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catindabag · 5 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (74)

*How to avoid getting bitten by a rainbow snakey snake*

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Anderson, please tell me one interesting fact about District 9.

Androcles: Ok! District 9 is known for its illegal rice cults!😀

Prof.Demigloss: Correct! Another point for Mr. Anderson.

Androcles: Yey!

Lysistrata: That’s not fair. That’s too easy, Professor.

Prof.Demigloss: Fine. I’m deducting 10 points from everyone but me.☺️

Lysistrata: Sir!

Livia: That doesn’t make sense.

Festus: 10 points?! But I only accumulated 8 points this year!

Gaius: I only have 4.

Apollo: I have 2.😀

Prof.Demigloss: Yey! A negative!

Lysistrata: Professor, you can’t do that! That’s not fair!

Prof.Demigloss: Do what?

Lysistrata: Deduct our points!

Prof.Demigloss: I can do whatever I want. I’m a dinosaur.😊

Lysistrata: I’m telling mother!

Prof.Demigloss: Yey! Demerits for everyone!

Domitia: Lizzie!

Livia: Thanks a lot, Vickers.

Lysistrata: I did nothing wrong!

Clemensia: I’m telling the Dean!

Diana: Really?

Clemensia: No. I’m telling Lepidus Malmsey and Capitol News.

Felix: Is that even allowed?

Prof.Demigloss: I’m going back to sleep now. Wake me up before my next break.

Coryo: Professor, please! I need my points back! I need to land on top!

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you, Crassus Snow. Goodnight.

Coryo: Professor!

Sejanus: I can always land on top of you, my love!😍

Coryo: Not now, Babe!

Sejanus: Kiss!😘

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Plinth!

Sejanus: Yes?

Prof.Demigloss: If you and your sugar baby want to “make love” in front of the class-

Coryo: I’m his fiancé!

Prof.Demigloss: Sugar baby.

Sejanus: What should I do? Should I get a camera? 5 cameras?

Lysistrata: I have a camera!

Domitia: Take mine too!

Prof.Demigloss: Then please return my beloved Mr. Fluffy Feet-

Sejanus: I can’t.

Prof.Demigloss: Why not?! I need him! He’s my spy cam teddy bear!

Sejanus: Not anymore.

Prof.Demigloss: Return my expensive teddy bear! He belongs to me!

Androcles: No! Mr. Fluffy Feet belongs to me now! I’m his new best friend and partner in crime!

Prof.Demigloss: I bought him with my own paycheck, you thief!

Androcles: I found him, I keep him!

Prof.Demigloss: How could you?! You stole my poor teddy bear from me!😭

Sejanus: But Mr. Fluffy Feet is currently hiding in Dr. Gaul’s lab.

Prof.Demigloss: That’s why you have to return him to me. I’m scared.😞

Sejanus: Can’t. Sorry.

Prof.Demigloss: You’re not sorry.

Androcles: Sorry not sorry.

Prof.Demigloss: Is this because I illegally sold all of your pretty feet pics without the government’s permission?

Felix: You sold our feet pics?!

Prof.Demigloss: Online.😊

Gaius: You have my feet pics?!

Prof.Demigloss: Professor Sickle gave them to me for free.😊

Vipsania: My auntie gave what?!

Prof.Demigloss: She collects them. It’s her new secret hobby.

Livia: Ew. Were they ugly?

Prof.Demigloss: Half of them were either pretty or blurry.

Livia: Was mine the prettiest?

Prof.Demigloss: No. Snow’s, Creed’s, Ring’s, and Ravinstill’s were the prettiest of the bunch.

Livia: Of course they were.🙄

Diana: Which Ring?

Prof.Demigloss: Apollo Ring.

Diana: Figures.😔

Apollo: Yey! I’m pretty!

Hilarius: How about mine?😀

Prof.Demigloss: Ugly AF.

Vipsania: I don’t want to know!

Hilarius: How much?

Prof.Demigloss: How much what?

Hilarius: How much money did you make?

Prof.Demigloss: A million bucks.

Hilarius: One million bucks?!

Prof.Demigloss: I even auctioned off some of them last week.

Felix: You can legally auction off our feet pics without President Gran Gran’s permission?!

Prof.Demigloss: My dearest Felix, your granduncle was even one of my top buyers.

Felix: Nevermind. I don’t want to know.

Prof.Demigloss: I even auctioned off some of your old red skirts last month. It was fun.

Apollo: Is that even allowed?

Diana: I bought the skirts.

Lysistrata: Diana, how could you?!

Diana: I’m a skirt collector.

Lysistrata: Give them back!

Diana: No.

Festus: I want my shares!

Gaius: Mine too!

Coryo: But who the heck bought our pretty feet pics online?!

Prof.Demigloss: Mr. Heavensbee Sr.

Coryo: Of course he did.😑

Peacekeeper Joe: *runs in and salutes* Professor!

Prof.Demigloss: Hello, Officer Jovilius! How are you? How’s life?

Peacekeeper Joe: Stressed and underpaid as always, Professor.

Prof.Demigloss: Good for you.☺️

Peacekeeper Joe: Dr. Gaul wants to see Mr. Snow and Ms. Dovecote in her “totally legal” laboratory right now.

Prof.Demigloss: What for?

Peacekeeper Joe: I don’t know.

Festus: Is she going to buy our feet pics too?

Felix: I hope not.

Peacekeeper Joe: Are they still available?

Everyone: No.

Peacekeeper Joe: I’m sad now.

Felix: Thank Panem.

Peacekeeper Joe: Well, I still need Mr. Snow and Ms. Dovecote to come with me.

Sejanus: Can I come too? My beloved darling Snow Bae needs me.🥰

Peacekeeper Joe: No.

Coryo: I need my rich sugar daddy. I’m scared.

Festus: Me too!

Felix: And me!

Lysistrata: Let me join the fun!

Peacekeeper Joe: You can’t.

Clemensia: Officer, they’re my idiots. Please let them join us.

Peacekeeper Joe: I said no.

Coryo: Hilarius will give you his pretty feet pics for free.

Hilarius: I will?

Coryo: Yes, you will.

Peacekeeper Joe: Fine! All of you may join us!

Everyone: Yey!

Peacekeeper Joe: But be careful, be quiet, and behave!

Gaius: No promises.

Prof.Demigloss: Can I-

Peacekeeper Joe: No. You’re old. Dr. Gaul hates old people.

Prof.Demigloss: But she’s old too!

Peacekeeper Joe: And you’re a crusty dinosaur who needs to retire.

Prof.Demigloss: Crispus is sad now.

Apollo: Bye, Professor! See you later!☺️

Prof.Demigloss: Goodbye, children. Bring me 3 blueberry waffles and a cup of expensive coffee on your way back.

Gaius: Sure! Livia will buy you 10!

Livia: Ew. No.

*2 hours later, inside Dr. Gaul’s creepy “totally legal” laboratory*

Apollo: Yo, guys, look at that!

Coryo: Look at what?

Apollo: That! *points at a random glass jar* It has an ugly lobster monster mutt inside!

Festus: Cool! Let’s touch it!

Apollo: Maybe it can even slow dance and sing a song for us!😀

Felix: I hope not.

Livia: I’m telling mother.

Androcles: I’m going to steal that lobster monster later.☺️

Felix: Good for you.

Diana: Guys, look at that! It’s a big ass glass with a lot of wiggly candy worms inside!

Lysistrata: Those things aren’t wiggly candy worms!

Diana: Yes, they are.

Lysistrata: Those are baby snakes!

Coryo: Rainbow snakes.

Livia: Obviously.🙄

Festus: Let’s talk to them!

Androcles: Let’s steal one!

Felix: Where’s Dr. Gaul?

Peacekeeper Joe: She’s still in her private break room sipping hot tea.

Festus: Good! Let’s feed those rainbow snakey snakes before that crazy doctor kicks us out!

Coryo: With what?

Festus: What what?

Coryo: What are we going to feed them? Our limbs?

Sejanus: *pulls a body bag out of nowhere* I have a large sack of gumdrops and bread crumbs with me.

Coryo: Ok. Let’s feed them- Scratch that. Let’s feed me first.

Festus: And me! I’m hungry.

Coryo: Babe, feed me.

Sejanus: Anything for you, my love!

Gaius: *takes out his lunchbox* But can I feed them these tiny cheese cubes?

Festus: Do snakes even like cheese?

Gaius: Everyone likes cheese.

Coryo: Where did you get those cheese cubes anyway? Did my crazy cousin and her annoying cheese fairies gave them to you?

Gaius: No. A drunk Professor Click gave them to me for free!

Coryo: Well, that’s unfortunate.

Gaius: Why?

Coryo: I’m pretty sure that “Miss Alcoholic Click” laced those cheese cubes of yours with either posca, whiskey, or both.

Festus: At least it’s not cyanide.

Sejanus: Or rat poison.😀

Gaius: But can a baby snake even become a proud alcoholic like Professor Click?

Coryo: I don’t know.

Festus: Let’s test it out!

Gaius: Yeah! Alcoholic baby snakes! Let’s go! *throws the cheese cubes inside the snakes’ enclosure*

Hilarius: I have a question!

Clemensia: No.

Hilarius: Do rainbow snakes like to eat apple tarts or banana bread?

Lysistrata: I have an apple tart!

Diana: Can they eat oranges?

Apollo: How about grapes?

Hilarius: I’ll throw a banana just to be sure.

Clemensia: Sure of what?

Hilarius: I don’t know. I just want to throw a banana.

Coryo: Just throw everything in.

Diana: Ok. Whatever you say, Snowy!

Everyone: *throws every snack available inside the glass cage*

Gaius: Look! They’re all eating my tiny cheese cubes!

Hilarius: And my banana.

Clemensia: Shouldn’t we be worried about our own safety?

Gaius: What safety? We’re just feeding Dr. Gaul’s baby snakes.

Coryo: Clemmie, do you want to feed the rainbow snakes too?

Clemensia: No.

Coryo: You can feed them a gumdrop.

Clemensia: Fine. One gumdrop and we’re done. *throws a red gumdrop inside the glass cage* Happy?

Coryo: Look at that, Clemmie! They ate your red gumdrop.

Clemensia: Really?

Coryo: They’re now happy!

Sejanus: Have another one, Clem.

Clemensia: Give me the whole sack.

Sejanus: Yey!

Androcles: I’m still stealing one.

Peacekeeper Joe: Well, you do you. Goodbye. I’m going outside. Peace!

Lysistrata: Bye, Officer Jovilius!

Peacekeeper Joe: Just call me Joe.

Coryo: Bye, Joe.

Peacekeeper Joe: Bye, losers.

Dr.Gaul: *walks in* Ah! Mr. Snow! Ms. Dovecote- Why the f*ck are you all here?!

Gaius: We’re feeding your rainbow snakey snakes for free!

Apollo: You’re welcome.☺️

Dr.Gaul: Get away from my babies!

Felix: That’s rude. We’re still feeding and they’re still eating.

Dr.Gaul: Stop feeding my snakes!

Festus: Why? They’re happy!

Dr.Gaul: You’re ruining my project!

Hilarius: They ate my banana.

Dr.Gaul: F*ck your banana!

Androcles: Guys! *grabs a snake* I can hold and hug them now!

Dr.Gaul: Don’t touch-

Diana: Andie, get another one! I wanna hold a baby snake too!

Apollo: Me too!

Androcles: Here you go. *gives Diana a snake* A yellow and blue baby snakey just for you.

Diana: Yey! He’s mine now!

Apollo: Let’s name him Scamander!

Diana: Our pretty baby Scamander!

Felix: Can I have one too?🥺

Androcles: Sure! Here’s a pretty pink one just for you, Class Pres! *gives a cute snake to Felix*

Felix: Thanks. I’ll name this one ✨Little Saturninus✨.

Coryo: That’s a cool name.

Sejanus: Let’s name our firstborn son ✨Saturninus✨, Coryo!

Coryo: Sure. I approve.

Sejanus: And let’s name our firstborn daughter ✨Cassiopeia✨!

Coryo: I like Cassandra better.

Sejanus: Cassiopeia’s better.

Lysistrata: Cassandra Cassiopeia Lysistrata Plinth!😀

Sejanus: No. Your name is too long and too complicated, Lizzie. Sorry.

Lysistrata: Really?

Coryo: It’s also connected to an old but infamous viral disease.

Lysistrata: Which one?

Coryo: Rabies.

Lysistrata: I knew it.😔

Sejanus: Cassiopeia Plinth it is!

Coryo: Babe, my love, you can name our firstborn son ✨Saturninus Xanthos Plinth✨. How about that?

Sejanus: Saturninus Sejanus Xanthos Plinth?!🥹

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you want.

Sejanus: Whatever I want?😍

Coryo: As long as I name our firstborn daughter ✨Cassandra Coriolana Xanthe Plinth✨.

Sejanus: Deal!

Dr.Gaul: What the actual f*ck.

Androcles: Yo, I got my rainbow snake! Let’s go! *runs away*

Dr.Gaul: F*ck this. I’m going home.

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mstophattii · 8 months

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Your weekly Team Fortress 2 newspaper is here!

AN INTRODUCTION

hello! Im Hatty, and this is the The Teufort Times (or TTT for short)! This is a newspaper about Team Fortess 2! Here we shall discuss community topics, updates, patch notes and balancing! And some more surprises. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated.

TODAY'S TOPIC: SNIPER

For some time, the TF2 community has talked a lot about sniper lately. Some say that he's perfectly balanced, while some say he's flat-out broken. Today, we will be exploring both sides of this argument.

THE PRO SNIPER SIDE:

quick-scoping takes a lot of skill.

if you let sniper throw his jarate at you and then hit proceed to hit you with the bushwacka its a 100% a skill issue.

he has low mobility and a low health pool.

THE ANTI SNIPER SIDE:

he can kill you from across the map.

quick-scoping can instakill 5/9 classes in the game. (and most of the times 8/9)

the jarate and bushwacka combo is busted, being able to one-shot 7/9 classes is not balanced in any way shape or form, specially for a class thats supposed to be weak on close quarters combat.

MY OPINION ON SNIPER:

look, im not an expert on sniper. He's my least played class. BUT, i have some ideias:

DAMAGE NERF APPLIED TO THE SNIPER RIFLES WHEN IN CLOSE QUARTERS:

so, my first ideia is that the sniper rifle would need a minimum distance to deal its full damage. When that minimum distance isnt met, the sniper rifle's damage would get chopped in half. And when that minimum distance is met, the rifle's damage would be back to normal.

BUFF THE SMG'S:

self explanatory, just give them a firing speed and damage bonus.

JARATE NERF:

i really dont know how to balance the jarate, but maybe a 15% slower deploy speed? 15% might be too much, so im not sure.

CONCLUSION:

Well, like it or not, sniper can be unfun to fight against. He isnt busted, and the outcry about sniper being broken was definetly influeced by the bot crisis, but he isnt the most balanced class in the game by a long shot (that title would go to demo or soldier in my opinion).

but in the end, we will always love this stupid australian bastard.

THE OCTOBER 19TH PATCH NOTES

TODAY'S WORKSHOP HIGHLIGHT:

The Conspiracy Cover-Up! (just click on the name to go to its page!)

The item was submitted by JPRAS, So Cute!, Sky and estraram.exe! Go check em out!

If you want this removed, just contact me on tumblr or discord (mrtophattygj).

TODAY'S PUZZLE:

The answers will be released tomorrow. (If its blurry, just click on the pic)

CONTACT INFO:

mrtophattygj - discord

MrTopHatty - gamejolt

If you have any topic sugestions just contact me on these social medias and i'll surely hear consider it!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, I WORKED MY ASS ON OF THIS AND I TRIED MY BEST!! PLEASE REBLOG!! AND IM SORRY FOR THE BAD ENGLISH ITS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE AND IM TIRED RN!! SORRY IF ITS BAD/SHORT OK THANKS TAKE CARE!!

#team fortress two #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress #video games #tf2 newspaper #the teufort times #TTT

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wholesome-sharks · 5 months

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Odysea Aquarium, Scottsdale AZ

Mom took me and my sister to the Odysea last month for my birthday! Sorry I haven't posted sooner but HERE ARE THE PICS!

This window over the downstairs bathroom sink was officially voted coolest bathroom in the USA (the plaque said 2017, I think). Why? Because it views into the Voyager shark tank. Trevally, other fish, and FIVE DIFFERENT SPECIES OF SHARKS swim past this window and will even go behind the bubble screen while people are washing their hands. I couldn't get a pic of the sandbar shark when it swam by the window bc it went by pretty quick. But this restroom is by the front entrance and it is the perfect appetizer to a gourmet experience.

Also, trevally are HUGE.

Here is the mascot species of the Odysea, a sand tiger/gray nurse/ragged tooth shark. The bubble fountain at the back of the photo hides the bathroom window.

The Sea Trek tank on the upper floor had mostly tropical fish, but it had a zebra shark and A BONNETTHEAD SHARK! SQUEEEEE!!!! Internally crying for joy!!!!

Brown-banded Bamboo Shark in the shark/ray touch aquarium. A couple of times while I was hanging out by this tank I saw it roll onto its side and scratch itself in the sand--I've seen that on video so I jumped whenever I saw it happen. The cownose rays in the touch tanks are absolutely spoiled and swim up to the surface for pets ASAP when they see you approach.

Benthic buddies: here's the brown-banded bamboo shark lying next to the white-spotted bamboo shark.

Magnificent zebra shark in the movie theater tank. The movie theater would play 10-minute videos and then move the screen back up between showings. I think this was probably my favorite tank. There was a second zebra shark (Stegostoma tigrinum) in this tank.

They also had LEOPARD SHARKS (Triakis semifasciata) !!!!!! again, my cup runneth over!

Epaulette sharks in the Great Barrier Reef tunnel. The one laying on the glass was a male and so he was flashing EVERYONE with his claspers (blurry pic--but maybe that's for the better). There was also an epaulette shark in the stingray touch tank.

Got to spend a few moments of shared eye contact with this epaulette shark💖

Back to the Voyager tank. Here is a sandbar shark and the head of a LEMON SHARK. There were at least two lemon sharks in the Voyager tank. It took me a moment to recognize them. The Voyager tanks are kind of dark, and ofc with no natural sunlight the lemon sharks don't get to show off their color properly. Maybe they should change the light fixtures.

Here's a sandbar shark again along with a view of the reef in the Voyager tank. Again, the trevally are ENORMOUS, bigger than the blacktip reef shark (either that, or BTRs are just small). I deliberately avoided taking too many photos and focused more on the experience, so these are just the highlights of the sharks. Also I've seen the giant Amazon rainforest fish before so no need to repeat.

Have some random aquarium denizens:

Aquarium review: They definitely put money and effort into making the aquarium a good home for the animals as well as engaging and educational for visitors. I was able to be up close and personal with the sharks, which was exactly what I wanted. I feel like the rotating Voyager exhibit is a little overrated--the cheesy Holiday-themed narration didn't help. Aquarium staff kept their distance but were helpful when needed. Starbucks on the second floor is nice. Super expensive but definitely worth it. 8 out of 10.

#long post #aquarium #aquarium review #leopard shark #zebra shark #epaulette shark #bamboo sharks #white spotted bamboo shark #lemon shark #sandbar shark #bonnethead shark #sand tiger shark #marine animals #penguin #rays #stingrays

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shallitickleyournerdbutton · 3 years

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After the heartache of the Volume 8 finale, I would like to return to a happier point in the show and suggest some memes/jokes that I like to think the students at Beacon would have had. More closely inline with the RWBY Chibi-verse, than the actual show - where Nothing Bad Ever Happened.

"Who's child is this?" being used to refer to Ruby - the youngest student at Beacon - when she's left unsupervised and/or doing something odd.

"I'd let Glynda punish/whip me for one corn chip."

Every now and again "Missing - Have you seen this person?" posters for Professor Peach will pop up around campus. No one knows who it is that keeps making them.

Vomit Boy candids being taken and shared any time Jaune is Suffering™️ on some form of transport.

The Great One plush of Pyrrha exists in-universe... and becomes the go-to prize for any stupid competition between the students. There's at least a dozen of these dolls on campus now, owned by various people and won as "spoils of war."

There's a dedicated chalkboard in the combat room for tallying how many times Nora has launched someone into the stratosphere. Notable mentions are listed on the board alongside her of other people who have achieved this feat - including Yang, Yatsuhashi, and Glynda.

(She launched both Port and Oobleck one day when they kept annoying her. Sometimes, their screams can still be heard if you listen closely enough.)

"There's that old guy again..." "Oh, shopkeep? Yea, he's everywhere. Don't think too much about it."

This leads to "Don't think too much about it." becoming something of a slogan for every time anything unusual happens.

"Candy canes, kids! One for Sun Wukong, one for Yang Xiao-Long, ooh four for Coco Adel, you go Coco!"

"I--"

"Andnoneforweissschneebye~"

Team STRQ having something akin to legend status at Beacon, whispered in hushed voices for fear and reverence of their names. There's a war between the students regarding team JNPR as their successors vs. the students who insist JNPR are not anywhere near worthy of such a title.

"How many team CRDLs does it take to beat Pyrrha?"

Blurry fancam-style videos of the Qrow vs. Winter fight out in the courtyard being traded around like baseball cards with other students. Some try and manufacture a "rematch" of this with the materials they've got - trying to get Ruby and Weiss to fight each other.

That weird sing-song "HellOooOo~" that Yang sometimes does being mimicked by everyone. And I mean everyone.

Any time there's a significant lull in conversations or classes, someone often asks "Why are we here?" which never fails to make everyone in the vicinity groan.

"Ozpin is compensating for something" jokes about his office chair - including at least one popular response being "it's the war crimes", without them knowing just how accurate they actually are.

"On a scale of Ren-Nora, how excited do you want me to be?"

"Ladies Love Lavender" referring to Lisa Lavender having her own in-universe fandom mostly comprised of women. (Lavender being associated with lesbians irl, and I just think this would be funny.)

The sight of Ren just picking up and carrying Nora away from something is so commonplace that other people start doing it to their friends when they Need To Stop.

"Why is Blake's bow so big?" "Because it's full of secrets."

Blake being a closet faunus being such a poorly hidden secret that by the time she finally takes off the bow no one actually even notices.

The betting pool surrounding exactly what it is in Ozpin's cup - coffee being one of the least popular options, and souls being the top choice.

Using Yatsuhasi as a unit of measurement.

Photoshopping adorable images of Velvet onto various "cute" animal memes.

Everyone wanting to be spanked by Coco Adel.

"I'd let Fox blow me up too."

"Why is Weiss' hair so long?" "To reflect the length of her father's crimes."

Everyone mimicking Pyrrha's memetic "I'm sorry!" anytime they apologise for anything. Even going as far to do it while apologising to things that don't require apologies - like inanimate objects.

"Are Port and Oobleck, you know... 💅?"

In fact, just that 💅 being used to refer to a large number of people at Beacon. Actual LGBT students picking this up and using it towards grimm when they're attacked to question the sexuality/homophobia of the grimm targeting them over their peers.

Threatening Neptune with water anytime he flirts with a girl who is clearly Not Interested in him.

No one knowing who, exactly, the other two members of team SSSN are - with wild theories abounding about who they may be. Popular choices include Shopkeep, Zwei, and Professor Peach.

This persists even after their tournament fights where they're shown. Scarlet and Sage are perfectly content with this, and participate.

"Arslan's/Pyrrha's back must be aching from constantly carrying her entire team."

And the respective responses of, "Reese/Nora are alright."

Similar jokes about Glynda also carrying the entire faculty/academy on her back.

"Salutations!"

The war between the "Irondaddy" fanbase, and his haters - who refer to him with various derogatory versions of his name. "Metalpenis", "Coppercock", "Chromeshaft", etc.

Anytime someone is doing something ~questionable~ donning a pair of glasses and/or imitating Oz or Oobleck pushing them back up their nose with accompanying menacing body language. (Kubrick Stare optional.)

Mercury having a foot fetish, courtesy of the people who caught him sniffing shoes at the festival.

"Did <character> just die?" "You know, it was really unclear." any time someone takes some insane damage in a fight and isn't seen for some time afterwards.

Everyone trying to locate and get a pic of the ~mysterious~ fourth member of team CMSN, who has only ever been spotted once - her tournament fight in the first round. Beacon's version of "Where's Wally?"

The Sympathy Fund for Emerald and her one-sided crush on Cinder. "She could honestly do so much better."

People offering themselves up as tribute to spar with Pyrrha/Yang/Coco/Sun just so they can be beaten up by the hottest people on campus.

"I drink milk!" being used as a defensive argument in wildly inappropriate contexts.

Naming grimm really boring names and attempting to keep them as pets.

The innumerous times Port has allowed a "zoo-break" to happen under his watch and everyone having to assist in recovering his prized subjects.

"Where the fuck are all the fourth years?" "Ozpin's soul collection."

Candid shots of Glynda Suffering™️ being shared similarly to the ones of Vomit Boy.

Ranking people based on their Patience Levels - Pyrrha, Ren, Glynda, Emerald, and Fox being frequent top markers based on the bullshit they put up with from their respective teams.

"Saint Pyrrha" being a common nickname for her, and her neverending niceness towards people who absolutely do not not deserve it.

Weiss' "Hey!" being replicated amongst the student body and slowly growing more and more high-pitched in its replication until it eventually just becomes a shrill noise. Even so, everyone still knows what it means - and Weiss is absolutely unamused by all of this.

In fact, a lot of early!Weiss' comments being mercilessly mocked by everyone - "I'm a victim!" being one of them.

Renowned fear permitting amongst the student body regarding Yang's red eyes meaning Serious Business. Morphs into references of "going full Yang" to mean having rage-fuelled temper tantrums.

"Never miss a beat, never miss a beat" becoming a mantra for focusing on a task. This inspires several remixes of Neon saying it, and again with no one knowing who it is making them.

By all means, feel free to add any more that you all think of! I could use a laugh!

Also, check the notes for additions!

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in-the-dollpalace · 2 years

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Rating Kit’s entire collection

We are finally back with another ratings post! I’m sorry i can’t do these more often, they take a lot of time and energy, so I’m usually to busy to sit down and make them, now nearly a whole year has passed since i started this series!

But thats alright, because we only have 5 more to go after this one, and hopefully i can do them more often after this. I thought about removing unessasary commentary, but alot of you said you liked it, so i kept it in.

anyway i guess lets get into it! since i go in order of the year it takes place, its kit’s turn!

Doll and meet outfits

1. original meet outfit

doll: 10/10 I love her short bob! it really helps reflect her time periods fashion trends so well!

outfit: 8/10 I don’t particually care for this outfit, but i do love how true it is to the time period and the detail that the skirt is supposed to be made of a flour sack.

2. beforever meet outfit

4/10 what the hell is this. I mean it is a subjectively cute dress, but it doesnt fit kit’s story at all! It is way to modern, but even if it is historically accurate, that type of printed fabric and decoration would be way to expensive for the kitterages to buy for an everyday dress for her.

3. original meet accesories

10/10 omg cute! i’ve said it before, and will say it again. I love historical coins!

4. beforever meet accesories

5/10 its so... empty. now there is nothing to put in her purse :(

School collection

1. school dress

9/10 again, not really my personal favorite but i do love the little... flower boquets? (not for sure what they are the pic is to blurry)

2. book bag and supplies

10/10 i love the dog binder

3. swivel chair and desk

10/10 I always love seeing how the girl’s desks have evolved and changed depending on their setting. It’s become a niche interest of mine.

4. school lunch

10/10 i love the tin lunch box with the train!

holiday collection

1. christmas dress

10/10 so festive and cute! I adore the dog pin on her collar

2. Aviator doll

10/10 I havn’t had the chance to read her books yet, but i heard she likes amelia earhart? if so, that is such an amazing interest!

3. Waffle iron

9/10 I like the little recipe cards, and the holly branches too but idk if those were actually included. My only gripe with this is that kit’s iron should have been square shaped, the round ones were a bit more expensive in the 30s.

4. typewriter set

10/10 I always have had an interest in typewriters. Like i said before, i havn;t read her books yet, who is the photo of?

Birthday collection

1. birthday dress

10/10 it looks like a green version of annie’s dress!

2. grace the dog

10/10 i’ve always wanted a dog like this

3. party treats

8/10 i don’t really like this set, but i do like the cute cake.

4. glasswear and linens

10/10 reminds me of my grandmas house, probably because she grew up when this was popular lmao

5. table and chairs

10/10 this is one of my favorite table and chair sets they have made

Summer collection

1. overalls

10/10 hello lgbt community

2. hobo camp supplies

10/10 i’d buy this just for the binoculars tbh

winter collection

1. coat

10/10 looks cute!

2. hat and mittens

9/10 wish they came with the coat

3. photography set

10/10 i love everything about this set

bedtime collection

1. beach pajamas and slippers

10/10 aw it looks like a little sailor suit!

2. sriped nightie

8/10 I beleive this one is based on her movie? I don’t like it as much as her original pjs

3. day bed and bedding

9/10 not a fan of the green and pink combo but still like the bed overall

4. bedtime extras

10/10 omg the old timey phone!!!

5. trunk

10/10 its good as far as trunks go. Although i wonder how much it can actually hold?

extra outfits

1. treehouse outfit

10/10 cute, but it kinda reminds me of southpark 💀

2. baseball fan outfit

10/10 i like how the also gave her an interest in baseball

3. beach outfit

9/10 cute, but the goggles have me hollaring 💀

4. school skirt set

8/10 its very pretty, but looks like something an adult would wear back then, not a kid.

5. play suit

10/10 so cute

4. summer dress

8/10 i absolutely adore this dress, but i feel like this one is a bit to expensive/girly for kit (unless mrs. kitterage made it?)

extra accessories

1. beach chair

10/10 i’ve never seen one of these chairs in real life funnily enough

2. cookstove

10/10 looks just like the one i found in my grandmas storage room

3. produce and preserves

10/10 cottagecore vibes

4. washday set

10/10 my #1 post from this year with the most notes was talking about this set

5. holiday baking set

10/10 i love baking, so seeing vintage baking stuff reminds me of looking through old cookbooks.

6. scooter

10/10 this is possibly the most iconic thing in her whol collection. even if you don’t know much about her collection, you know this.

movie outfits

1. floral dress

9/10 maybe unpopular, but i actually like this dress on her. it feels just the right amount of “kit” without being to frilly

2. treehouse

10/10 so cute

3. reporter dress

10/10 same as i said with the first one

4. reporter accessories

10/10 it fits right in with her collection

Beforever

1 reporter dress

7/10 i like it but it just feels.. off?

2. photographer outfit

0/10 what the frick frack, paddy wack, cracker jack, thumbtack is this shit??? what the hell was ag thinking? not only is it ugly as hell, but it also, again, does not fit her character or story at all. It looks like something a 5 year old wear where to easter sunday church service in 2012.

3. chicken keeping set

4/10 again with the pastels? is this supposed to fill the viod left by her old overall set? why AG, why.

4. one peice pajamas

3/10 ugly color and pattern

5. play dress

6/10 actually kinda cute. a breath of fresh air after the last 3. But still not very fitting for her.

6. mini golf outfit

5/10 i want to like it but i don’t. like i said, I havn’t read her books, does she ever play mini golf?

7. christmas outfit

4/10 definantly christmassy, but its just a cheap copy of her old dress, but worse. also the fabric is a ripoff of addy’s dress.

8. gardening outfit

5/10 well its at least better than the last overall outfit, but thats a low bar.

Beforever accesories

1. bed and bedding

4/10 its a weird, vibrant version of her old bed. my eyes are watering

2. radio set

8/10 alright, i admit that i like this one

3. christmas stocking

9/10 this is cute. still knocked a point off just because im mad about beforever >:(

4. garden accessories

6/10 cheap knockoff version of her produce and perserves set

5. garden stand

5/10 no comment

ruthies collection

1. doll and meet outfit

10/10 love ruthie. i know that she would have rocked half the outfits in this post. (not #2 of beforever though. that should be burned)

2. meet accesories

10/10 very cute

3. play outfit

8/10 i don’t know how to feel

4. satin pjs

10/10 ruthies pjs walked so that rebecca’s pjs could run

5. christmas dress

10/10 it has a similar vibe to samantha’s christmas dress, yall know what i mean?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That’s all! As we have seen again, beforever has absolutely massacered my girls. I hope AG restores her old collection, but thats laughable considering their antics lately. I hope y’all liked this post!

#kit kittredge #beforever slander #rating american girl dolls #Ruthie Smithens

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book-o-scams · 3 years

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I know this is way out of season, how many times were you an EEnE character for Halloween? Did anybody recognize who you were dressed as? My brother was Double D in 2000 and when we went trick or treating at the mall, a lady (employee of the mall) was like “hey you’re one of those Ed boys. I love that show!”

I’m really sorry, I literally saved this like a year, was going to answer it on Halloween, then fell asleep forgetting to finish the answer, then eventually losing what I wrote. Sooo... New Year’s can be Halloween too, because I said so!

1. I dressed as Edd for the last Halloween where I trick-or-treated as a kid, 12-years-old/2003. I think the friend I was with knew who I was but definitely not the adults whose doors we knocked on, lol.

2. The next year I think I may have been animating more so I did a really lazy Ed costume just to hand out candy, age 13/2004. Nobody got that one and in retrospect I wondered why I did it. Don’t remember how I did the unibrow, but I remember the only red-and-white-striped shirt I could scrounge up was one of my mom’s old maternity shirts, so I was greeting the door in something I technically wore as a fetus.

3. I was really into animating in my high school years, so I didn’t trick-or-treat again until a party with my friends in senior year, age 17/2008. I completed my trio and wore an Eddy costume where I made his shirt by terribly using tie-dyeing logic on one of my old Catholic school uniform shirts, lmao. I think I brought an empty pickle jar instead of a candy basket... then realizing at the party that a pickle jar is much smaller than anything anyone else had for a basket, so I was loaned a pillow, haha. And to make sure I didn’t have to explain this costume to everyone I met, I also brought a tiny Eddy figurine keychain from one of those small vending machines (which was a gift, I’ve never been lucky enough to see a vending machine with Eds in it myself).

4. The next year, age 18/2009, the movie was the only thing on my mind-- I had watched the leak a million times and then it was finally going to premiere 8 days after Halloween, so I decided to be Bro and just tell every stranger who didn’t know Eds that I was being “a scary carnie.” That costume was to trick-or-treat with another party with a brand new group of friends, who I’ve stayed in touch with. I’ve posted a blurry pic of that before where my head’s sideways, trying to be creepy like Bro.

age 19 I made up a costume out of junk, age 20 I skipped cuz it was on a Monday so my friends were busy, age 21 I was Milhouse...

5. This is where it gets dicey... I think next I was Eddy when I was 22 in 2013 (with my [spouse, but not yet at that time] Erica as Edd), where I wore the exclusive Eddy-costume polo shirt that AKA gave its staff as a gift one year, which Raven had sent me the previous year for my birthday! This was for a party with new-neighbors/former-coworkers, very adulty, no trick-or-treating.

6. I can’t remember what was going on next... age 23/2014 I may have been Eddy again for pretty much the same party again, which is why I don’t remember that year very distinctly. Or Erica and I may have switched, maybe I was Edd that time...

age 24/2015 was a cursed Halloween where I shattered my foot randomly in the morning and had to not be part of a Halloween buffet event that Erica and I had free tickets to at some fancy place around the Disneyworld resorts.

I can’t remember what I did Halloweens 2016 or 2017... I think one of them was at Disneyworld, I think both involved trick-or-treating with my niece Mimi, but I might have been Edd that time, and if so, then I think I was Eddy for #6...

7. And I want to say the last time I was an Ed for Halloween was age 27/2018, where Erica was having her first Halloween working the same dayjob as me in several years. I know for sure this time I was Edd and Erica was Eddy. I think I remember feeling like it was lazy that I was being him again, so that’s why I suspect I may have been Edd for #6... At one point, I had to explain who I was to my managers and the only example I had on my desk was the big-headed off-model posable Edd toy, and I remember they joked that I was just in my weekend clothes since Edd’s outfit does just look like casual clothing. After work, we trick-or-treated with our niece Mimi again.

SO in total, I’ve definitely been an EEnE character 7 times, possibly 8. I’ve been Edd and Eddy like 2-3 times each, Ed once and Bro once.

I’ve deeply considered a Kevin costume, mainly for the fun confusion it would cause with my name. The outfit would be so easy but it’s too hard to sell me on wearing shorts on a cold Halloween night.

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lucidpantone · 3 years

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You don’t have to wear a mask in belgium outside unless you’re walking down a busy shopping street or something. Also why would he be posting a story like that from a year ago? (Not saying it is him, the picture is too blurry for that haha)

Am confused I talk to a ton of belgians on the daily and they all wear mask 25/8. Also anon wear a mask where ever you are dear. Better safe than sorry. I literally had a belgian tell me its almost peculiar not to see someone wearing a mask. So IDK ..... everyone wears a mask here so its would be very very rare to have two people in a pic not wear a mask. It could also just not be DS too. That kid loves repeating clothes and I would remember burnt orange cargo pants hahahah. Like hello early 2000′s!

#lucidpantone anons #idk people dont walk around maskless here so dont know what to tell you #wear a mask everyone

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ashsilla · 5 years

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Losses (Part One)

Book: Platinum

Ship: Raleigh Carrera (M) x MC (Suiko Hono)

Rating: T

A/N: Raleigh has a reputation for a reason. Suiko has some feelings she probably shouldn’t have in a doctored relationship. When Raleigh slips up, she is left hurt and reeling — and falling into a comforting set of arms as a result. (Raleigh x MC with a healthy dose of protective older brother Avery) (Set when Raleigh and MC are still in their PR relationship)

Tag List: @lunalixo @sunnyxdazed @furiouscloddonutpeanut @lovedrakewalker

Bzzt.

Suiko snapped awake, her eyes cracking open. Her bedroom was still dark, her sheets wrapped around and around her legs, her hair stuck to her face and tangled.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Her phone, tucked unceremoniously beneath her pillow, was buzzing like crazy. A small, sad groan escaped her mouth as she realized it must be her alarm, which meant it was morning, which meant she had to get up. Slowly, she lifted the screen, letting it flicker to light.

4:33 in the morning?

That was definitely not her alarm.

And...texts? So many texts.

She saw Fiona and Hank, Shane and Avery, and finally Raleigh. All messages from the last five minutes.

Suiko frowned and clicked open Shane’s message first.

just saw the pic suiko, i’m sorry. know it’s super early but do u want me to come over or something? let me know

What pictures? A small sense of panic began to blossom in her chest. All her half-asleep mind could imagine was an image of her, bedraggled and depressed in the banana suit, dancing on the sidewalk, all over tabloid covers. Please, God, let that not be it. She opened Hank’s message next.

Suiko, has Fiona reached you yet? If not, give me a call. Let me know if you need anything...

The panic spread. Her fingers wobbled as she moved on to Fiona’s messages.

Suiko. Call me.

Are you sleeping?

Look at this when you wake up: http://eenews/raleigh-carrera-returns-to-his-roots-despite-budding-romance-with-starlet-suiko-hono

Meet at the office at 8 AM this morning to discuss how to move forwards.

The panic had turned to full on fear. What had happened that was bad enough to warrant a meeting on “how to move forwards?” Suiko clicked on the link in the text with shaking hands.

A web page popped up — the most popular celebrity gossip site, EE! News. The headline spelled out in big, ugly letters: Raleigh Carrera Returns to His Roots Despite Budding Romance with Starlet Suiko Hono.

She was awake now. And she began to read.

Early last night, infamous R&B bad boy Raleigh Carrera was spotted at Theory Nightclub in Manhattan without Suiko Hono, girlfriend and winner of this season of ‘One in a Million,’ who just released her first album ‘Kamikaze’ last week. Insider reports say he was downing drinks — does this smell of a breakup? — and a photo snapped by a club guest shows that he was getting cozy with an unnamed girl.

Suiko’s heart throbbed in her chest. Even as her muscles seized, she kept reading.

Before he started shacking up with Hono, Carrera infamously dated models Isabella and Gianna Ladid at the same time, resulting in the sisters’ legal battle over their brand. Prior to that, he left one-hit-wonder Koko Dianni broken hearted in a famously quoted public breakup. Has Suiko Hono’s time come to be the next victim of Raleigh’s frigid heart?

Whether Carrera’s choice to get wasted last night was the result of a breakup, boredom, or a return to his old ways, we have many questions! Namely: who is the mystery girl? Where is Suiko Hono? Has the music industry’s newest couple already gone off the rails? Come back to EE! News, your source for celebrity entertainment, for more information as this story unfolds.

Suiko read the article once. Twice. Three times. Each time the words were the same, and each time they were uglier than the last.

It was like being punched in the stomach, but somehow even worse, even more intimate than that, something that wouldn’t go away on its own. Because this would quite possibly never go away.

At the bottom of the article, a picture, blurry but clear enough, was posted. Yes, that was Raleigh all right — all clean lines and dark curls and intrigue. But sitting at his side, so close she might as well be on his lap, was a girl in a green sequined dress whose blonde hair ran in curls down her back. A girl who was definitely not Suiko.

EE! News flashed as another update rolled in. More texts were coming in too, but Suiko was overwhelmed and her vision had started to blur with tears, and the room was dark and disorienting around her in the early morning’s shadows.

Rubbing the moisture from her eyes, she loaded the updated EE! article.

More pictures.

The blonde girl, hand resting on Raleigh’s chest.

Raleigh, licking salt off the edge of a glass and staring at her through his dark lashes.

The two of them locked in a kiss in what looked like the alley outside the club.

Suiko turned her phone off and collapsed back into the sheets, breathing hard. Tightness spiraled between her lungs, and she let out a wheeze.

In her mind, all she could see was Raleigh’s face �� grinning down at her after making a joke, smirking when he caught her staring at him, surprisingly gentle when he thought she wasn’t watching. Raleigh, holding her hand on their dates. Raleigh, carrying her through the rain and puddles so her new shoes wouldn’t be ruined. Raleigh helping her brainstorm lyrics and celebrating her album’s release. Raleigh kissing her as if it was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he’d ever wanted.

It was the only thing she wanted, and yet, none of what she so desperately clung to in her memories had been remotely real.

So why was this feeling so real? Why did her heartbeat keep getting faster, her breaths shorter, her tears hotter?

Maybe she’d been kidding herself these past months. Maybe she’d imagined that, somehow, Raleigh had felt the same thing she had -- something new and fragile and beautiful that bloomed when they were together. Something that went deeper than the PR glances and kisses and dates.

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

Someone was calling. Suiko glanced down at the phone with frightened eyes.

It was Raleigh.

Somehow the panic inside her worsened. With a strangled gasp, she watched as the call rang, and rang, and rang, and went to voicemail. After a long minute or two, the voicemail message popped up too. Along with several new texts.

Suiko unlocked her phone, which automatically opened her texts with Raleigh.

can we talk?

i’m sure you’ve seen it by now. call? too much for text

She exhaled sharply and played his voicemail.

“Hey, Suiko. Listen...all of that stuff you’re probably seeing...it’s not what it looks like, okay? Call me. Or come over. Or I can come over there.”

After the last word he spoke, the line stayed silently connected for several seconds before cutting out, like he’d been waiting for a response.

Suiko stared at the messages. ‘It’s not what it looks like’ is what people said when it was exactly what it looked like.

A fresh wave of misery roiled inside her.

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

Another call: from Avery Wilshere.

Suiko hastened to pick up. He immediately spoke on the other line.

“Suiko? Are you alright?”

She paused. “Is it true?” was all that came out of her mouth, and she was disgusted to find that her voice was thick with sleep and tears.

Avery sighed, and she got the feeling that she hadn’t been meant to hear it. “I had Fiona call EE! News. The pictures aren’t fake.”

The last bit of hope that had bloomed in Suiko’s chest shriveled. “Oh,” she whispered into the phone.

“I’m coming over,” said Avery resolutely, the sound of shuffling accompanying his words.

“You don’t have to—”

“Be there in ten.”

The line went dead.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a sharp knock sounded at the door and Avery Wilshere stood on the other side of the threshold, hair still mussed from sleep, but glowing gold as he always did— even with bedhead.

Before she could say a word, he was folding her into his arms, pulling her tight against his chest. She took a deep inhale, letting herself be grounded by his familiar laundry-and-baked-goods scent. She didn’t realize she was crying until she saw the wet marks on his shirt as they separated.

“What do you need?” he said softly, brushing the hair from her face.

Suiko stared into his good, earnest face. She didn’t know what she needed. Didn’t know what she wanted.

So she said, “Sleep.”

He let out a small, understanding smile, and led her carefully back into her bedroom. “I’ll be right back,” he told her upon depositing her on the bed. In a moment he returned with a glass of water and a hair band.

As she drank, he pulled her long, dark locks back into a braid down her spine. Suiko hadn’t even realized that her hair, sticking to her face and neck, had been contributing to the trapped feeling in her heart.

“I need to sleep,” she told him again.

Avery smiled, his blue eyes gentle. “I’ll be here.”

When she woke up, her phone was buzzing again. This time, sunlight streamed in through the windows, and morning sounds of yelling and car engines and horns penetrated the walls.

Suiko stared at the chair by her bed.

Avery was seated there, one hand propped on his hand, eyes closed as he slept.

A sudden feeling of fondness stretched in her chest as she watched him.

Until the events of the night clawed back into her consciousness. Suiko grabbed her phone. Fiona was calling. She quickly answered.

“Fiona?”

“Where are you?” came the sharp reply. “You were supposed to be here at 8. Am I expected to deal with this circus on my own?”

Suiko couldn’t help it — she sniffled. Just loud enough to be heard over the phone.

“Can you be here at two?” Fiona said, her tone fractionally kinder.

“Yes,” said Suiko miserably.

“Eat some breakfast,” said Fiona briskly, and promptly hung up the phone.

On the screen blinked several messages from the woman herself, a couple more from Shane, and twelve — twelve! — from Raleigh.

Someone started to bang on the door.

Suiko glanced over at Avery. He was still sleeping, and looked so peaceful that she didn’t want to wake him. She crept out of bed into her apartment.

Whoever was knocking was still there. She could hear pacing footsteps, then another round of incessant knocking. Warily, she unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

Raleigh.

He wore what looked like clothes from the night before -- a wrinkled gray t-shirt and dark jacket.

“Suiko,” he breathed, like he was relieved. “Can I come in?”

She just stared at him. His words weren’t making sense in her brain. None of this was making sense in her brain. Every time she looked at him, she saw that other girl wrapped around him.

“Please,” Raleigh said, and she’d never heard his voice sound like that before. In that brief moment of surprise, she took a step back and he entered the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“Are you here to tell me that it’s not true?” Suiko’s voice sounded small and glum even to her own ears. She focused her eyes on the floor by Raleigh’s shoe so she wouldn’t have to look into those eyes.

Then she felt his hands, lightly touching her shoulders. “I’m here to explain.”

“What if she doesn’t want an explanation?” came a voice behind them.

Suiko spun to see Avery, tousled hair and all, standing at the door to her bedroom with a stony expression. She felt, more than saw, the stiffness that ran through Raleigh at the sight.

“What are you doing here?” snapped Raleigh, all traces of softness gone. His eyes were flicking between Avery and the bedroom door.

Avery stalked forwards. “I’ve been here all night, comforting Suiko for something you did.” His voice was cold and tight -- not like his usual gentle cadence at all.

Raleigh’s hands tightened on her shoulders. “She doesn’t need your comforting.”

Suiko said quietly, “Let go of me.” He flinched, but obediently, his fingers loosened and released her. Avery advanced, pulling Suiko slightly behind him.

“Don’t touch her,” Raleigh snapped, fury blazing in his dark eyes.

Avery scoffed. “I’d say if you want to touch her ever again, you’d better start grovelling.”

“I’m here to explain!” Raleigh took a controlled breath, hands fisting at his sides. “Last night wasn’t like how the tabloids are spinning it. I mean, yes. I went out. I guess I had too much to drink. I don’t know -- I don’t remember.” He finally glanced away. “I swear, when she kissed me, I shoved her off right after that picture was taken.”

“Fuck you, Carrera,” Avery spat, and Suiko gasped. She’d never heard the blonde pop singer swear. She’d never seen him this angry. “You expect her to believe that?”

“Yes, because it’s true!” Raleigh’s eyes locked with hers. “I swear. That’s all that happened.” A dark shadow fell over his face. “My PR team sent me there...to that bar. They encouraged me to drink. I think they even could have hired that girl.”

Suiko shivered. She wanted badly to believe him. But her brain was still fuzzy from sleep, and Avery and Raleigh were staring each other down, and Fiona’s presence seemed to loom over the room even though she wasn’t there. It was all too much.

“I...I don’t know,” she stammered stupidly.

Avery seemed to sense the way she was shrinking in on herself. “I think you should go,” he said to Raleigh.

“Yeah? Make me.”

“No --” Suiko began, but they were already advancing on each other, nearly nose to nose.

“I have more right to be here than you,” hissed Raleigh venomously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m her boyfriend, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Please,” Suiko said, but they didn’t notice her quiet word. It was as if they’d forgotten she was in the room too.

Avery flashed a dangerous smile that looked more like baring his teeth. “Think you’re going to be holding onto that title for much longer?”

A moment of stillness filled the room. There were many things in that long second that came after Avery’s remark: a flash of deep anger in Raleigh’s dark eyes; a tightening in the muscles at the back of Avery’s neck; the sound of a car door slamming outside; the sensation of being frozen and unable to move an inch.

And then that moment ended.

Avery and Raleigh crashed together with a terrible sound. Suiko leaped back as she watched Raleigh land a solid punch, right to Avery’s jaw. The blonde pop singer retaliated quickly, driving his fist into Raleigh’s abdomen. They became a blur of motion, of swinging limbs and grunts of pain and horrible fury.

“Stop,” said Suiko, and realized she was crying. Then louder, “Stop!”

They both froze. Avery had the sense to look guilty. Raleigh just wore an expression that said, what-do-you-expect-from-me?

“I want both of you to leave.” She pulled her arms tight around herself. “Right now.”

Avery looked stricken. He stared down at his hands like he couldn’t recognize them. “Suiko, I --”

“Please just go.”

He swallowed and nodded, a quick and jerky movement. And then he was gone.

“You too,” she said to Raleigh.

But he was staring at her. His face was so open, in a way she hadn’t seen before. And before she could say anything -- before she could even think of something else to say -- he was cradling her in his arms and kissing her, softly, like she was made of glass. He’d split his knuckles in the fight, and as his hand brushed over her cheek, she felt the warm wetness of his blood. It brought her back to the present.

“I can’t do this right now.” Suiko pulled back with difficulty.

“Please --”

“Go.”

His dark eyes flickered. Then he slouched through the door, pulling it shut behind him. Suiko watched him leave.

She was in so deep over her head.

#playchoices #choices #pixelberry #raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #raleigh carrera x mc #avery wilshere #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #platinum #pb platinum #platinum pb #choices platinum #platinum choices #ashsilla #losses

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peachvly · 5 years

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Editing tips! (+ some very cool psd’s 😎)

Before we start, just a heads up that i use reshade which does let me adjust colours, shadows, saturation etc. in-game. (but you can totally use these tips with/without reshade because i still do these things when i forget to turn reshade on lol) also i use photoshop to edit my screenshots! there are a lot of ways to.. ahum *pirate* photoshop so i would def recommend getting it if your really getting serious about editing!

also i dont really keep up with simstagram so im not to sure if editing styles are different on there - but yeah these are a few things i recommend when it comes to editing!!

One thing i cant recommend enough is topaz clean! its so amazing at cleaning up lines and smoothing things out!!! as you can see the photo looks 10x better! and overall less blurry lol.

after adjusting topaz clean how i like, i usually use a bunch of psd’s because im very lazy

here’s a few examples of the ones i use most:

(also sorry about the blurriness still trying to figure out how to stop tumblr turning the quality to 💩)

1. PXLBOX POP! (great for gameplay as well)

2. HAPPY PILLS (has some fun addons + great for people just starting with psd’s)

3. Clover (simple + great for gameplay as well)

4. La Vie En Rose (pretty simple but also stylised)

5. Muddy Boots (good for combining with other psd’s)

6. Retro pepsi (originally meant for scenery but can add some interesting hues to other pics)

7. Rosebud (has a lot of fun addons! is a bit confusing though)

8. just thought i would give an example of how i combine psd’s - this helps me make a really nicely edited photo! i do end up playing around with the psd’d for around 40 mins until i am happy with it.

also just a heads up - dont expect every psd to work for every screenshot, its changes each time you use it so make sure to adjust the psd’s if you feel like things are looking off!

One more thing i really recommend when it comes to editing, is grabbing the Keep Dark Sims Dark psd, it helps so much when it comes to keeping skin tones accurate!

ok cool! thats about all i really do when it comes to editing!

hope this helped,

have a lovely day!

#ts4 #s4 #the sims 4 #ts4mm #s4mm #ts4 editing #ts4 psd #psd #sims psd #sims 4 psd #🌼

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redgillan · 6 years

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Missed Chances - part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: 13 Going on 30!AU - Steve Rogers is crazy about you, but he’s afraid his feelings are only one sided and being one of your best friends, he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship… On his 13th birthday, he makes a wish and wakes up in the body of his 30 year old self. The problem is, you’re no longer a part of his life.

Word Count: 3,845

Warnings: Language, Nudity, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Drug Use, Cliffhanger

A/N: This is so long, I’m sorry. I tried to make the descriptions fun, but idk. I added a few pics bc it was too beautiful. It took me a while to write this chapter, but I had so much research to do for this fic... yikes. I really hope you’ll like this chapter, I worked so hard on it.

Missed Chances - Masterpage

Steve woke up with a migraine, the mattress soft beneath him. His mother must have carried him up and tucked him in while he was asleep because he sure as hell wasn’t lying on the basement floor.

Soft silky sheets brushed against his naked skin and his brows immediately furrowed. He always wore pyjamas.

He tried to sit up, but soon realised that there was a weight on his left shoulder. He looked down at it and saw a mop of tousled light brown hair resting on his chest.

A woman!

His first reaction was to roll to the other side of the bed where he ended up face-to-face with another woman. A strangled cry escaped his throat, making the two women whine in their sleep.

“Mornin, daddy,” the one on his left slurred, her hand trailing up his thigh.

“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked. His voice was so low, he must have caught a cold during his birthday party.

“Isn’t that what you want, daddy?” she whispered into his ear, her hand cupping his groin.

He shirked and scrambled off the bed, taking the silky sheet with him. The two naked women sat up, concerned looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re naked!” Steve wrapped the sheet around his hips and gestured in their direction with his free hand.

Why did he feel like he was standing on a stepladder? His head was spinning, the room was spinning, too. He had to get out of here.

He looked around the darkened room and yelled, “MOM!”

A look of mild panic crossed the brunette’s face. She picked up her discarded dress and slipped it on. The second woman apparently had the same idea and together they quickly collected their things before they rushed out of the room.

“Wait!” Steve yelled, fumbling with the sheet as he tried to follow them.

He tripped over the trailing sheet and fell face-first onto the soft rug, accompanied by a muffled ‘oof A soft, vibrating sound made him raise his head and he watched in speechless awe as the natural light began to pour into the bedroom.

The room was large, yet simple. There was a King size bed facing floor-to-ceiling windows, offering one of the most impressive views of New York City Steve had ever seen.

Decorative pillows had been thrown to the foot of the bed. One of them even landed on a teardrop shaped settee near the door.

“Good morning, Mr Rogers,” said a sweet feminine voice with an Irish accent. Her voice seemed to come from the ceiling.

Startled, Steve sat on the floor and tugged the sheet around him while looking suspiciously around the room.

“The cook is in the elevator, he should be here any second,” the voice continued. “I’ll start the shower now. Would you like me to turn on some music?”

He had so many questions, but he couldn’t decide which one to ask first so he went with the most obvious one. “Where are you right now?”

The voice sighed. “As I’ve explained before, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, an artificial intelligence created by Stark Inc. I’m connected to all the devices around your apartments, including your personal and work phones and computers.”

He sat on the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to make sense of what happened. He cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of that ridiculously low voice.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I think you have the wrong Rogers. I don’t know how I ended up in this apartment, or in New York, but I’ll give you my mom’s numb-”

“I’ll ask the cook to add pain killers with your breakfast,” she cut him off, sounding amused. “Perhaps you should lay off the Norwegian liquor for awhile.”

Steve was scared to leave the room, not knowing what he’d find behind the door. He didn’t want to run into the owner, Mr Rogers.

As promised, F.R.I.D.A.Y turned on the shower and, remembering the two naked ladies in his bed, he figured he could use one.

He walked to the windows and marvelled at the view for a moment. He lived in Port Chester and rarely visited the city. On second thought, it wasn’t so bad. At least now he had a funny story to tell Bucky.

He followed the sound of running water and opened the door that led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was equally luxurious with its inlaid stone rain shower that could easily fit eight people. There was also a long vanity with double sinks and a mirror facing the shower.

Mouth agape, Steve let the sheet drop and padded to the shower.

As he passed the mirror, he caught a glimpse of a naked man and threw himself to the floor. He slowly peeked over the vanity, an excuse ready on his lips, but he realized it was just a mirror.

Frowning, he lifted his head a little and let out a small gasp as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Oh, my god,” he swore, straightened up to his full height, “It’s me, I’m... hot!”

He didn’t look sickly anymore; he was strong and muscular and at least a foot taller. His hair was a darker shade of blond and slightly longer, too. He had a full beard and stared at it for a full minute. He’d always wondered if he’d ever grow facial hair.

“What’s happening?” he said, staring at his reflection.

He ran a hand through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. His hair seemed to naturally fall back into place, like he’d done this gesture so many times that his hair knew exactly where to go.

Yesterday was his thirteenth birthday party and today he woke up looking like a thirty-year-old man. How was it possible?

Oh, the birthday party....

I want to be an adult. I want to be thirty, I want to find love.

“No,” Steve drawled out, disbelief lacing his voice. “That’s so cool!”

It seemed completely crazy, but there was no other explanation.

He took a step back and checked himself out in the mirror. His body was, for lack of a better word, impressive. Wide shoulders, broad chest, tiny waist, massive arms and thighs...

“Tattoos?” he whined, inspecting his body closely. He had one on his left shoulder, a quote under his clavicle and another one on the right side of his chest. “Mom’s gonna kill me!”

The shower was already running, the steam fogging up the mirror. He stepped into the shower, his eyes focused on his blurry reflection.

Showering was a strange experience. He ran his hands over the hard planes of his broad chest and tight abs, discovering this new body more intimately.

His breathing hitched and he felt himself growing hard. Chancing a glance down, he saw the evidence of his arousal sticking up straight from his body. Then, suddenly, the water turned ice cold and he hurriedly leapt out of the shower stall.

“What the hell?”

“You always end your morning shower with a blast of cold water,” the A.I replied. “It increases alertness and closes up the pores.”

“Yeah? Let’s not do that again.”

“Very well, sir.”

“You can call me Steve,” he said, wrapping himself in a fluffy towel. “So, um, I live here?”

“Yes, Steve, 45 East 22nd Street, apartment 60FL. Is there anything else you need?”

“Clothes?” he replied with a shy grimace.

Following F.R.I.D.A.Y’s direction, he took a deep breath before he opened the bedroom door. He was scared to run into someone, even though the A.I. had informed him that it was just him and the cook.

He entered the walk-in closet tentatively and gasped when F.R.I.D.A.Y. turned on the lights. It was twice the size of his bedroom, with a round sofa in the middle of the room and a small staircase that led to another closet with mirrored sliding doors.

Suits, shirts, trousers, jeans, shoes; there were enough items for him to open his own store. He took his time and tried on several outfits before he found the perfect one.

“Steve,” the A.I. interrupted, “Your morning coffee has just finished brewing. Breakfast is served. I should also remind you that Mr Rumlow will be expecting you in the hall at 8 a.m.”

“Brock?” Steve squealed, suddenly excited to see a familiar face. “I’m still friends with Brock! That’s awesome!”

“Indeed, it is,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied in a monotonous voice. “Are you sober enough to find the dining room?”

He bashfully told her he had no idea where the dining room was and she provided directions again. She sounded like a real person: annoyed, sassy, amused... It was strange to think she was just a voice in the wall.

What Steve had seen so far was nothing compared to the living-slash-dining room. It looked like a page out of a magazine.

There was a large and modern dining room table for formal meals that led to a windowed eat-in kitchen with marble countertops and custom-designed cabinetry.

The living room was spacious and bright, decorated with modern artworks and furnishings. Thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows, he had a 360-degree view of New York City, looking over the borough of Brooklyn.

“I could get used to that,” Steve whispered to himself.

He sat at the breakfast nook and glared at the tray of food in front of him. His breakfast consisted of a green concoction in a tall glass, a slice of grapefruit and a bowl of sliced bananas in plain yogurt. He poked the grapefruit with his spoon and screwed his face up in disgust.

“Um, ma’am,” he spoke, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you have cereal?”

“You cut out sugar from your diet,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied.

“That sucks!”

He ate a few spoonfuls of yogurt before he pushed the tray away. It was almost time to meet Brock downstairs so he took the elevator down to the lobby, excited to see his friend.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” a voice startled him as he stepped into the lobby.

A man, most likely in his thirties, stared down at him, incredulous. His black hair was short and styled with gel and he wore a perfectly tailored beige suit with no tie.

Steve looked down at his own clothes and frowned. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a matching jacket and a light blue shirt.

He really liked this look and it was really popular, especially after the American Music Award where Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears showed up wearing matching denim outfits.

“Denim-on-denim?” Brock said with a smirk. “Trying to bring sexy back?”

Steve cocked his head to one side. Was that a reference to something? He had no idea. “Brock? That’s really you? Whoa, you’re old!”

Rolling his eyes, Brock turned on his heel. “Fuck off, Rogers.”

Brock was on his phone when the doorman opened the door for him. Steve trailed after Brock like a lost puppy and greeted the man at the door with a polite smile. The man looked at him incredulously before his face broke into a similar friendly smile.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked as they walked to the car parked in front of the building.

“Work, dude.”

“We work together?” Steve said excitedly. “That’s awesome! Okay, what do we do?”

Brock threw him a side glance. “I knew I should have stayed last night. The party must have been wild, you look so stoned. What’d take? Cocaine? Heroin? Meth?”

“What?! No, I don’t do drugs,” Steve objected.

“Yeah, right,” Brock scoffed, “me neither.”

It only took fifteen minutes to go from his apartment to his workplace in the garment district of Manhattan. Steve looked out the tinted window as the chauffeur pulled to the curb before a large mirrored-glass building.

His bodyguard opened the door and Steve slowly climbed out of the car, his eyes widening when he saw a plaque above the double doors that read ‘STEVE ROGERS HEADQUARTERS NYC’.

“Nice outfit, sir,” his bodyguard said, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks,” Steve replied, still flabbergasted.

Brock rounded the vehicle and pulled Steve aside. When Steve continued to look around in wonder, Brock grabbed his shoulders and shook him once.

“Man, you gotta pull yourself together,” he whisper-shouted. “You’re a fucking fashion designer. You can’t enter this building looking like Justin fucking Timberlake on Prozac.”

Brock glanced around to make sure no one was listening and spotted paparazzi on the opposite side of the road. He moved in front of Steve to block their view.

“Here’s what you gonna do,” he continued. “You’re going to enter this building, drink a large fucking coffee and lock yourself in your office. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, but you owe me big fucking time.”

Steve gave him a hard look. “You say the F-word like a lot.”

Brock sighed, his eyes never leaving Steve’s face. “Man, I don’t know what you took, but next time I want in.” He pulled him into a hug and patted his back. “Stay hydrated, ‘k?”

They entered the building together. There were a lot of people in the atrium; tall, skinny models who turned their heads when they recognized Steve and employees who watched him with a mixture of fright and admiration.

They seemed to move out of his way like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. Steve was too speechless and confused to focus on them. They took the private elevator and stood in silence while the elevator made its long ascent.

“I’m a fashion designer,” Steve spoke quietly, mostly to himself.

“Yup,” Brock mumbled as he pulled out his phone and started typing a text message. “Time’s person of the year in 2012 and 2017, youngest billionaire in the world and the wet of every boys and girls on this fucking planet.”

“I must be dreaming,” Steve said slowly as he processed what Brock had just said. “Ow!” he cried when he pinched the tender skin on his neck.

“Not dreaming,” he said, “now let’s go.”

Brock walked over to a woman with long golden hair. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She gave him a thumbs-up and turned to Steve with a bright smile.

“Oh, my God,” Steve cringed, looking for a place to hide. His employees were busy looking busy and didn’t pay attention to them.

Brock and the woman walked back to him. “Wanda’s gonna take care of you.”

Steve took Brock aside and explained that he woke up next to this Wanda girl just a few hours ago. Brock laughed and called Steve a ‘fucking stereotype’ before he headed toward his own office. Steve turned back to Wanda with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about earlier,” he said. “So, um, who are you again?”

“Wanda Maximoff, your assistant for the past two years,” she replied with a frown. “You really scared us this morning. Mr Rumlow said you weren’t feeling well.”

Steve replied with a casual shrug while she led him to his office. She informed him that Brock had already transferred the files he needed for the meetings and that he was free for the rest of the day.

“Clint will drive you home when you’re ready, sir.”

“Ok, cool,” he replied.

Involuntarily, she let out a loud laugh as the words passed his lips. He was always so professional and stern, definitely not the kind of boss who treated their employees like family members.

But when he was not at work, he was completely different.

Wanda had run into him in a very select bar the night before. He had danced with her, offered her fruity cocktails and she had really liked the attention. When he invited her and her friend over to his apartment, they eagerly accepted the invitation.

“Oh, by the way,” she turned back to him and handed him his personal phone, “I took your phone by mistake this morning.”

“Oh.” He looked down at the rectangular device in his hand.

She left the room, closing the double doors behind her. Steve plopped down on one of the sofas in his office and took a good look around the room. One thing was for sure, his 30 year-old self was a materialistic person.

His office was a mess, which was strange since his apartment was absolutely spotless.

There were mannequins everywhere, sketches and pieces of fabric clipped onto wooden boards for future reference. He also had a large collection of fashion magazines, sharpies, pencils, erasers, rulers and sketch pads.

He sat in the comfortable leather chair at his desk and flipped through various files. He soon realized that work was his whole life and that he probably spent more time in his office than at home.

Steve loved to draw; it was his safe place. His mother didn’t make enough money to buy him GI Joe dolls or remote controlled cars, but she always came home with pens and scraps of paper stuffed in her bag.

He was looking at some of his drawings when an alarm on his phone went off. He had never owned a phone before, but Bucky’s mother had one –a Nokia 3310- and it didn’t look like this one at all. He managed to turn the alarm off and read the reminder.

Chez Francis, 8PM

The computer on his desk was a lot thinner than what he used to use at the public library, but he recognized the Apple logo. He was relieved to see that Google was still a thing and after a quick search, he found the restaurant located in Greenwich Village.

Since he was technically allowed to leave, he asked his chauffeur-slash-bodyguard to drive him home. Clint was a quiet guy. He seemed nice, though a bit on the scary side.

Steve learned that he owned ten apartments in the tower; the penthouse, the first five floors, which were for his employees, and four others for his guests.

Like Uncle Scrooge, Steve was swimming in money.

But something was missing.

No one had mentioned his mom, you or Bucky and it was starting to stress him out. Plus, now, he had a dinner date with a mysterious guest. He could have bailed on them, but his mother had raised him better than that.

He arrived at the restaurant with ten minutes to spare and decided to stay outside while he waited for his guest. It seemed like a lovely place; French food, but not too pretentious. He hazarded a glance inside, but the lights were dimmed.

French food and dimmed lights? This wasn’t a casual evening, it was a date. A wave of nausea hit him and for a second he thought he might throw up. If he had a girlfriend, then he was the world’s shittiest boyfriend.

He woke up that morning with two naked women, neither of them seemed to be his partner. As a kid, he’d promised himself he’d treat his partners with respect, especially after his father left his mother for another woman.

His mother was his hero, but as far as he was concerned, his father could rot in hell.

Outside the sun had set and there was a distinct chill in the air. Steve tightened his coat around himself and looked around. There was a man, not far away, busy typing away on his phone.

He was tall, probably in his late twenties, and dressed smart casual. His shoulder length hair was tied up in a bun and he was wearing a long coat above a navy blue shirt.

“Bucky?!” Steve exclaimed, recognizing his best friend.

The man looked up from his phone with a frown and met Steve’s eyes. Steve’s face split into a wide smile as he walked over to him.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said, pulling him into a hug. Bucky’s body was stiff, but Steve was too happy to notice that. “Look at us, all grown up and stuff!”

Bucky didn’t say a word, he pulled back quickly and smiled tightly at Steve who was still beaming.

“The craziest thing happened to me today,” Steve continued, undeterred. “You’re not going to believe this. When I woke up th-”

“I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s rush hour, I had to fight my way into the train,” you said breathlessly. You had seen someone with Bucky, but you only realized who it was when you turned to him. “Steve?”

“Hi,” Steve replied, looking down at his shoes.

The last time he’d seen you, you had run away after Brock asked you if you wanted to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Steve. You had broken his heart that day. It might have been 17 years ago, but, to Steve, it was only yesterday.

“Are we waiting for someone else?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “We?”

You and Bucky shared a look, the two of you had become masters in the art of silent communication. Bucky curled his arm around your waist and tucked you against his side. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

What?

No...

“Steve,” Bucky said after clearing his throat. “I don’t know who you’re meeting here, but it’s not us. We,” he paused briefly, “we haven’t seen you since high school.”

That comment made Steve’s head snap up. “High school? We’re not friends anymore?”

You were taken aback by his tone. It was pleading, almost childlike and it made your chest tighten. You had to remind yourself that this man, as nice as he was trying to be, wasn’t the sweet kid you used to know.

He was a celebrity, a billionaire and women threw themselves at his feet. He lived a scandalous life. He wasn’t your Steve.

A pretty blonde with long legs and a perfect white smile came up to them and kissed Steve on the cheek. She turned to you and Bucky and greeted you with a cheerful ‘hello’.

“Looks like you found your date,” Bucky told him watching you shake the blonde’s hand.

Steve caught the gleam of the solitaire on your ring finger. Caught off guard, he stared at you with a wounded look on his face. Bucky tightened his arm around your waist.

“You’re married.”

“Engaged,” you corrected, smiling at his date when she grabbed your hand and took a closer look at your engagement ring. She commented on how beautiful the ring was and you agreed, turning your head to smile at Bucky.

He shook his head, bashful, and kissed your temple. Steve was frozen, unable to look away and unable to close his eyes. His whole world came crashing down around him.

“We should go,” Bucky whispered into your ear as he linked his fingers with yours. He straightened up to look at Steve and his date. “It was nice seeing you. Enjoy your evening.”

“Likewise,” the woman said with a smile. “And congratulations.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Yes, congratulations.”

He watched you and Bucky enter the restaurant. A myriad of emotions washed over his face, none of them pleasant.

Be careful what you wish for...

Part 3

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel imagine #steve x reader #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers imagines #marvel imagines #steve rogers imagine #redgillan #redgillanwrites #missed chances

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nobeliumoxygenoxygen · 5 years

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Seromina || Firsts

For Sero Ship Week Day 3: Firsts at @seroshipweek

SUMMARY: Ashido tends to overshare her personal life on social media so it’s only fitting that she shares her favourite moments on it too, right?

But this time, it’s only for one pair of eyes.

GENRE: sero hanta x ashido mina, social media au (I think?)

TEXT from your queen 💕

follow @iloveutapeboi on insta its private but dw youll be accepted start from the first post!!!!!!!!

POSTS

[Image: Candid of Sero taken from the side; slightly blurry, low angle as if the photographer was trying to be discreet as they took it. He’s wearing an orange hoodie with black stripes. He’s grinning at someone in front of him and he holds a bitten meat pie in one hand. In the background, there are barely visible bowling lanes.]

Caption: the first time i thought to myself “maybe seros actually cute and i actually like him in a like like way” if that make sense lol. maybe there were other times but this was the earliest memory i could think of. this was after that laser tag game we all played and you did your whole dramatic self sacrificing for me (lol quickest way to my heart - take a laser tag shot for me).

[Image: Image of the city taken from inside a bus. Half the image is of the seats of the bus whilst the other half are buildings of the city. A few people are in the shot, but they’re faces are unrecognisable.]

Caption: first time I realised I was in loveeee (i love youu) how cheesy amirite. its a bus because i realised it when we were going back to ua together after a field trip and idk i just had this light bulb moment ok ugh this is too cheesy were done here ily but im cringing too hard at the cheesinesssss (two posts in and im already dying but im pushing thru!!!!)

[Image: 2 puppies being held by someone who is clearly Sero by the look of the arms and his orange black striped hoodie. One puppy in each arm; a white pit bull and a brown one.]

Caption: our not-so-official first date?? idk if you’d call it that but like......we were alone together so idk??? u know i was going to actually confess today but the dogs were so cute they distracted me!! so i forgot lol!!! (theyre only sliiiiiightly cuter than u dw dw!!! 🤣)

[Image: Sero’s silhouette inside a movie theater. He’s facing the camera but it’s too dark to see much other than the shadows of his face and the glint of his white teeth in his grin. In the far left of the photo, the Lego Movie is playing.]

Caption: our official first date (tho i guess it was kinda rushed??? considering i literally told u i liked u like an hour earlier lmao but i wouldnt have it any other way ❤️)

[Image: Ashido’s room, taken from the doorway. The bed is unmade; the curtains are drawn back to let the sunlight in; the desk is a mess of school books and loose sheets. Ashido’s arms are outstretched in front of the camera; she’s forming a heart with her hands.]

Caption: place we had our first kiss!!! (tho we failed like five times and kept laughing!! the movies are wayyyy too serious - they make it seem like ur not allowed to laugh!! our kisses are so much better😘)

[Image: Pathway leading up into a park where cherry blossom trees frame the edges. There are a few passerbys and one dog, legs a blur, running through the image.]

Caption: place i asked you to be my boyfriend because SOMEONE STILL had this WEIRD idea that?? i??? didnt?? like?? them? EVEN AFTER?? LIKE FIVE DATES?? AND FIVE KISSES???

[Image: UA Heights Alliance common room. Looking through the windows, it’s night and there’s no one in there but there’s food wrappers strewn across the coffee table and the floor.]

Caption: place you said your first i love you (ok i suppose i shouldnt be salty about the boyfriend asking thing because first ilys are such a milestone!!!! ps. im still sorry i panicked when u said it lmao i love how we laugh about it but i know from sources coughbakuyellingthat1tapeboiwasstressingashell that you almost cried ilyyyyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️)

[Image: Close up focus of Sero’s lit up face. He’s giving a close-eyed smile to someone slightly to the left of the camera. Just making it in the frame is a slice of bright blond hair. The background is blurred but it is clearly of a busy beach; the sky is blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. There are two figures, one shirtless with red hair and one wearing a wetsuit cut off at the lower thigh with what might be black or dark purple hair in the water in the far background.]

Caption: when i said my first i love you (i love you toos and i love yous on phones dont count!!! and also u are sooooooo cute in this photo!!! not that ur not always cute ofc 😋)

[Image: Text screenshot. (Sent) Ashido: IM SO MAD AT U SERO HANTA ANSWER MEEE (Receiving) Sero: NEVER U TRAITOR (Sent) Ashido: UR THE TRAITOR!!!!]

Caption: first fight :( one of the saddest chapters of my life i hope we never do that again ❤️

[Image: Rice with natto on top, chopsticks on the side. The dish is on top of pink, patterned napkins.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!) anniversaries (see??? taking pics of food is VERY important!! and u dared to make fun of my ‘attempts at being aesthetics’!!)

[Image 1: Necklace in shape of a crown with engraving of words “Alien Queen”. Image 2: Necklace is flipped over with engraving of words “Ashido Mina”.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!!!) anniversary presents (I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHY R U SO NICEEEEEEE ITS SO CUTE IM WEARING IT EVERYDAY ILY)

[Image: From the side, Sero smiling softly, looking up at a beautiful orange sky to match his brighter orange hoodie. His eyes are wide but he’s happy. Behind are a few trees.]

Caption: I love youuuuuuuuuuuu sero hantaaaaaaaaaa and dont you forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spam of heart emojis* (also u r seriously wearing the same hoodie in like five of these pics w h y)

TEXT to your queen 💕

im actualy cryin can i call u

TEXT from your queen 💕

oof [Image: google search bar “how to comfort crying boyfriend”.] ofc u can!!

CALL TRANSCRIPT:

Sero: How long have you been planning this? I love you so muchhhhhhhh. I’m crying, can you hear my tears? How did you do it? Did you go to every place or were you planning this from the beginning?

Ashido: *laughter* You can’t hear tears dummy. And you’re not meant to cry! Its meant to be a happy thing! *more laughter*

Sero: ...Glad to know your happy about my pain. ...Its amazing I have literally no words Ashido. I love it-I love you and I love us. Thank you so much.

Ashido: Awww don’t make me blush. It was nothing!

Sero: What do you mean NOTHING? Don’t insult yourself Ashido Mina this is...I don’t know-EVERYTHING!

Ashido: Okay that’s true. I’m awesome.

Sero: I’m going to treasure this forever. You’ll never delete this account right?

Ashido: *giggling* Course not!

Sero: It’s too amazing. Seriously, and I gave you the most cliche relationship present ever.

Ashido: Eesh don’t worry! I love my present! Besides it was the final piece for the account!

Sero: If you say so. You know, I don’t think a meme war counts as a fight...in a relationship...

Ashido: Of course it does! I was soooo angry at you. How could you side with Kirishima?! It was so frustrsting! You wouldn’t BELIEVE!

Sero: ...Trust me I believe. *muffled* Especially after you taped me to the ceiling.

Ashido: What was that?

Sero: Nothing! Also how’d you take the pic of your room with your arms in front of you? Is it...*whispers loudly* sorcery?

Ashido: *giggling* You got it. I have a second quirk that I-...I kept secret. Yup. But I’m telling you because you’re my boyfriend and all.

Sero: And I will totally believe you, because you’re my girlfriend, and all. Hey, I know you need your beauty sleep but can I come over--

Ashido: Yes!

Sero: --tomorrow--wait, what?

Ashido: Oh. Well-

Sero: *muffled snort* Someone’s desperate.

Ashido: *huff* Shhh! You can come over anytime!

Sero: Would you really not mind if I came over now? At like...*shuffling* eleven?

Ashido: Is that even a question? If you come over now, I can add it to the journal!

Sero: The journal?

Ashido: The account Sero!

Sero: Okay...Why? It’s not the first time I’ve been to your house. Firsts was the theme right?

Ashido: Yep! And I can make it ‘First night spent together’ wink wink.

Sero: …*muffled laugh* Whatever floats your boat.

Ashido: But you’re getting a cab here right? You better not walk out this late at night!

Sero: I mean, we’re both training to be heroes if we can’t walk out at night then what could we do--

Ashido: Sero you butt!

Sero: --but yes I’m getting a cab.

Ashido: Good! You better stay on the phone the whole time too!

Sero: Of course. I love you Ashido Mina.

Ashido: And I love you Sero Hanta! ...Wait are you still wearing that orange hoodie?

Sero: ...*distant mumbles* Why do you hate my beloved hoodie so much?

Ashido: *equally distant mumbles* If you wear it one more time the photos will think you have one hoodie.

Sero: What would you say if I said yes?

Ashido: I’d say we’ve got our next date planned and you can guess what it is.

Sero: ...I mean, I wouldn’t say no to any time with you anyway?

Ashido: Pfft, stop being cute. Just-alright, whatever. Tomorrow? At whatever time we wake up I guess?

Sero: It’s a date.

A/N: completely forgot that they live in the same building so pretend it’s holidays or something 🤷 buuuut i hope you enjoyed this was harder than expected so im rlly sorry if they seem ooc 😳!! Thanks for reading!!

#bnha #sero ship week 2018 #sero hanta #sero hanta imagine #seromina #ashido mina #sero hanta x ashido mina #sero hanta scenario #ashido mina imagine #ashido mina scenario #my work

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iammarylastar · 6 years

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It’s Halloween, time for ghosts and horror stories.

Here’s a one shot, requested by @jaicourtneyseyes, who wanted me to write something inspired by the pic above. Blame her for this story, it’s the darkest thing I’ve ever written!

WARNING: IT’S DARK, LIKE VERY DARK!

Murder, suicide, child abuse, and madness... Read with caution!

MAD

He shivered and pulled up the collar of his overcoat, this cold ass of a wind had been freezing to the bones for the latest 3 weeks. That damn fall was early, his luck. Yeah, fucking bad luck.

He left home in such a hurry he didn't think to grab something warmer. Like the circumstances let him think. He just had hugged his wife, his face buried in the crook of her neck, crying his damn soul out, until her body turned cold. Until her usual heady, honeyed smell vanished, death slowly creeping under her skin. Her cold, bluish skin.

He shaked his head, fighting to erase those nightmarish images from behind his lids. Beth. Charlotte. His baby girl, Charlie. The two loves of his life. All dead. The three of them. He died the day Charlie died. The pain ripping off his skin without an ounce of mercy. Skinning him alive, crashing his heart with such violence nothing was left. That's why finding the corpse of her wife, the lifeless body of his beloved Beth in the middle of the living room, didn't kill him. He was already dead. He, they, have been dead for 2 months already. He even wasn't surprised when he came home, his previously warm home, welcomed only by silence and coldness. The laughter and happiness that he was used to when calling he was home, have disappeared months ago. He barely flinched when his tired eyes spotted his wife, spread on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles of pills. The antidepressants supposed to bring her back to life just ended it. At least, she was in peace then, he thought. That unbearable suffering, that open wound in her heart finally had stopped.

Lucky her. He had thought to join her, just a flash, just for a second. They would have been reunited again, in Heaven or wherever they laid at this moment. It could have been so easy, the bottles that exploded under his feet as he walked up to her were empty but he knew there were more. Antidepressants, anxiolytics, barbiturates and sleeping pills overfilled the medicine cabinet, upstairs in the bathroom, and the drawer of her nightstand. A handful of random pills downed with whiskey and he would sleep forever. Wrapped into his strong but forceless arms, the body he had cherished for 8 years, he had stroked and kissed, he had made love to with so much passion, that body which had bore his child, their child, which had brought Charlotte into this world, was heavy and cold as a stone. He had rocked her, surprised to have more tears to cry. He thought he had cried his eyes out in front of the two cops who rang his bell that morning, to coyly announced them Charlie had been found. Painfully told him and Beth that their baby girl was dead. Murdered.

He wished his cries and Beth's screams would have kept him from understanding what they explained, choosing carefully their words that stabbed him. She suffered. Raped. Suffocated to death. Alone. His shiny gorgeous 5 year old princess died alone, life slowly leaving her tiny body. All had gotten blurry since, Beth's grip on him loosened as she fell on her knees, his own life and sanity running away as well.

He failed. He failed to protect his daughter, abducted almost under his nose the week before. They just were in the park, Charlie playing in the playground, Beth on his lap, whispering in his ear the naughty things she planned to do to him later in bed. The last thing he remembered of that Sunday was the laughter of both his wife and child.

He failed to take care of his wife from that day on. How could he have managed to bring happiness back on her face? He himself was so dead inside, so devastated it was hard to breathe. They both lost everything that day, and all the love in the world could not have been enough to make it up. Never.

He swore to himself he would keep living, a useless life if it's still could be called a life. Kissing a last time Beth's lips, he swore he would stay alive to pay for his faults. Suffer all his daughter had endured. Suffer all his wife had cried. He had no more to cry. No more to feel but pain. Acid would be the only fluid allowed to run through his veins. Rage and vengeance as sole company.

Yeah, cold ass wind felt pretty good compared to those memories. He continued walking in the dark night, purposeless, directionless, homeless. That's the best he deserved. Shoving his frozen hands deeper in his coat's pockets, he tightened his grip on the gun, still warm from its latest shot. The knife still covered with the blood of the latest life he took, just a couple of minutes ago.

He didn't even know the asshole's real name. Whatever. That cunt begged him to not kill him. How ridiculous he seemed, crying for his mom as the blade of the knife traced the fatty shape of his throat. He peed himself, begging for his damn life, swearing to God he would quit drug dealing if he had mercy but it was no use. Killing people had been his redemption.

The detectives in charge with the murder of Charlotte proved totally helpless. Real zero. Sincerely sorry, mister, but the clues don't lead anywhere. The evidences don't speak. DNA and all that shit were as silent as his prays. The guy they had in sight was not the good one.

Fuck DNA. Fuck his perfect alibi. Fuck the procedure. Fuck the cops, fuck everything. Like he had something else to do. Something else to think about. Someone else to chase.

Beth stayed at home, unable to come with him to the morgue to identify Charlotte's body. Unable to move, to eat, to breathe. Unable to speak. Unable to even look up at him.

She'd been a ghost, a shell of herself, but who could have blamed her for that? He himself had acted like a zombie, fighting hell to get up every morning, the only sight of his former sunshine, faded, cuddled in Charlie's little bed, the sheets still soaked with her tears, had been intolerable.

She wasn't there for the funeral, prostrated in their child's bedroom, Charlotte's bunny half torn in her hands. He stood alone before the grave, blankly staring at the tiny coffin, what's left of his and Beth's family surrounding him. He felt so empty, so alone, a glimpse of what his life would look like. Any miracle happened. Any laugh of Charlie to be heard. Any nightmare to wake up from.

The only spark of life shone in his eyes when he dipped the knife in the asshole's throat, his warm blood spurting out with ferocity. Then slowed down. Then nothing. Nothingness again. Nothing to fill the void. Fuck.

It started with Dick. The guy suspected by the cops. The guy with the airtight alibi and the wrong DNA. He caught his name on a file, open on the detective's desk, while being said by the detective that the investigation hadn't made any progress. A name and an address. Which he hunt down. Which he found out. Which he had stalked for days. Wishing he would recognize his face as someone wandering in the park, or waiting in front of the school. With no luck. Total stranger. Who cared? He didn't.

He got a gun, he found cash at home. Beth didn't question him. Beth didn't ask anything. She even didn't notice he was home. Neither did she notice he left. He came back to Dick's place, at night and broke into the dirty and messy home. Surprised him. Scared the shit out of him. He was amazed with what ease he threatened the guy. Beat him up. Coldly and rudely interrogated him. The way his hands expertedly held the gun under his nose, without shaking even a bit. He felt a weird excitement, witnessing the guy dissolved by fear, sweating heavily. He felt calm, powerful and good. For the first time in what seemed ages, he felt alive.

He got a name. Dick was a dick, a cunt, the biggest pussy of many he would kill. How funny. He shove the barrel deep inside Dick's mouth after he spilled out his mate's name. Garry. He pulled the trigger, a smirk gracing his lips as he watched Dick's skull exploding, his brain matter spread all over the floor, furniture and on his own face and clothes. And breathed. Deeply. The smell of gunpowder burning the air, the smell of warm blood tickling his nostrils. The smell of death bringing him back to life. His brain back to thinking again. He headed to the bathroom, mentally counting the seconds, according to himself 60 of them to puck out in the toilet, flushing it, quickly cleaning up his face and clothes, getting rid as far as he could of the traces of his execution.

He left without a glance to the murder scene, his feet walking him straight through the back door. The fence was broken, he went through it and emerged in a muddy road, his footsteps marking the ground. Shit. After only 3 or 5 steps, he jumped in the nearby creek, and walked up the icy stream for what seemed a billion miles.

He silently opened the door of his bleak home, trying his best to not wake up Beth as he cleaned up his mess and burned his clothes in the fireplace. Like she could have heard him or felt the murderer he just became, with all the drugs and desperation flowing through her system. Like she would have given a shit.

She had been his first and only one. The love of his life, you know, like in the fairy tales he was used to read to Charlotte. Love at the first sigh, yeah, a fucking huge one. He'd been a bad guy, a little thug of the back streets of his neighbourhood, a big boss in the making. Nothing huge, no drugs dealing or pimping just snatch theft and car jacking. His mother's fault, whose mom died without warning, leaving their only 3 and a half boy, be raised by an incompetent father, too busy to drown his sorrow in alcohol to slap his face and kick his butt when he started to go off the rails? He was just begging for attention, nothing more. And maybe a hug, or a word. But no. Hanging out down the streets with his gang of pimple faced teens, looking for trouble was all he had.

Until he found her. Until his eyes laid on the beautiful shape of her neck. And fell for it instantly. How the hell could you fall in love with a neck? He stopped in his tracks, unable to take his eyes off of her, as she climbed in a black car, throwing what obviously looked like a gym bag into the backseat. He caught the driver's words, as he mumbled "You're welcome miss Mary Elizabeth"

as he held the door open for her. Amazed by the way she was moving, her natural grace and the delicacy of her curves -and that fucking perfection of her neck, emphasized by a bun perched high on her scalp and naked shoulders just covered by the straps of her top- he forgot about his badasses of mates and the "break into cars" night they planned.

Mary-Elizabeth. A goddess obviously. Unreachable just by the name she wore. And the black BMW with chauffeur. Who cared? Who fucking cared when it's about the love of your life? Not him. No, she would be his, one way or another. He found himself praying whatever God that she noticed him, his life had been such a waste from the very beginning, he deserved a second chance, he deserved some luck.

God make it happen.

And it happened. The second before the back door snapped close, she caught his stare. The smirk on her face lightly mocking his stupid mug, as he stayed slack jawed with wonder. Her. His new everything.

"Already told you to call me Beth for fuck sake." She groaned at the chauffeur.

Beth he sighed. Her name rang like a kiss and her eyes shone like diamonds. She looked like a dream.

Those dreamy eyes still watching him, suddenly flashed a wink. At him. God did it really happen? Too late, the car was gone.

His mates slapping the back of his head made him come back from this beautiful dream, but he didn't care. Fuck them all.

He swore to himself and to God or whatever his name was that from then on, he would do anything he could to have her. Beth.

And that's just what he did. He came back every evening after school, at 6pm in front of the building where she had her dancing class and just wait for her to show up. Tuesdays and Fridays were his favourite, he found out there were those evenings she practiced ballet. She was a ballerina. Divine in her pink ballet skirt.

After 2 weeks of stalking her through the window, he dared to speak to her. She was haughty at first, who was that weirdo who barely could string two words together at the end of her class, but she decided he was cute.

Cute was not enough. He was totally devoted to her. Waiting outside in the cold night, that amazing smile taped on his face each time she glanced at him. After another week, they chatted and laughed a bit before she rushed inside the black BMW and vanished, leaving him starving for 3 more days. After a month, she told him he didn't have to freeze his ass outside and could come inside and watched the entire course. For his greatest pleasure. Marveling at his dreamy ballerina as she danced and twirled like a goddess, her arms and hips gracefully waving to the music just turned him on and he couldn't help but drooling at the view. He couldn't wait for more.

That day, he welcomed her with a red rose and she kissed him on the cheek. And all had changed between the two of them. He was hooked, she liked the way he stared at her, without restrain. She definitely fell for him the day he kissed her on the lips, after shyly asking for her permission. The kiss was perfect, he waited for her to slip her tongue in his mouth and despite his obvious desire, he didn't push her, never crossed the line.

She, on the other hand, was eager to go further, even if she was aware that her parents would never allow that relationship. They were from two different, opposite worlds. Her dad came one day, the chauffeur spilled the bean, and threatened him of pursue if he'd ever dare to touch her. She was underage and he wouldn't hesitate to file charges against him, which he surely would have done. His criminal record was far from being clean. She was 17 then, he was 15. She cried when telling him they had to stop, they had to wait until she was 18, 7 months ahead. He swore he would wait for her, he swore he would be the man she deserved, he cupped her face and gave her the most passionate kiss he could. He let out a tear as he stared at her, confessing his love for her.

"Beth, I love you." He just said. "See you there on April 4th." Then offered her one of his stunning smiles and disappeared. For the next 7 fucking months.

He quit doing mischiefs and larcenies, dropped down his boys, went back to school, got a job and saved as much money as he could to achieve his plan.

April 4th was a Friday. He was waiting for her, sat on the edge of the sidewalk, a huge bouquet of 18 roses on his lap. No wonder she skipped dance class that day, they ran hand in hand to the nearest hotel he had booked a room in. Not the cheapest motel, full of whores and truck drivers, no, a fancy honeymoon suite in a 5 stars hotel. The roses remained on the sidewalk, abandoned.

They were both virgins and he promised her to be gentle. He didn't lie. Holding back the urge to rip off her clothes, he slowly covered every piece of her delicate skin with his lips, his hands working gingerly on her jeans. Left only in her underwear, she shivered in anticipation, aroused only by the way he was looking at her.

"Do you want me?" He asked, his hands lightly resting on her hips. She couldn't say anything, tongue tied by her own lust and his gentleness. She just nodded and let him walked them to the edge of the king size bed, where he laid her carefully. He made love to her, tenderly, beautifully, his face buried in the crook of that neck he loved so much, kissing and stroking every inch he could. She was fucking tight inside but she felt so good. Fighting hell to make it last as long as she needed, he lost his mind when hearing her cries as she reached her first orgasm and joined her, coming deep inside her, his seed filling her core.

"Happy birthday my love." He whispered in her ear when finally able to breathe. Still high from this Earth shattering experience, he let his mind wonder on what their lives could be. Flashes of Beth in a wedding gown, Beth wearing a swollen belly, heavy with their child, Beth's smile in the kitchen of their new house, wiggling under his touch, danced in his head. Those beautiful thoughts were interrupted by her lips on his chest, her shiny eyes begging for another round.

They spent the rest of the day under the sheets, trying all they had imagined to do to each other the last 200 nights.

Her birthday gift for his 16 was quite surprising. And frightening as well. A pregnancy test. Positive. She was anxiously waiting for him to react, tears threatening behind her lids. He stared at her in shock while she was biting her lower lip nervously. Then exploded in joy. A baby. The fruit of their love. He already planned to marry her and have children with her. 3 at least. So this pregnancy had to happen. It was just a little sooner than expected, that's all. They cried as they realized their lives were about to change forever, that they would be bound with that loved child, come what may. They cried as they realized they had to tell the news to Beth's parents.

"Come what may baby, I'll take care of you both." He rocked her, stroking her still flat belly. "Don't fear you father, because I'm your family now." His features had changed saying those words. He was not a boy anymore, the badass teenager was over. His voice was reassuring and low, he became a man saying that, her man. He had to behave like a real man, he was the head of his family now.

"Beth, I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife, I want you to be mine. I want to cherish and love you and our baby every single day. I knew you were the one the second I saw you. I can't believe all this is really happening but if it's a dream, I never want to wake up. Marry me, my love, make my dreams come true."

She cried happy tears he dried with his kisses, and they cried together after she said yes. The dream was coming true.

The dream turned into a nightmare when the fist of Beth's father connected with his jaw, throwing him onto the marble floor of the living room. He called his daughter a whore and slapped her cheek so hard her lips bled. Within the second, he was up, Beth gripping his waist as he protected her with his body, her dad's nose bleeding from his punch.

"This thing is not going to happen!" He yelled at her, pointing at her stomach. "And that thing better has to never lay eyes on you again or I'll kill him with my bare hands" he spat at him. Staring angrily at her daughter's hand laced with his, her father forced her to choose. And she chose him.

The expected disaster that followed included cries, threats, insults, screams and more cries. They ended up banished from Beth's parents home, deprived of their wealth and erased from their lives.

She was homeless, desperate, disinherited, pregnant with his child, he was scared as fuck. That asshole told him some home truths, he couldn't ignore, some sounded relevant. How could he afford a family? He was still a child himself. He was an ignorant scumbag, just able to ruin Beth's life.

That last sentence had haunted him for days, but he was not ready to give up. He would make a liar out off that asshole. They settled down in a small flat his boss rented him for almost nothing but free extra hours. He found a second job, working his ass off more than 16 hours a day. He came back home at night, exhausted but so happy to crash on their couch, his head laying on her baby bump.

She wanted to help, he disagreed. They argued, she won. She was smart and quickly earned a reasonable amount of money with private tutoring. She had a wealthy address book.

He nontheless made her swear to stop working the second she would feel tired, he wanted her to stay healthy for their baby.

Their little Dawn, their baby girl. Life gave them just a taste of happiness before taking it back. Little Dawn died even before she was born. Her heart stopped beating when she was still in her mother's womb for no reason.

No reason but the curse he had on himself. His mother first then his unborn baby. The doctor who performed the sonography uneasily explained it was no-one's fault, that that kind of things just happened, but he knew he was guilty. And Beth's father's worlds hit him in the face again: he successfully ruined Beth's life.

They cried and mourned and cried again. She had to give birth to their stillborn baby, she insisted to see her, named her, hold her. He knew she was doing the right thing but it was just horrible. She was 6 months and she was beautiful. Her tiny face had haunted his nightmares for months, and he almost lost his mind.

"Honey, get your shit together." She told him one night, as she caught him silently crying. "We're still young, we will conceive again, when time comes." She promised, lovingly stroking his face.

"OK." He just said, whipping his tears and rolling over her to show how much he loved her. Bringing them both into ecstasy, he swore he would make everything he could to protect her. She had been stronger than him, she was the one who helped him healing his wounds. But he knew she wouldn't survive another doom.

Garry could have been the key. Killing him could have fixed things. He could have come home and explained his wife he avenged the murder of Charlotte. And maybe, bringing Beth back to life, maybe allowing them to start over. Once again, bad luck. Garry didn't know anything about Charlotte. He confessed other crimes, other child rapes, but he was only into boys. That was when he succumbed to raving madness.

Charlotte and all those little boys' faces and screams, their pains, their fears, their slow deaths, their tiny damaged and wrecked bodies, assaulted his mind. His little princess begging him to save her, her little voice screaming his name, daddy!

His sight got blurry with acid tears, bile invaded his mouth, and he lost it. Completely. Wrath and hate boiled in his veins, his hand almost crashed the gun grip, he had to bite his lips to blood not to howl. He couldn't stand those screams in his head, neither could he keep listening to Garry's pleas. His fist tightened on the grip and let the beast out. The gun grip crashed on Garry's face again and again, the sounds of his facial bones exploding under his violent blows, the gurgles of his breath choking with blood were music to his ears. Rage turned into madness as he kept destroying the guy's face. He even started to find some fun in it. The blood splashed all around with each hit, and he didn't plan to stop before Garry's mug looked like ground meat. He already exploded both of his knees with a bullet, fired at point-blank range on the kneecap, to make him spit out his crimes. Successfully. The adrenalin running through his veins was highly addictive, a hard drug he would need another shot very soon.

Garry was not the one who raped and killed his little baby doll, and her mother in the same time. He had no more clue, no more tracks to follow.

Three weeks. Three weeks that Beth had died. Three weeks that he's been aimlessly wandering through the city, searching for a reason to live. The two loves of his life were gone, he replaced them with the gun and the knife. He trade his sanity with madness. This was meant to be. He was meant to be alone. Beth made him a good guy, Charlotte made him a happy one. Their loss made sense, his fate was to be alone, his heart exploded in so many pieces there was nothing left.

He did a good job, getting rid of 12 assholes in only 3 weeks. Dick and Garry. That guy he saw hitting his girlfriend like she was a punching ball. That guy dealing heroin and handing out ecstasy like it was candies, right in front of high school entrance. That pervert he found in the park, his hand in his pants while watching young cheerleaders rehearsing their show. Oh he had been particularly careful with this one, making the torture last longer than necessary. They all could have been his little Charlie. 3 drug dealers, famous or not, an asshole who was harassing a waitress at the end of her shift, a crooked cop from D.E.A., another from vice squad, who trade his leniency for blowjobs, and... he already forgot. Surely someone who deserved to die. Each time he took a life was better than the previous, his hands more and more experted to make the assholes scream for mercy.

"Hey, honey, do you need company?" A voice called him.

He studied the girl. Even in the dark and dressed like the whore she was, she looked desirable. Extremely fuckable. And her hair tied up in a messy bun showed the delicate shape of her neck.

Maybe he could pretend she's Beth for a round or two. He had been so busy slaughtering pricks he hadn't be aware of his needs. He hadn't had sex since Charlie was abducted, months ago. Not like he really needed it but it could fill the void and help time to pass.

"What's your name, handsome?" She stroked his stubble, making him hiss in disgust.

"I'm nobody." He bluntly answered and grabbed her arm. As she led him inside a dirty hallway to a more dirty room, that smelled sex and musty, he knew it was a mistake. Every single person he loved died. He shook his head. Who was he kidding; it had nothing to do with love. He was going to fuck that whore and leave. Maybe, if he would fail coming, he could play with her, with his gun or his knife, and feel something. She surely wouldn't deserve to die, she was not his usual kind of clients.

But beside Beth and Charlotte, life had been cruel to him. It was fair he was cruel to life. He tried to focus on what she was doing, knelt in front of him, working on his cock. He closed his eyes and forced himself to feel Beth's sweet lips around him, but he was not in the mood. He let his hands wandering along her bare shoulders to her neck, but her skin was not as soft as his late wife. He caught himself considering to squeeze, squeeze until her skin turned blue. No. He had rules. No women. No kids. Only felons and scums of the world. Assholes that justice failed to lock up in holes. This girl might have a family. Kids, hubby, parents, waiting for her somewhere. Shit, his cock seemed to appreciate that thought. Not the family thing, fuck, her parents must have failed somehow, you don't raise your daughter to suck dicks. No, his erection hardened at the thought of the girl choking with it. As he pushed himself farther in her throat, he heard the sounds she was making. Searching for air.

Last chance. His last bit of sanity warned him. He still could either come back to his sense or run away. Beth. Charlotte. Dawn. He heard them laughing as he finally came. And squeeze.

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cutiecrates · 5 years

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Cutie Review Special: Blippo.com Order

Initially my plans for today was to do my review on the December Doki Doki crate. But wouldn’t you know it, not only did I get the newest Gacha Gacha box, but my order from Blippo.com showed up too!

Exactly 2 weeks after shipping, the box arrived. So I figured I would do this review, Doki Doki (because I had it done and ready), then Gacha Gacha.

So in this review, I will be going over my thoughts and opinions regarding the process, the order, quality, the items, etc.

I was filled with complete anxiety and had a feeling this wouldn’t go well...

So for anyone unfamiliar to Blippo.com, it is the associated shop of Kawaii Box. They sell a variety of kawaii items ranging from stationery to snacks, Japanese magazines, toys, apparel, squishy, etc. They also have “spin-off shops“, the Squishy Kiosk and Happy Cute, a shop that’s almost exactly like Blippo but offers a free purse instead of a random item.

Blippo also offers “mystery packs“ of snacks/squishy/accessories/items for a set price, if you would rather be surprised. I did heavily consider purchasing the squishy one but ultimately decided against it since there is a chance I could get a bunch I already own from Kawaii Box (unless they read this blog and would make sure I didn’t get repeats. But what’s the chance of that?).

So opening the box this is what greeted me: a paper depicting the person who packed this specific order (who I do not blame for the condition of it, thank you very much Sam), and an ad for their snack box and Kawaii Box, both with codes I could use on the.

Oh, also, a pile of packing peanuts. It’s too bad they don’t make cute heart-shaped ones, or maybe some pink ones. That would be an adorable touch.

Okay, so let’s just get on with the items cause this is going to be something else...

Free Items

Now, each order comes with 1 free item if you spend 25 dollars or more. I got 2 because I had a free item code from Kawaii Box.

So today I got a glittery rainbow slinky toy; which I already got, actually I think I got it last summer. I’m disappointed but given the box, at least it’s in one piece right? This would have been the thing I expected to break out of everything else.

We also got this cute little notebook. It’s very thin so it’d only really be useful for little things, or if you wanted to keep it in your purse. The inside has lined pages but is otherwise plain, I also discovered this...

I noticed on my box, it said it could be searched if necessary so I’m not sure who to blame for this.

Before they used to give us a list of items we could choose for our free gift and they weren’t the best things- but I’m pretty sure they were better than this. I know “its free what do you expect“. Honestly I don’t know.

Butter and Soy Sauce Chip Star

I think this item was the worst of them all. The seal was broken open, the tube is bent, the bottom is slightly less-worse. However, because the bag holding the chips was entirely sealed I decided not to just pitch them. Each pack of these are 263 calories.

The chips are okay, I don’t really taste the soy sauce. I mainly taste butter but they aren’t too bad.

Crown and Ribbon Headband

I’ve always had a fondness for things like crowns and tiara, so I fell in love with this when I saw it. It reminded me a lot of something you’d see in Aikatsu, or Pripara, or maybe a Magical Girl series.

I only own a few headbands and rarely ever wear them, mainly because they give me headaches. It’s been disappointing, and I knew there was a risk in getting this but how could I pass it up?

These are available in pastel shades of Pink, Red, yellow, purple, and light blue. Each one consists of a big lace bow with a smaller bow, a sequin crown, and a small sphere on each tip of the crown. The spheres alter for each one, but are made of the colors of the five different headbands.

I really, really like this! It doesn’t give me a headache or anything, and after all the other damage of the box I was worried this would have suffered. I was surprised by the amazing shape it’s in. Although, one of the little spheres has a very faint stain on it, it’s not too noticeable.

I’m tempted to purchase one of each color so that I can wear them with multiple outfits.

Ice Cream Octopus Blind Bag

I’ve been eyeing this for a long time and I was so happy to finally get one of my own. These are adorable octopus made to resemble scoops of ice cream, and they’re scented and magnetic. The idea is that you can not only carry them on a chain, but you can plug them into your phone to carry around, put on anything that can hold magnets, and they can connect to the other octopus and cones!

It also turns out the package art was done by TheHollyCopter. I used to watch her on Youtube.

Ironically, I got the one that I thought I would get. I don’t mind because I love smores~ It is scented, it’s kind of like... honey and maybe a little marshmallow or chocolate? It’s kind of weird but don’t hate it. It’s an extremely soft squishy, but it is a fast riser, maybe an 8 out of 10 in terms of speed. It’s nice if you like soft squishy but don’t care about the rising speed.

It’s also recommended for anyone 14 and up, but honestly I think these would be fine for anybody at least 8-10 years old.

Unfortunately, these also cost about 13 dollars- which is why I only got one. What bugs me is that I assumed you would get a cone too, but you don’t. So I’m not sure if they only come with some of the octopus, or if you might get a cone instead of an octopus.

For that price, I’m worried about buying another one, even though I really do like it. I’d like to get more but I think I’m going to wait for the time being.

Egg Highlighters

(sorry for the blurry pic)

This is another item I’ve been looking at for a long time, so I was excited to get these :3 It’s a set of 6 small highlighters, each with its own color, expression, and scent. They come in an adorable little pouch to carry them around easier.

The scents are probably very obvious, but I made this chart:

Pink - Strawberry - Strong scent

Peach - Orange - Faint scent

Yellow - Lemon - Very Faint scent

Green - Apple - Light/Medium scent; stronger in the marker than paper

Blue - Blueberry - Very Strong scent

Purple - Grape - Strong scent

As markers for writing or coloring or scribbling, they work great. I had no problem with the ink, but as a highlighter they’re a bit too solid for that, at least blue and purple seem to be. But for circling and underlining it’s fine.

These had a handful of other problems though, like one is “too juicy” around the nub/tip, almost all of them have flaked or smudged faces. But these work really well for me. I read the reviews on Blippo though, and a lot of people had similar problems, so I would warn you to really take thought into this item before you buy it.

Choco Mint Taiyaki & Pretty Cure Gummies

Next up are the 2 other snack items I got. After everything else I wasn’t sure what to expect with them- but I was relieved to find they put them in a zip lock bag. I’ll give them a point for at least doing that.

We’ve been over this before, I’m obsessed with Pretty Cure so I HAD to get these. You get a set of 4 packs, one of each Cure, and the flavors are lemon, peach, and grape, but they each have 2 or all 3 flavors per-pack. Each gummy is rounded with a heart on top, very cute and soft.

If you read my prior review you might recall me mentioning that you would be seeing another taiyaki very soon- and this is it :D I was very enticed to order this when I saw it, because I LOVE mint-chocolate, so a mint flavored chocolate has to be good right?

This thing is AMAZING! The mint flavor is very strong, and there’s a long-lasting cooling sensation in my mouth, even though I only took two bites of it. It feels as good as it tastes~! Would recommend!

Dress-up Puffy Stickers

These are other items I really wanted to get for a long time, but back then they had a bunch- they really downsized now but they still have a bunch of really cute ones. Mostly all of them have 2 different sets includes, but due to how it’s folded I couldn’t show both of them. But don’t worry, because I was considering making a separate post for these if you want to see it up-close and personal.

I came up with a wonderfully kawaii idea; I’m going to get a pretty notebook or a binder to collect these in. I’ll dress them up and decorate the pages, it’ll be so much fun~

But of course with the box being banged up, this was too. The top portion of it is really bent, and so are a few of the items and one “doll”. But while I might not be able to get rid of the annoying lines in the items, I can at least press this a little to try to rid of the annoying bend.

I really hope when I get more of these that this isn’t a problem again...

~Closing Commentary~

Okay, so to begin with... I’ll say it now, I was highly disappointed by the shape of the box, as well as the fact it’s just an average box. I’ve ordered from the Japan Crate shop before (2 cheap items) and they provided us with a clean, branded box. I’ve also paid more money (but less than this order) for an order from Candysan and got an average box, but at least nothing was damaged and it had a cute thank you letter they send everyone.

They made me feel special for ordering with them basically, and this made me feel distraught. I don’t blame Blippo for the shape of the box, but I can blame them for not putting more effort into their own branding. Although if you buy their “specialty packs“ I mentioned earlier then you’ll get a cute exclusive Blippo bag.

Next, I paid... I think $34.00 dollars for a beaten up box with beaten up or marked up items. I did get everything, and a couple of things were fine, plus I got two free items (one of which is just sad).

I feel like I was punished for free shipping...

All and all, I wouldn’t discourage anyone from ordering from Blippo.com, but if you can afford it I would recommend not doing free shipping, and also, if an item has reviews make sure you look at them before you make a decision.

I had planned on ordering from Blippo next month and changing things up a little to see if it goes any better, but I might just check the other shops related to the other subscriptions I get and see if anything interests me. I’m not sure yet.

Until next time remember to stay cute and keep opening up (hopefully non-beaten up) boxes of cuteness!

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