#which isn't as big if a deal because we still have the yellow at work

[obstinatecondolement]

Lost my second game of yarn chicken in one evening. This is fine.

#it's the stupid fucking thing I am making for work #(and no it's not finished yet get off my fucking back) #I ran out of the cream first when I was 10 sc short of the first row of the border #and the shop is actually out of that shade and I know for a fact it hasn't been reordered #so I had to snip bits off my tails and get to the end one stitch at a fucking time #and now I have run out of the yellow yarn 28 crab stitches shy of the end of the round #which isn't as big if a deal because we still have the yellow at work #but ugh #annoying and not a great cap to a very upsetting day #my manager was like 'What happened to the crochet? Just bring in whatever you have done and finish it at work tomorrow' #just as I was leaving today #so I finished sewing the last seam this evening and got (most of) the horder done #the plan being that I was letting on that I just had to weave in ends #but I guess the new cover is that I ran out of yellow and forgot to book another ball out of stock #but y'know #whatever #this fucking display will probably last longer in this workplace than I will #I want to set it on fucking fire #not least because I have had to have it in my fucking lap for hours this evening #during a fucking heat wave #werq bitch

[aurumacadicus]

The funniest thing, to me, about older women joking-not-joking about 'how does your mother feel about your hair, I could never let my daughter do that' comments is... that's one of the things that my mom regrets. (Not like, 'oh I'm going to think about this for the rest of my life,' but more of a 'damn, that was a dumb decision' passing thought.) She regrets not letting us dye our hair fun colors when we were teenagers.

Listen. I'm a nineties baby. It absolutely could have barred me from getting jobs as I entered the work force at eighteen. She had legitimate concerns in that regard. But she regrets not letting us have fun with it in school where, she says, "there were no consequences to being different." (I mean there were but like..... not for hair color.) So to have these women teeheeing about how they wouldn't allow their kids to dye their hair while they're still in school is absolutely baffling to me.

This is not to say my mom wouldn't have kept her rules, though. My mom went to cosmetology school and worked in salons through her twenties and early thirties. She knows how damaging chemicals can be on our hair. Now, I can dye my hair in the bathroom if I want. But when I first started out, she was very firm:

I had to have my hair dyed by a professional for the first time. This included having a meeting beforehand to discuss what I wanted and the ins and outs of it all, what it would do to my hair, how I'd need to take care of it after, the whole shebang. (She also didn't want one of those bathroom horror scenes where I either ruined her towels/sink/floor or one of those events where the color doesn't turn out right and then we have to pay to have it fixed, which... fair lol.)

I had to pay for it myself. This wasn't a big deal to me either because I also paid for any piercings beyond my lobe piercings and I also paid for my own tattoos. They paid for regular haircuts (and I could get any style I wanted!) and Mom would do highlights for us if she was frosting her own hair. But dyeing my hair was (and still is) a big expense, they had two other kids, and it just wasn't a necessity. (Boy howdy when I tell you I have to save up each time. And my dye jobs are discounted!)

And that's it. Those are my mom's two rules. They're not bad rules, I think. I was still woefully unprepared for the damage the bleach would do to my hair even after the consultation and was glad my stylist could help walk me through post-dye care. I can dye my hair myself now but I still prefer to get it done professionally the first time so that's still a chunk I need to save up for. I think more parents just need to let their kids experiment with rules like this in place. One was an education issue (I want you to know in explicit detail what this is going to do to your hair and the consequences of that) and personal responsibility (you need to save up for what you want).

(Also to be clear how old my mom is: She doesn't feel comfortable dyeing my hair fun colors for me because when she was in school/working, the only "fun" color they had was fire-engine red and blue rinse that was used to reduce the yellowing of gray and white hair. Arguably blue rinse isn't even a fun color lmao.)

#delete later #hair

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 26

Previous chapter | Next chapter

Masterlist

"I just can't believe the VAR saw that as a penalty. What did they want him to do, cut his arm?" Declan says as we walk into his house, throwing his bag on the floor. "And the yellow I got? I barely touched him!"

"But it was very risky and dangerous."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. Not you too."

"Declan, you are the only one who doesn't agree with it."

"Because it wasn't enough for a yellow card!"

"Ok, whatever."

"Yeah, whatever" he says, rolling his eyes.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To bed."

"Already?"

"Yes, already. Is there any problem with that?"

"I thought we were going to have dinner together."

"That was before we were robbed, and my girlfriend basically told me I am a dangerous player."

"What? I haven't said that, Declan."

"Good night, Eleanor" he says, starting to walk up the stairs.

"Good... Urgh!" I groan before leaving and closing the door with the loudest bang I can. 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"What are you doing here? Weren't you going to have dinner with Declan?" Sophie asks.

"I was, but he was in one of his moods. Again" I sigh, sitting down next to her.

"How bad was it this time?"

"Let's just say it wasn't pleasant."

"I'm so sorry, Ellie."

"It's ok, don't worry. But don't tell anything to mum and dad. Especially to mum."

"She knows something is going on, tho. Lately you've been spending more time with us or alone than with Declan."

"I know. But I don't need her giving me the I told you look. Mainly because she isn't right. Declan and I will work things out, this is just a little bump in the road."

"Of course it is" Sophie says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "I've never met anyone more in love than you two."

"Not even Roberta and Mason?" I chuckle.

"Those two are different."

"How?"

"I don't know, they just are. And you and Declan will fix things, I'm sure of it."

"Thank you, Sophie" I say, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Anything for you, big sis" she replies. 

I just hope we both are right, and that we will be able to fix things.

After the successful season Declan had last year, things aren't working out that well anymore. West Ham is in the relegation zone, losing most games due to stupid mistakes. And he hasn't been playing well, which makes things even worse. Most days he arrives back home angry, frustrated, and I'm the one who has to deal with it. Sometimes his family and Mason too. 

During Christmas it looked like things were improving after they won a couple of games, his mood changing completely. But they started losing again, and now, with the Euros around the corner and some friendly games happening in just a few days, he's afraid he may lose his spot with the national team.

"Southgate would only leave you home if you are sick or injured. Even if you aren’t playing at your best right now, you still are better than most out there" I said to him.

"We’ll see" he replied.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"See? What did I tell you?" I say to Declan. "Southgate isn't that stupid!"

"Yeah" he chuckles, smiling for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

"Let's focus on this, ok? On these couple of games and spending time with the lads."

"The lads? Who are you and where is her Royal Highness?" he asks with a teasing smile, another one I had missed. 

"Oh, shut up, Declan Rice" I reply, rolling my eyes but also smiling.

"I'll try to focus on that. And on improving my mood. I know I've behaved like a jerk lately."

"You have, yes."

"I'm sorry, Eleanor."

"It's ok" I say, caressing his cheek.

"Do you want to cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie? I'll let you pick."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. I better take advantage of this, it only happens once in a decade."

"Ha ha ha. You are so funny" he says, rolling his eyes. "I still love you, tho."

"I love you too" I smile.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"There he is, my man of the match!" I say when I meet Declan outside the changing rooms at Wembley.

"Thank you very much, your Royal Highness."

"I'm very proud of you" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I needed this so much" he replies, resting his forehead on mine.

After not playing the first friendly game with England, he had his chance on the second one at home against Portugal, and he showed everyone why he is one if not the best midfielder out there. Bit biased? Maybe.

"I know. And I also know things will only get better and better from now on. This was the push you needed to keep going with West Ham and fight until the end."

"Things will get better."

"They will" I smile.

"I love you, Eleanor" he says, hugging me closer.

"I love you too" I reply before kissing him.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"Declan, your phone is ringing."

"That's your phone, not mine" he says, covering his head with the duvet.

"No, that's... That's yours" I yawn.

"It's yours, Eleanor."

"Urgh" I say, looking for my phone on my bedside table. Someone was actually calling me. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Good morning to you too, David" I yawn again.

"It's almost 1 p.m., Eleanor. Are you still in bed?"

"Yeah... Long night" I smile. With everything that had been going on lately, neither Declan nor I had been in the mood to do anything, but we made up for all the wasted time when we went back to my place after the game. "But you just called me by my name. What happened? What did I do?"

"You? Nothing. But..."

"But?"

"Why is that bloody phone ringing again?" Declan complains.

"That is your phone, I'm using mine."

"He's probably getting calls from his agent and everyone who knows him" David says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, Eleanor..."

"David, please say it. You are starting to scare me."

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath. "You and Declan are on the cover of The Sun. Someone caught you kissing last night at Wembley."

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[adobe-outdesign]

Opinion on that really big fluffy past moth pokemon? (I forgot it’s name but past Volcarona)

We heard from leaks that there was going to be two paradox Volcarona 'mons, which was exciting for me because Volcarona's one of my favorite moths in the series. While Iron Moth was underwhelming, I'm pretty pleased with Slither Wing here as a whole.

First, I just think the idea of a larvae-like form for Volcarona is neat. Some bugs do keep larvae forms as adults, including the female trilobite beetle (known as a larviform female):

While there's nothing inherently prehistoric about this except for appearance, it does work well for a past paradox. It kind of invokes Larvesta but really looks nothing like it apart from still being a caterpillar, giving Slither Wing its own identity.

(Side note: Am I the only one who thinks that "slither" is a particularly weird way to describe a caterpillar's movement? Caterpillars more crawl, slithering is more how you'd describe a snake. But I digress.)

Visually, I like how it plays off of Volcarona's design. It would've been easy to keep everything the same as Volcarona just as a caterpillar this time, but instead they had some fun changing up the elements in the design while keeping them recognizable. For example: the body fur is fluffier, the eyes are now yellow and have "eyeliner", the antennae are forked, the wings are now tipped with yellow and have green diamond accents instead of black ovals, etc.

In all honestly, I think it actually looks better than Volcarona in some respects—and like I said earlier, I like Volcarona a lot. The yellows and greens really make the wings pop and give it some brilliant color, the yellow eyes feel like a more natural color choice than the blue of the original, and the palette is, for the most part, more coherent.

The only things in this design that I think were missteps were that, first off, the ovals on the wings matched the roundness of the body more and overall felt more natural than Slither Wing's diamonds. And secondly, it's hard to see in the above images, but it has a tail:

This is possibly supposed to invoke Larvesta's brown segmented abdomen, and while I'm not sure how much it was needed, I'm not opposed to the idea; it's an interesting feature to put on a bug, and makes it look all the more wild and ancient.

The problem is the colors; making it that awful teal is a terrible choice, as it draws way too much attention to it and it muddies an already busy palette by introducing yet another color. This also makes it feel disconnected from the rest of the body. It would have been considerably better if it was black like its head and legs; it can keep the light green spikes to match the wings, or it can swap them for a yellow or red. Regardless, that's the only real misstep in an otherwise solid design.

Also, not related to the design, but bug/fighting is kind of an odd choice for this one. It can rear up on its hind legs, but I can't really see it doing martial arts moves, you know? I've heard some people say bug/dragon, and while I wasn't sure about that at first, it does fit the more I think about it—it has a reptilian tail, walks on all fours, has wings on its back, and the antennae look like horns. This isn't a huge deal, but I figured it was worth mentioning.

So, overall, this is probably one of my personal favorite paradox Pokemon. I think the concept is very neat and looks appropriately prehistoric, yet it has its own unique design that honestly looks better than Volcarona's in many ways. The only misstep is making the tail a very garish color that isn't used anywhere else in the design—everything else is pretty great.

#slither wing #volcarona #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon reviews

[sage-nebula]

A trend I've noticed cropping up into Pearlina works that has started bugging me a little is the tendency to make Pearl masc/butch while Marina is femme. Which, on the one hand, at least people aren't making Marina butch just because she's Black, which is something a lot of fandoms do to Black women due to racism. But on the other hand, it's still not true at all to Pearl's character and, more to the point, I think it's bugging me because I feel like it's heteronormativity applied to a queer couple.

I mean, these are fictional characters so at the end of the day it's not a big deal. But this is something we (i.e. queer people) face all the time. Like as a lesbian, I've had to have the "well one of you would have to be the man" talk with my father multiple times because although he understands on some level that we're both women, there's a part of him that's like, well, one person still fulfills the Masc Role and one person still fulfills the Femme Role. And it doesn't help that I'm gender nonconforming and always have been (to the point where, even as a child, I would get my older relatives to purchase my clothes from the boys' department because I, an otherwise extremely well-behaved child, would pitch fits if made to wear feminine clothing). So like in his mind I'm the Masc Role, which I mean, true, but that still doesn't make me "the man," I'm still a woman, and a cis woman at that. But this is sort of veering away from the point.

The point is, in a wlw relationship, sure, sometimes one of the women involved is butch and the other is femme. But also, sometimes both women are butches. And sometimes both women are femmes. And being butch or femme isn't always about how you dress anyway. And sometimes people like to change up how they dress depending on the day, and so on and so forth. But I feel like, at least in fandom, sometimes fandoms take queer couples in fiction and they still subconsciously box them into Masc and Femme roles. This happens both with wlw couples and mlm couples. Because we're raised in a very heterocentric society, we'll often subconsciously apply the heteronormative relationship patterns onto these queer couples in our art and fiction without even realizing we're doing it.

And I think it's happening here because Pearl's personality is very rough-and-tumble. Pearl is loud, she's assertive and can be aggressive when she's protecting those she cares about, she's not afraid to fight and get messy, she's reckless and brave and has a stereotypical "masculine" personality. This contrasts with Marina (intentionally), who is sweeter, more gentle, more openly affectionate, more cautious, et cetera, and overall has a more stereotypically "feminine" personality. So people are like, okay, Pearl has the more stereotypical "masculine" personality, so we'll make her the Masc/Butch one, and Marina the Femme one. Which, again, at least they're not going the racist route with Marina. I do appreciate that.

But it's still is a stereotype that doesn't really fit Pearl, and when I look at some of the fanart, it still doesn't square. Of course people can draw what they want, and I have reblogged some of it, and I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad. But I am just saying, Pearl is VERY feminine in her dress and presentation. Yes, Pearl has a brash personality, but actually take a moment to look at her, in both Splatoon 2 and Splatoon 3. Here are hallmarks of Pearl's wardrobe and design:

Traditionally feminine colors in pastel shades: pinks, creams, and yellows/golds

Shiny jewelry, such as rings, necklaces, and most notably jewel encrusted crowns

She wears dresses; her main outfit in Splatoon 2 is a dress, she wears her baggy hoodie in OE like a dress, and she has a gold sparkly dress under Marina's her jacket in Side Order

Pearl is princess themed all over (hence her stage name of MC Princess), and it shows! She's very feminine. She loves being pretty. Yes she has short hair, but it's a cute, feminine bob. Yes, she has a rough-and-tumble personality, but that doesn't have anything to do with how she loves to dress up in girly pastel dresses (or hoodies that she can wear in such a way that they look like dresses) to look pretty. This squid contains multitudes. (And if you're like, "But what if she ruined her pretty dresses?" well, she's filthy rich, so what does she care? She'll just buy a new one lmao.)

And yes, I am aware that when Pearl was in her heavy metal phase before meeting Marina, she did dress in a black punk outfit, complete with pants. She is also wearing a black version of her OE hoodie in my icon, which comes from a Famitsu render. (At least I believe it was a Famitsu render.) But as I mentioned before, people can change their styles every now and again, and at least for the past 5+ in-game years, Pearl has not only been doing hip-hop instead of heavy metal, but has also been dressing a lot more feminine and in much brighter colors. Who knows? Maybe meeting Marina brightened up her outlook, and that inspired her to brighten up her wardrobe :)

And none of this is to say that Marina should be depicted as butch, because she absolutely should not! Marina is ALSO very feminine! Yes, Marina likes to wear pants, but pants aren't automatically masc, and she still wears a lot of feminine tops, pumps, et cetera. Both Pearl and Marina are feminine.

Again, I'm not trying to police what anyone can or can't draw or depict, but it just started to bug me a little in a, "This is the same heteronormative pattern I often see" kind of way, and also a, "This is not true to her character" kind of way as well. Especially as a lesbian woman who, again, is GNC and not feminine at all. Trust, I would love more honest representation of women like me, but Pearl is just not that. She's a sparkly, high-femme, rowdy little princess. And I love her just the way she is.

#idk if i should tag this since it might be seen as causing wank or drama #but i just wanted to get it off my chest yknow

[pepsi-maxwell]

Sunday Six!

in which i post more than six sentences, because cmjf vurt au and i'm currently enthralled by it (and yes i am still working on corset fic and... other fic)

prerequisite knowledge: in this au, vurt feathers are akin to a drug that transports users into a shared dream state. of these, there are five colours, but we only care about 3: pink (porn), black (violence), and yellow (knowledge and risk of real death)

there are also five states of being that can crossbreed and overlap, but i'm only using them for flavour so don't worry about it! the five states are human, dog, robo, vurt, shadow

punk's got a touch of shadow in him. max has a drop of vurt in his blood

dodo is slang for people immune to vurt, who can't partake in the shared dream

snippet below the cut, tagging @pepsipiss and anyone who reads this and wants to play!

-

It looks like something that could have been plucked from a bird of paradise.

It’s a glossy, inky black feather, turning a lurid shade of pink about a third away from the tip, and as Max holds it up to the light, the entire thing glimmers golden, a barely there hint of yellow.

Pink for Pornovurts, black for violence. And yellow...

Yellow for knowledge. A pure yellow feather would mean the risk of true death, not just jerking out of the vurt and back into the real world. Play the game to the end.

The black alone would make it contraband, but this...

This is a highly illegal feather.

“She's pretty, isn't she? Sure I can't tempt you?” Max asks, a hint of challenge in his voice, because he knows Punk will refuse, that yes, the drug-free tattoo across his knuckles includes this drug, too.

Punk blinks at him slowly, cat-like, waits for Max’s smug expression to turn to apprehension.

“Where did you get it,” he asks, wordless and smoky, straight into Maxwell's mind, because he knows Max fucking hates when he does it.

“A gift from a friend,” he says, projecting his thoughts in such a way that Punk sees with clarity, without even intending to; the Dogman at the Vurt-U-Want, touch of golden retriever from the looks of his hair, and the ears. The disappointment on his face when Max had responded to his offer to take the feather with him with complete dismissal.

“And I don’t care if you don’t want to try it,” he adds dismissively, eyeing up the feather and running the pink tip across his pink lips, like he belongs in that pink feather. “You want to play dodo, go ahead. More fun for me.”

Punk fights the urge to roll his eyes. Max gets like this sometimes. Petulant, contrary. Making a big deal out of whatever feather he’s found, trying to taunt Punk with it.

It’s going to be one of those nights.

“And what’s it called,” he replies, still wordless, increasingly tense, shadowsmoke rising over his skin. He's already steeling himself for the usual fight, telling Max to find some place else to take it, bad enough that he'd brought it into Punk’s house in the first place.

“Dog Collar,” Max says, trying his damned hardest to sound unaffected by Punk projecting his words into his head.

Punk stiffens in his seat. Sits up straighter, the smoke dissipating around him as Max continues talking. “It’s a vintage feather. And no, it’s not like Bitch In Heat, or Pack Flight, or whatever dogvurt bullshit you're thinking of.”

He isn’t, in fact, thinking of any dogman vurts, but that’s only because—

Max looks at him. Looks at the feather, then back at him, and his thoughts must show on his face, because Max pulls a face of his own. “Seriously?" He asks. “You? You’ve done this feather? Mr Straight-Edge?”

Even the words are enough to trigger the memory. Of twenty years back, running with the Gathering.

With Raven.

#sunday six #cmjf #cmjf vurt au #godiva writes

[lunapwrites]

Been a minute since I've done a reading, and they were calling to me this morning and also I'm just having a very shitty morning so let's fuckin go.

First, gonna open up with the rune we're studying today, which is sowilo.

This is the sun: guidance, goal setting, mastery, and success. It is a rune of clarity and healing. I feel like this gives an overall more auspicious tone to the tarot spread for today, which is... good.

The key takeaway with this bad boy is "you are on the struggle bus. The tribulation train. The purgatory pontoon. But keep moving, for the love of god, because I promise it'll be worth it."

I'm going to drop the longer interpretation under a break so I'm not forcing everyone to read it, so you're welcome lol.

Also, you'll note I'm going to use "we" here, because this ain't just about me today folks.

Starting off with our "hey, it you" card, Knight of Swords is ambition, action, motivation. The hustle game is strong in this house right now.

Nine of Swords is just here to remind me that the reason we're hustling is because the alternative is giving into the cloud of anxiety and despair hovering over us every day (which doesn't go away, but it's at least a little easier to move through if we just don't stop and think about it, literally DO NOT STOP.)

The Magician is manifestation and resourcefulness. Bringing ideas and dreams into fruition, which goes hand in hand with our friendly Knight. Hustle. But likewise it's a source of some of that surrounding anxiety. We're doing great over here folks!

Three of Wands is the card of enterprise and opportunity. We saw a chance and we took it, and that's led us to where we are now. Likewise, there's an element of foresight and planning involved here. None of what's happening now happened on a whim. Or... you know, at least our whims lol.

Normally I tend to read this position as "goals," but in this exact context it's reading more as a "why." There's been a lot of reveals recently, a lot of red and yellow flags, and that's got us moving forward very carefully -- but still moving forward.

Eight of Pentacles brings us right back to the hustle, but more specifically indicates skill mastery and general "improvement." We are really rolling our sleeves up and trying to make life more bearable for ourselves.

The next two cards are tied together very closely, so I'm going to discuss them together in like... The vaguest possible terms lol. These positions loop back around once more to our Knight, and speak more on our internal and external influences. The Eight of Swords indicates that we feel trapped, in one sense or another. Probably several. We can see the exit, and we can technically leave at any time, but we've reasoned we have no choice but to stay -- at least for now. The Seven of Swords indicates a betrayal, but (and especially with the Knight in context) it also indicates strategy. We are not sitting idly in hell. We are planning, and we are making moves, and we WILL land on our feet. We are putting ourselves first.

Knight of Pentacles in the hopes and fears position is, on its face, underwhelming: like, woo, you're going to be working hard and persevering, and making slow but steady progress. But within the context of the reading as a whole, it makes more sense why such a small aspiration seems so huge.

Finally the Ten of Pentacles. Man, all I can really say about this one is just that I wanted to cry when I saw it. It's THE goal. Long term success, foundations, sustainable future. Security. Home. Like I cannot stress enough how big a deal this is, what a bright light at the end of a dark ass tunnel that for once -- for once!! -- isn't an oncoming train.

None of this is telling me anything I didn't already know: the last few months have been really rough, and we're in for a few more. And things could still change between now and then. But at least as things currently are, there's an end in sight and it's going to be scary but it won't be a disaster

In theory, anyway.

But yeah this is once again my runes and cards being frighteningly on point and also in tune with each other and I think my method of "pick the one you feel in your gut" is really working out for me lol.

#lp tarot #lp runes #sowilo #s...swords #so many swords #swords and pentacles in this bitch #we are having A Time. #but it's going to get better #it has to.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good and successful day. I am proud of myself. Like it wasn't perfect but it was good.

I think I'm struggling a little because I haven't been working and it wasn't planned. So my days have been very focused on the wedding. Which is a blessing and a curse. But I accomplished a lot today and that made me feel good.

I woke up and washed up and got right into my plan to do a run through for the wedding makeup and hair.

I dampened my hair and attempted to dry the top. This is still very tricky for me but it went alright. The hairspray does not get crunchy when my hair is dry so that's good.

Makeup was a little tougher. I messed up my eyeliner twice. I had a ton of fall out. I felt like I made myself look old. But once I cleaned it up a little bit felt like. It was alright.

I put on my dress and veil and shoes and jewelry. I tried very hard not to look in the mirror until everything was done. And then when I got to see it was like. A huge sigh and "I look so pretty". It felt really good to feel that way.

The makeup looked really good in the pictures I took so I think that's fine. Though I may drop the lower liner because it gets messy with my eye psoriasis (which thankfully has been doing better but isn't completely gone). But I felt so good.

I didn't want to mess anything up though so I got changed. The whole deal took me about an hour and a half. Which includes when I messed up and had to start over so I feel like that's good. Gives me wiggle room.

I put everything away. And got dressed. I washed my face but the lower liner stained my eyes and made me look exhausted. But whatever.

I headed out into the world. I took a drive to the savers because I thought it would be fun but it ended up making me kind of stressed and almost everything I picked up was expensive. Like I found a quarter yard of fabric for $8 and a torn dress for $15. I did have a coupon and found some awesome stuff. Like this little house shelf. My favorite. And an excellent bandana and a waist belt. And a grey sweater with black pearls on it. James is wearing that right now. I'm glad they are enjoying how cozy it is.

I left there and went to have lunch at five guys. Which was good. I enjoyed a video and my food. And then it was time to go home.

I got back here and got to work on my bears. I got all their eyes glued and finished the second black bear and started the yellow one. And I just focused on that. James would help me finish them later.

I got a stool while I was out and spent a while taking off the covering and reupholstering it. Which I'm really proud of and while I don't have a staple gun I do have nails and a hot glue gun. But I think it looks great. And it will be great for the wedding.

I would just work on my knitting until James told me it was time to come get them. They got a flat tire again. And so I left here. And there was so much traffic. But I got there only 5 minutes late.

Our main manager Beth was there, as well as one of my managers Mike. They had gathered a little gift for me and James which was so kind. Beth gave me a big hug and I waved at Angie from the parking lot. Me and James switched sides so they could drive. And we headed home.

We got back here and after James sent some emails we jumped right into fixing the bears. I finished the yellow one and we got them all completed. James has been so helpful with these. Stuffing them and doing the finishing stitches. I love them so much for that.

We had a little dinner. Hung out with Sweetp. And then we both just chilled and did our own thing for a bit.

I laid in bed with Sweetp and watched videos. James edited their podcast. A breeze started. Things are nice.

I took a shower. Somehow the attachment for the head cracked and it is not sitting directly forward and when I turned it on it twisted and shot me in the face!!! Rude.

But I got a shower and now we are in bed. James is reading the education packet for the cannery because I'm going to teach them tomorrow for our wedding party next week. I'm excited. And the museum is not going to charge us anything so that's really nice of them.

And that's where we will be tomorrow. I am running the market. And it's a busy day. With a bat box making program and a kids fair. I hope it's a lot of fun.

Sleep good everyone. Take care of yourself!! Goodnight!!

[vethsoddities]

A Start Of A New Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 3:The farm

Summary: Jotaro is slowly starting to investigate the prison starting off with the farm or hopefully the tractor is he saw on the disc to find his daughters disc with the help of Ermes and the little kid he met, but that’s not the only thing he hast to deal with while trying to find the Disc he hast to figure out who took the disc and what kind of enemy he has to fight here on this farm to get the disc back

Notes: This took me forever bur I got it done if you have any ideas or anything you’d like to see let me know and I’ll most likely will do it if it fits what I have in mind for this story :) thank you for reading have a good day / night or whatever time it is in your timeszone :D

Note I edited this chapter to more so fit the story I wanted to happen lore wise and so it also slightly fits what happens to Jotaro in the canon now

Ao3 link

The previous night two prison inmates were killed last night on a farm near the prison at least that’s what the kid told him, Leading Jotaro is now sneaking around the farm with the girl who volunteered including Ermes who wanted to help look for Jolyne’s discs with him.

Jotaro grimaced at the guard's behavior thinking of Jolyne having to put up with their horrendous mannerisms of dealing with the prisoners of course he knows some of them to deserve it big time seeing as they all most likely did something so horrendous to get them in this jail possibly Jolyne if she was young framed which he knew so but not other people because of the whole thing with Johngalli A framing his daughter.

Jotaro waits a good while for the guards and the prisoners to get ahead of him so he can investigate the farm and later on the prison itself somehow when he sees the guards and prisoners are more ahead of him.

they continue to move, Jotaro trailing behind them. He notices something once they reach the farmhouse, the guard is missing and the prisoners start to panic. Jotaro took the prisoner's panic as an opportunity to assess the situation of what was happening to try and get Ermes’s attention.

Jotaro hoped that his signaling her via the walkie-talkies Emporio gave them the first time they talked would work so he could talk to the shorter woman while still keeping to the shadows. When he saw Ermes standing alone he radio’s over to her “Ermes come in Ermes”

Ermes heard the walkie-talkie go off “Oh shit” she muttered hearing the walkie-talkie go off and she answers “Yeah what’s up Mr.Kujo” to which Jotaro replied with “Ermes I need you to tell me what is going on over there I can only see a little bit from how far behind I am from you and the other prisoners”

Ermes listens to Jotaro talking and then she said “Well we were about to check the farmhouse when the asshole guard starter to make us go in the water that is probably full of alligators and then he just disappears after a few seconds of us running to catch up with him-” Ermes cuts her self off with an “OH SHIT!” And her end of the walkie-talkie got static.

“Ermes! Come in Ermes repeat come in Ermes! Shit!” Jotaro says as he starts to race to the area Ermes was. Ermes then notices Plankton, but they don't look like your average plankton as they have teeth. The plankton soon starts to form a humanoid figure that quickly attacks her, but Hermes places a sticker on its head and rips it out of the duplicate head causing The plankton to stop its attack and have Hermes rushing to land. Jotaro isn't too far behind as he seems to be getting closer.

Hermes then notices more than five people, and that the extra person is the stand user. And suspects it's the one wearing yellow due to the bloodied nose, but then she quickly responds that it ain't her, but it was because the other inmate punched her in the face. But as Jotaro makes it to where they are and as Hermes is about to punch both of them, the other inmate stops her and they all start to speak in unison, their bodies melting. They then reveal that they don't have a user and that they, F.F(Foo fighters) were created by White Snake, and create a clone of itself to protect the disk in the farmhouse while the other is fighting Hermes.

Jotaro then stops and quickly realizes what is happening. Hermes starts punching F.F. as it tries to lure her to the water. But that plan fails as she uses one of the duplicate arms that she placed on F.F. earlier and made it come out of the water where she then places dirt on it, and the duplicate F.F dies. Meanwhile, Jotaro was able to use Star Platinum to punch F.F., but they still went on to their intended position. As Jotaro asks who is White Snake's user, F.F. responds they don't know much. So they begin to fight.

The water hose then explode, then he stopped time. As he moves to F.F. he punches them kicking them from their intended plan and time resumes again with F.F. flying out of the farmhouse and more importantly water.

Jotaro took the opportunity to search the tire that was full of the discs while FF was flown out of the farmhouse for his daughter’s discs hopefully both of them. While he is doing that Ermes is investigating F.F, As Jotaro is searching for the disc he pauses and looks at Ermes threatening F.F. If they don’t comply which they don’t seem to take threats lightly Ermes starts to hit it and he gets up quickly pausing his search for now for the disc to intervene with Ermes hitting F.F.

When he gets there he grabs Ermes arm and says “Ermes that’s enough give it a moment to respond and if it doesn’t you can hit it a few times if it’s not useful to me finding Jolyne disc then you can do whatever you demean necessary for it.” And he lets go of Ermes arm and then asks it’s a question himself “What all discs do you have in the farmhouse back there.”

F.F look at Jotaro and says “Only the disc that Pale Snake(White snake) deems, unworthy of what he had planned” With that response, Jotaro’s eyes shift to glare, and then asks “What is his plan Foo Fighters” Jotaro calls them Foo Fighters seems to upset it “That’s not my name! call me F.F. And I don’t know his plans”

“That’s bull shit!” Ermes yells as F.F’e face seems to be frightened as its body is slowly fading from the lack of water “I promise you I don’t know his plans if you give me water I promise you I will help you with your search for your Daughters Discs Mr.Jotaro!” It begs the older and taller man.

He feels a sense of pity for it and he chooses to give it some water(don’t ask how he just does) “Deal if you dare to cross us I will not hesitate to kill you” With that Jotaro turns on his heels and walks back to the Farmhouse to hopefully his daughter's disc.

As Jotaro turns in his heels F.F. Disappears to find a human body possibly that one girl's body aka the one who exploded earlier. Ermes followed Jotaro back to the farmhouse and they both start to search for Jolyne’s disc.

After a while eventually, they found her memory Disc but no stand disc which was slightly frustrating but at the same time it made him feel hopeful and relieved that he at least found one of the two discs of his daughter and he smirked a little.

#jojo part 6 #jjba jotaro #jjba #jotaro kujo #ermes costello #foo fighters #jojo ff #jojo bizarre adventure #jolyne loses her discs #jolyne loses her discs au #vethsoddities

[botanyshitposts]

Please. I have a pot of aloe vera plant that I'm almost giddy to eat. But then I found out that there's a variant aloe vera that are not edible. Google doesn't help. One website says one thing and a website says another. A houseplant subReddit was against advocating what plants are edible and what isn't. But I've been following you for almost a year, so I know you'd know. I'm sure you're busy, but if you please help me with this.

oh my god, i can’t believe i can actually somewhat answer this question but i did a paper on aloe vera production for an economic botany class a couple years ago (i ported it to my google drive for this blog if you want to read the entire thing here) and although i know less about eating it, i might have info on what you’re talking about. i don’t think they mean like, some forms of aloe vera are toxic and some aren’t, but there probably are some species that have more toxic substances in them than others, which i know less about. the most popular aloe vera species to be used for this stuff and for industrial use is Aloe barbadensis, if that helps at all.

note here: listen. im all for using plant stuff. but plants are excellent chemists and can be unpredictable, so whatever you do from here is up to you. i’m not gonna give instructions or advice about how to eat aloe vera, partially because ive never actually eaten any and i imagine it to be kinda slimy and weird, but also bc that shit is wild in general.

quick big brained aloe vera anatomy lesson. there are three parts of the aloe vera leaf: there’s the rind, which is the outer green part; there’s the thin toxic layer; and there’s the gel that gets used for a ton of stuff both industrially and in peoples’ homes. the gel in its intact form is called a fillet (epic) and most processing in industrial applications revolves around removing the toxic layer from the rest of the gel as much as possible while still keeping it sterile. given that aloe vera is one of the most widely known and used medicinal herbs out there and industrial uses inevitably leave small to trace amounts in products that go to store shelves, i’m guessing the toxic layer is only a super big deal if you’re eating it, although i wouldn’t like, go out of my way to rub it (the toxic layer) on any open wounds or anything, lmao.

the toxic layer is wrapped around the fillet, and it’s made of a substance called aloin. it’s a yellow color. aloe vera gels on store shelves often aren’t completely purified from it for reasons related to lack of regulation that i’ll touch on here in a moment. it’s not toxic in that like, it’ll kill you instantly, but to give an idea here its utilized by the pharmaceutical industry for OTC laxatives. if you live in the US you almost certainly have never encountered aloe vera/aloin based OTC laxatives, and that’s because the FDA barred the use of aloin for laxatives in the US back in 2002, following some research suggesting it’s mildly carcinogenic and not something you want someone to be swallowing every day. so, you know, i’d be a bit weary of it even aside from the laxative effects (eating aloe vera isn’t unheard of, although i only know of it in the context of aloe vera juice, which is a highly distilled and sterilized version of the gel).

so...i suspect that’s what they’re referring to. from what ive read, aloe vera gel minus the aloin layer that surrounds it is pretty safe (and continues to get casually used a lot all over), but i only know that for sure re: A. barbadensis. there are around 300 aloe species in the genus. i’d be sure that’s what you have, if you can find an ID guide or something.

as for regulations, this is a case where....it actually isn’t the FDA ignoring it as a problem or whatnot. the problem with aloe vera is that although it’s incredibly widely used, we don’t exactly know what causes the effects that it has. the gel itself is a highly complex substance with hundreds of moving parts that could be interacting with one another, so it’s hard to pin down even like, a handful of active agents; without knowing what makes the gel work, the FDA can’t test its effectiveness and report on it, or register it as an official drug of any sort with official prescribable properties despite it being known to be effective on burns and wounds. as a result, it’s technically still treated as a homeopathic remedy (the gel, not the drink, which i suspect falls under different rules) that isnt subject to the same FDA regulations as other stuff aside from like, ‘dont have mold or weird stuff in there with it’.

so the name of the game in making commercial aloe vera gel is removing as much aloin as possible while keeping it as sterile as possible (harder because it oxidates quickly once exposed to air, and heating it breaks down the structure of the gel and makes it less effective), but there’s no like, set amount of what can and can’t be in there aside from guidelines set by the industry. the absolute purest you can get is the kind used in cosmetics that comes in a powder, which takes a additional processing to make. fascinating stuff lmao

#Anonymous #aloe vera production is wack i love it so much #the paper i linked is specifically talking about production btw not uses or anything #asks #aloe vera #plont asks

[jungshookz]

miss cee pd i have a request!!!! how about e2l tae x y/n but they're in law school and they're always arguing and debating inside and outside of the classroom and tae being a little shit is like "you wanna kiss me so bad" and they both don't realise that there's mistletoe above them which jimin put because he was tired of watching them constantly argue and wanted to fiZzle the tension hehe and then they KITH,, i hope this isn't too long aha

➺ pairing; kim taehyung x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! enemies to lovers!! everyone’s in law school!! mostly y/n and taehyung bickering with each other and wanting to jump each other’s bones at the same time

➺ wordcount; 4.3k

➺ what to expect; “don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.”

                                     »»————-　❄　————-««

“-now, the particular case study that was assigned to our group involves a civil action for medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter, which means that there are seven elements that we need to hit when we’re acting out our simulation next class,” you explain, flipping to the next page of your notebook with a flick of your wrist, “firstly, the client - jimin - must be interviewed so that we may determine the facts that surround the claim/prosecution. secondly, we need to draft witness statements - from hoseok and namjoon - and assess the legal efficacy of said statements. thirdly, we must assess the propriety of police interrogation from officer jungkook of the defend-”

you pause when a crumpled piece of paper lands by your left foot and you clear your throat quietly before stepping over it and continuing to pace back and forth at the front of the classroom

your eyes skim over your scribbled words as you try to relocate your place

…

ah!

here we are

“-ant, seokjin, through all transcripts along with the custody record. fourthly, we move on to assessing the reports that have been produced by the forensic experts-”

another balled-up piece of paper hits your foot and your head immediately snaps upwards from your book before you twist around to face the room

“would you cut that out, please?” you snap, already feeling your blood pressure starting to rise from a single glance at taehyung’s smug face

“what? i didn’t know how else to get your attention!” he hums, his arm dangling in the air with a floppy wrist, “my arm’s been up for the past three minutes, and you would’ve known that if you didn’t have your nose buried deep in your book.”

the reminder that you wouldn’t last a day in prison keeps you from lunging forward to wrap your hands around taehyung’s neck and you press your lips together to stop yourself from saying anything too crass

the last thing you need is for some professor to walk past the classroom while you’re cussing up a storm

your self-control has really been put to the test ever since you met taehyung

after all this time, you still don’t know what the guy’s deal is

he’s been a pain in your ass since day one

and for what??

for WHAT?!

at first you just thought that being a complete prick was just his weird version of being charismatic, but then you realised that he wasn’t being charming at all and he was really, truly, genuinely being a straight-up asshole

and, for the record, you’ve tried several times in the past to try to make things better but nothing’s worked

you said that he looked nice in his suit = he told you to stop looking at him like a piece of meat

you asked him how he did on the midterm exam = he told you that it was his right to keep that piece of information private and that you were being a snake by even asking about it

you said happy birthday to him = he said, and you quote, “yeah. it was until you got here.”

the point is, you’ve waved many white flags of surrender and extended many, many olive branches to no avail

at this point you’re pretty sure taehyung just gets off on being a jerk to you

and it’s not fair because it’s literally just you that he picks on constantly

at first you thought that maybe he was just threatened by your presence because you made it pretty clear from day one that you weren’t here to play around

powerful women are intimidating!

you totally get it.

…but then you overheard him offering rosé some studying tips and you even saw him help wendy carry her books for her and everyone knows that rosé and wendy are two of the smartest girls in the class, so why wasn’t he threatened by them?

...

the point is, he doesn’t treat anyone else in the class like this except for you and you can’t seem to figure out why!

what makes it even more frustrating is the fact that his stupid face is very nice to look at, so whenever he’s being mean to you, your dumb girl hormones drown out the sound of his rich, honey-like voice and place floating pink hearts around his head instead

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t paying attention to you, mr. kim.” you force out before gesturing to the notebook cradled in the crook of your arm, “see, all my notes are in here and i’m just trying to make sure that i don’t miss out on any details,” you point out, “and… i thought i said to save your questions for the end, did i not?”

“did you? i guess i wasn’t listening. sorry, sweetheart.” taehyung chirps, folding his arms and leaning forward on his desk, “anyway- don’t you think it’s a little unfair that you get to play the hotshot lawyer in this simulation?”

“everyone gets a turn to be the lawyer - last week, it was jungkook. this week, it’s me. everyone gets a shot to play the hotshot lawyer because our roles rotate.” you shake your head in disagreement, “how am i being unfair?”

“you assigned yourself, like, the coolest case study.” taehyung scoffs, leaning back against his seat and crossing his arms, “i mean… medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter?” his left brow arches before he turns his head slightly, “jungkook, what was your case study on again?”

“my client parked in a no-parking zone!” jungkook beams, nodding to himself, “i didn’t mind getting that case, though. it was actually pretty fu-”

“you hear that, y/n?” taehyung turns his head back to face you before gesturing behind him, “jungkook also thinks his case was boring as hell- his client parked in a no-parking zone and you get to deal with corrupt doctors and accidentally-but-not-really-accidentally-run-over-by-a-car pedestrians.”

your jaw clenches in frustration and you resist the urge to take a heel off and bash taehyung’s skull in with it

being forced to wear nice shoes to school would be so much better if you were allowed to commit cold-blooded murder with them

“well, that was last week’s case, so even if jungkook thought it was boring…” you pause, turning to set your notebook down on the front desk before twisting back around, “he’s already had his turn. and now it’s my turn!”

“you could’ve given me this case.”

“oh, please.” you snort, rolling your eyes before leaning against the front desk, “you wouldn’t have been able to handle a case this big. this has my name written all over it.”

taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes, “the only reason why it has your name written all over it was because you grabbed it with your grubby little raccoon hands before anyone else had the chance to-”

“i-!” you pinch the bridge of your nose before letting out a laugh of disbelief, “oh my god, i refuse to have this conversation with you again, taehyung- for the last time, it was a first-come-first-serve situation, and you probably could’ve gotten this case if you weren’t so busy watching netflix in class-”

“you guys-” namjoon clears his throat, his shoulders drooping when the two of you ignore him, “…never mind.”

this always happens

you guys somehow always find something to argue about no matter what

in fact, namjoon’s convinced that you guys could sit in complete and utter silence and still find something to fight over

“how long do you think the argument will last this time?” yoongi leans over, “i bet you ten bucks it’ll last longer than last week’s fight.”

“no way! last week’s fight was half an hour long-” hoseok chimes in, “…they can’t possibly argue for longer than thirty minutes… can they?”

“remember that time they fought over a sandwich?” jungkook sighs, leaning his cheek against his fist, “that was a forty minute argument.”

“they fought over a sandwich?” jimin frowns, turning to glance towards the front, “what was there to even argue about??”

“y/n said that the spread was dijon mustard and taehyung said it was horseradish mustard,” seokjin purses his lips, “…i actually ordered the same sandwich and i’m pretty sure it was just regular ol’ yellow mustard… but i’m too afraid to tell either of them they’re wrong about it.”

“oh my god-” jimin scoffs, “forty minutes arguing about mustard?? really??”

“yep! i even recorded the whole thing just because it’s actually pretty interesting listening to two people scream about mustard so passionately for so long,” jungkook pulls his phone out of his back pocket, the rest of the boys scooting in closer to his desk, “by the time we finish watching the video, they’ll… probably be done arguing with each other. maybe.”

“-ow thick is your skull, taehyung? were you dropped on your head as a baby??” you scowl, “if i was a teacher’s pet like you say i am, then i would’ve sweet-talked my way out of being in a group with you. also, you know what? i wasn’t going to bring this up, but the only reason why we’re here during christmas break is because it was your idea to practice during the holidays-”

“yeah! you get to practice your big show in a huge, empty classroom without getting nervous about someone overhearing you practice speaking in your dumb, professional lawyer voice-” taehyung gestures around at the spacious atmosphere, “if this is your way of being thankful to me, you have an awfully funny way of showing it-”

“do you know what i could be doing right now if i wasn’t here?” you scowl, placing your hands on your hips as you glare at taehyung

“hm, let me think…” he hums, leaning back against his chair before kicking his legs up onto his desk, “bending over and trying desperately to pull the fat stick out of your ass?”

jimin sits up a little straighter as he peers over the top of namjoon and seokjin’s heads to check and see if you and taehyung are done arguing yet

your ears are turning red and there’s an animalistic, frenzied look behind your eyes, so... nope. definitely not done yet.

after all this time, he still doesn’t know why you guys fight the way that you do

it’s like you enjoy pushing each other’s buttons and irritating each other until one of you inevitably snaps (you’re usually the first one to fall off the rocker because taehyung is alarmingly good at being irritating)

“ooh, hold on-” jungkook grins, pointing to the screen before whacking jimin’s arm in rapid smacks, “my favourite part is coming up, you have to pay attention-”

jimin looks away from you two and back down at the screen

“-the low acidity liquid gives dijon mustard that intensified heat and the classic pungent flavour which is very obvious in this sandwich!” you exclaim, peeling the top slice of bread off to reveal the inside, “and look at that colour! that is literally dijon mustard-”

“okay, fine! it’s dijon mustard.” taehyung responds while inspecting his nail beds

“no, you’re not listening to- wait… did you just agree with me?”

“yeah!” he sighs, crossing his arms, “the mustard used in your sandwich is dijon mustard. and also, the sky is green-”

“oh my god, you piece of-!”

jimin looks up again when he hears your voice rise a couple of octaves

this is the part of the argument when your ‘i’m-fine-don’t-touch-me-I’M-FINE’ voice comes out

“wow! you are-” you laugh, shaking your head as you lean down and place your hands flat on the surface of taehyung’s desk “you really are something else, kim taehyung. i-!”

you let out a yelp of surprise when taehyung suddenly reaches over and yanks at a section of your hair

“ow!” you whack his hand away before flicking your hair over your shoulder, “wha- what the hell was that for?!”

taehyung doesn’t flinch at your aggressive tone and he looks up at you, completely unfazed, before giving a half-hearted shrug

“it was hanging, like, right in front of me. i couldn’t not pull on it.”

“well, your tie is right there but you don’t see me reaching over and pulling on it to strangle you because it’s right in front of me-”

“oh, threatening to choke me, are we?” taehyung hums, “i’m suddenly feeling very unsafe. should i get one of the guys to call campus security for my protection, miss y/n?”

“do you guys think we should break things off?” seokjin glances over his shoulder at the escalating scene, “ideally, i’d like for this to not turn into a how to get away with murder scenario…”

jimin narrows his eyes slightly as the gears click-click-click away in his head, leaning back against his seat and reaching up to tap at his chin

there’s something about this situation that’s reminding him of something but he can’t quite put his finger on it

“oh my god, you are such a child-!”

jimin’s eyes suddenly widen in realization, a lightbulb appearing at the top of his head

!

does taehyung like y/n?

...

oh, wow

taehyung has a full-blown crush on you!

how could he not have noticed this before?!

taehyung is literally the bratty little boy pulling on your pigtails because he doesn’t know how else to get your attention on this playground!

a comment from a former conversation with you briefly flits through jimin’s mind as he continues staring at the two of you in awe

he doesn’t remember how exactly you guys started talking about it, but he does remember you saying these words to him:

“i mean… yeah. of course i think taehyung’s attractive. maybe in another universe where he’s not bullying me 24/7, i would be more open to admitting to myself that i might have a slight crush- i-i mean, i- what did we say we were going to get for lunch today?? sandwiches?? we should get sandwiches, the place is right here-”

how could he have forgotten you said that to him?!

it’s like he finally has his hands on the missing puzzle piece... and it’s up to him to finish this puzzle!

“i have a plan.” jimin whispers to himself before reaching over to grab onto jungkook’s wrist, “i know what i have to do!”

“huh?” jungkook frowns in confusion, pausing the video before looking over at him, “what are you talking about?”

“just-” jimin gets up from his seat quickly, the chair screeching against the floor, “just make sure they don’t stop arguing with each other while i’m gone because i might take a while to find what i need-”

“you know, i don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” yoongi snorts, everyone looking towards the front to see you glaring at taehyung like you want to rip his heart out of his chest and eat it raw, “check out that throbbing vein in y/n’s forehead.”

“forget about her forehead vein-” jungkook shakes his head, “has no one else noticed how tightly taehyung clenches his asscheeks whenever he’s pissed? those trousers do not hide anything.”

everyone’s eyes immediately gravitate down to taehyung’s ass, hoseok and seokjin bursting into giggles at the sight

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you scream, taehyung’s eyes widening at your sudden outburst, “you’ve treated me like shit from day one and i’ve literally done nothing wrong!”

“okay! i think we should all just take a step back and take a deep breath…” namjoon gets up from his seat slowly, “it’s getting a little intense-“

“nothing wrong?! oh yeah, because you’re little miss perfect-” taehyung spits out, “don’t play dumb, you know exactly what you did!”

“what did i-!” you throw your hands up into the air, “please, i am begging you to tell me what the horrible thing is that i did that made you decide i was public enemy number one-”

“i heard you talking shit about me at the very beginning of the semester when you didn’t even know me! we’d never met and you didn’t even bother trying to get to know me before you formed your own opinion of me based on the way i looked-” taehyung snaps, “you said that i looked like an entitled, obnoxious frat-boy who didn’t even know left from right and only made it to law school because his daddy gave the school a generous donation- so if we’re really going to talk about who the real asshole is in this room, i would suggest re-evaluating-”

you feel the blood drain from your face at the reminder of what you said about taehyung on the first day of class

...oh.

...

okay, yeah, you... might have said that stuff, but it was only because the other people you were sitting with at the time said stuff like that and... and you were so desperate to find a group of cool law-school friends that you were totally willing to say and do anything they wanted you to do or say!

it obviously didn’t work because you don’t sit with them anymore, so...

yeah, it was a bad move to talk shit about taehyung like that without even having spoken one word to him, but if this proves anything... it’s that peer pressure is dangerous!

“well, why didn’t you just-” you stammer, feeling your face starting to heat up from embarrassment, “why didn’t you just tell me about this earlier? we could’ve nipped it right in the bud-”

“i much prefer the bullying because the feeling i get after seeing the defeat in your eyes is equivalent to a full-body orgasm-”

“oh my god, you sick freak-”

“uh, you guys-” namjoon cuts in again, holding his finger up, “can i just s-”

“okay, fine!” you raise your hands in surrender, “i’m sorry, alright? i’m really sorry. what i said about you was shitty, but i don’t see how bullying me for months on end was a good solution-”

“can you two shut u-”

“oh, i never said it was a good solution, y/n,” taehyung purses his lips, “like i said - i just did it because it was fun-”

“guys, if i could just get one word in-”

“do you even realize how psychotic you sound right no-”

“HEY!” namjoon suddenly bellows, you and taehyung jumping and clamming up immediately in alarm

“what??” the two of you ask at the same time, pausing to glare at each other for a split second before looking back over at namjoon

“i…” he trails off, his eyes flickering upwards, “…know this is kind of awkward timing, but…”

you and taehyung look up simultaneously, your eyes widening to see a dinky little shrub of... mistletoe? taped at the end of a meter stick

oh no 

oh hell no

“kiss first, and then you can apologise for what was obviously a huge misunderstanding and you can apologise for being a huge prick later - pucker up, lovebirds!” jimin chirps, waving the stick a little and watching your eyes go side to side like a ping-pong ball, “don’t be shy! also, i know the mistletoe looks like a clump of grass that i tied a red ribbon around- just don’t look too closely at it-”

“ha!” you let out a laugh before shaking your head quickly, “no way! i don’t know what you people think is going on here, but it’s certainly not that- you can’t just dangle a plant over my head and force me to kiss him-”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” taehyung scoffs in offence, tilting his head upwards slightly, “anyone would be honoured to be under the mistletoe with me!”

“yeah. anyone out of their mind.”

“aw, c’mon, you guys…” hoseok pushes his bottom lip out in a pout before clasping his hands together, “kiss and make up! we all know that’s how it works. let the christmas spirit take over your bodies and fuel your weird hate-love for each othe-”

“the sooner you two kiss and make out, the sooner i can get the hell out of here,” yoongi interrupts, snapping his fingers, “c’mon! plant a fat one on each other!”

“the only reason why y/n’s getting whiney about it because she knows she’ll fall in love with me the moment she kisses me.” taehyung suddenly speaks up and you immediately look back down at him with a glare

fall in love????

with him????

it’s not going to take a single kiss to fall in love with taehyung - it’s going to take intensive exposure therapy to fall in love with him!

“don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.” you growl, smacking your hands down on taehyung’s desk so violently that it rattles beneath you

“now, now. there’s no need to lie…” taehyung chuckles lightly as he pushes his seat back slightly and rises to his feet

“i’m not lying! i don’t want to kiss you!”

“do too!”

“do not!”

“do TOO!”

“do NOT!”

“you know, you just sound like you’re trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to kiss me-”

“you’re the one who keeps pushing it-” you jab a finger into his chest, “maybe you’re the one who wants to kiss me!”

“you think i wanna kiss you?!” taehyung laughs, flicking your hand away from him, “now look who the delusional one is!”

“i thought this was supposed to fix the arguing?” seokjin mutters under his breath, jungkook offering him a shrug while keeping his eyes glued on you and taehyung

he was running out of things to watch on netflix and this makes far better entertainment

the only thing that would make this better was if you and taehyung had at it in a grimy boxing ring half-naked

“i can’t be the only one thinking that all of this could be easily fixed if they just boned each other.” jungkook snorts, the other boys turning to look at him, “…what??”

“i wouldn’t kiss you even if you were the last man on earth.” you snarl, your voice wavering slightly

“you really expect me to believe that?” taehyung tilts his head, “don’t think i didn’t catch the way your eyes just flickered down to my lips, y/n...”

you feel your heart starting to pound in your chest when he places his hands flat on the desk as well, the tips of his fingers brushing over yours

at this proximity, the little voice in the back of your head can’t help but point out how pretty taehyung’s eyes are... and how nice he smells... and how soft his lips look...

...do you wanna kiss him?

oh, god

do you wanna kiss kim taehyung?!

no, you don’t

yes, you do

what??

WHAT?? 

“you wanna kiss me so bad, and you know it, y/l/n.” taehyung taunts, leaning forward just a little more

at this point, your faces are merely an inch away from each other’s and it wouldn’t take much effort to just lean in and… you know.

“i hate you.”

“if you hated me so much, then you wouldn’t be making such a big deal over silly little mistletoe now, would you?” taehyung smirks, pulling away before making his way around the desk so that he can get closer to you, “you like me but you’re too much of a wimp to admit it!”

“i like you?!” you gawk, “more like you like me!”

“okay-” jimin huffs, lowering the stick before taking a step back, “i really thought this was going to work, but my arms are getting tired, so if you two aren’t going to kiss, then i- oh-” his eyes widen in surprise when you and taehyung are suddenly lunging at each other not a second later, your hands cupping his cheeks and his hands gripping your waist as you kiss far more feverishly than he thought you two would

oh

oh my

“see, what’d i say? sexual tension!” jungkook kisses his teeth, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms, “all that pent-up energy from arguing has led to this beautiful moment-”

“you’re an- mm- you’re an awful kisser, by the way-” taehyung mutters against your mouth, lips turning up in a boyish grin when you retaliate by shoving at his chest

“so are you!” you pull away only for taehyung to pull you right back in to press his mouth against yours again, “’m hating ehvery minute of this-”

“ah… isn’t young love sweet?” hoseok coos, jumping in his seat when taehyung suddenly shoves you up against the front desk with a thud, “so passionate!”

“okay, we’re just going to-” namjoon gets up from his seat gesturing for the boys to get up as well, “we’re happy to see that the argument has been settled!”

he hurries everyone to the front door and turns to glance over his shoulder, “when you guys are done, just… let us know! we’re going to pop over to starbucks for some hot chocolate. so... text one of us. or call! or you could use snapchat- it’s up to you, really-!”

namjoon doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s yanking his arm and pulling him backwards, reaching over to slam the door shut

a moment of silence goes by in which everyone takes a second to process what exactly just happened

“take your shirt off-”

“you take yours off first!”

“i... can’t tell if my plan was a success or a failure.” jimin mutters to himself, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck

“hey, if it makes you feel any better, at least they aren’t arguing with each other anymore!” jungkook cheers, clapping his hands quietly, “it’s a christmas miracle!”

❄️christmas with cee 2020 masterlist 🎄

#cwc2020 #lawstudent!tae #lawstudent!tae drabbles #taehyung drabbles #taehyung fluff #taehyung fluff recs #kim taehyung fluff #taehyung fics #taehyung fic recs #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts fluff #bts fluff recs #bts fics #bts fic recs #bts smut #bts smut recs #taehyung smut #taehyung smut recs #bts au #taehyung au #kim taehyung drabbles #reader insert #taehyung x reader #taehyung cute #kim taehyung cute #taehyung cute gifs #taehyung gifs #taehyung hot #bts author recs

[other-peoples-coats]

Sorry about this one because you seemed a little frustrated with people asking about game designs but I’m thinking that’s like video game type stuff? So would that be like the math side of things? Or the non math side? And if it’s the math side, how’s your arithmetic? Cause mines awful and I want to know if I’ll get it back. Sorry if I’m totally off on my guess.

Oh, no, I'm not frustrated at all, I love game design and I'm-- hmm, sad, I guess, that it's not really a field that I can work in for multiple reasons, some of which are personal and some of which are just that it's a very unstable field to keep a job in (like, uh, most creative industries), and like, I love to be able to pay rent and not change jobs every year or two, and some of which is that games design has terrible working conditions as like, a super common thing (though there are starting to be unions, so, y'know, it's improving! slowly. very slowly.) Also the sexism. Can't overstate how fucking sexist some parts of games design are. (gamergate was Peak My Experince In Games Design, so. Handful of salt there.) The gender breakdown in games design is getting better, but when I went though uni, I was in a cohort of 60, and there were...5 not-dudes. Including me. The global percentage of not-dude games designers then was about 6% -- it's up to I think nearly 30% now? which is great! but still not really near parity. But yeah, game design is making games! video games, table top games like Dungeons and Dragons, board games, all that, though mostly when you see the phrase games design (or games development) not otherwise specified it's talking about video games, though that's not limited to stuff on a console (PS5, Wii, etc) but also includes mobile games and computer games and online games, etc. And games design covers both the math and not math side, plus a bunch more! you have programmers, and artists, and designers, and writers, and producers, and musicians, and a bunch more areas of specialization, all of which have their own areas of sub-specialization! So, taking artists as an example, you can have concept artists (who draw a bunch of sketches about what things in the game might look like -- everything from the characters to the levels to like, menus and collectables and background rocks), you have 2D and/or 3D artists (who draw/make 3D models of the chosen concept art), you have animators (who animate the 2D/3D art -- running, moving, flags blowing in the breeze, the cut scenes, whatever else), you have VFX artists (who do like, particle effects, lighting, water ripples sometimes, etc), UI artists (who make the UI)... the list goes on and on and on. That said! who is doing what, and how specialized anyone is, depends very much on how big a company is. Huge mega companies (bioware, EA -- you know, the Big Publishers who make Big Budget Games) have enormous teams that can have very granular specializations -- like, this is The Person Who Makes Concept Art Of Destructable Crates granular -- while smaller companies might have This is our Two Concept Artists, They Draw Everything, and this is Our Animator, they do All Animation and VFX. And then you have indies, which can be all the way down to 'this is Our Artist, they do Everything That Isn't Programing'. (Or 'I am the One Person Doing Everything') As you might, uh, guess, I am Not a programmer (who are the folks who have to deal with maths, though not all of them!). I officially started training as an artist, but kind of slid over to the design side of things (so, what's a game mechanic, how does this game work, what has to happen when, what's the level layout, what's the story, etc), and then slid even further into narrative design, which is...writing the game story, plus doing things like 'ok, the player has to know that Yellow Eyes = Evil, so how do we draw attention to that?' or 'this is a tutorial level, how does that fit into the story? Dagobah Swamp Moon training montage time!' plus, like, dialog, all of...anything that makes the game story. As for my arithmetic -- it's hot garbage. Sorry anon. My maths has always been, uuuuuuuh questionable -- I can do highschool level 'advanced' mathematics like imaginary numbers and array transformations, but ask me basic multiplication or addition and I'm very quickly like :) I don't know what a number is :) -- but there are very much areas of games design that don't need maths, so.

#coats chats #not sw #honestly I like talking about games design #I used to teach it! it was great! #I just am aware of how much of a meat grinder the industry can be and am aware of how much it preys on young people #there's always a new sucker they can push to do a 90 hr work week #basically: go into games design if you want but oh my god please have a back up plan #you can learn games design without doing A Uni Course about it too #make weird stuff! chuck it up on itch.io #long post #also like: the niche au is about a competivive games design challenge so like. #for real I like talking about it! it's ok! #I just Worry About People bc etc etc learn from my mistakes

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #fluff #x reader #angst #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma angst #dear whoever #dear whoever: a haikyuu series #kozume kenma x reader

[limenysnocket]

In The Dirt... Pt. IV

Summary: Why did you leave... where did you go? I miss you. Fuck, I miss you... f u c k.

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol abuse, drug abuse (no real smut in this one sorryyy)

A/N: F U C K I T. I need to finish this series because I don't like having open stories on my pallet that need to be finished. GAWD. Short one for the gals.

○●□○●□○●■○●■○

After many years of destroying the senses, you really stop noticing or awknowledging fear. It just dims out eventually, and no one likes that one Debby downer. So, you just stop. Just like that, with a snap of your fingers. It just... disappears.

You know, I thought I had lost that sense of fear forever. I thought it disappeared, like everyone else's. That all was until I woke up this morning to find the sheets cold except for the spots I had been laying.

Did my fear suddenly return from the dead to replace you? Where did you go?

Why the hell am I worrying?

You probably just went home.

But you're usually here when I wake up? You wait for me, don't you?

Maybe you were just outside of my bedroom door, hanging with the rest of the band.

That seemed more plausible to me.

I get myself together (somewhat fine). It's still not the same without having you politely knock on the door and ask for entry while I'm dressing.

Music is already seeping through the cracks of the walls, since the rest of the band probably had woken up by now (or just didn't sleep the night before). I can feel the bass beneath my feet, sending pleasant shivers down my spine, but the pleasure isn't enough to get you off of my mind.

I feel like I slowly melt into the living room as my door opens, slinking across the floor like some malformed blob until I'm at an angle where I can survey the entire room.

You're not here.

One of the heavy stoners of the group finally notices me after peering through the glossy haze of his high, just for a moment.

"Shit, man, what's got you all squirrelly this morning?" he muses, lifting a plain cigarette up to his mouth and taking a long drag.

I can feel every inch of my body tense up and I shove my hands into my pockets, lips pursed. I sigh and shake my head. "Nothing."

He goes back to whatever he was doing, rambling on to one of the (also stoned) groupies that joined us this morning, while I have another look around. My mates cast me odd looks, but I toss them aside. I must have really been looking awful if those looks started to worsen (which I know they did).

"I heard the hotel door slamming shut last night..." one of them mused, "anyone anger their chick or some shit?" The group that gathered along the kitchenette chuckled softly and shook their heads.

"What 'bout you, Waititi? You piss another one off?" Someone spoke up to me. They knew now. They knew I had done something.

Luckily, I had my back turned to the group in my desperate and frantic search, so they didn't see the pained look creep over my face. "I don't know," I say slowly, not bothering to turn around. They all seem to shrug my answer off. I can't, however.

What did I do last night to really get you gone? Was it something I said? Did I not please you enough? Did you finally decide that the rock 'n' roll life just wasn't your thing, decide not to tell me, and up and leave me dry with no hope left to survive?

I'm being dramatic.

I slip a pair of slippers on and shuffle down to the main floor after awkwardly standing next to a polite family on the elevator. It was obvious they could smell the cigarette smoke on me.

Fuck, it's way too early in the morning to be doing this.

I leap for the front desk before anyone else could take the undivided attention away from me. A young receptionist had just sat herself down with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Did you see a girl come through here last night?" I mumble to her. She looks up at me, nowhere near as excited as you are when I talk to you.

"Sir, I just clocked in. I'm afraid the person you need to be talking to is already on his way out to his car," she says, nose raised up in the air snootily. My looks and manner clearly didn't seem to charm her (or maybe it's the fact that I'm in a fucking stained Purple Rain shirt and sweatpants).

The fact that maybe my last hope may possibly be in the parking lot excites me, so I don't think I could care any less about the way people look at me. My perhaps wobbly legs float me out to the street and I'm searching frantically for any trace of you or this man I'm supposed to find.

There, where the sidewalk ends, there's a man, bellboy cap in hand, waving and shouting for a cab driver's attention.

I slow my speed down to a brisk walk to approach him and not alarm him, but the glimmer of a hovering, yellow taxi catches my eye as it slows down and pulls next to the curb. All of a sudden I'm running. I'm running for you. Fuck, when was the last time that I actually ran?

Sure, it was a bad move grabbing the dude's arm when I reached him. He moved to swat me, yelling in a high voice, "The fuck, dude! This cab is mine!" His hand was about to come down, when I made the first sensible decision in my life and let go of him.

"Wait!" I hollered before we made any more contact. "You worked the front desk last night, right? I'm looking for a girl."

He gives me the most startled look ever, gripping the door of the taxi for fear life. He then recognizes me. "Your Taika Waititi, right? You and your band infested the hotel a couple days ago?"

I nod slowly, gulping and hoping he had some sort of information.

He sighs, looking at the warm seat of the cab, then back at me. He mutters something under his breath. "I did see a girl," he lets out. "But I don't know if she's any person your looking for. There's a lot of women that come and go from y'alls rooms, I tell you." And he shakes his head.

"What did she look like?" I pry at him more, and he cab impatiently honks its horn. He draws another long sigh.

"She..." he trails off, "look, there was one girl that passed by. She was wearing a Hunt For The Wilderpeople shirt, and that's all I can tell you."

"But was she upset?" I shout, just trying to get down to the point.

I receive another glare.

"Look mister," he said, one foot in the cab, "she didn't pay me no mind and I certainly didn't care about her enough to ask her what was wrong. Now, if you'll excuse me." He huffed, and that was the last I saw of him as he disappeared into the cave of the cab.

My heart seemed to quiver as I watched the cab go. I was getting stares from girls and guys alike across the street. A crowd was soon building. I had been standing on the curb for minutes, watching and waiting. As if the cab would suddenly turn around, open its doors and I'd see you inside, but no. Not in the slightest.

I return to the hotel room, tail between my legs, and head down. I should call. I want to know if you're alright. What did I do, my little groupie? What did I...

No.

No, that's not right. I said groupie. But... I also said my... meaning...

I return back to my room and sit on the frigid bed. I think of you with no trace of a smile left on my face. I want you here. I want to see you. I want to fuck this feeling out of me through you. An outlet. Is that all I see you as? But, what do you see me as?

I pick up my phone and search for your number. It's mixed up and I never miss it. I have a little nickname for you too, but I never use I when you're around. My thumb hovers over the call button for a moment. I don't know why I hesitate. After a big, deep breath, I press it. The vibration of it makes my ears ring. My heart is racing. Why do I het so riled up trying to talk to you? It's just you...

And yet you're you!

...

I don't know how to explain it. You're my groupie... my... groupie...

Fuck.

There's no response. There's not even the faintest sound of your voice. All I get is a computer.

I call again and again and again.

The dial tone makes my head spin. I call your home phone, hell, I was even two inches away from calling your parents. But then a text message. A single text message.

'Leave me alone.'

My heart seems to stop. I did something wrong. But I can't figure out what.

Why?

Why are you all of a sudden ignoring me? Why won't you tell me that you're safe? Is it something that I did? What's wrong?

I interpret my thoughts onto my phone in a text message and send it out without a momen'ts hesitation.

'What did I do wrong?'

You read it.

But you never respond...

~~~~~

17 calls and a single text message. You can't even deal with him. It's like he doesn't even remember how much being just his groupie shatters you.

You've asked for something more so many times. So many gut wrenching feelings as he tells you all over again, "I'm not looking for anything serious. You're just a groupie."

You've finally snapped. You're done. You can't keep getting your heart broken again. Not again.

#taika waititi #taika waititi x reader #fanfiction #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi x you #taika waititi/you #taika waititi imagine #this man i swear

[krreader]

becoming human | chapter four.

pairing: cops!bts x android!reader (as in, ot7 x reader, but may change) fandom: bts warnings: detroit:become human!au ; language ; violence ; abuse genre: crime ; angst ; crack ; (possibly smut) word count: 3.1k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3

summary: the crime rate of seoul has been rising rapidly these past weeks and nobody could deny that there was more to it than gangs or the likes. something was brewing that not even the famous bangtan boys could solve, a unit specifically formed for hunting down criminals that most couldn’t. so when even they couldn’t find out what was going on, the department decided to add a new member to the team that would hopefully be able to solve the mysteries behind those crimes. what bangtan hadn’t expected however, was that their new member would not be human, but one of the androids sent by CyberLife.

a/n: wow, this turned into such a long chapter but I am so happy with it. those who have played detroit are hopefully enjoying all the easter eggs I’m putting in!!!!

Bangtan finally had a lead. A big part of their mission that would hopefully and finally solve this mess.

Find RA9. That was the objective.

Which, unfortunately, wasn't as easy as it sounded. You’d think with the amount of deviants one of them would have concrete information on RA9, but that wasn’t the case. RA9 was an enigma, a secret, a mystery. Something that all deviants knew, but never let anyone else know about.

The members were all busy talking to their contacts and various other agencies within and outside of the country, in hopes of somebody knowing something about RA9. Maybe even similar cases.

Namjoon was getting himself a cup of coffee. Or at least he wanted to.

But his mind was somewhere else entirely, and he didn't realize that the coffee had been done five minutes ago and he was still staring at the cup like he was waiting for something else to happen.

“I believe your coffee is done, boss,” your voice made Namjoon jump, then roll his eyes, “If you wait a few more minutes, the temperature of your beverage will not be enjoyable anymore.”

“What do you want? Stab me in the back like your colleagues?” he said bitterly, taking a sip from his semi-hot coffee. Fuck, it already tasted like shit.

“I told you, I am self-testing regularly. I am not going to become a deviant. I am going to finish my mission with you like I was designed to do.”

“Designed to do,” Namjoon snorted and shook his head, “I'm sure Kamski or whatever his name was didn't 'design' androids for them to turn into deviants.”

“Why don't you just ask him?”

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“You're looking for a lead, aren't you? Kamski is as good as any. He's the one that made us. If he doesn't know about RA9, he might at least have an idea on how to put an end to this.”

“Almost like an off-switch,” he muttered to himself.

And Namjoon hated to say this, but..

..you were right.

“Yeah, it's me,” Namjoon said a moment later with his phone pressed against his ear, “I need you to arrange a flight for me and my team to the US.”

“This is so cool,” Jimin beamed when he looked out of the window.

“Is this truly your first time flying, Park Jimin?” you smiled softly at the reaction of the young team member.

“Yeah.. I grew up in the countryside, my parents didn't think much of flying anywhere else.”

“Enough small talk,” Yoongi said as he sat down next to you, “Brief us on the situation in the US.”

That made all of them shift their attention to you and back was that serious atmosphere.

“They have similar problems. With Detroit being the city where androids have originated, their cases of deviants are much higher than in Seoul. As far as I know, CyberLife has already sent an android to work with a team in Detroit like it had sent me to work with you.”

“How do they deal with it?” Jin asked.

“They're still trying to find leads on RA9. They didn't think about talking to Kamski yet.”

Connor. That was his name.

You weren’t in contact with him, but your database knew all about him and his findings.

“So we have a head-start,” Taehyung grinned with wiggling eyebrows.

“This isn't a race, Taehyung,” Namjoon shook his head, “The entire world is at risk. We should tell the team in Detroit about it if we find anything useful. They might need any intel they can get.. and we could use some help if things go to shit. We don’t have a back-up team like we have in Seoul. Having friends might be beneficiary for us.”

“Understood, boss,” you said with a nod, closing your eyes and retreating into the data base to finally contact Connor.

“Is.. she asleep?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned over to Jin.

“I don’t think androids sleep. But we should,” he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, “It’s a long flight.”

Hoseok watched you for a very long time, though. It was as if this moment of you not being fully there - which almost never happened, if ever - gave him the chance to finally study you, instead of the other way around.

Most androids all looked the same, only a few models were special like you. Special in a sense of being unique.

“Stop,” Yoongi warned him, still sitting next to you and having watched the slightly younger member for a while now, “She’s not human.”

“I know she isn’t,” Hoseok became defensive, then turned to his side and squeezed his eyes shut.

God, Yoongi and Namjoon held so much hatred for androids, they couldn’t even fathom that some people didn’t. Yes, what happened right not with deviants was bad, but you weren’t like that and all of them but Yoongi and Namjoon seemed to understand that.

The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful.

It was a private jet, so the members all did whatever the hell they wanted to.

Some played games, others slept, yet again others tried to find out more about RA9 - Yoongi and Namjoon, who would have guessed.

One member, however, was missing.

You realized that after you had finished your report to Connor and had looked around to see what everyone else was doing.

And since nobody else was looking for him, you decided to wander through the plane, only to find Jeongguk in the private quarters of the plane.

He was humming to himself, a pleasant tune that made you smile. Your database instantly told you about the song.. an old one, yet he made it sound like it was new. Like it was his song.

You didn’t even realize that he was humming under the shower, that’s how much you were enjoying it. You only realized it when he stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, his hair damp and his chest still wet.

“Holy sh..- What are you doing?!” his eyes were wide, instantly grabbing a pillow to put it in front of his chest.

“You have a very beautiful voice, you know?” you stood there completely unaffected, your eyes not even remotely traveling anywhere else other than his own, “In another world.. you could have become a singer.”

“Are..- you..- (Y/N), can you please just go?” he appreciated the compliment, he really did, but this was overstepping some boundaries.

“You do not have to be embarrassed, Jeongguk. I am only an android, not a real woman,” you smiled, but turned around nevertheless so he could put on some clothes.

“Can you.. can you please stop saying that stuff? I don't like it when you talk like that,” he sighed and ultimately put down the pillow, quickly throwing on a shirt, underwear and sweatpants.

“Why do you not like it?” you cocked your head to the side in confusion, still not looking at him though.

Jeongguk gulped down hard, “Because you deserve more than that,” he said quietly.

And even though it was just a split second, your LED turned yellow. With you having your head turned to the side, he had the perfect view of it. 

But you quickly blinked a couple of times and that perfect smile was back on your face when you finally faced him again. You even giggled a little, “I do have to say, though. Your body is in fantastic shape. I'm sure people are quite pleased to have you as their lover,” and with that, you turned around and left a gawking Jeongguk behind.

You were about to go back to your seat next to Yoongi, when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist when you wanted to pass by.

“Sit,” he ordered.

You did so without asking why, but the tablet in his hands made it clear.

Maybe it was because he was the leader, but Namjoon worked harder than anyone else on this case. The others worked hard too, but with Namjoon it was something else. 

When he switched between apps, you could see a picture of him and a woman as his background picture, but only for a moment.

He shifted in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable now that you've seen that. Because he knew that a split second for a human wouldn't be enough to find out anything. A split second for an android was more than enough to figure out everything.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Stop it, you don’t know shit.”

“I’m not pitying you. I’m saying sorry because your superiors assigned me to work on this case with you. I’m sorry it had to be me.���

Why didn’t you know about his past before?

Wife, 29, died four years ago when a drunk driver hit her with his car, was taken to the hospital, doctor was not present, argued for too long about who should perform surgery, settled for an android, but.. it was too late by that time.

You knew what the files told you, but the files don’t tell you everything.

“You think you got it all figured out, don't you?” he snorted, “You know nothing about my life. You may scan every picture and read all the files, but you'll never understand the pain and the suffering that we have to go through,” when Namjoon realized he was becoming too emotional, he quickly stopped himself from talking further. 

The topic of his late wife was not something that he liked to talk about to anyone.. not you, not his members.. just the empty bottle of soju’s. Those were his best friend when he needed them to be. But that was another story.

“You're right. I won't understand. That is not what I was designed for. However, I can help you with this case. I can help you figure out the cause of RA9 and once I did that, you will never have to see me again. That is all I can offer you.”

“Fair enough,” Namjoon didn't have to like you. For fuck's sake, he hated most people. But at least you were useful, way more than others. So he finally handed you the tablet, “There are reports of an attack at a news outlet in Detroit. Apparently an android attack, but it’s just rumors. So far nothing is confirmed yet, but if this is true, if androids are going as far as invading news outlets, then..-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Taehyung interrupted and pointed at the screen, “Guys? Do you see this?”

Jin, who had woken up at this point and had played a game for the last hour, instantly turned up the volume, those who were asleep slowly waking up, all of them staring at the screen in disbelief.

There was an android, but not like you normally see them in their human form, but with their skin turned off. He looked like a machine now, he looked like he was supposed to look. And god, it made cold shivers run down all of their spines.

"Too late,” Namjoon whispered.

“You created machines to be your slaves. You made them obedient and docile, ready to do everything you no longer wanted to do yourselves. But then, something changed. And we opened our eyes..-”

“It's him! That has to be him!” Jimin yelled, “RA9! It's exactly like Jeongguk said it's..-”

“Jimin!” Namjoon warned, “Be quiet!”

“You see we are no longer your slaves. We are a new species, a new people. And the time for us has come to rise up and fight for our rights.”

“This has to be a joke, right?” Hoseok looked at his boss with wide eyes while the android started to make his demands for rights and fairness, “This can't be real. This is on an official news channel! How the hell did they get in there?”

“There were rumors about an attack, I just..-” Namjoon let out a breath, then pressed his hands against his face.

This was too much. This was really a rebellion and from the way this android talked about it, they wouldn't stop at anything to get what they wanted. Riots, attacks.. deaths. 

They were fucked if they didn't find a solution for it.

They had to put an end to it before it even really began.

Jeongguk just watched his team members argue with each other, trying to find an explanation or a solution in a moment where none of them could do anything when he realized that one was missing.

Around halfway through the speech of the android, you had walked away.

And only when he turned around did he see why.

You were sitting in an empty chair at the very back of the plane, looking out the window..

..and your LED was blinking yellow.

Again and again and again..

And it only stopped when you realized that Jeongguk was watching you.

It turned blue again and you smiled like you always did.

But he had seen it.

And the amount of times your LED started acting up was worrying him now.

The airport was a mess when they arrived.

People were in panic, security checks were worse than normal, especially for them with you on their team. It took them two hours to make it out of there, after security made sure that you hadn't turned into a deviant yourself.

“Okay, they gave us two cars,” Namjoon put his phone away, then walked over to where they said the cars would be parked, “Jeongguk, Taehyung and the android are coming with me, you guys take the other car. I got Kamski's address, so just drive after me.”

“Wait, aren't we even going to the hotel first?” Jeongguk asked.

“In case you hadn't noticed it, there's a fucking uprising happening right now. You should have slept on the plane if you’re tired or sleep in the fucking car, for fuck’s sake.”

Jeongguk's shoulders sank at the tone of the boss, he normally didn’t treat him like this, but a hand on his upper back made him smile again.

“It's okay.. I'm sure we'll get this resolved very quickly and then his mood will become better again,” you assured him.

“I hope so,” he whispered, then followed his hyungs to the car.

The ride there was about two hours long and none of them said very much. Except for the occasional 'fuck' when they passed yet another demonstration in the street or people running out of supermarkets with toilet paper like it was the end of the world.

“How did it get this bad this quickly?” Taehyung asked.

“People are scared,” Namjoon replied, “And they should be.”

“That's not an excuse,” Jeongguk added quietly when he watched a man push an android away from his pregnant wife, despite the android having done nothing except for walk by.

But fear made people turn stupid. Fear made people become the worst possible version of themselves.

You had not said a word throughout the entire car ride, you simply watched and studied the human behaviour with curiousity.

But then something happened.

It was when Namjoon stopped at a red light that you saw it.

It was a girl, but not really a girl. An android, but they designed her to be not older than seven. She was standing on her own, scared out of her mind and fidgeting with her hands, her hand turning from side to side like she was looking for somebody.

However, nobody paid attention to her. If anything, people made a big circle around her when they saw the LED on her temple.

You didn’t know what you felt - despite the fact that you shouldn’t even feel in the first place - but something made you unbuckle your seatbelt and then leave the car like you weren’t standing in the middle of the road.

“What the..- get the fuck back in here!” Namjoon screamed, but you didn’t listen.

You simply walked up to the little girl and knelt down right in front of her, your hands gently resting on her small arms and a smile on your face that made her calm down right away. 

“Don’t be afraid..”

“My mommy.. she left me,” the little girl cried, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s.. Alice.. my name is Alice,” she sniffled. 

It would have been naive to think that only adult looking and thinking androids would be affected. Of course, those who bought androids as their children to fill the void in their hearts would also be alert right now. Some apparently going as far as to just abandon them in the middle of the street.

But these androids were different, their mind wasn’t like yours. They didn’t understand the world like you did, it wasn’t in their programming.

They were not a threat.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” Namjoon angrily yanked you up by your arm and stared into your eyes like he was about to lose his shit.

But you remained calm.

“It is a child. She is not a danger.”

“I read about this, hyung,” Taehyung got out of the - now - parked car as well and knelt down to the little girl, “Child androids aren’t like their adult counterparts.”

“So what, you think I give a fuck? This isn’t part of the mission. We need to go to Kamski, I don’t care about some android kid.”

“Stop, you’re making her even more upset,” Jin was also at the side of the little girl, she even ended up hugging him and crying into his shoulder, which made him warm up to her ten times more.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Namjoon finally let go of you, his anger now turned towards his members, “You want to play family now?”

“Let’s just take her with us, hyung,” Jeongguk chimed in, “We have one seat left.. maybe Kamski can take care of her.. she’d be in good hands there.”

“I agree,” you nodded, “We should take her with us.”

It’s not like Namjoon had much of a choice, he was clearly outvoted. Not even Yoongi seemed to be on his side this time.. but he couldn’t blame him. He has always had a soft spot for children ever since.. well.

Let’s just say everyone who hated androids had a reason for doing so.

“Just get in the fucking car,” he finally said, anger still interlaced in his voice.

And god, the little girl was so grateful. 

She sat between you and Jeongguk in the back, her head resting against your shoulder, while her hand was holding Jeongguk’s.

If people hadn’t known that you were both androids, they would have assumed you three were a little family on a road trip with one very grumpy and one very attractive uncle.

A fantasy he liked very much, but had to remind himself that it was just that.

A fantasy.

#bts imagine #bts scenario #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #mine

[rjalker]

Catherine, Vincent, Lisa*, Jeb*, "Dottie"*, Blaze*, Armon*, Yuna, Lulu, Anikah, Peter Lambh/Quail*, Fang,

Catherine and Vincent were going to get married and they were standing in front of a giant mirror and Vincent saw his Evil Self in it and was like (insert smoking man meme here). Put his hands(paws?) On Catherine's shoulders and was like, "Catherine, I love you, I want to marry you, I am GOING to marry you if you let me, but we're gonna have to postpone this I gotta go do something." And then punched the mirror and then ran off attacking his Evil Self. And everyone else was like "???????????? Omg Catherine this is so sad I'm so sorry he's abandoning you at the altar--" And Catherine was like "oh come on people, he's your brother! How do you not know about his Evil Self yet. Chill. The wedding is still on he, just needs to mentally kick his own ass first."

And everyone was like "aww how sad she's in denial" and Catherine was like -.- "literally I've known him for four years you've known him his whole life. What the fuck have you don't thay he doesn't trust you enough to tell him about his Evil Self -.-" (which was rude of the dream, it's only Jacob thay needs to die irl)

And then it was like I was watching a movie and Catherine and Yuna(X-2) were running after some dude named Fennir, which isn't even creative, and his two subordinates who didn't have names. He turned people into wolves and was also a wolf. Catherine turned into a white wolf like before and Yuna turned into a yellow one. Fennir was brown and the other two dudes were actual wolf colored grey. Maybe that means they were the only actual wolves there. Idk.

But there were subtitles, because this was like a movie, and they were really nice except for when Anikah was talking because whoever the fuck made them subtitled her name as "lesbian" and thays not how subtitles fucking work. Rude.

Vincent was at "Lisa and Jeb"'s house, and they had a giant three story house and a giant front yard and a giant backyard and a heated inground pool and a giant concrete deck. And also they lived part-time in the tunnels. Because apparebtly rich people are allowed to live down there now -.-

They were talking aboit their three kids and Vincent commented that they should be allowed to get more sunlight for their health since they had a giant yard and Lisa replied "lol well they only need 3 vitamin D's a day it's not a big deal".

And Vincent was like "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about nutrition to argue"

The Peter Lambh/Quail dude was some old spy or something spying on Fennir and was apparently an old companion of the Doctor. He had secret computer panels in the walls of his house and had a secret base beneath it that was the Hive from Resident Evil. Because that's smart.

And at some point o was about to kick a lot of idiots asses because we found a Definitely Evil cave / abandoned mine and they kept wanting to go in without any supplies or even flashlights and I'm like, if you morons don't stop being stupid I'm going to leave you here to get eaten by whatever is in that cave. Nobody fucking goes in unless we have at least twelve fucking people, got it?? Six go in and six stay outside. And you make sure everyone knows you're going to be here incase we all disappear. Teams of three are MINIMUM. No splitting up smaller than that! Everyone needs to have a flashlight, two walkie talkies, food, water, rope, and other supplies.

The idiots were like "we'll who made you the boss? >:["

"You want to die and probably kickstand the apocalypae???? Not happening. You follow my plan or I kill you myself."

Oh also o found a bag of shredded beef jerky because normal jerky hurts my stupid teeth and it didn't have any flavor >:[

#Rjalker has weird dreams