#*up and handed me a huge heavy package to carry up the small hill of our driveway and somehow get into the house w it

[ayamturd]

flight│quackity

summary: a late snack run turns into a fun ride; in other words, sleep deprivation and a shopping cart equals helpless giggles and scraped knees

warnings: minor injuries, slight blood descriptions, fluff

pairing: irl cc!quackity

a/n: here’s my sleep deprived, crack continuation of my quack fic payment :P

huge warning in and of itself that it is not edited

wc: (1.3k) - m.list

payment - pt one

Hugging the tub of ice cream close to your chest, you bounced your head to the old song, its tune outdated and staticky on the store speaker. 

Quackity continued to push you in the cramped shopping cart, your lower half completely incased with various snacks and packaged foods. While the trip was originally your idea to satisfy your own guilty pleasures and inability to sleep, dragging Quackity along only fueled your lack of self restraint considering he was now the one adding in the irrelevant items in the cart. 

“Babe,” you called out. Quackity gave out a low hum in recognition that he heard you, his gaze still focused on the shelves of the aisle. 

“Are you sure you want to get these Takis? You’re not exactly one for spicy food.”

He pulled the cart to a sharp stop, the halt jerking you forward as you barely managed to grab onto the sides of the metal basket. Quackity looked at you in disappointment and gestured widely to the snacks you currently sat in. 

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start judging me for my snack choices when you’re the one who’s getting a majority of this shit.”

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, and you quickly narrowed your eyes in turn. The sight alone made him gulp when realized his mistake of questioning you.

“Excuse you. I’m only concerned for your pain tolerance considering how pitifully sad you handle spice. If you wanna judge me then I can just as easily bring you physical pain, since you’re being so insistent right now.”

Eyes wide, Quackity started at you incredulously and shut his mouth close. He barely managed to blink until he attempted to smoothly recover from your none subtle threat. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you and your snack choices?”

You rolled your eyes and turned before he could see your eased smirk, shaking your head lightly while simultaneously throwing the obnoxiously bright purple bag out of the cart. 

“Mhmm.”

After almost two hours alone in the empty store, both Quackity and you were able to agree that you finally finishing your entire sweep around the entire store and decided to pay. 

Although there was no possible line to stop you, you pulled on Quackity’s sleeve as you  approached the only checkout open, the tired employee sitting against the counter with his head on his hand on the verge of falling asleep after watching your silly antics as his only source of entertainment. 

“Wait, Alex, before we pay, is there anything else we could be missing?”

Quackity gave you a deadpan expression as his only response, words unnecessary to express how stupid your question was in the first place. You nodded immediately with close eyes. 

“Yeah okay, good point. Let’s go already.”

As you began the consuming task of placing each item on the conveyer belt, you attempted to turn it into a fun game when tossing the snacks rather than placing, still sat in the cart crossed legged. 

You got arguably pretty far until the cashier had enough of your game and glared harshly down at you, his glasses reflecting the store light and amplifying his lack of patience so early in the morning. He was no doubt payed too little to deal with people like you. 

With a guilty grin, you slowly placed the last bag of chips for him to scan and waited for Quackity to pay. 

“Will you be needin’ a bag?” the man asked in a dead, monotoned voice. You furrowed your brows and looked to Quackity to respond, his own eyes squinted considering the amount you both purchased and were hypothetically expected to hand carry home. 

“Nah, we’ll be fine,” Quackity pushed off, his tone obviously sarcastic. Whether or not the cashier picked up on his joke or not was at a loss to the couple as he nonchalantly ignored it overall. 

“‘kay.”

He swiftly handed Quackity his spare change without looking, and gave a loud yawn before shoving the purchased snacks away from him. 

“Have a nice night.”

Unsure of how to proceed, you pushed your lips together and decided to take it upon yourself to gather the food in your arms, lifting them in your chest and plopping down with them on top of you. 

Like he could read your mind, Quackity wordlessly pushed the cart away with you in it, away from the counter and through the automatic doors of the store. Without as much as a thank you, you both speed away when the worker noted your departure. 

“Hey, now wait a se—”

Giggles soon turned into cackles as Quackity hurried his pace. As you rode over the small bump of the entrance, you screamed with excitement as you raced against only yourself on the asphalt road, stolen cart in bound. 

Quackity pushed off with his dominant foot and stood on the lower ridge, his added weight yet powerful force quickly increasing your speed down the small hill. 

Together, you yelled at the top of your lungs from the weightless feeling of flying, gravity free of its hold on you and you clung onto the snacks in both fear and exhilaration. Quackity’s warm breath radiated near your left ear, his loud shouts smothered by the wind you were catching as he leaned forward in suspense. 

You flew as far as the hill could take you, until a sudden pothole broke your lifted flight. Like Icarus himself, your risen flight was tragically cut short. 

The front wheels of the tiny cart twisted unforgivingly before snapping upon impact with the small ground cavity, launching you both mid air without the freedom to glide gracefully. 

Landing hard onto your hands and knees before tumbling out, you didn’t realize you held you breath from the anticipation until you were letting out heavy chunks of air from your lungs, the intake harsh and winding to feel. 

You were numb and still buzzed from the adrenaline, eyes wide while unsure of what to think of your current status. 

Sprawled slightly a few feet away from you, Quackity’s own exhales joined yours for what felt like minutes before he sat up. He looked at you in panic, suddenly realizing the possibilities of your own injuries in spite of his. 

“Are you okay? Can you f—” your chuckle interrupted him, arm raised to cover your eyes from the kindhearted pureness of his concern for you over his. 

“Yes, Alex. I’m fine, perfect in all honesty.”

As you laid there with your arm still over your face, you felt Quackity slowly make his way over you, his presence hard to ignore no matter how silent he tried to be. Peaking an eye over your arm, you were met with his huge beam, cheeks full by the pull of his mouth and delighted expression. You rolled your eyes from his cheerfulness, but didn’t dare try to hide your own smile.  

“You’re ridiculous.”

Without a beat, Quackity refuted your admittedly true claim. 

“And yet you love me still.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Bonus:

“You didn’t tell me you were fucking bleeding??”

Quackity rushed forwards to hover over your knees, the wound covered in sparse blood and bits of the asphalt imbedded into your skin from the impact. 

While you were in immense pain since the throbbing numbness faded, you only grinned brightly from the cause and reached behind you. 

“No worries, babe, ice cream will save the day.”

You placed the wet condescension of the ice cream tub against your skin with a hiss, tears leaking from the harsh stinging you faced from adding pressure and a change in temperature to the sickly warm cut. 

“See?” you asked, with a wavered smile and clenched teeth, “all better!”

Quackity stared dumbfoundedly at you, giving quick glancings to the now bloody cardboard in your shaking hands and your unconvincing smile. 

“That’s disgusting.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

“…really?”

“I’m bleeding out, give me a break.”

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[dragonrajafanfiction]

Oral Tradition

It was a little past midnight as the weary-eyed students picked up their luggage from the jet. The entire back of the plane had lifted up and a conveyor belt rolled out the attack aircraft they would be using  for the mission. It was like the big Beluga whale plane was giving birth to a killer barracuda.

The jet was outfitted with high powered explosives. The outer shell was made of a material that would shatter and turn into thousands of razor blades, just like the Storm Torpedo had shattered Norton. Huge turrets were armed not with bullets but with thousands of needle-like projectiles like how the sky weapon had devastated Herzog. It was as if the Gear Department had taken all the technology that had been used against the dragons in recent years and put it all in one airborne package.

Brian stood, his duffle bag over one shoulder, watching Ru’Yi collect her things. She seemed sleepy but still bright and happy. He didn’t try to say hi. Their last encounter was humiliating enough. 

It has always understood that through training and learning, even the least of the Hybrids could excel in all sorts of missions in regards to dragonslaying. From the beginning, Brian had distinguished himself in that regard. But at the same time, it was understood that pedigree and bloodline could close the gap between lack of education and training.

He was sure she didn’t mean anything by it personally. She just laid out the facts to him. Ru’Yi’s father and her mother were confirmed slayers of Dragon Kings. She had a better pedigree than even the Executive Department head. Bloodline wasn’t everything, but it was one of the ways you were evaluated. Even though she was not nearly as skilled as the rest, the crowd around her couldn’t help but part now that she had so clearly conveyed to them who exactly she was. She wasn’t even aware of their reverence. She just smiled and nodded in surprise assuming they were being chivalrous when they offered to carry her bags.

He should have taken the hint from his friend Aaron but she definitely put him in his place in her own way. He had no right object any longer.

Aaron stayed next to him, grinning ear to ear.  He raised his face to the warm sea breeze and sighed. “You look like a kicked dog. Cheer up will you?”

He tilted his head to him. “Sure.”

A uniformed woman, tall, with turtle shell glasses, stepped in front of them all. A small smile graced her lips. Her skin was an exceptionally dark and silky ebony. “I’ll be taking you to your accommodations. Please follow me.” Without waiting for confirmation, she turned and started to lead them down a narrow staircase to a passageway below deck.

“Welcome to the Aido-Hwedo. For the unfamiliar, she is a Yorktown-class Aircraft carrier, staffed with 1,273 persons, not including yourselves. We sail for months at a time patrolling for any sign of dragon activity. We are currently carrying 76 aircraft: 10 Seahawk helicopters, 35 Hornets and 31 Super Hornets. Your fighter the Javelin will be making the entry into the weather anomaly but we are here to support you in any way possible. The goal of this mission will be maximum air superiority.”

Despite the age of the vessel, everything was new and state of the art. The halls were spacious enough for them to walk unobstructed even as it was bustling with people. “My name is Lieutenant Summer Hart and I’m going to be your main point of contact.” She turned on her heel to face them. “This cooperation is based on the association with Mr. Baldwin as well as on the goodwill furnished by Principal Anjou. You are representatives and ambassadors here. So don’t do anything to make Anjou sigh in heaven.” She paused a moment and then smiled. “Oh… who am I kidding, we all know he’s in Hell.”

A ripple of soft laughter came from the group. They all had no experience with Anjou in real life, but his reputation for ruthlessness outlived any other trait he had.

Lieutenant Hart continued walking down the hall. “Because you are guests here, we won’t hold you to the full responsibilities of a sailor, however, we are expecting you to be on your best behavior and to follow the schedule of the ship. You are to report at 6 am for roll call. Breakfast is at 8 am. Lunch at 12 noon and dinner at 5 pm. If you are in need of anything we do have a shopping area here on board. As a guest, you are not expected to pay but please…” She glanced behind her. “Do not abuse the privilege.”

“Part of your responsibilities will be keeping your living area clean and tidy. We do not have maid staff on this voyage. At 9 am, your sleeping area will be thoroughly checked for cleanliness and infractions will be reported. Any contraband will be confiscated.” 

The hallway came to an end and she swiped her card. The wall panel suddenly slid open and they were led to what appeared to be something almost like a hospital ward with white walls lined with art and fluorescent lighting.. “This is where you’ll be sleeping. It’s cramped I know but you won’t be here for very long. I know you’re tired from the journey.”

She suddenly turned to Ru’Yi. “Sleeping areas are strictly separated by gender so I’ll show you to the women’s quarters.” She gave the others a fierce glare. “No men are allowed in the women’s area. If you are seen there you will be thrown into the brig. The area is clearly marked.”

Ru’Yi gave a shy little wince. “I guess I have a room to myself?”

“Not really. We weren’t …” Lieutenant Hart paused, rethinking finishing that sentence. Then her smile returned. “We can discuss that later.” She raised her eyes to the rest of the group. “Do you have any questions?”

Shimoda Masato raised his hand. “This is my first time working with the West Africa Branch. Can you tell me a little about your history?”

Liutenant Hart gave a curt nod. “Hybrids have always existed in Africa. While Mesopotamia is traditionally held as the ‘cradle of civilization’, it was the African plains and low forests that birthed humanity itself. We have the oldest relationship and conflict with dragons and their kind.”

She continued. “Our oral history cannot be fully explained by your traditions of the Dark King and the Light King. Our Creation Traditions do have dual gods, Mawu and Lisa. They are Brother and Sister as well as Husband and Wife.  Mawu is Female and Lisa is Male.”

Ru’Yi rubbed her chin.  “Mawu and Lisa are the same Dark King and the Light King?”

Summer Hart shook her head. “We cannot make that assumption. There are too many differences that cannot be explained by Cassell’s traditional knowledge.”

Aaron had an eager expression, pushing to the front of the group.  “Can you give us a brief run down?”

Summer looked a bit tired but couldn’t resist such an enthusiastic and curious audience. . “It was Mawu who created the earth while riding the Rainbow serpent, Aido-Hwedo, sliding across the ground and creating the hills and mountains. After the creation was finished, Mawu felt that the Earth would sink under its own weight, so she tasked Aido-Hwedo to support the earth in its strong coils under the sea.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “In Cassell tradition, there are two Dragon Gods over all dragons, the Dark King Nidhogg and the Light King Izanami. However, in our tradition, the creator duality itself has a parent: Minona. Our traditions are passed down from her, the Mother of the Earth’s creators. She taught us to use the palm tree to tell the future, that is… Alchemy. Minona herself is a twin, sister to the god Legba, which is consistent with draconic relationships and lore. Legba is the one who gave us our Soul Skills.”

The students were whispering and murmuring among themselves after receiving so much new information.

“So, what you’re saying is there are more than two dragon gods? Then how come we don’t read about them in other histories?” Aaron asked, with a puzzled frown.

Summer Hart gave him a kind but pointed look. “Because our traditions are oral, my dear friend. We did not write them down. There are no temples to explore, no ruins, no clay tablet to find.”

Aaron sighed mournfully. “I’m sure Anjou was really curious about it too. It’s a shame he didn’t get to know any of this. I would have loved to have taken a class.”

Summer didn’t respond to that. She simply turned back to the group. “Any other questions?”

Brian lifted his hand. “What sort of kit is on this ship besides the planes?

“The ship is equipped with 8 Mark 12 5"/38 caliber guns, 45 Bofor antiaircraft guns, 32 Oerlikon cannons. All are modified to deal with dragon targets rather than fighter jets. We’re running heavy with alchemy rounds.”

Aaron blinked in shock. He didn’t expect so much artillery. “From the gear department?” 

She shook her head. “We have our own engineers and alchemists to take care of our needs. But please do not be concerned. We pride ourselves on our alchemical prowess and we have a long history of dragon slaying.”

Aaron raised his hand again. “By any chance we could maybe learn more about your type of Alchemy and Soul skills?”

“I will have to ask the brass but… highly unlikely.” She checked her watch. “I will have to take our lone lady to her sleeping quarters. I suggest you get as much rest as you can.”

#Class of 2032 #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction

[castlebay-crossing]

The Villager in Tent Three: Chapter Three

Summary: When Aisling leaves her hometown for the island of Castlebay, as part of Tom Nook’s Deserted Island getaway package, all she expects is sun, sand and plenty of solitude. But when she gets there, not everything is as the brochure said. Secretive villagers, judgemental neighbours, and an antagonistic photographer turn out to be the least of her worries, however, when the mysterious villager in tent three turns up dead one night after a vicious storm that left the only plane off the island grounded. Someone on the island is a murderer. And it’s up to Aisling to work out who it is. Before they come after her, too.

Warning: Major character death, some description of violence

Other Links: Readable on AO3 and FFN.

A/N: Hoo boy, this one was a labour of love! Bit of a long chapter and a fair amount of stuff happens in it! Next chapter will likely be another long one with a lot of stuff also happening, then we’ll be dialling back to island life for a little while! So I hope you will continue to accompany me on this journey! Thank you to everyone who’s read, liked and reblogged so far! I really do appreciate every interaction! 

.-.-.

March 2nd, 2020 – Morning 

The medicine Muffy bought me worked like a charm. It came in two parts – a soft, sweet-smelling cream and a packet of small pink tablets. “Will cure most (non-fatal) illnesses and injuries!” the label boasted. I hoped I’d never have to test it on anything worse than the occasional sickness bug or ache and pain. Muffy helped me spread the cream along the injury and immediately, I felt the sting fade.

“Good as new, nightshade!” she trilled. “Do you feel better now?”

It really was quite remarkable how quickly it worked. Even the swelling looked like it was going down. “Much better, thank you.” I said. “Are you sure I can’t give you anything for the medicine, Muffy? Can I pay you back in some way? I feel bad you had to pay for it yourself.”

Muffy waved her paws at me. “I don’t need any Bells, nightshade! But, I suppose…” she tilted her head, considering. “One thing I do need is a punnet of fresh cherries. I ran out this morning when I used the last on my toast.”

I tried not to think too much about the concept of cherries on toast.

“You’ve seen the cherry trees, right?” she continued. “Even though fruit grows super-quick here, most of the trees near my tent have been picked clean. And the ones growing here aren’t quite ripe enough. But Bill told me there’s a huge patch of them right at the top of the island. I was going to go up but I’m too small to reach the best ones.”

“So you want me to get you… cherries?”

“Absolutely, nightshade!  If it’s not too much trouble, of course.”

It did sound like trouble. Entirely too much trouble. But I couldn’t bring myself to say no to her. She was the first person who had shown me kindness, purely out of the goodness of her heart, in such a long time. Sure, Tom Nook had been kind, especially with the tent and the Nookphone, but it had come out of a package deal that had been bought and paid for. Muffy had done it simply because she wanted to help.

I made myself smile. “Yeah, I can go up and get some for you.”

“Thank you!” Muffy beamed. “I’ll be in my tent the rest of the day so you can drop by any time. And oh, nightshade? You should pick up a few extra while you’re down there. You can bring any items you find to Tom Nook and sell them for Bells. It’s the easiest way to make money.”

Muffy’s advice sound vaguely familiar. It rang a bell, as it were. I snickered to myself, and then cringed at the fact that I’d even entertained such a terrible pun. “Yeah, I think Tom Nook may have mentioned it before,” I said casually, trying to shake off the internal embarrassment.

Muffy nodded. “Well, I better get off home. Thanks again, you’re a solid cat! I’ll be waiting, nightshade!”

She waved me goodbye with one of her chubby paws and toddled away, leaving me sitting alone outside Nook’s Cranny. A wind picked up, lifting the hair from my forehead and leaving the leaves giggling in the trees. Everything else remained still and quiet.

I pulled the Nookphone out and booted up the Island Map. For the first time since arriving on Castlebay, I finally had a chance to look properly at the island’s layout. The whole island was cut into four “parts”, I suppose was the best way to describe it, separated by criss-crosses of river. And as Muffy had rightly said, although the island was fairly covered by trees, they seemed densest at the northern part of the island. But what was the easiest way to get up there?

I set to plotting a route. For all the different sections of the river, only two were passable by bridge. The eastern part of the island – where my tent was – was linked to the central area with Nook’s Cranny, Residential Services and Muffy’s tent. The northern most section – containing Bill and Morgan’s tents – was also connected to my section with a bridge.  I allowed a sigh of relief. It looked like I wouldn’t have to swim up the river or anything ridiculous like that.

It would be a long walk, though. One that would be better started sooner rather than later. I decided that I would call in at my tend and pick up my rucksack, as I didn’t fancy carrying piles and piles of delicate cherries by hand. I tucked the Nookphone back into my pocket, along with the remaining medicine, and set off.

.-.-.

It was lovely to explore the island a bit more. There was sort of a sacredness to the place, this rolling stretch of (mostly) untouched land under a strip of blue sky. The air smelled clean, heady with the scent of woods after rain. Trees lifted their branches up, like churchgoers at worship, gently shaken, but unyielding in the breeze. There was no path once I crossed the bridge into the top section of the island, so I had to wind my way though skinny tree trunks and uneven ground. Sometimes the trees grew so thickly clumped together that I had trouble squeezing past, and other times the terrain opened out into such sparse clearings that I felt exposed and vulnerable, like I was the only other person in the world.

There was a tent pitched about five minutes away from the bridge – a joyful orange in colour with a makeshift post-box stuck haphazardly into the ground. “Bill” was splodged on in blue paint. I took a few minutes to look around the campsite. Aside from a few loose boxes and what looked like the bones of a campfire, there was no sign of life – or Bill himself – anywhere. Muffy had said he liked running. Perhaps he was still off galivanting somewhere.

The cherry trees Muffy promised lay in a small grove twenty minutes away from Bill’s tent. Ahead of the grove, the grass unfurled into a small beach, hidden almost completely from sight by an outcrop of steel-grey rocks. The beach couldn’t have been any more than a few metres in width and length, with a single solitary beach chair set up near the water’s edge. It looked very peaceful. I had to remind myself I wasn’t here to sunbathe. I was here for cherries.

The cherry trees themselves had thin trunks and spindly branches – easy to distinguish from the thick firs and oaks – and the cherries dangled precariously, looking as if they’d drop at any moment under their own weight. The lowest branches hung just above my eye level, so it was easy enough to reach up and pluck the cherries from their stalks. Admittedly, someone Muffy’s height would probably have struggled. A twist of hunger gurgled in my stomach as I breathed in their soft scent. When was the last time I had eaten? I’d had breakfast before getting on the plane at Doveport Airport but between sleeping all day and the sting from the scorpion, I’d not had time to eat anything since. Remembering this, it was like a cavern of emptiness opened in my stomach. The flesh of the cherries was plump, a rich wine-red in colour and I couldn’t resist biting into one. Then another. And then another and another until red stood out around my mouth, my tongue tingled with the mix of sweet and sour, and my belly felt pleasantly full.

Strength returned, I shrugged off my bag, hoping the cherries wouldn’t get damaged when I packed them inside. Hopping from tree to tree, I shook branches and watched the red fruits topple into the grass, gleaming like precious jewels, and then scooped them into my bag. Once I was satisfied, I hoisted the bag back onto my shoulders and walked a few experimental paces. It was certainly heavy, but not enough that it would hinder me on the long walk back. Well, so long as I kept it slow.

With all the tree hopping I’d done I’d wandered away from my original stopping point. I unhooked the Nookphone to get my bearings again. Surprisingly, I found I’d gone far enough that I was closer to Morgan’s tent than anything else. If I squinted and looked across the dipping hills, I could see what looked like the top of a tent among the fronds of leaves.

I could bring Morgan some cherries, I reasoned. He’d come to this place with nothing and nobody, just the same as me. And if we were going to be neighbours, it would make sense to have each other’s backs.

The ground on the way up to Morgan’s tent was messy, littered with branches and weeds, leaving me picking my way across. Several heavy stones stood out like scars, great chunks of them cut away, exposing the ancient layers underneath. I could see Morgan’s tent clearly now, growing out of the hills, a distinctive red that seemed unnatural, bloodlike, against the green of nature.

I was so busy staring at Morgan’s tent that I didn’t notice the hole. My foot slipped on the uneven ground, plunging into a neat little gap. I stumbled and grabbed the nearest tree to steady myself, cursing. The whole tree shook under the impact. Then something dropped heavily to the ground, accompanied by a fury of buzzing.

When I turned my head to look, I came face-to-face with a loose beehive and many small angry bees.

I didn’t wait. Fear gripped my heart; I threw myself to my feet and I ran. Within seconds, the bees followed in one dark cloud, the tempest of buzzing filling my ears. I’d never seen bees behave like this before. Pushing myself through tight clusters of trees, I darted and wove, trying to throw them off, confuse them, but nothing worked. I needed to find cover, quickly.

Morgan’s tent! I’d forgotten about it in the flurry of panic. It wasn’t much, but it was somewhere safe. I pushed harder. The tent flap opened, and Morgan stepped out, his hair tousled, grimacing in the light of the sun.  

“Morgan!” I cried. Let me in!”

He turned towards me, his mouth hanging open. I heard some sort of garbled shout, words crashing into each other, and then I was grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside the tent with me. We crashed through the open flap and onto the ground, but I immediately pivoted on my knees and scrambled for the tent zipper, the droning noise of the bees still ringing in my ears. With trembling hands, I sealed us inside and sat back, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Morgan tugged on the back of my bag. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The presence on the bag was a sharp, and unwelcome, reminder. “My cherries!” I gasped, a brief vision of the fruit turning to nothing but juice pushing its way to the front of my mind.

“Your… cherries?”

“Yes, my cherries!” I opened the bag impatiently. Inside, the cherries stared back, some of them a bit bashed, but mostly intact.

“Why do you have so many—”

“One of the villagers asked me to bring her some cherries in exchange for some medicine she bought me because I got stung by a scorpion on the beach in the middle of the night!”

Morgan blinked. “Are you aware just how ridiculous you sound?”

I sighed and unfolded my legs. “Of course I do. And to top it all off, I disturbed a massive beehive…”

“Did you get stung?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t feel anything.” I checked my arms and legs all the same, but only the sting from the scorpion stood out. “Um… listen, I’m really sorry for barging in.”

Morgan went quiet. He looked around the tent a few times, his sharp eyes darting back and forth. The bees buzzed angrily outside, their tiny shadows flickering on the tent canvas like specks of paint. “It’s fine,” he said eventually. “You can wait until they’ve gone.”

“Thanks,”

Morgan’s tent was pretty much the same as mine – a camp bed, in camouflage green instead of my canary yellow, a radio and a lamp. But most of his floor space was taken up by his camera equipment and, strangely enough, a rack of tools, including a net and a fishing pole.

He caught me staring. “I like to be prepared.” He said, his chest puffed up. “Lots of good photo opportunities if I can catch my own fish and bugs.”

I nodded, struggling for something to say. Inside his tent felt strangely claustrophobic, with so much heavy equipment and so little floor space to share. He was uncomfortably close, and I could feel the heat from his breath. I looked down and ran my fingers over the ground, feeling the blades of grass underneath. The bees still flitted outside.

“Have you met the neighbours?” I eventually asked.

“Just one.”

“Which one?”

“Bill. He came by the tent at six in the morning to say hello.”

“Ouch,” I winced. “I’ve not met him yet. I think he must have been out when I passed by earlier.” Everything I said sounded limp. The sooner the bees went away, the better. Still searching for something to say to fill the silence, I thought of the villager in tent three, the one removed from the map. “Have you met the other neighbour?”

“Muffy? No. She’s not been by yet.”

“No, I mean the other one.”

“What other one?”

“The one in tent three. Have you not heard of him yet? Muffy said his name was Ross, but his location won’t come up on the map, so I don’t know where he lives or if he actually wants to meet anyone…”

Morgan returned a blank look. “I thought we were the only two humans here,” he said with the smallest twitch of his shoulders. Then, with a pointed stare, “Oh well. It’s not like I’m here to make friends anyway.”

I lowered my head, trying to conceal the redness of my cheeks. Neither of us spoke, the silence between us expanding further. Then I realised I couldn’t hear the bees anymore.

“I think it’s safe now.” I said, pushing myself to my feet. “I’ll… get out of your hair.”

To my surprise, he followed me back outside. I looked around, suddenly realising how completely unfamiliar I was with this area. Nothing but trees and the occasional rock. I couldn’t even pinpoint which way I’d come in the first place. I consulted the map on the Nookphone.

Morgan came to stand over my shoulder. I tried very hard not to mind. “If you’re looking to get back to Muffy’s, you could probably get there quicker by going straight over the river.”

I stared at the map. Morgan indicated the river that curved from just beyond his house inward to the centre of the island. A frown tugged at the corners of my mouth. Sure, it looked quicker as the crow flew, but it wasn’t like I could grow a pair of wings and ride a good gust of wind across. I was stuck with stubby legs and no bridges this side of the island.

“There’s no bridges.” I said lamely.

“You don’t need bridges. You can vault over it.”

A vivid image of myself trying to vault the river and ending up soaked head-to-toe played inside my head like a rerunning silent movie. “Morgan, I’m not exactly a gymnast. And the river looks wide. And deep…”

Morgan made a low noise. “Wait there,” he said, disappearing around the side of his tent. A few moments later he returned with a long pole, easily as thick as the widest part of his arm. “You can use this. It’s a pole vault. Nook sold it to me after I went to his crafting course yesterday.”

The pole was at least a head taller than me, and surprisingly supple, but I didn’t trust it as far as I could throw it. Which likely wouldn’t be far. “How does it work…?”

“It’s simple,” he said, although I doubted it. “I’ll show you.”

Using the pole to anchor himself, he cleared the river in one jump after a short run-up. As he landed safely on his feet, I couldn’t hide the fact I was impressed. He vaulted back, a slight smirk curling on the length of his lips.

“Here,” he pushed the pole into my hands. It was heavy, and I struggled to get the balance of it. “If you hop over this river and keep going straight, you’ll end up hitting Residential Services eventually. It’ll be a lot quicker than going all the way back around. Of course, if you can’t manage the vault, you don’t have to. You can do the walk.”

I didn’t dare want to admit that I’d rather walk. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I’d never been massively physically fit and the idea of throwing myself over a section of deep water with only a wooden pole keeping me from falling in didn’t sit right with me. I forced a smile in its stead.

“Thank you. I can… bring it back later tonight, if you like?”

“Nah. Keep it. I can make another. You look like you need it more.”

I sucked in a breath, undecided if he was insulting me outright or inadvertently. Either way, I felt the smile on my face drop off. “Thanks,” I said stiffly.

“I didn’t mean to insult you.” He didn’t apologise, nor did he even sound sorry. “I just couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t exactly come here… prepared.”

I bit my lip and hoped he would let the subject go. It was hard to come prepared to a place like this from the situation I’d come from.

“You should get down to one of Nook’s classes.” Morgan continued. “He’s got all sorts going on, he’ll teach you everything you need. And if you don’t already have a net or a fishing rod, I’d suggest getting a hold of them. You really won’t last long without either of them.”

“Thanks for the warning.” I said coolly. “And the pole.” Out of a sense of obligation, I shrugged off my bag and opened it. “Would you like some cherries? I picked too many.”

“You’re fine, thanks. I don’t like them.”

“Alright then. I’ll see you around.”

“See you.”

Leaving Morgan, I walked further down the river. He had turned around and was facing his tent now, but I kept walking. There was absolutely no way I was going to let him see my attempts at vaulting across the river. Especially if I didn’t make it.

Finally, I found a part of the river that looked narrower. I dunked the pole into the water, pushing it down until it hit something solid. I wiggled it to test. Well, it would be as safe as anything else I’d done on this island so far.

I threw my head over both shoulders – just to make absolute sure that nobody was watching me – but something caught my eye in the distance. There was a tent sitting on the summit of a broad, steep hill. Nestled between thick clumps of trees, the tent was almost impossible to notice unless you looked up at the exact right angle. The flat top of the hill was rocky, falling away sharply on one side to cliffs hanging over the beach, and the hill upwards was covered in thick coarse grass and what looked like spiky brambles. It looked like whoever lived up there wanted to make it as difficult as possible for anyone else to reach them.

I pushed the thought away and got ready to make the leap. Trying to remember how Morgan had done it, it took me three “practice” run-ups to even gather up enough courage. On the fourth attempt, I plunged the pole into the middle of the river, pushed myself forward and sailed right over the water.

Landing on the other side, I fought the urge to jump around and cheer, thrilled with my own accomplishment. Even my bag of cherries had made it safely across. But as I turned around and looked back at the tent at the top of the hill, I saw a figure standing between the cluster of trees. The figure waited, unmoving, for what felt like hours. I thought maybe of waving, shouting a greeting, but the words died in my throat.

Eventually, the figure turned away and returned to the tent, leaving me with my heart beating erratically against my ribcage. This was becoming too much. The figure outside my tent, the one in the trees, now the one outside the third mystery tent. This settled it. I had to put all this straight. I couldn’t start a new life with these worries hanging over me like the clouds from an oncoming storm.

I needed to finally meet Ross. Tonight.

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Target On My Back Part 2

Well... you guys requested a sequal, little did you know there was already one in the making ;p. Hope you like this one too. Enjoy!

PART 1

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Reader

Summary: Reader is still hung up on the encounter with Black Widow. Becoming a little paranoid maybe? Seeing her when she’s not even there? Will you see her again?

Word Count: 2,675

In the paralyzing darkness. An intense shiver runs down your spine. It's ice-cold, you're exhausted and all alone. A small, bright light catches your attention. It’s warm and tempting, inviting you to come closer, so you slowly stroll towards it. But it seems nearly impossible, like dragging a block of cement with you every step of the way. One, heavy movement at a time. Now you're able to see a shadow, features of a person, of a woman in red. Trying to reach for her, with your hand carefully stretched out and slightly leaning forward. But you trip and fall down. And keep falling, and falling into a void. A scary, lonely void, so hollow that it takes all the breath out of your lungs. You want to scream, as loud as you can, contracting all the muscles in your body, but there’s no sound coming from your mouth. Silence is filling the emptiness. It’s too much. Too dark. Too cold. Too lonely. Lost and nobody to save you.

Chest heaving and hyperventilating as you sit upright, eagerly gasping for air. Breathe... Breathe... Not that dream again… Just woken up, bathing in sweat, you let yourself drop down onto the pillow and gaze at the ceiling, resting on your arms behind your head. You exhale deeply and sigh. Luckily you’re allowed to work in the field again. You had to lie about it, obviously, and at least you had the bruises to confirm the story. Besides, you were not the first Agent she had managed to slip away from. However, Coulson was acting weird. Was it because you disobeyed a direct order? Truth is, you had done that before, so what’s the big problem. Or was he holding something back? Sitting on the edge of the bed as you calmed down a bit. You’ve thought about that day multiple times over and over again, why you'd let her go. It felt as if you were a totally different person at that moment. Like you shared a connection maybe? Well, it was weak and you’re certain she's not getting away the next time. To be honest, you have been wanting to cross paths with Black Widow again. Planning what you are going to say and do. Sounds kinda pathetic, you know, but you’re so fixated on it, perhaps even strangely looking forward to it. Unfortunately she hasn’t been on SHIELD’s radar ever since your last encounter. Looking at your watch, time to get up. You throw a splash of cold water in your face and notice the scars on your body when staring into the mirror. Some you don’t even recall. One that looks like a bullet wound, close to your heart, or the tiny scar just below your jawline. That’s all part of the job, the risk you’re willing to take. You quickly put on the SHIELD uniform and go.

“Just in time Agent (Y/L/N)”, Agent Hill states as she looks up from the wide screen in front of her. “So, what do you have for me today Maria? Something special I hope?”, you playfully challenge while joining her for the briefing. Desperately wanting to ask if there's any new info on Black Widow, but you stopped doing that for some time now. It was becoming way too suspicious. “It’s Agent Hill, and yes, I have”, she replies with a bit of an annoyed tone and pulls up the schematics of a building. Feeling as if you’re getting a little paranoid though. You keep seeing her, on missions or at the SHIELD facility, even in your dreams. Are you going crazy? Or have you become too obsessed? 'Teenager-with-their-room-full-of-posters' obsessed or 'Basement-wall-filled-with-documents’ obsessed? Yeah… probably the latter one, it’s not healthy anymore. But you can’t tell them or let them know, because then they’ll definitely pull you from the field again. For good this time. “Do I need to know what’s in the package?”, you request after receiving the assignment from Hill. “That’s classified. Will that be a problem?”. “Nope, no problem”. You just get your orders and carry them out, the loyal SHIELD Agent you are. “Let’s gear up then”.

“Where are all these goons coming from?!”, you yell, trying to fight off the security guards while seeing more approach in the distance. “I thought this was an easy-in-and-out kinda mission”. “Do I hear someone complaining? Is it too hard for you?”. “No. Of course not”, you huff, and search for a way out. Something else catches your attention. Wait- is that… did you just spot someone with red hair? Was that Black Widow? Without proper thought you start sprinting to the corner of the narrow passageway and make a sharp right. No, can’t be, you’re wrong, you really need to get her out of your mind. Before you know it, you get brutally punched in the face. Ouch. Keep your head in the game, or at least out of reach. Ducking down for the next hit and throwing a mean uppercut after. Knocking the bad guy out as he crumples on the carpet floor. Leaping over him and running towards the stairwell, you make a low, painful grunt while rubbing your jaw. That truly hurt, it shouldn’t have happened. You go up, but notice some other men closing in from the stairs above. So you’re forced to go to the next floor and slam the door open. Now sprinting through a hall full of offices. Passing a locked door every few meters as you rush by them. I have to get out of here! You think now that you hear guns loading. Heavily panting, but can’t stop running, because that will jeopardize the entire mission. The end of the hallway is almost in sight and there's no way out anymore. It’s a dead end. Now what? Focused on the glass windows in the distance, separating the building’s interior from the outside world. “Guess I have no other choice then…”, you mumble while grabbing the handgun out of the holster attached to your thigh. You aim carefully, trying to keep your arms steady and squint your eyes lightly. Firing several times at the glass to break it, creating an opportunity to escape. You accelerate even more these last few meters - also 'cause those men chasing you are using you as target practice now - and powerfully jump. The ground underneath your feet has disappeared. Turning your upper body to face the window with your right shoulder while you fly towards freedom. You perceive the sound of shattering glass as you cover your eyes with your right arm to prevent the sharp pieces injuring your face. Clearly you sustained some cuts, but that’s something to worry about later. Sensing a sharp pain on your left arm, a bullet grazed your skin, but you finally escaped and retrieved the object. So, mission accomplished, right?

“Oh, fuck…”. You forgot a tiny, little detail…. The improvised exit was at the 51st floor of this huge, glass covered skyscraper. Now mid air, you’re falling down fast at an incredibly dangerous velocity towards the earth. “Sometimes you gotta hate gravity, right?”, you joke, pulling the cord on the backpack to open the parachute. Of course you came prepared, as a SHIELD Agent you have to be. But something’s wrong. You're not slowing down as much as supposed to. Looking up, you notice a tear in the chute, probably caused by the sharp glass from the broken window or from the bullets that were flying past you. “I might have a bit of a situation here Agent Hill…”.

“What is your position Agent (Y/L/N)?”, you pick up from the comm in your ear. “Um, kinda hard to tell… But I could use an extraction, like, right now!”

“Agent… could… repeat… last-”.

“Agent Hill? Hello? Do you copy?!”, you shout back, but there’s no response, only white noise. You lost contact. Well, now you’re fucked... Guess there are worse ways to die right? Okay, maybe you're overreacting, but it's not going to be a pleasant landing on that concrete below... Trying to navigate with both cords clenched in your fists tightly as you anxiously stare down. You sense the chilly air on your skin while sliding rapidly through it. Almost reached ground level and your heart is pounding in your chest, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. You brace yourself for impact, but suddenly feel a pull on your backpack. The signal for help did come through after all, and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth. It’s still a rough landing now that you've crashed onto the hard, sturdy pavement. The person that grabbed you had a somewhat softer landing though, meaning you broke their fall. Feeling several parts of your body aching, you let out a painful moan while lying flat on your back.

“And then we meet again, Agent (Y/L/N)”. You recognize that soft voice, or is it all in your head again? Slowly opening your eyelids and you stare into a pair of familiar fiery green eyes. Is this real? You sense a strand of her red hair gently brushing against your cheek and stop breathing for a second. She's close to you, very close… This is not exactly what you had in mind about the next confrontation with Black Widow, but it sure as hell makes your heart beat faster. “H-how- what are you doing here?”, you stutter as your eyes are widening and pupils dilating. Not sure what to say or do, cause you might be a little aroused by your current view. “Saving you, clearly”. With her hands on your chest she pushes herself off and gets up. Lastly you're able to take a deep breath and respond defensively: “Wh- I had the situation under control okay, I don't need your help!”. Natalia chuckles as she walks away. You scoff and try to untangle the strings of the torn parachute to free yourself. Taking the package from the backpack. However, it's gone. There's only one person who could’ve snatched it. Quickly reaching for the handgun, but the holster is empty. “Looking for this?”, Natalia taunts, displaying the gun in her left hand and the package firmly tucked under her right arm. Without hesitation you jump up and storm towards her. “I wouldn't do that if I were you”, she warns while she points the Glock at you, holding you at gunpoint, finger pressed on the trigger. Not eager to surrender, you come to a halt and want to call for backup. But your comm is still not working, remember?

Now standing in front of her with your hands behind your head, clenching your jaw strongly. “Do you even know what’s in it”, you ask, angry and pissed at yourself that you’ve let this happen. Sure, you were somewhere else with your thoughts…. “I don’t care, I just do what my employer requests”. You make a face on which she answers: “But so do you right, you also follow orders blindly. Difference is I just get paid more”. She winks at you, matched with that grin which has been imprinted on your mind. That last remark of hers got on your nerves badly though. You and her are definitely not the same. She's the enemy, a target, and everything you’ve been doing is for the greater good, protecting the people. You scowl, this time it’s your turn. With one, abrupt movement you grab her arm. She pulls the trigger as a reaction, but you dodge the bullet and yank the Glock out of her hand, whereas it lands in between you. You want to take hold of the gun, but catch her knee with both hands instead. Lucky for you, because else your nose would’ve been broken. You throw a series of punches her way, but she blocks or slips them all, feeling as if she knows your next move already. Natalia ducks down for your left hook, and takes this opportunity to pick up the gun. She aims it at you, steadily with both hands. But you’ve grabbed her arms again, twisted your body half around and tossed her over your shoulder. Turning back because the handgun dropped on the ground another time, and you go for it. Barely able to touch the metal of the gun handle with your fingertips as you’re violently pulled away. Natalia wrapped her legs around your neck from behind and flipped you to the side. Should have seen that one coming… After your hurtful collision with the sidewalk, you rapidly stand up. Still too slow though, Natalia already hits you hard in the stomach with a back kick. Due to the power of her kick, you're forced to move backwards and hunch over, clutching the affected spot with your arms. When looking up again, your eyes meet with the barrel of the handgun.

“It really is you... You don’t remember, do you?”, she mentions with a slightly puzzled look. “What do you mean don’t remember?”. You have no idea what she’s talking about. Is she trying to manipulate or distract you, so that she can freely walk away again? “Why do you think I’ve been going easy on you? And why I saved your life back there?”. Her expression seems legit, it’s compelling, but you have no memory of this. “Wait- going easy on me...?!”, you grumble in an inaudible tone. What is she aiming at? Well, okay, obviously at you since she’s holding you at gunpoint. But for real, you don’t understand where this is heading. Then her voice cracks, a feature you didn’t expect she had, as the next sentence leaves her lips: “(Y/N)... I-I thought you were-”. Both of you jolt your heads in the same direction at once since you're interrupted. Backup has arrived. You notice Agent Hill and two other SHIELD Agents nearing in a covert SHIELD SUV, hearing the raw engine sound. Turning your head back to face Black Widow when she instantly fires the gun without even blinking, causing you to collapse onto the concrete.

“What the fu- This doesn’t look like saving my life!”, you grunt in pain. “You’ll live”, Natalia sort of apologizes as her voice has switched back to normal. She wants to tell you more, you can see it in her eyes. It’s pretty difficult, but you also manage to identify a tiny share of remorse laced in her features. Reluctant to leave, however, she can't stay. Who knows what will happen when she’s in SHIELD’s custody. Before Natalia sprints away, she briefly glances at you one more time and disappears, again, while you apply pressure on the fresh gunshot wound. “Hey! You owe me a motorcycle by the way!”, you shout back as she’s fading in the distance. Well, this seriously didn’t go the way you planned it inside your head. “We heard a gunshot earlier, are you alright? What happened?”, Agent Hill questions as she’d hopped out of the car parked right beside you and immediately came to your rescue. “I’m fine. Just a few scratches”, you mutter while you feel blood seeping past your fingers that are covering the injury. The two other SHIELD Agents have rushed by you, sent to catch Natalia, and retrieve the package of course. Despite the fact that they won’t succeed. But hey, at least they tried, you gotta give them a little credit for that. You certainly can’t follow her, probably the reason why she shot you in the leg. Giving no warning whatsoever, Hill tugs on the tight band that she’d wrapped around your thigh to slow down the blood flow, causing you to wince while letting out an agonizing groan. She continues to ask questions about the package, Black Widow, how you survived that landing and many more, but you’re no longer listening to her. Lost in thoughts as you’re trying to put the pieces together. Why indeed did she save you? Did you know her? You stare at the horizon, Natalia already out of sight, and softly whisper:

“Till next time, Natalia”

PART 3

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[sweetbunnykook]

bunny i’ve seen that you answered a few asks about clean makeup or just better makeup that doesn’t have talc and toxic stuff in them. do you have any products that you personally use?

Do you have any idea how long I waited for an ask like this? It’s my chance to preach like Jesus 😭✋ It’s a little long (but organized!) so everything will be below the cut:

There are several brands that come to mind for clean makeup; 100percentpure, kosas, lilah b., rituel de fille, RMS, kjaer weiss, cover fx, glossier, and milk makeup. Although the cost of the products are a bit high, you are actually spending less over time as many of the products can be used multiple ways AND without a brush! Also, you’re not harming your skin thus you don’t need more makeup to cover skin damages in the future!

All of these brands are cruelty-free and vegan and most of them are available at Sephora or Beautylish. Glossier, Rituel De Fille, and 100PercentPure are only available in their respective websites/stores.

I don’t wear mascara, setting powders/setting sprays, and foundation/bb cream so unfortunately, I can’t give you any reviews for long-term use. I am actually currently trying to replace my NARS radiant creamy concealer (which I bought a year ago before I went completely clean and minimal beauty) with a cleaner alternative. Although I only use concealer, I tried out some face products at the stores!

(Also, just a disclaimer, some of these brands have products with silicone (anything that ends with -ithicone in the ingredient list) since it is a vegan ingredient so just beware! It’s safe to use but I have heard that it doesn’t let the skin breathe as much!)

My Experience with Brands:

I tried out the Kosas tinted face oil in 5.5 and 6 and LOVED IT. It looks like skin, has between light to medium coverage, and does not feel greasy or heavy. I also tried the 100PercentPure fruit pigmented healthy foundation in peach bisque and LOVED that because it doesn’t feel heavy and warms up to the skin well. There is better color selection for Kosas than 100PercentPure. They are both around ~$45 which is a steep price so I recommend going with 100PercentPure as a little goes a long way and you can dilute it with moisturizer. You would run out very quickly with Kosas.

I am currently using Milk Makeup’s lip + cheek in perk. It’s a peachy color that looks gorgeous and radiant on the skin. I was a huge fan at the beginning but now, not so much because there is a small bit of coconut oil in the ingredients that is lifting my concealer (also, I recently learned that coconut oil clogs your pores so don’t use it on your face!). It isn’t opaque enough to show up on darker skin tones and it also makes hair stick to your face or lips. Overall, even though the color is pretty and the price is great for the amount you get, it’s a tad bit too greasy.

I have the most experience with Glossier. I own two generation g lipsticks in cake and like and I own boy brow in black. I’ve also tried the cloud paint blush in dusk but only once. All of these products are super wearable, buildable, and doesn’t feel heavy. The only fault is that it’s not great for deeper skin tones. I love the boy brow and the little tube lasted me almost a year now without drying out (still going strong)! I don’t need any other brow product except that one for a natural look which I do almost anytime I wear makeup. The blush is on the sheer side but if you layer twice, it looks seamless with your skin. The same applies to the lipsticks as well! I would say almost all of their products start off sheer and can be layered easily. Would give this brand a solid 8/10.

For liquid liner, I use Kat Von D’s tattoo liner in trooper black. It’s the best liner hand’s down; doesn’t smudge, doesn’t fade, doesn’t transfer (esp if you powder it a little), and easy to remove without tugging on your eyes. I’m not sure if Kat Von D is a clean beauty brand but all of her products are cruelty-free and vegan and the liner is 100% allergen-free. I don’t like Kad Von D as a person so I don’t invest in her other products but I have yet to find a liner as perfect as this one. Also, the liner lasts about 9 or 10 months. I don’t do makeup daily so if you do, you might have to buy this twice a year but it’s worth the money.

I only own one eye palette and that is the Anastasia Beverly Hills modern renaissance palette. I’m not sure if ABH is a clean beauty brand but this palette is 100% allergen-free. It’s on the warmer side but the eyeshadows are very wearable for all skin tones. I don’t like wearing heavy eyeshadow so I would use colors like golden ochre, warm taupe, or buon fresco as clean base for my liner. Cyprus umber is a great color for your eyelid crease and for lightly contouring your nose with whatever is left over on your finger/brush. I use tempura for my inner eye corner and vermeer or primavera on the lids if I’m feeling fancy. On some special days, I’ll use a super light wash of the bolder colors for monochrome looks. It’s a very versatile palette and it’ll last you a long time!!

My Observations for Brands I Haven’t Tried Personally:

Rituel de Fille is honestly the most gorgeous makeup brand I’ve ever seen (just go to their site, just do it). I love the aesthetic, the quality, the service, EVERYTHING. It’s a bit expensive so I definitely will have to save up to get these but from what I’ve seen so far, it has it all; a great color selection for all skin tones and multi-use products. You can use blushes as a lip color or eye color. The same applies to bronzers and highlighters (I’ve NEVER seen highlighters that look THAT gorgeous). When I stumbled upon that brand, I regretted every other purchase I’ve ever made because I wanted everything!! Their makeup is so unique, it’s almost alien. Also, they have a service where you can send your photo and they’ll help you color-match and give you advice on which tones will fit you the best.  

RMS and 100PercentBeauty are two of the best and well-known clean beauty products on the market because they’re very transparent about the production quality with the public. I personally gear towards 100PercentBeauty because they have everything you need for makeup and skincare and all of their products work well from reviews that I’ve seen. I love RMS’s uncoverup concealer, lip + cheek tints, and eyeshadows but the price is a bit too steep for the amount you get and the reviews are a bit more mixed. I feel like the RMS concealer, although it has cleaner ingredients, is comparable to Glossier’s concealer so I wouldn’t reach for it despite the popularity.

Kjaer Weiss and Lilah B. has great selections and gorgeous packaging (esp KW) but they don’t stand out to me. There are several reasons; the price for KW is just too much for what you get, Lilah B. makeup does not have many options for darker skinned people, and both of these brands have cheaper alternatives (in formula and colors). However, they still carry very beautiful products!

I hope this helped!

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[megadreamhimblog-blog]

Gokyo Lake Trek Difficulty

Gokyo valley located at high altitude is wonderful valley of several beautiful lakes including “Gokyo Lakes”. Every year  Gokyo Lake receive lots of domestic and international  tourists . Based on reviews of different visitors , the beauty of Gokyo Lake cannot be described in words , so Gokyo lake trek is must do trek , if you wish to witness the greatness of mother nature.

You have made up your mind for Gokyo Lake Trek but wondering how difficult it is. Is it perfect fit for me or not? Don’t you worry; today we will focus on to 10 factors that determine the difficulty level of Gokyo Lake trek. So, make sure you go through the list carefully and you will be able to determine the difficulty level of Gokyo Lake Trek yourself.

Top 10 parameters are to Characterize Gokyo Lake Trek Difficulty and Gokyo Lake Trekking Trails.

Ever been to the remote Himalayas in Nepal? If yes, then you might find Gokyo Lake trekking trails a bit easier. If not, then you should be extra careful while walking the rough trails across the tough hills, over swift flowing rivers and along the waterfalls and lush forests.

On the trail, there is nothing but forests with small settlements of natives with tiny houses .However, the views you witness on your way to Gokyo Lake will always cheer you up and boost your power regardless the rough trails.

Useful Tips:

Make sure you develop the habit of hiking for at least 3-5 hrs a day before going to actual trek.

Per day walking Hours.

If you choose Gokyo Lake Trek 10 day’s package, then you will have to walk 5-6 hrs per day on average. However this is only rough estimation as trekking hours is depended on the level of strength, capacity and walking speed.

But consider the thing that some days the trails are flat and comfortable with small altitude gain .These days are easier and stress free. On the other hand, there comes the day when you will have to gain huge altitude and long trekking distances.

The total trekking Distance of Gokyo Lake trek

The total distance, that you need to cover during the Gokyo Lake Trek is 92 km or 52 miles .Thus, from distance point of view, Gokyo Lake trek seem lot more easier. With this you will cover approximately 9 km a day. However, if you are undertaking Everest Gokyo Lake Trek, total distance increases with more difficulty.

Useful tips:

Trek with strong determination and mindset.

Temperature

The temperature and altitude are inversely proportional to each other. This means as you gain more altitude the temperature decrease. You are sure to experience different temperature range.  As up move up from 2860m to 5357m.

Usually, temperature is warm and favorable at lower region of trek .However, as altitude increases, temperature decreases. The wind becomes chilly, with much colder nights. But you will be able to see icy and frozen glaciers closely. Gokyo lake trekking will prove to be difficult for individuals who cannot tolerate cold and are allergic to cold. In addition, people suffering from diseases like asthma should strictly avoid Gokyo Lake trekking.

Tips:

Your backpack must include down jacket and clothing for resisting cold weather.

Do not consider trekking in too cold months like December January and February. However, if you desire to trek in such months, prepare and pack well.

Altitude and Altitude sickness

The Gokyo valley trek starts from an altitude of 2860m above sea level at Lukla. Then you will ascend gradually through Phakding, Namche Bazzar(3438m), Dole(3680m), Macchermo(4470m), Gokyo Valley (4800m) and finally to the Gokyo Ri at an altitude of (5357m).

At high altitude, there is high risk of altitude sickness .The altitude of Gokyo trek (5357m) is also very high. Thus, altitude sickness is the major threat during the Gokyo Lake Trek. Altitude sickness can even cause death if symptoms are ignored. Once the symptoms appear, do not ascend further. You must descend to the lower elevations immediately.

Tips:

Always prefer itinerary with adequate acclimatization.

Stay hydrated throughout the trek

Go slow, Go safe.

Prior to trek, practice some aerobic and cardiovascular exercises.

Weather During different season

Weather is another important aspect that determines the difficulty level of trek. Different season in Everest possesses different weathers and their own features. Thus, it is vital for you choose time that perfectly suits you for trekking in Everest.

Now you might be wondering, when should I Trek Gokyo Lake? The best time for Gokyo trek is some as Everest Base Camp.

Autumn (September, October and November) is considered as the best time for trekking Gokyo Valley with rare rainfall, snowfall and bad weather. Autumn season put forward less challenges but more rewards. While trekking Gokyo valley in autumn you will observe the most fabulous landscapes of surroundings.

Spring (March, April and May) is also favorable time for trekking Gokyo Lake. The weather and temperature is usually fair and stable. Spring offers great visibility and best aura of wild flowers blooming throughout the trail. You are sure to have a set of wonderful experiences and memories.

Summer (June, July and August) and winter (December, January and February) are unfavorable season for trekking. Winter offers the coldest weather whereas summer offers heavy rainfall. Trekking in these seasons might be difficult but not impossible. With good plans and preparations it is possible to do Gokyo Lake trek even in off seasons.

TIPS

Avoid trekking in off seasons, if you are a beginner instead trek in peak seasons (Autumn and Spring).

If you wish to trek during off seasons, make sure you have adequate gears and preparations.

Previous Trekking Experiences: Training and Exercise?

If you are an experienced trekker and have lots of high altitude experience, Gokyo Lake trek is easy to complete. But for a beginner, Gokyo Lake Trek might prove to be difficult. You might find difficulties in adjusting with the altitude, remote trails and unpredictable weather and temperatures. However, Gokyo Lake trek is going to be a wonderful experience to you.

TIPS

Train your body to boost your physical and mental endurance.

What are you bringing on the trek?

Treks in Nepal are not difficult due to weather or any factors; it’s because of inadequate trekking gears with you. Thus you must aware of trekking gears and their role while trekking.

The need of trekking gears differs with the trekking seasons. If you don’t bring the gears according to the seasons, you will have to face a really difficult time while trekking. Thus bring trekking gears according and conquer the Gokyo Valley Trek.

Usually, taking a porter with you is good for you as he carries your entire luggage’s weighing up to 15 kgs. So, you can trek stress free and enjoy each and every moment your trek.

TIPS

Do not pack unnecessary goods during your trek.

Your bag should be of high quality for backpacking all you trekking gears.

Age Group

You should drop the idea of taking your children with you for Gokyo Lake trek. This is because children’s may not be able to cope up with the high altitude environment. In the same way, it is also not really suitable for old aged people. However, some energetic and experienced old people conquer the Gokyo Valley trek easily. In addition, one should consult their doctors or medical personnel if they are suffering from chronic illness, before the Gokyo Lake trek.

TIPS

Don’t forget to do travel insurance, it will assist you in emergency condition and includes emergency helicopter evacuation over 5000 meters.

How fit do you think you are?

Do you think you are good enough to undertake Gokyo Valley Trek. Well, if you are going then you should you are good enough. For your trek to become successful, physical endurance is the key. If you are a person possessing moderate fitness level, then you are ready to go. However, you should do some physical fitness training such as jogging, cycling, and swimming starting a month before your trek.

TIPS

Always eat healthy meal, to keep your stomach function smooth during trek.

You should have balanced diet while you trek.

Final Say,

Trekking in mountains is full of many unpredictable factors that add more difficulty in your trek. Tough you cannot predict then but you can be aware of them. Things like physical injuries, sudden worsening of health, bad weather are some common unpredictable factors. At such high altitude, you should be really careful throughout the trekking trails.

We recommend you to make proper plan and preparations for Gokyo Valley trekking and loosen yourself for the wonderful trekking experience in Gokyo Valley.

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Contact us, if you desire to know more about Gokyo Valley Trek.

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[brittabroad]

Moving out of London

Well can we talk emotional? Like not even in the way of “OMG I’M GONNA MISS ALL THIS” more like: “I’M A PACK RAT I DON’T LIKE THIS FEELING OF TRYING TO PACK AND DISCARD STUFF DURING CHRISTMAS ‘HOLIDAYS’! And, am I getting my deposit back coz it’s now technically a 2 weeks notice instead of 1 month... I’m stressed”!

We’ll just skip over the breakdown New Year’s Eve night I had over trying to pack the last little bit of things and worrying that I’ve still not given away enough and discarded enough and shipped back enough! Because I went off to see the fireworks to just get outta there and it did me a world of good!!!

I watched them and I thought: “These are fantastic. Wow really pretty! What luck I have to be here bringing in another year! I need to stop stressing coz tomorrow I’ll be off for a fun time...” and so on... It was great!

So then I Skyped my family from Tower Hill station which was great and I felt a bit better after that too!

JANUARY 1, 2017

Day of packing went well actually on the 1st! Got all done I wanted except for: needing to send 2 more packages last min and having the post office closed and washing the floors of the room.

But my roomie across the hall saw me packing and we spoke and he offered to help me which pulled a lot of stress away! And washing of the floors wasn’t a huge priority coz they’re pretty clean to begin with...

I worried that Molly and Zahid were ignoring me or something coz they didn’t come out of their rooms once as I was going up and down stairs clearly with heavy bags thudding meaning I’m getting ready to go I would think. But then Molly did come out and we chat briefly and I did my dishes and cried a little and she encouraged me. And Zahid came a short time later as I was eating (Molly had leftovers to share and Pepsi) and we chat a bit too and he seemed in good spirits towards me so I felt less dejected and I explained fully that I really wished that things weren’t the way they were and that I would have stayed the full time if I could have but it might affect my future reentry and he completely understood saying that Theresa May (prime minister) is an idiot and making immigration decisions that are making it harder to enter the UK and so forth so ya

Then he went to shower saying for me to wait and he’ll say goodbye etc so Molly and I had tea I chose some of my Earl Grey and she put whipped cream on top. I think I have a new fav drink XD hehe We spoke briefly about finding somebody to marry and she clearly has different ideas about that than to me. She says you should know somebody fully after a month and really get to know them and then you can marry if they’re perfect for you... She grew up though in a society that sort of arranges marriages and encourages marriages so her views are different...

Then Zahid helped me to Plaistow station (THANK GOD BECAUSE FRICK IT WAS RAINING). And as I go get on the train my bungee cord falls onto the tracks. FFFFF. I get off and Zahid grabs his umbrella to try and scoop it up. I drop that too coz of shaking hands and slippery-ness with the wetness of it all. So I go fetch a worker who brings one of those trash picker upper thingies and he’s like pissed at me and says “why were you standing so close to the edge you need to always be behind the yellow line” and I’m like “I WAS GETTING ON THE TRAIN IT FELL BETWEEN THE GAP ACCIDENTALLY” and geeze. But we got our things back, I got on the train and sorta relaxed a bit coz I knew I was on my way!

Got off at Victoria and that does not have a lift... WHY THE HECK NOT?! IT’S A LEGIT TRAIN STATION PEOPLE TRAVEL WITH BAGS ALL THE TIME YO is it coz I was at the District line part? Who knows. But there were wonderful people (men) who helped me with the stairs so bless them!

I figured out I could push the bags together in a T shape with the I being my smaller bag and the - being the bigger bag that has the better wheels then I just hold the handle of the big one and other hand on the back of the small and push away! Works well on smooth surfaces, less so on rough but it’s my small bag that has dud wheels so they get caught up sometimes when you first try to get going :/

I want to refund my Oyster. Well the terminal that does that is CLOSED. (-_-) sheesh.

So off to the coach station I decide to go. I see a bus number 11. “Do you go to the coach station?” *nod* “Brilliant”.

Got off and pushed my way into the station with time to spare! Well let’s go refund the oyster at the ticket oyster thing (all the way on the other side to where I need to be) but the floors are smooth so no problem. Get there see a sign you can only do it at the underground stations or information centres. FFF that’s fine I have 5 pounds deposit and 1.50 left so if need be I can leave it if I cannot refund online via my account...

So push my way towards international departures. A guy sees me struggle with the bags (readjusting to cross a road terrain change over a bump) so he helps me with one over to the terminal. Bless him.

I see a sign that says CHECK IN so I do that and a short time later we are allowed to board! I am not allowed to take the carry on suitcase (with fragile stuff inside) with me on it has to go under the coach. And man asks if I paid for extra baggage and I BS’d my way through an answer and he let me on without paying for that.

I find a seat and suddenly the radio is playing ‘All I Ask of You’ from PotO I’m astonished! They go on to interview Cameron Mackintosh too and play a ‘Hamilton’ song before the coach starts up and we have no radio.

Oh I did have enough time to get off the coach before departure to fill my water bottle (told the shopkeeper I needed to take medication so he’d give me free tap water)...

And we went on our way! I ate the food Molly gave me but I had no fork so I used the plastic bag over my fingers lol to eat and pick out the hot peppers; tedious...

Saw Big Ben and parliament one last time from the south of the river and that was absolutely lovely looking in the night!

Then I read for about an hour and a half maybe more of @theawkwarddeadgirl and I’s RP (yes we have that much and more because we are AWESOME) haha... Then I was feeling carsick and we got to Dover so I looked around coz we were boarding a ferry to Calais, France anyway!

white cliffs of Dover!

Had to get off the coach when on the ferry so I sat by a window and wrote to my penpal.

the four musketeers: Paddington, Paddy, Keetchka and me

Also gandered at the bruises I’ve inflicted during packing and moving...

By the time we were on the coach again it was real late almost 1 am I think I recall reading...

I tried to sleep a bit but probably only got an hour maybe hour and a half total. We did stop in “Holland” for 15 mins where I heard some sort of shouting going on and later a coach passenger gets back on and says “that mutherfucker” or something and I’m like WHOA WHAT’S GONE DOWN?!

Saw him and another passenger get off at the next stop a short time later and that dude threw his hands up at the guy and left then black dude shook his head and went opposite direction.

The coach driver announced the name of the station not the city we were in when we got to Amsterdam so I stayed on as did a few others. He then had to get back on and tell us “Amsterdam” lol but now I’m looking at the clock like “I have to wait an hour and a half in this cold?” well the metro station was literally just gates to get in and then who knows what behind it so I waited in there cold and needing to pee!

At last I went to board coach 2 but driver is grumpy and literally pushes me towards the doors of the Eurolines building when I tell him I didn’t do the check in there but I have a ticket. He’s pissed because there’s 5 mins til departure. I had NO clue I needed to check in again if I had that ticket from the check in back in London. So chill.

Then lady inside has no chill either saying “Where were you?!” because check in should be up to 15 mins before departure and “all the other passengers for your coach were here waiting”. I tried to explain that I didn’t know I needed to come NOT TO MENTION their building wasn’t open when I arrived by my other coach so suck it ok?

I get down the steps again to try and board the coach and the guy is mad again because I need to load luggage on the other side. HAVE. SOME. CHILL. I AM NOT A MIND READER I DO NOT KNOW. And I’m in a foreign country with no sleep really under my belt and it’s 7 am I’ve been out in the cold since 5:20 so CALM IT.

I get on the coach and the guy I sit beside seems a bit reserved like pulling away from me almost so I feel like I’ve disturbed him on his phone there... I go to the toilet as the coach rolls on. Not fun but NECESSARY yo lol

Then I pull out my laptop coz we have wifi on this one! So I email my Mom with my itinerary and my flatmate telling him thank you and here’s what’s in the packages for him to put for the customs form. And I’m typing to a tumblr follower who messaged me when guy beside me asks me if I’m going to Denmark... I’m alarmed coz I was telling the follower that I’m excited for going to The Netherlands and so long as it doesn’t have disappointing food like Denmark I’ll be good! and then he spoke up so I’m like: HE’S READING WHAT I’M WRITING. But no turns out he’s headed for Copenhagen and wanted to know whether he could get off some place else coz he’s going to a funeral or something and it’d be more convenient not to be getting off at Copenhagen...

Anyway he chats me up. I learn he’s Egyptian and that he used to be in the military for 14 years and he got out of it because he said he’d go crazy if he kept it up with the stress and what he’d seen. So now he is a safety consultant kinda freelance for companies and schools and so forth so he travels to new assignments every year or so. He does similar work to his military career but obviously not in life and death situations now. He’s got a mother and a sister and a cat and he seems to have a great sense of humour and is quite friendly! He gave me his card so that I can contact him and get the contact info for a Canadian woman who runs overseas schools especially in Egypt.

And as the sun comes up and we’re chatting I’m enjoying the view of the rolling fields, hills and sheep sprinkled about them.

We arrive to Groningen earlier than I expected even though we left late... And I bid him goodbye because now it’s time to start Phase 2!

I’M OFFICIALLY NO LONGER A LONDON LIVER LOL

#Britt Britbound

[kartiavelino]

Are ‘The Masked Singer’ stars Donny Osmond, Rumer Willis and Cee Lo?

What in Gritty’s title did we simply watch? That’s the query we will’t shake after watching Wednesday’s premiere of FOX’s infectiously entertaining singing competitors, “The Masked Singer.” It’s so convoluted and corny — and we will’t wait to tune in subsequent week together with the opposite 9.2 million viewers who watched final evening. This revamp of the favored South Korean actuality present “King of the Masked Singer” incorporates a dozen “celebrities” clad in loopy Gritty-like garb warbling tunes earlier than a studio viewers. Hosted by former “America’s Acquired Expertise” escapee Nick Cannon— sporting what seems to be Samuel L. Jackson’s afro-sheen wig from “Pulp Fiction” — the present incorporates a surreal panel of judges: Robin Thicke (recent from his $5 million payout to Marvin Gaye’s household), Jenny McCarthy (billed as a “popular culture guru”), humorous man Ken Jeong (“Loopy Wealthy Asians”) and the vocally gifted Nicole Scherzinger, who appears decided to increase her run of actuality TV slumming, I imply judging, on either side of the pond. For the file, none of those judges do any judging. They’re too busy doing an entire lotta guessing — largely of the clueless selection. McCarthy is very susceptible to shouting out the names of A-listers (Hugh Jackman, Justin Bieber, to call two) who would by no means stoop to showing on this sequence — but. Nonetheless, the singers’ identities are saved refreshingly secret (btw: arduous to imagine they haven’t leaked, seeing as how this taped in June) because of beastly disguises — and their disspeaking voices are distorted. The way it works: The studio viewers votes for his or her fave singer in every face-off, whereas the panel of professionals determines which celeb from the underside three goes house on the finish of every episode. Performances by the Peacock, Hippo, Monster, Unicorn, Deer and Lion immediately lit up the Twitterverse — with the present’s official Twitter account dropping clues and viewers throwing out doable names behind the masks. Listed here are a few of the high guesses for the hidden identities, beginning with the primary contestant to get the hook: THE HIPPO: This massive fella carried out an brisk model of Bobby Brown’s “My Prerogative,” however since he couldn’t actually sing (Thicke known as him out for singing over a monitor), the judges panel instantly pegged as an “athlete.” [embedded content] Guesses ranged from Deion Sanders (due to his iconic landing dance strikes) and Odell Beckham Jr. I believed for certain it was Von Miller due to these distinctive eyeglasses. Alas, it was Antonio Brown — capping a high-profile week for the Pittsburgh Steelers huge receiver. Brown reportedly had a dramatic falling out with teammate Ben Roethlisberger, one which is reportedly irreparable sufficient for him to request a commerce. Certain, Brown was the primary to get the boot — however not earlier than whipping off that hippo head and flashing these pearly whites and washboard abs for the thirst-trappers tuning in at house. [embedded content] “And girls, I imply, how good-looking is that this man?” Thicke hyped. “You gotta see him with out his helmet extra usually, proper?” Cool down, sir. Did you be taught nothing from all that “Blurred Strains” backlash? The Peacock:  This colorfully costumed contestant teased himself as a showbiz veteran from the age of 5 (“it’s been some time since your mother had a poster of me on her bed room wall”), one who knew Michael Jackson and stands 5-foot-9-inches. The Twitterverse thinks Donny Osmond is a no brainer — however was the King of Pop actually his pal? (And does Donny have the pipes to bust out that soulful model of “The Biggest Present” from the hit Hugh Jackman/Zac Efron flick?) [embedded content] Alfonso Ribeiro is likely to be a greater match. Lengthy earlier than he danced the Carlton on “Recent Prince of Bel-Air,” he was a toddler star who bought his massive break in Broadway’s “The Faucet Dance Child,” circa 1983. The aforementioned King of Pop was even his mentor for a sizzling minute — Ribeiro co-starred within the notorious Pepsi commercial-gone-awry that ended with Jackson’s hair set aflame. Plus, Ribeiro is a veteran of this type of factor after 2007, 2015 and 2017 stints on ABC’s related however not almost as enjoyable “Dancing with the Stars.” One peacock-eyed viewer proffered Neil Patrick Harris since he does magic. Sure, sleight of hand was name-dropped as half as a facet ability on this contestant’s in depth repertoire. [embedded content] The Unicorn — Rising up in one of many richest neighborhoods (Beverly Hills), Unicorn at all times needed to be a singer — however her goals have been silenced by neigh-sayers. “I haven’t seen this kind of stellar efficiency from a horse because the Kentucky Derby,” Jeong mentioned because the Unicorn struggled sweetly by means of Rachel Platten’s “Struggle Tune.” Armchair pundits’ high decide: Tori Spelling — this tracks. The spawn of legendary TV producer Aaron Spelling talked overtly about her mom, Sweet, criticizing her appears as a small little one, and critics have been unkind to her continuous actuality TV rotation and well-publicized cash woes. Full disclosure: We hope it’s Tori. There’s one thing oddly transferring about wrestle for acceptance. Plus: Unicorn mentioned her nickname is “Chicken,” and Reddit says Tori means chook in Japanese in order that settles that, proper? Resort heiress and DJ extraordinaire Paris Hilton is one other sizzling take. Yeah, plenty of individuals have mentioned she will’t do plenty of issues properly, however she went proper forward and did them anyhow, so — not one of the best match. A darkish horse guess: Rebecca Black of “Friday” infamy. Nicely, phrase is she is searching for a comeback. [embedded content] The Lion — Earlier than launching right into a strutting rendition of Fergie’s “A Little Occasion By no means Killed No person (All We Acquired),” this contestant supplied this pre-performance tidbit: Lion comes from “Hollywood loyalty” (she later admits “there are loads of girls in my delight.”) This sparked the highest on-line guess of the evening: Khloe Kardashian, in fact. “Her posture was excellent, her legs have been in entrance, she shook her hips proper on time. I’m telling you that that’s a well-trained skilled,” Thicke raved “Robin, cease hitting on the livestock,” Jeong mentioned. Certain, long-legged Khloe suits — however there are two different intriguing breakouts: Rumer Willis — she’s leggy, she sings (FOX’s “Empire”), she dances (“DWTS”) — and she has a litter of sisters and one very well-known Mama in her “delight.” “One of many Braxton sisters” was one other guess tossed on the market, however Aubrey O’Day was the opposite guess that grabbed our consideration. The previous Danity Kane frontwoman could possibly be an excellent match. She has actuality TV expertise from Diddy’s “Making the Band” — and with all her tabloidian distractions, individuals neglect she truly has a giant voice. After all Jenny McCarthy saved making dumbass guesses like “Woman Gaga.” Get it collectively, Jenny, you’re a Pop Tradition Guru now! You understand a soon-to-be Oscar nominee just isn’t going to let the likes of you being the choose of her anytime quickly. [embedded content] The Monster — This top-heavy, one-eyed ball of fur narrated his intro-package with a aptitude for the dramatic: “I’m a monster as a result of that’s what the world labeled me. I used to be on the high of my recreation, however the recreation turned on me. So I retreated into my cave to take a break from the general public eye.” As manipulative maudlin music swells in to underscore The Monster’s hard-luck story, Jeong quips, “I believe he’s completed a while.” We’re drawing a complete clean on this one: Who would truly go on TV and cop to being a monster with belting out Queen’s “Don’t Cease Me Now”? This dude truly can carry a tune. Oh, it simply dawned us: That is Cee Lo Inexperienced. The “F*** You” singer ticks all of the packing containers. He was a pop-culture juggernaut who burned vivid — then burned out amid a sequence of controversies, from an exploding cellphone to accusations of sexual assault. [embedded content] The Deer — This engagingly goofy critter crooned “Thunder” by Think about Dragons. Gridiron guesses ranged from Ben Roethlisberger to Peyton Manning (“he was a COLT AND A BRONCO!,” one fan tweeted) — however NFL legend Terry Bradshaw got here out on high. Terry is an effective match: Social media warriors say he runs some type of a horse farm, he’s one a number of Tremendous Bowls (a clue within the intro bundle) — and that Southern twang sounds oddly acquainted to anybody who’s watched “Failure to Launch.” Oh, and the Deer and Terry each stand 6-foot, 3-inches tall. Tune in at 9 p.m. Wednesday to catch the subsequent installment of this responsible pleasure. Missed the primary episode? Meet up with it any time on FoxNow or Hulu. 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