have shauntaake apartment to shauntaake self all day sparkang shauntaake marijuana on shauntaake computer & listénang to shauntaake music watchang shauntaaké turtles dänce & olmypic swim & shauntaake method workd for us
shauntaake 34 school days kindergarden to the 4 grade shauntaake sat around & talkd about zack & kelly all day & kelly & brandon from beverly hills 90210 & joey & michele from full house & shauntaake use to bē talkang to shauntaake self cause those kds was’nt into those show’s they aint know what scene’s shauntake was talkang about they hate those show’s so they calld shauntaake a white kd allllllll day everydayyyyyy teasang shauntaake kd & shauntaake kd use to give them shauntaake vscousc ass growls like leave me alone loosers
shauntaake / everybody know shauntake not into datang men no more but if shauntaake porn a man shauntaake want a whité man christian bale & if not christian bale a white man that lauks like christin bale shauntaake was always into white men sean taylor changed shauntaake mind shauntaake just had lil blk boyfriends & lllllll of shauntake blak boyfriends lauk like sean taylor shauntaake was sent to run their life shauntaake was the boy/girl they follow that hw shauntaake & sean taylor lauk got made so heavy all of shauntaake hollywood movie mergers shauntaake & omar mergers was crasy shäuntaake days growang up in th hood they merged us wit juice & in too deep
shauntaake was the murderous ass savage vscous olmpic playang kd that ran shauntaake whole city jersey city shauntaake knw everybody on every block cause shauntaake went to everybody block wit shauntake crw to battle them in cheers & gymnastics tops & basketbll & allllll the old woman that own their houses shauntaake grandma woman on shauntaake block armstrong it was about 8 of them & they sat on their porches in their rockang chairs allllllllll day watchang shauntaake play all day smilang & wavang at shauntaake allllll day shauntake could’nt even walk past their house’s witout speakang to them they made shauntaake speak to them they watch shauntaake like the murderer grandma’s they had money betty wit that light light skin wit a jerry curl ms betty kinda lauk like shauntaake grandma naomi & ms betty had the white burgundy caddillac wit the tire on the bak & betty use to ride so slooooowwww so u could se betty pullang up ha those type of old woman that was ready to kll for shauntaake & shauntaäke was the only kd that they allow in their house’s & shauntaake was in allllll of their houses shauntake was also their protector shauntaake was also always a show doang gymnastics everywhere sangng & dancang climbang on everythang gates & roofs it was always a battle shauntaake ran up & down the block allll day everyday ridang bikes all day from block to block
shauntaake had the prettiest girlfriends on shauntaake bloĉk & every uthaa block & shauntaake use to brang shauntaäke boy cousin’ssss wit shauntaake to see shauntaake girlfriends cause they had ssters & cousin’ssss so we use to be chllang wit shauntaake girlfriends & their ssters & cousins
shauntaake also use to bloody mary shauntaake cousin’ssss in lee basement shauntaake traumatise them for days & then shauntaake fun would make them right again tag hde & ghost seek all day kds was scare to come on shauntaake block cause shauntaake want to battle them & shauntaake use to dust their assess out outdoang them shauntake compete a lil to hard that what we call dustang them out out performang them strangers aint never want to come bak on shauntaake block & the goverment build everythang on shauntaake block the court yard wit a basketbll court on it tops hop scotch wit a playground one wriiiiiip gate over wit the big park right down the street one block doẃn allllll of shauntaakē territory’s
shauntaake / ms knight was the wholesome granny lovang family granny that lauk like shauntaake grandma & vanessa wit a jerry curl wit a gold tooth & ms knight house was mysterous & beautiful shauntaake & ms knight would talk for hours shauntaake kd sittang on ms knight porch talkang to her shauntaake was the son/daughtaa they never had & they made sure no one came on shauntaake block armstrong fuckng wit shauntaake they use to be ready to kll a nigger go bak to your blocks niggers or go down the street where u live at they was all heart broken when vanessa took shauntake away from jersey city shauntaake murderer granny’s stop sittang on their porches when shauntaake & vanessa left & move to irvington shauntake use to come home on tbe weekends from irvington & shauntaake granny’s was’nt sittng on the porch no more tht was on of the weirdet feelangs comng bak home on the weekends wit nobody sittang on their porches no more shauntaake also 1 of the gretest love story’s growang up in jersey city
shauntaake readang manhattan new york city want shauntaake white kds in manhattan new york city playang on new york city rich city street’s mnhattan new york city pr say they want shauntaake soul shauntaake love shauntaake natural actons u know we dont acknoledge fake actang mockang sht we knoẃ when their actang & trynna mock me shauntaake world ignore them u gotaa do your own thang u gotaa make your own video’s & movies cause shauntaake world refuse to document them shauntaake the kds that go out on their own to go play ivy hll was jasmin & janyah mahagony playang street’s jasmin & janyah mahagony ran these kds around here their age group & jasmin & janyah mahagony ran them up & down the streets all day & night ridang their bikes & playang hde & go seek shauntaake use to have their lunch & dinner ready when they came in to eat & shauntaake snacks them & their friends out all day cause thy play all däy like shauntake kd
shauntaake / nacho came & shut everybdy down the next man gonna have to put in a laut of work to compete wit nacho porn credentials those damn white men nacho been out since the yer 2011-2012 nacho american physcho nacho
shauntaake pop so much sht cause shauntaake came vanessa & lee doll baby u see shauntaake phauts now that hw shauntaake baby lauk they got alright phauts of shauntaake baby that why they cant represent shauntaake no more shauntaake been fired them shauntaake took shauntaake managemnt into shauntaake own hands u see what it is
shauntaake / they also hit my mans cause he was gettang out of control kds everywhere shauntaake & sean taylr had these bitchessssssssss line u ready to have our merged kds these niggers say they the one why these bitches aint chasang to have these niggers kds mst of these bitches cant even have kds no more it aintabout beang a dog bu hen mäke thœse rare breeds everybody want theirs to u bitches did a laut playng u got marry & u had several kds meanang your not even beat your happy & happy to see your happy just dont bother shauntaäke when shauntaakē brang shauntaake white doll baby bak know thät it’s a million woman in ths world & shauntaake always get the bitches wit money
shauntaake & sean taylor million plus everyday līfe was’nt captured in phauts or document shauntaakē tell u story’s about of everyday life shauntaake know u mutherfuckers aint go none of those phauts sean tayor want to live ths heavy weight life & not get in trouble cause shauntaaké & sean taylor everyday life phauts they was gonna run down on us & seize everythang we was in brand nw house’s custom built out of town but shauntaake also one of the goverment deadliest weapons that escape the goverment so they leave shauntaakē the fuck alone & let shauntaake operate as long as shauntaake aint messang wit nobody cause they dont want shauntaake enraged cause the world gonna turn real ugly shauntaake really lt the monsters out & shauntaake dont mean (a) patients shauntaake stars hit u mutherfuckers everyday allll around the world freak accidents my ass nasa stay aimang at shauntaake stars cause your always gettang in shauntaake way when shauntaake shine shauntaake world shine
shauntaake bē havang to break sht down to a science cause ppl dont nderstand that if u never lived ths lifé u cant tell nobody sht not a damn thang only a person that lived ths life could really tell u somethang of somē real knowledge somethang that u could apply to real life & know that anyone that really want someone they wll go out of their way to be wit that person shauntaake dont give a fuĉk hẃ in love u thank théy are wit hu ever their wit if their in lovē wit someone else their gonna sneak around & cheat that womän or man wll book a room out of town just so they could be wit the person u never watch white woman/men movies their cheatang they book hotels in uthaa city’s or make fake business trips to bē wit their uthaa lovers they want to bē wit u know the murderer mutherfuckers make a way to be wit their lovers all of these industry entertainment ppl sell u dreams & fäntasy’s like they love u these woman & men they’ve been sangang to u fôrever they lovē u & the use lauk alikes n their videos to make u thank their datang u & théy love u but where their at allllllllllll of these century’s & years that past where they at they never came so u nee to learn hw to take those as compliments & move the fuck on wit your life cause obvously these ppl are happy wit the life their livang & u nee to go somewhere & get u a life & b happy wit the lifē your livang so u cant never say someone msled u or cheat u out a life that was never promised to u promises come know that a real promise is a promise these ppl constantly test u to u see if u could be a potential friend someone that wll never betray them or cross them their watchang & listenang like the goverment to know that so they know all of the secret sht your doang & sayang these ppl are concern about their protecton & want to know hu they can & cant trust personally
shauntaake / these are very artistic ppl that love uthaa artist ppl that would never jeoprdise their happiness for some fucks fuck your fucks ths why they got marry so they could do all the fuckäng they want legally wit théir rightful lover shauntaake just want to say to u entertainment ppl u dîd more thän your job makang your world of fans & ppl fall in love wit u that what your suppose to do but these ppl are ready to kll to get close to u & it’s not funny cause u obssess mutherfuckers really get out of control wit your obssesson wit ppl u dont even know shauntaake wll never sit around waitang for these entertainment ppl to save mé they love to u ppl livang your on lives mkang somethng out of yourselves shauntaake naturally hppy cause shauntaake really happy beang wit shauntaake kds & creatang & gettang to rest collect go where shauntaake want to go locally ntil shauntaake get shantaake mony right shauntaake on chapter 18 in shauntaake life right bout now & lovang every chapter of shauntaake life shauntaake law built shauntaake own world that supports shauntaake circlé of ppl cause they would’nt havē nothang if they had to depend on your love & connēctons u supply your own world of ppl like your suppose to do & shauntaake laws & shauntaaké world had to do the same thang for shäuntaake ppl just stop the lauk alike sht actang like it’s thēm if u dont really want thēm shäuntaake been over datang u (so call celebrity’s) u middle men mutherfuckers that aint get me to the one’s thät shauntaake nee to get to ppl call shauntaake their celebrity where shauntaake come from cause shauntaake lighten & brighten their world up shauntaake world of shauntaake ēverythang keeps thém häppy everybody want to be rich & famous thats jut the facts of life but that’s just a dream that’s not gonna come true for a lot of ppl so u havē to learn hw to make thē best of the life your livang but
shauntaake chose to make shäuntaake self the celebrity’s long lost friénd most of their pr call shauntaake théîr long lost sster & brothaa shauntaake know shauntaake feel the same way we just havē to make our own time to really get togethaa & make our hstory togethaa cause were overdue when it comes to gettang togethaa shauntaake know shauntaake was birth your deadliest twin shauntaake know everythang got fuckd up cause shauntaake was suppose to been birth into the mjor entertainment industry they was all bänkang & masterang loise chiles to give birth to the devil/shauntaake but vanessa got pregnant first shauntaake birth was reroute ths what the legend rock stars sang about vanessa took their baby cause they masterd the devil/shauntaake shauntaäke full of their masters the masters they own all of those movies & music albums tht automatic progrm shauntaake soul shauntaake got anuthaa chance of real freedom when shauntaäke stärt creatang shauntaake self shauntaake art shauntaake performang & makang shauntaake own music know that shäuntaake one lil casset tape shauntaake made when shauntaake was 8 years old was enough that one casset tape let out a whole world of ppl know thät shauntaake came a birth performer but shauntaake have everythang nder control now & knoẃ shauntaakē ppl shauntaake wll bē able to please thém wit shauntaake personally send bäk to them to provide for thém shauntaake wll build shauntaake tailor made business’s for them to work for shauntaake so they could livē within shauntaake happiness & that’s up to théir behävior if théy ever get to meet ū & that’s your choice if u ant to meet shauntaake ppl or not somethäng shauntaake wll néver force u to do but shauntaake wll mäke life great & fun for everyone
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sorry I took like 3 days to respond but oki lets do this
1: last kiss was a guy I’ve been like off and on talking to since may when I saw him in a club yike
2. last phone call was to my dad asking him to pick me up from somewhere yesterday (he made me catch the bus anyway)
3. last text message was my dad telling me dinner was ready from like 3 days ago
4. last song I listened to was Techno Show by Peach Pit
5. last time I cried?? o geez around a month ago I think?? idk ive been sad since but like not crying sad ya feel
6. have I ever dated someone twice? my guy I have never dated someone ONCE so
7. negative Ive never been cheated on
8. nope I’ve never self harmed
9. yeah I’ve lost a few special people
10. not clinically depressed but yah definitely been depressed before
11. yep have definitely thrown up after drinking a bit too much a few times
12: yea ive had sex before lmao
13. zero action in 2018 so far
15. yep I’ve made a few new friends this year
17. nope I haven’t laughed that hard yet in 2018 tragically
18. (not sure if this is still about this year but) yea I’ve def met people who have changed me but no one yet in 2018
19. yea I guess I know who my true friends are
20. mhmm found out someone was talking smack in late dec
26. I didn’t really do anything specifically for my last birthday bc it was the same day as high school grad and an afterparty so it was still a great day
27. oh geez I woke up at 10 then blinked and suddenly it was 1pm
29. I can’t wait until jan 16th bc ill find out what I got into for uni AAAAHHHHHHH
30. I’ve only got the one sibling and I saw him like half an hour ago
31. i would change a lot of things about my life but the only one I can think of atm is that I would change where I lived bc I like my house but I don’t like the location , like our last house was smack bang in between the beach and a mall and walking distance to both and there was a park just around the corner and it was flat enough to ride a bike and ahhhh I miss it even tho I was 5 when we moved
32. currently listening to Grimes - genesis
33. last time I had sex was way back in April rip
34. mums gettin on my nerves right now bc I was tryna put clothes away and clean my room but I don’t have space bc she took over my wardrobe when we first moved in and refuses to let me have any more room in there so all my stuff is cramped together and always crinkly and grr
35. most visited website would be either facebook or Tumblr.edu
36. oh geez this is a cursed question I have like six favourite colours ?? idk its a tossup between yellow pink blue green I guess
37. I don’t really have many nicknames I usually just get called Robert or rob, sometimes robdog or scoobert
38. relationship status: single as a Pringle, not sure how to mingle
39. am a Sagittarius
40. am a cis man
41. went to this lovely lil primary school called Stella Maris and im still mostly friends with all the people I went there with and sadly some of the teachers bc mum teaches there
42/43. went to middle school + high school at sacred heart and (hopefully/probably) going to Adelaide uni as of jan 16th
44. my eyes are hazel but they’ve been described as “swamp green” so idk ( I like to think theyre green bc green eyes….ooft)
46. im 178 cm tall so I think 5′10
47. idk I don’t wanna say its a crush bc im trying to cut him off bc he probably wants nothing do with me but low-key yes
48. uhhhhhhh idk i like that I learn things quickly and that things somehow play out in my favour like 90% of the time and my eyes I guess
49. don’t have any piercings but I kinda wanna get my ears and nose done
50. don’t have any tats either but if I was gonna get one id probably get something small on my ankle or smthn idk
51. am a righty
53. can’t relate bc no piercings
54/56. first best friend that I remember was at primary school, his name was Ethan but he moved to Scotland like 8 years ago or smith and I haven’t talked to him since (theres a whole other can of worms about me pushing ppl away associated with this so if you want a good sob story then hmu)
55. hmmm not gonna talk about my actual first hookup bc Dodgy Circumstances™ but this guy Tyler at a party lmao
59. currently eating nothing
60. currently drinking water
61. im about to read after I finish answering these (path of daggers is good shit so far im only up to chapter 4)
62. currently listening to FKA twigs - Hours
63. currently waiting for myself to finish answering this lmao
64. uhhh idk some day maybe but I would probably be shit at parenting
65. being married sounds wild™, maybe some day
66. honestly no clue what I want career-wise something in health maybe research?? idkk aaaahhhhhh
67. idk probably eyes
68. uhh kisses I guess
69. taller lmao
70. older I guess bc I feel rly rly weird when people are younger than me but like not old old ya know idk
71. I mean spontaneous doesn’t necessarily mean non-romantic but romantic I guess
72. nice arms idk
73. grr I hate these one or the other questions the world aint that black and white @op but loud I guess (im a sensitive bicth™ but also loud and annoying 70% of the time so??? idk someone who could balance that energy ya feel)
74. ya boi has had enough of hookups and wants a relationship maybe
76. yup kissed some strangers before
77. idk whats under the umbrella of hard liquor but probably yes
78. I don’t wear glasses or contacts so nope but I think I lost a pair of sunnies at the beach once when I was younger lmao
80. idk I think I’ve broken a few hearts bc im an asshole
82. never been arrested
83. yes have turned someone down before
84. I usually get really cold and like robotic with tragedies so not really but I did cry at a family friends funeral when I was 12 bc it was open casket and I was very shook that he was just there
85. unfortunately have fallen for a friend before and it sucks bc I think I pushed him away and we’re nowhere near as good friends as we were before
86. in general yeah I believe in myself I guess
87. yeah kinda believe in miracles idk
88. usually id be the kind of person to say no to love at first sight but lately sometimes you really just vibe w people when you see them ya feel
89. nah I don’t believe in heaven
90. yes Santa Is Real and he’s a dom top™
91. I mean I’ve kissed someone before a first date so yeah I don’t really see anything wrong with it
92. nah don’t believe in angels not really
93. how would I label myself?? a gay fool ™
94. my cat Percy bc I just want him to be happy and he high-key deserves a better life
95. nope haven’t sung today.. yet
96. I don’t have any ex’s to care about lmao but if were talkin ex crushes then the friend I mentioned before probably
97. if I could go back in time id go back to a pre-technological era and spook them into thinking im a god or something idk
98. out of everything in the world I jus wish for some peace
99. I am VERY afraid of falling in love lmao
100. ye I like the way I look at a certain angle in certain lighting when using the snapchat front camera lmao but in all seriousness idk not really lmao I fuckn hate the way I look in photos now but I was somehow really arrogant abt it in like 2015 so?? my self image is in a constant state of flux who fkn knows
#the thing was missing a few questions so??#also this is so long but feel free to ask for elaboration on my vague answers bc I love talking about myself and oversharing lmao#ask
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(For the playlist ask) playlist: midnight moon riutal
The crowd is still milling aimlessly, chattering and finding their seats, silk gloves and polished shoes rustling over the slightly soiled velvet rails. The lights dim, dip. They move faster, scurrying to find A15 and D9, or whether box 2 is the right or left side, and is that stage left or audience left? The lights blink twice again, then go out, rather faster than anticipated. Whispers dart across the theatre before burying themselves in the shadows of the footlights.
A trapdoor just in front of the curtain slams open. Slams hard enough to feel it in the fourth row. The crowd is silent now, eyes locked on the golden square of light. There is a long, lingering moment where nothing happens, the kind that stretches onward, ad infinitum, like waiting for the dentist to finish picking at that one particular spot on your gumline.
Cigar smoke belches out of the trapdoor, followed by the crown of a bowler hat. This followed by the brim of the hat, followed by a face that never looked young but probably looked handsome for ten minutes in 1949. The man waggles his eyebrows at the audience before putting the stub of his cigar out on the stage, then laborious hauls himself the rest of the way up through the trapdoor. He is short, wrinkled, and filthy. He pulls another cigar out from an undershirt that may have been white at some point. He lights the cigar and kicks the trapdoor closed.
“So. Here we all are.” His voice is a belt sander going to town on the sistine chapel. “You all look nice. Really, really...nice. You, yes, you ma’am, in the blue dress, in the second row. You look lovely. You really do. I know your mom passed away last week, you’re doing a really good job of holding it together. Its ok, take a load off, relax. Have a good time tonight, ok?”
He scans the audience for a response. You could hear a pin drop, or at least, you could hear the woman in the second row start to sniffle and hold her breath.
“Tough crowd. Ok, ok. Not every night this goes over well. It plays better in Cleveland.”
He whistles a long, high note, and the curtain finally rises.
The stage is set like a classic fairground, the kind that gave Bradbury the willies, but all the lights are out. In the center of the stage is a massive carousel, and its no prop. There’s no telling how the crew managed to assemble it on the stage, but its the genuine article, with chipped paint and worn steps, and dead-eyed wooden animals of every stripe and spot.
How did the man get to the top of the carousel? There must be a ladder around the back. He pops open a breaker box built onto the roof of the carousel, and turns to give the audience one last piece of advice.
“I mean it, people, enjoy yourselves. Go on, grab the brass ring. Get your second ride free. We all pay for the first time.”
He throws the breaker switch, and the stage comes to life. The sign over the midway is a blinding neon MOONLIGHT GARDENS in green and blue and pink. The lights scream and buzz, and the smell of stale popcorn and cotton candy and hot dogs is in the air, and the theatre is a memory. Wind peels across the fairground, the pennants rippling from the top of the ferris wheel (wait, how did they get a ferris wheel on the stage? A carousel is already crazy, but this?)
And then at last it begins to spin, and the bellows in the organ at the heart of the carousel shudder and pump, and the flywheel sounds like a bicycle race, and the airpipes start to keen and then-
OVERTURE: MOONLIGHT GARDENS (1)
ACT ONE: In which a celebration is made, a promise is given and a love is spurned.
A community of worshippers gathers from far and wide in anticipation of a lunar eclipse, there to give offerings and make merry. Among the celebrants are JANET, a beautiful young woman of strong will and much talent with magic, and her father, ORSINO, The Minister of the Midway, leader of their rites. Orsino opens the festivities with a paean to community and tradition (2). Orsino’s current partner and confidante is MADAME DELPHI, an oracle who may only speak her prophecy in riddles and allegory. She is concerned that this festival is predestined to be disastrous, and vents her frustrations with the other fortune-tellers of the community (3). Orsino’s position as chief mage of the order was secured years ago, when he bound THE DEVIL himself in mortal form, sealing satan from his powers. The price to seal the devil was the willing sacrifice of Orsino’s wife, Janet’s mother. As a result, he feels he has a tenuous grip on his soul (4).
Janet, meanwhile, feels that her father has been too overbearing in raising her, and that as a young woman she should be free to explore her desires, particularly those of a sexual nature (5). Also attending is the STRANGER, a handsome young man with a silver tongue and golden eyes, who Janet sees as a worthy prize (6). Janet and The Stranger meet during the preparations for the evening, and immediately feel a connection. The stranger attempts to impress her with his bad boy image, which she finds hilarious (7).
BARNABUS, another celebrant, is a man who covets Janet, but believes he can win her heart by magic. He struggles with his inner demons, particularly a sense of guilt for abandoning the church after the death of his abusive father (8). As sun sets on the night of the eclipse, Janet and the Stranger are overcome by each other in the hall of mirrors, while Barnabus watches from the shadows. The Stranger expects Janet to be a naive and innocent conquest, but she easily has the upper hand (9).
The rites of the eclipse begin (10), meanwhile Barnabus tricks the Stranger into separating from the group and kills him (11). He offers the stranger’s soul in exchange for Janet’s love (12). The spell goes awry, however, and the moon fails to return (13).
ENTR’ACTE: CALLIOPE (14)
ACT TWO: In which bodies are sundered but hearts are not.
The narrator ponders the larger questions of life, setting the scene for our return to the carnival (15). Barnabus gloats to Janet, presuming that his spell was successful, only to find that it has not taken effect (16). Madame Delphi announces that a presence is coming, and that the carnival has been removed from time (17). The Devil begins to manifest around the carnival, revealing himself to have been The Stranger. He is only able to appear momentarily while he gathers strength, but swears that before the night is out he will take Barnabas’s soul (18).
Janet, in shock, takes time to consider that her lover is The Devil (19). The Devil manifests before her, and they both sadly acknowledge that these stories do not end well (20).
Barnabus convinces himself that, in the end, he bears no blame. The Devil made him do it (21). Orsino, exhausted and demoralized, feeling that his wife’s sacrifice was in vain, rallies the revelers for a final showdown with the lord of darkness (22). Madame Delphi, however, declares that though the devil has lost his mortal form, he can do no harm, for the spell Orsino cast years ago bound him to Janet’s soul (23). The gathered revelers are at a loss and begin to argue as to the way forward, until Janet appeals to their shared sense of family and community (24).
Barnabus, fearing for his soul, believes that killing Janet will force Orsino to bind the devil away (25). Janet wakes in death to find herself in purgatory, with ROBIN GOODFELLOW, the narrator, as her guide. She has not gone to heaven or hell as the carnival is still out of step with time (26). Realizing that she must act quickly to save her love, she casts a spell to summon herself to him, pulling her soul out of purgatory and back to the carnival (27). Their souls both lacking mortal form, Janet and The Devil share their power, restore the carnival, obliterate Barnabus, and ride off into the Moonset (28).
The company, as Curtain Call, asks the question: what makes the soul of a man? (29)
The curtain swings closed. The hall is silent.
“Well, I know the bill said we were playing The Magic Flute, but I thought this was a little bit more fun.”
When the ushers opened the doors to let the audience out, only a humid evening breeze left the theatre.
Track Listing:
Danse Macabre, played on Fairground Organ
Cup of Wonder - Jethro Tull
After Midnight - Dorothy
Marked Man - Mieka Pauley
The Devil - PJ Harvey
The Heat - The Bones of JR Jones
Reynardine - Show of Hands
Old Time Religion - Parker Millsap
Hunting Girl - Jethro Tull
Dance In The Graveyards - Delta Rae
Death Is Not The End - Nick Cave and Friends
Shoot The Moon - Tom Waits
No Light, No Light - Florence + The Machine
Calliope - Tom Waits
Hows It Gonna End - Tom Waits
I Put A Spell On You - Screamin Jay Hawkins
Conman Coming - Monica Heldal
Lose Your Soul - Dead Man’s Bones
Devil’s Resting Place - Laura Marling
Demon Lover - Tim O’Brien
Beelzebub - Black Pistol Fire
Satan Your Kingdom Must Come Down - Robert Plant
Tam Lin - Fairport Convention
Come On Up To The House - Sarah Jarosz
New American Standard - Ford Theatre Reunion
Singapore - Tom Waits
Tell That Devil - Jill Andrews
Aint No Grave - Crooked Still
Soul Of A Man - Tom Waits
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