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nytb · 1 year
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Game Night
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Manchester United got on the right food from the get-go, having brought in reinforcements, they were well covered on all lines. The Spanish links were strong, Y/N Y/L/N and Lucia Garcia had fun up front while Ona Batlle joined from time to time on the attack. For Halloween, Ella Toone decided that a good old Game Night was long overdue.
"9PM, my place" the Brit declared in the locker room. Her teammates looked confused, rightly so "Tooney, have you fallen on your head again?" Ona mocked her teammate. Lucia joined the conversation "Game night?" she asked "Like monopoly or PS4" she scrambled from her little English vocabulary making the players laugh. "Console" Toone replied within her laughter "But make it Halloween" she added requesting her guests to show up with costumes on "I have-" you started to form an excuse to not attend the evening but were interrupted by an excited On "Noooooo" she begged "Please come" she added receiving an empty look from you "PLEEEEASE" she pleaded further. "Fine-" you replied "Tooney send me the adress" you requested "I will run some errands but I should be there by 10" you added as you left the locker room. Alessia, your flatmate, and the person you usually rode to training with ran after you "Waaait" she said grabbing you by the shoulder "I'm getting a ride right?" she asked "Like usual" you laughed.
In the locker room, some of the players gossiped about your possible relationship "Those two seem to be hanging out often no?" Maya asked the group, getting some strange looks from some of them. "Yeah-" Lucia answered "They're uhh..." she thought "friends" the attacker added. Nikita, who was close with Russo joked "Yup, they're friends allright" clearly implying that there was something going on with the flatmates. Some of them kept gossiping, but when Toone saw how sad Ona got by the conversation, she sat beside the fullback.
"You ok?" she asked quietly so nobody would pick up on their chatter "Oh- I'm fine" Ona replied slightly startled "Thinking about what I'm going to dress up as" she lied. "Mhm" Toone mumbled "So that face has nothing to do with the gossip?" she asked, already knowing the answer "I'm pretty sure there is nothing going on between them" she added. Ona, shocked at how much her teammate knew, asked "How would you know?" getting a reply from a mere gesture.
Toone pointed at Earps "If they were a thing, she would know about it" she stated "Have you noticed how quiet she is right now?" the midfielder continued. Parris saw the two of them talking, and decided to join "I'm joking by the way" she whispered "I could help you shoot your shot ya know" the forward suggested getting an instant reply from Toone "Yup, tonight we will wingwoman you" she added, not taking no for an answer "Dress as a hot cop" Parris suggested "We will do the rest" grabbing Toone away so they could plot their game plan.
Most of the players made it to the game night, Y/N and Russo being the last ones to arrive. "We're here" you burst through the door that was left open "And we brought booze" Russo cheared setting a beer case down on Toone's counter.
Ona was sitting on the couch next to Parris, playing some shooter game, getting a nudge on the shoulder from the forward "Imma go", the defender grabbed onto Parris's arm like her life depended on it "Don't leave me alone" she pleaded, the forward winked "I'm just making room for the protagonist" she replied calling you over "It's your turn to keep the Spaniard occupied". The opportunity got you smiling "Gladly" you replied grabbing the controller away from the forward's hands. "So what are we playing?" you asked Ona getting right into the game.
Thankfully, Ona had a successful career and her livelihood didn't depend on her gaming skills "Oh you're bad" you mocked the fullbacks abilities, getting a slight punch on the shoulder as an answer "I'm glad you're not a boxer either" you mocked the Spaniard strength "You're mean" she complained, you decided to flirt "and you like it"
The both of you kept making fun of each other during the night as you helped Ona in the game, teaching her how to win and all. Something that would come in handy for the tournament the players would have later on.
Toone announced the start of said tournament, making the teams as she pleased "I wanted to be with Y/N" Ona complained "She's too good at the game" the midfielder replied "But I'll allow her to be your coach", clearly that was part of her wingwoman duties.
As the tournament went on, Ona stuck on you, getting as many instructions as possible, celebrating every kill with you. Ona's team got to the final, it was her and Le Tissier against Galton and Russo. "Roommate alliance" Alessia stated, hoping you would have mercy and abandon Ona's team "Nope, she got to the final" you replied "She is winning it now" you were confident in what you had taught Ona "Way to put pressure on the girl" Galton replied hoping she could intimidate the Spaniard. "Shut it" you laughed as the players got ready for the final match.
Le Tissier, who was on her last life, stuck around Ona, hoping she would get some instructions from you, but those were only for Ona "Go that way" you instructed the fullback, allowing her to sneak behind their opponents and shoot them dead. "One more" Ona celebrated as she killed yet another character making you facepalm as you saw what she had done.
Realising that she was now alone, in game, against Galton and Russo, "She's dead" the Spaniard stated "I'm alone" she looked at you hopeless. You could only laugh at how lost Ona was, not understanding what was happening "Yeah-" you replied "You killed her" you laughed your ass off. Ona wasn't so pleased at the situation "2v1? It's not fair" she complained, to which Russo replied "You have Y/N, that isn't fair either".
"You can still pull this off" you motivated your trainee, getting closer to her, you whispered "Hand me the controller in a bit". In-game, Ona got closer to Galton's and Russo's characters, sneakily, she handed you the controller. In a matter of seconds, the game was won. Placing the controller on Ona's hands before anyone realised the swap, the fullback celebrated with you, jumping around in Toone's living-room, hand in hand.
"How were we meant to beat the dream team" Russo complained to which you replied "Sucks to suck" mocking her as you celebrated with your favourite Spaniard yelling dream team as you jumped around.
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arrancxr · 1 year
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Allright, sooo there was this request that I recall seeing on your blog, but it was rejected at the time because your requests weren't open then, I think, so imma go for it now. Please give us the naughty nsfw alpha ulquiorra x omega reader hcs.
Of course~ ;3c As usual, these ended up almost more introspective than "naughty", but what do we expect from me, by now?
. . .
• As an Alpha, Ulquiorra is every bit as in denial of his feelings. He refuses to acknowledge such foolish, inconvenient things as a desire to care for others. He finds the very suggestion disgraceful... right up until he spends enough time around an Omega human who's far too in tune with their dynamic, and knows exactly how to draw out what he's made himself ignore. Ulquiorra is somewhere between ignorant and willfully oblivious of what his body and instincts want, but he's also stubborn.
• When it comes to Ruts, he gets possessive. As in, Ulquiorra wants to shut you away somewhere "safe" and hidden where he's the only one who can attend to you— and when you allow that, the instincts make him weird. Suddenly, he wants your touch more than anything, and even making himself leave the room is an insurmountable challenge. He's even more sensitive to touch than usual, and the scent of you makes his head spin. He's too agitated and overwhelmed to hold onto his pride for much longer.
• The second he finally snaps, he's gone. And once conscious thought is switched off, Ulquiorra is mindlessly nuzzling into you, wordlessly demanding touch because, from you, it feels right. It's up to you to guide his hands and take the lead, but for once, he's operating too much on instinct to even try to complain about how unnecessary this physical indulgence is. Every time you sigh with pleasure and relax underneath him, something desperate and purely instinctive lights up with the sense that this is right— and that's enough to consume him for a while, at least.
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aterfish · 2 years
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For the Hazmat/Containment Breach AU would Danny initially try to pretend to other people that he's just using advanced Fenton tech? Not his parents of course, scatter brained as they are they know what stuff they have created and put into every suit they make. But the civilian populace. Imagine an Amity that doesn't have a Ghost Boy protecting them, but a mysterious man with in a Hazmat suit a strange presence to him. Sure he helps and is a decent enough guy, but there's something off about him. Something in the back of your head that whispers that this man shouldn't be here. The slow creeping dread of the people as they watch his suit torn apart more and more, the rising evidence of inhumanity growing and growing, until suddenly they see the void of green stars in a humanoid adjacent form, and realise that whatever was in that suit was not a man, and had not been a man in a long time.
Also, just people initially thinking Hazmat Danny is a grown man because the suit masks all identifying features like build, voice, etc, that would show that Phantom is a kid.
Sidenote: When I read that the Suit heavily restricts much of his initial strength, agility, and mobility in favour of making Danny a tank what does that mean in the future? Does Danny struggle not weighing like a thousand pounds and being figuratively or literally weightless? Does he need to learn to adjust his fighting style to stop taking hits that he cannot afford to anymore? Does the suit act as a restraining bolt on all his abilities and the moment it is gone suddenly Danny has been thrown leaps and bounds ahead of all of his enemies because he has been wearing restrictive gear and now he is free and stronger for having trained under such arduous conditions. I just love the idea that someone breaks the suit and thinks it is an instant win now, only for Danny to suddenly be able to effortlessly kick their ass.
If Danny is catapulted to an insane level of power when the suit comes of, I do wonder how he and everyone would react to this? His loved ones are probably glad he might stop getting hurt so much. Danny might initially relish the power boost but learn to fear it because good god does he not know how to handle this. His parents and maybe even a lot of the people of Amity are probably terrified about what this means now that this super powerful ghost is no longer holding back, a fear only compounded by the inevitable rise in collateral damage now that Danny has lost all of his skill in exchange for absurd power.
Okay, heck yes thank you for this.
Because the suit blocks every power he uses to dissapear afer a fight in canon, here he has to literally walk away and hide so he can change to human form and then use his, slightly better then in canon but still weak, powers to get invisible and intangible.
So he quickly finds out it's easier to not fight in sight if possible.
Combined with how the suit makes his voice more muffled and echoing (can't be heard in fights means no quips, sorry), Danny is basically bearly seen, silent, all spooky and glowy in public. A cryptid.
That means when someone sees him they are more concerned about what they are even seeing and not the spicy details like who created the suit.
And even when people start to talk, there are so many theories based on single encounters that almost noone is even close to the truth.
Right after Danny looses the suit, he is overcharged, overpowered and totally not prepared.
As he stabilizes he has to relearn how to fight and for a bit he's basically a glass cannon. Good thing he has friends that can help.
I wonder what habits are going to stay tho 👀
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tobealostwanderer · 3 years
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Alive
There was an explosion. Only difference this time was that you were caught in the blast.
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Javi x gn!Reader (no Y/N)
Cw: Angst, blood, explostions, mentions of death, cursing
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It seemed to be a normal day in Medellín. You were off duty for the day, spending it going to the nice café close to your appartment complex and strolling around the city. You didn't have off days very often and if you did you would still meet up with Murphy and Peña at the bar. Today wasn't such a day and it was.. nice. Having an entire day for yourself.
You entered a nice boutique and browsed for some nice clothes. You didn't buy nice things for yourself often and today was a great day to pamper yourself. You pulled out a few cute pieces you thought would look nice on you, paid and left the store.
The streets were a bit busy and a few people were running around. You tried not to think much of it but something felt... Off, about it. Picking up the pace, you started heading back home.
Only, you didn't get very far until the entire block seemed to explode. The blast hit you and you were flung back across the street and against a building. Your head hit the bricks hard and you blacked out.
When you finally came to, the first thing you noticed was the ringing in your ears. There was no noise but the headache awakening ringing that didn't seem to stop. Then you noticed the heaviness in your body. Everything hurt. Everything was heavy. As you opened your eyes, you had to close it just as quick because of the bright light. You felt around. Your hands were wet with something and sharp rocks dug into your hands.
When the ringing lessened, you started to hear the screaming. People were crying, yelling, being loud. You heared sirens. Many of them. And as you opened your eyes for the second time, you saw the blue and red flashing colors of the cars.
You noted that you were in a secluded spot, you were flung into an alleyway. It didn't seem like anyone had found you yet.
Your police and DEA training had prepared you for this, but all training seemed to be forgotten at the moment. Your brain felt like mush and you could barerly think with the ringing in your ears, so you just started yelling.
You don't know what you are yelling or how long or loud you are being. You just hope that someone, anyone will hear it and come get you. This was the first time you were absolutely terrified, and you had caught bullets before so that is saying something.
You started sobbing once the full impact hit you. The fact that you are still alive. That there are possibly many people dead. That you can't help the DEA and police at the moment but that you are the one needing help. The pain in your body and being unable to do shit.
You heard something in the distance. You couldn't decipher it but suddendly there was a pair of shoes in front of you. Someone kneeled down, and your gaze fell on the familiar face of your partner, Javier Peña. Ofcourse it's Peña you thought.
"Fuck" you heard him say, calling your name and tapping your face. "Javi. Javi it hurts. It all hurts" you whimpered. His gaze scanned your body and he cursed again and turned to the scene behind me, yelling for someone.
"You stay with me, you hear. We cannot lose you right now" Javier said. He carefully propped you up against his legs and put pressure on a painful spot on your torso. You flinched away from him but it made him just hold you a bit tighter. Another airy sob left you, Javier sushing you.
"Murphy is gonna get the paramedics. He will be here in a second. Hold onto me. Stay awake. If you fucking go to sleep I swear on the entire DEA and Escobar I will bring you back just to kill you again-" Javier kept rambling and you tried to focus on his frantic words and touch. "Javi I'm tired" you said.
Your head was so heavy. And your eyelids kept on closing but you forced yourself awake every time. Your training slowly returned and you tried to calm yourself down, fighting the sleep and focusing on Javier. God knows how long it will be until you are this close to him again.
Maybe it is time. Time to let go. Time to maybe tell Javier what you really thought of him. Time to leave the DEA and Escobar behind. Time. Time is precious. You never had enough time and now you probably never would have. You could only fight this much so you decided, yes, it's time.
"Javi. I- listen-" you coughed a few times as your lungs felt crushed. "I- I like you a lot. As- i wanna fuck you 'n cuddle 'n shit-" you coughed again, feeling something wet trickle down your mouth and you immediately knew it was blood by the metallic taste it left in your mouth. "Dunno if Imma be- fine. Thought- thought you might wanna know" you said, right before you lost the fight and closed your eyes for maybe the final time.
Death was scary. Death was something that surrounded you daily. You have seen people die, by your hand or other's. You never imagined how you would die yourself, but being flung against a wall and falling still in the arms of a man that you liked, but only from the sidelines, seemed about the be the right amount of karma for you.
Bright white surrounded you when you came to. A groan left you as you felt heavy again. People always talked about how light they felt when on the brink of death, but you felt heavy. And everything hurt. You were a bit more comfortable than the hard walls and concrete you were lying on though, so you really thought you were dead. For good.
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You eyes opened slowly and you were in a bright, white room. There was a machine somewhere beeping and other than the figure in the chair next to you, the room was empty.
"Javi" you whispered when you finally saw clearly. He was asleep but woke when you called him. He sighed, a tiny smile on his face as he saw you awake. He called your name and was by your side in a few seconds.
"Am I dead? I must be dead.. At least it can't be that bad if you are here" you whispered, still a bit delusional. "Nono, sweetheart, you're here. You're alive. Murphy was just in time with the medics. Fuck- I am so glad you're okay" he said. He pushed a button next to your bed.
"What happened?" You asked after a few seconds. "The Cartel planted a few big bombs in the street. You were on the edge of the blast but the entire street is in shambles" Javier explained. "Can you remember what happened before the blast?" He then asked you.
"My head hurts.. I.. I remember shopping.. And buying shit.. And then I got this feeling like something was wrong.. And then I was flung against a wall and blacked out" you said. The nurse walked in right after you said that, telling you that you had almost all your ribs broken and a hole in your side where a rock punctured you and a giant concussion but you were otherwise allright. She gave you some meds for the headache and left to call in Murphy and Carillo.
"We need to talk about... What you said" Javier said when the nurse left. You nodded slightly. "Not now though, you need to recover at least. When you feel stronger we will talk" he muttered. He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. He slowly dropped your hand before Murphy and Carrilio entered the room. With a last smile, Javier left the room, and even though you wanted him to stay, you knew he would be uncomfortable with the other two men in the room.
Life wouldn't be the same after this. The relationship between you and Javier wouldn't be the same after this. But you were happy that you were still here, and prepared to fight harder against the Medellín Cartel and Pablo Escobar.
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djfalloutwolf · 5 years
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ALLRIGHT, IMMA HEAD OUT TO AREA 51, SEE YA.
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kuzi-the-hunturr · 6 years
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“Did you just hiss at me?” and “Enough with the sass!” ( Also @darkspear-panther )
@darkspear-panther IDK XD
Rub-a-dub-dub two “It’s complicated” trolls in a tub!
“Kij! KIJ!!” Kuzi shouted, standing with hands on her hips in very much a “mom” pose “ya come down now or imma climb up aftah ya” she shouted to the troll clinging to a tree in the Orgimmar drag.
The city chase they had been doing at the beginning of the day had been a good idea, the sneaking around the city stables, not so much, and startling the resident kodos ‘till they shat themselves… Not.at.all! 
“Kij come down here, ya look like a mud pie an’ smell like a dung-heap!” she yelled again, but Kij’aza clung stubbornly to her branch “I kno’ wha’ ya gonna do, throw me een a tub and make me all parfumey, how Imma track beasts smellin’ like a rosebush??” Kij yelled back.
Kuzi glared up at the tree “fine, ya wanna play, we play” she muttered and latched onto a low branch, clambering through the foliage she tried to keep a visual of her friend and also reach a limb to grab.
“hah! ya think ya gonna get me” Kij crowed “ya may be oldah and, questionably, wisah, but I been climbin’ trees since I coud walk” she taunted, dodging Kuzi’s grabs.
Suddenly her surroundings went quiet, her ears pricked up and her body tensed up, too quiet, a prickling rushed up her neck and just as she was about to leap from the branch she was perched on, a pair of strong arms locked around hers.
“Ya know tha best thing in tha world, little girl?” Kuzi whispered in her ear “Havin’ who ya want exactly where ya-”
“Creaaa-aak… “
In a blur they both tumbled from the tree into a jumbled heap on the dusty ground and in the confusion Kuzi had somehow gotten one of Kij’aza’s legs over her shoulder and heaved them upright with kuzi standing shaky-legged and Kij dangling over her shoulder!
“Lemme down!!” Kij’aza shrieked indignantly, flailing to get a grip on the other huntress, who was already trotting back to her hut where the offending bathtub stood..
“no chance, no friend o’ mine’s gonna run around smellin’ like ya do right now” Kuzi retorted while trying to keep her nose as far away from Kij’aza as possible.“nobody ever died from a bath kij” 
Kij’aza made a final flail and deflated with a protesting sound
Kuzi stoped and turned her head to the winded troll..
“Kij… did ya just hiss at me?”
Kuzi staggered through her door and kicked it shut behind her. The fire-pit in her hut had been temporarily turned into a tub, with clear hot water and fine soaps and other niceties lined up at the side. 
She pinched the closest butt cheek which earned her a yelp.
“Now ya can choose, eitah play nice, get washed and ya can do as ya want to in about 15 minutes, or, Imma treat ya like tha lil’ brat ya lookin’ ta be and we gon’ be here all day, so what’s is gonna be?” she finished her speech, one arm around Kij’aza’s waist and the other at her hip.
“get bent!” was the sour reply..
“Allright.” She proceeded to unceremoniously dump Kij’aza in the tub.
“ahurgh” Kij’aza shrieked, grabbing for an edge and hacking up water “ugh ain’t even soap in ‘ere an’ is already nasty” she proclaimed, nose wrinkling.
Kuzi looked over her soaps and decided on a woodsy smelling variety “dont be so difficult, Anton says “clean-ness next ta god-ness”” she grinnned.
Kij crossed her arms and jutted her chin out “An’ jus’ what tha keep me from gettin’ outta ‘ere and nevah come back as long as ya got them soaps?” she taunted again.
Kuzi considered for a moment before dropping the soap and starting to strip down.
“H-hey now” kij stuttered, scooting to the far end of the tub, “ya aint hafta be that serious” she tried to look pretty much anywhere but kuzi as she shook her moahwk back and climbed into the tub, they regarded each other for a tense second , and then the commotion started;
Kij’aza tried to leap from the tub, Kuzi managing to grab her ankle and drag her back in and get Kij trapped against her chest “c’mon now firecracker, enough with tha sass, ya be a nice girl and get washed and Imma even make ya gumbo when we through” Kuzi wheedled into her ear.
Kij stared at the roof and gradually let her body un-tense, which was easier said than done, what, with her friend’s rather full chest against her back, but finally decided to play nice, she drew her knees up and fixed her gaze on a knocked over soap floating by her, slowly being lulled by kuzi scrubbing her back and humming “it’s the boogy boogy beat” 
Bonus: three hours later, a squeaky clean Kij’aza is tucking away gumbo.
“Kij stop bein’ so salty, ya’ll ruing tha food!”
@curiouscodex for mention.
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STON POET - THE GOVERNMENT..(DONALD TRUMP IS THE ANTICHRIST; LUCIFER)
Fuck it, haaaaaaa..
Aye,, the government ain't nutting but, the government ain't nutting (but a*2) (bunch of*2) bitchess..The government (ain't nutting*2) (but a*2) bunch of lies & tripping..(The government*2) ain't nutting but Satan just tryna rip all of us off man..
(Nigga the goverment*2) (nigga they*2) childish..The government beennn betraying us sinnnce, nigga since Satan fell out man..
Nigga (yeah*2) been distracting us been nigga been in our heads, fucking wit us nigga they can't fuck wit us no more, nigga no morrre..
(OFTR*2) nigga thats how Imma live fa-ever, Imma live dat way cause that's how Im suppose ta live nigga..They telling me ta live this robotic worldly way but (thats not*2) nigga thats not the path Im CHOSEN ta live by..
Imma Immaaa live fa ever, I nigga I ride I rise allright..
Nigga (yeah*2) the government ain't shit, man fuck the government they..Nigga they got planss ta da ta destroy our race mann..Nigga (gotta think*2) big (can't let em*2) get ta us..FUCK THEM (yeah*2) nigga the government ain't nutting but a uhh (but*2) a bunch of bitchess..
The government ain't nutting but a (bunch of*2) bitchess..The government ain't nutting (but a*2) mufucking secret society nigga with human souls & minds thats missing..
Nigga (fuck the government*2) nigga the government ain't shit they ain't shit , ain't shit, they just bitchesss...
#STONWILL
YEAH NIGGA ALL YALL BITCHES CAN'T SAY OR DO NOTHING BOUT THIS SONG..
I (GOT MY RIGHTS*2) FROM YAHUAH THATS THE TRUE GOD, THE OWNER OF THIS WHOLE UNIVERSE..
IM KING ARCHANGEL MICHAEL, MADE RULER OF THIS EARTH..
EITHER EXPOSE YALLSELVES WHICH GONE HAPPEN ANYWAY, EVEN IF YALL DO IT YALL SELVES OR DON'T WANNA..FUCK DONALD TRUMP HES LUCIFER, "YALL OWNER", YALL HAVE TO OBEY HIM,DID DAT TA YALLSELVES 😈🔥😭💀🔥..
BUT US ANGELS DON'T,, HE'S A SLAVE TO THE BEINGS OF HEAVEN ; THANKS 2PAC FOR SHEDDING BLOOD FO THE SQUAD..EVERY INCARNATED ANGEL DON'T HAVE TA TAKE NO ORDERS FROM HUMANS OR LUCIFER..
YALL HAVE TO TAKE OUR ORDERS, IF NOT ME & TUPAC MEMBERS OF THE HOLY TRINITY, IM THE HOLY SPIRIT HES THE SON, WILL CAUSE THE FIRST TRUMPET...
FALL IN LINE WIT OFTR KILLUMINATI WORLD ORDER OR STAY DOWN HERE UNDER THE ANTICHRIST DONALD J. TRUMP RULE, OR RISE TO HAVE TRUE FREEDOM BE RENEWED & BECOME A SPIRIT..
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sillyheadcannons · 7 years
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Bendy is the king of destruction. Like, he will pretend to be carefull, only to destroy something purposely.
Bendy: BORIS!!
Boris: *Pokes head out of the third floor window* Whats wrong, Bendy?”
Bendy: The front door is stuck, and i can’t get in! Can you open the window a bit more?
Boris: Sure thing Bendy! But why?
Bendy: Imma toss my head inside! *Bendy grabs his head with a wide smile*
Boris: Okay! Try not to break the window! *Opens it up as much as possible* Allright, there you go!
Bendy: *Aims his head and throws it* *Head crashes through the wall and lands on the ground* *Body reappears* Taaadaaaaa!
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19th december 2016
Okay Okay Okay Uhm First things first, (I'm the realest) I'm fucking nervous for this new therapy thingie I'm go Freedom, I don't feel that. Imagination, I do have that. And I can imagine what Freedom feels like. Like.. Uhm Like stepping out the door and it's really cold out and you're still comfortable from the warmth inside and you're wearing warm clothes and you don't know where you're going and the light outside is bright and you bite for that first heap of air. That first breath. That's what I imagine Freedom feels like. That's what I know Freedom feels like. Problem is tho. It's not a constant. Far from it. For almost constantly I feel pressed. Stressed. Afraid even. I mean, fucking laugh all you want, but I'm genuinely scared for a third World War to break out. And I ain't fighting for a country that I don't feel a part of. I'm not fighting for borders I don't believe in. I'm not fighting for a system that's not built for me. I'm not fighting to protect the generations above me that are fucking me over. I'm not gonna protect a people or a country or a system that has never picked up responsibility. Fuck that. And fuck you. I would fight tho. Not for you. For me. For my generation. I'm afraid I'm able to pick up arms to fight the ones that never claimed responsibility. I'm able to terrorize. My generation is capable of terrorism. HOW IN THE NAME OF FUCK DO YOU SPREAD IDEOLOGY WITHOUT IT LEADING TO VIOLENCE?! There's Extremist Buddhists right now! Are you reading this?! Extremist, violent, killing, terrorizing, FUCKING BUDDHISTS?! what the fuck (I luv buddhism 😭) (I luv marxism 😭) (If I was born two hundres years ago I would have luved kapitalism) Okay Okay Okay Gaaaaaaawd Let's talk, shut up Ghiel. Let me write about this upcoming third year exhibit. I figured I was done for that. Or well, that I had my concept ready, and that's like half the work. But! Talking with Juf yesterday and talking with my new psychologist fucked this up. See, my idea was to present my readymades; Britney (2007), Kim K (2016), Nicolas Bourriad on fb and Marina and Ulay on Tumblr. Now, I had the intention of showing this in an art context to see what would happen, how people would respond, what they would think and learn. Basically it being an extension of the research that I'm already doing while finding these readymades. And so, I wanted to talk to all of the viewers and visitors and hear them out. But I cant be everywhere! So insert: Doubles! Dopplegangers, lookalikes. I've been wanting to work with doubles for quite some time now. Ever since I was starting to work with fashion. Seemed like a lot of fun! Hahah and it clearly makes a statement on fame and the artist myth and the artist's created persone. Lyfe as a form of art! Persona as a work of art! And then I envisioned my Doubles to have my readymades on their laptop/iPhone/iPad. And then what? Will they approach every visitor? Will they walk around the exhibit? Will they have to stay in the exhibit? Do they have to stay in one place? Should they wait for visitors to address them? I DONT KNOWWWW OKAY so juf warned me that all these layers could get in the way of eachother. And then my psychologist today was talking about communication and how multiple layers of communication get in the way of eachother and are confusinf. I don't want this to happen. I think. The thing also is that I'm not working with one statement here. I'm uhm.. it's research. And that's what's fucking me up right now. I cannot implement clear communication into this exhibit if I don't have anything to communicate. What the fuck should I do? The commision wants the application in two days and I don't have a clear ideea to start working with. Fuuuuuuuuyyyyyycj Maybe doing research isn't a bad thing. It could be super interesting. I was also thinking that I don't have to be in this exhibition. If I think about 'the greater whole' I would much rather be in your phone, in your pocket forever than in your face for about a minute. Fuuuuuyyyck im soooo lossssst This fucking pressure. Goddamn I could also Have the readymades hung up on the walls. Neat. Nice. Empowering. Monumental. And now, it's a one night exhibit. So everybody wants to talk to the artist, right? Insert doubles. Fuck! No! The doubles lose all their function. Do they? It's still a statement on the artist's created persona. God, I'm so lost. I hate everything coming out of my brain right now. I just wanna make music, fam. First things first. Jezus Zo de weg kwijt Okay Okay Okay Let's see Chapters? Ja sure let's do this Chapterssss... Uhm.. Omggg Daily Wisdom? Philosophy? UTOPIA icons, iconoclasm? The way every human being comes to fruition? Is there a word for that? My god, I feel like these chapters are gonna change every single day. Whats the point of this? WHATS THE POINT TO LYFE? Ah, existentialism is another one I think. Do I have too many already? Looooooost (boys) I feel like these chapters are intertwining. Wait, that's allright, right? Like Fuck Idk Cos Me now starting with music is mostly Daily Philosophy, but also a part Iconoclasm and icons Yes those two go together! What the fuck! 2k16's so weird! I have to prevent WW3 I don't feel like I will ever be an essayist like they're supposed to be. Jesus I'm all over the place Fuck conservatists Fuck patriarchy Fuck sexism Fuck you I'm so energetic and soooo tired at the same time I got this hyperfocus going on but it's going eeeeeverywhere How to spread ideology (without violence) is a chapter i think Let's see What do I have so far? Everyday Philosophy Utopia Iconoclasm Human being to Fruition Existentialism (Idiot, that's equal to the first one) Spreading Ideology (on your bread!) Okay Let's put them in order of what's chronologically kinda possible slash logical hahahaa fuck me Everyday (i dont like that word) Philosophy Ordinary? Daily? Common? Idk? Iconoclasm Daily Philosophy Human being to Fruition Spreading Ideology UTOPIA I feel like there is so many joints and bridges that these topics turn into a fucking paste in my head. And I feel like anyone can see that and that makes me feel dumb. Are these all the chapters? Who knows? You don't even know, Ghiel. I want a blog. For all my diaries and thoughts and sources. And i wanna start on my youtube channel. I tried changing my age on facebook. I couldnt? Huuuah? Daily Philosophy is the means, no the medium to handle EXISTENTIALISM thats the chapter. Lets see Where the fuck am I in these chapters? EQUALITY: iconoclasm EXISTENTIALISM: daily philosophy EQUALITY AGAIN?: Human being to fruition UTOPIA: Spreading ideology Utopia Equality+existentialism=utopia? Again EQUALITY EXISTENTIALISM UTOPIA Betekenisvolle naïviteit That's what I have to grasp. Meaningful naivity. Giving meaning to your lyfe in order to survyve. Okay God I'm so tired now. EXISTENTIALISM is the chapter I'm in right now. My works; Destruction Is Followed By Growth, Kijker=Kunst and (You're) Welcome, Not Welcome all dealt with ICONOCLASM. ICONOCLASM to me is fucking up authority, power, expectations and elitism. In my personal lyfe I resist against authority. I don't feel like anyone deserves it. In the bigger picture it's resisting against, well, in the forenamed cases: the zeitgeist, the pedestal and, yes, the police hahaha. Kijker=Kunst dealt with EXISTENTIALISM as well (and even utopia) and well, see, uhm.. Once you (I) dealt with Iconoclasm, you're on your own. You are by yourself. You are selfreliant. (Jesus fuck, terrorist attack in Berlin? Fuuuuck) I am on my own. What will I do today? Tomorrow? For the rest of my life? My friend Joost said the legendary words: 'Giving meaning to your lyfe is a way of survyval.' For without it, you will kill yourself. (Omg did he just say that?) Ja, the case is I neeeed existentialism, I neeeeeed a reason, I neeeeed a meaning. Therefor you, yes YOU need this too. See, this, our time is post-theosomething.. There's no religion. There's noone giving you meaning and without it you are in danger. Jesus, this sounds dramatic. I can't focus anymore. Imma pee. Basically, I wanna save the world hahahah save every fucking human Or well, I care for people. I really do. And I consider the globally ignoring and not knowinf of wishes and initiatives is one of the greatest problems facing us. And I see an outcome or a solution in existentialist philosophy. Problem with this is that philosophy is packed in thick books that barely anyone ever gets to reading and truly understanding. So I feel I should take this knowledge I've taken and developed and pour it in a shape that's accesible. And above all: fun. Yes, it has to be fun. If it doesn't have entertainment value it will only be interesting to a certain few and like I said: I care for all people. So I will do my best to reach as many as possible. Without compromising. So right now I will build, create, shape an album. A music album. To reach people with abstract knowledge packed in words in a form that is entertaining and accesible and is from all media that I know most likely to be repeated the most.
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2,20, 24,25,29,55,59 ?
You always ask me questions, and so many. Thanks bruh
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
With 1 being not at all and 5 being Toko Fukawa, I’d say like a 2 maybe. I’m pretty okay with it but if it’s right after I’ve watched / read / thought about horror related things, that shit shoots up to an unnerving 4.8 due to my overactive imagination
20. What is your best physical attribute?
Uhhhhhhhhh idk??? I really couldn’t say.
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal
ALLRIGHT Imma get some chocolate spread (or nutella, that works too) and Imma put that on the bread, then get a banana and mush it up and slap that in, then some chocolate sauce and marshmallows and maybe ice cream?? idk
Is this how ice cream sandwiches work? XD IT’S NOW A BANANA SPLIT SANDWICH, DEAL WITH IT.
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
Gonna get me some videogames :D
29. What is your favourite expletive?
I wouldn’t say it out loud probably?? But off the top of my head, “motherfucking chicken nugget bitch shit” sounds amazing
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
Hahah no, but my accent is like a mix if that counts? Friends in America say I sound British and friends in Britain say I sound American.
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain
I do not sing. I perform.
But like yeah I sing occasionally (when no one else is in the house as well). Also when I’ve got the time I’ll just sit and think of Dangan Ronpa or the stories I have in my head.
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