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tamurilofrivendell · 1 year

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Sleeping Beauty | Chapter 5

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Sleeping Beauty inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking, and a female elf living in Mirkwood under the care of Radagast, who is actually the 'lost' daughter of the late High King Gil-Galad. Taglist: @hufflepuff1700, @jinlizz-dragondrama, @firelightinferno, @bubbleyukismile, @coopsgirl, @achromaticerebus, @sleepyamygdala @smalltownbigheart

Once you had finished fussing over the elk, you turned back to Thranduil. He was watching you and you smiled back at him. “I don’t suppose I should greet you quite the same way I did your animal.” You teased, moving past him and finding yourself pleased when you heard him laugh.

“I suppose not.” He said once he had regained his composure, thinking of you petting his hair like you did the creatures fur. An image so absurd he laughed again.

You weren't gathering berries as you had been yesterday, you were simply sitting in the clearing. Enjoying the air, the freedom, and the sounds of the forest. It was always so lovely here and you could see and hear some of your little animal friends in the trees above. You sat on a fallen log and, after a moment, Thranduil followed.

"You do not mind if I stay a while, do you?" He ventured, gesturing to the space beside you.

You looked back up at him, considering for a brief moment before you shook your head. "Oh. No... no. No, I don't mind."

Thranduil sat down, noting that your slight awkwardness had returned. There was something endearing about it, though he pushed the thought aside. The elk moved off to graze while Thranduil simply sat and watched you for a moment.

"What?" You asked after a few seconds, turning your head when you felt his eyes still on you.

“Sorry.” Thranduil shook his head. "I am merely trying to figure you out." He admitted.

"Figure me out?" You tilted your head, confused.

He chuckled. "Well, yes." Thranduil nodded. "I was not aware there were any elves living alone out in the forest."

"Oh, I'm not alone." You stated simply, shrugging, the real meaning of his words either lost on you or ignored. "I live with my uncle."

Thranduil was even more surprised by this fact and the expression on his face told you as much. "Two of you?" He went quiet for a moment, thinking. He knew of no nearby dwellings. Well, save Radagast's of course but he hardly thought that dilapidated thing counted. "Where do you live?"

You went quiet at that, suddenly very unsure. "Oh." You shook your head, turning to look at him. "I can’t say.” You hesitated as he blinked back at you in confusion. “I'm not supposed to tell strangers.”

Thranduil frowned slightly. He was no threat to elves living in the wood. Surely you could tell that? He remembered you didn’t know that he was the king and he supposed he could have told you here and now... but something stopped him.

"Well, we are not really strangers, are we?" He said instead, deciding to let the issue lie for now.

You gave him a look, tilting your head as you regarded him with curiosity. "Are we not?"

Thranduil shook his head. "No. Of course not. We've met before."

You frowned at him and shook your head. "Yesterday. I don’t think that really counts."

Thranduil shook his head again. "No, not yesterday."

You regarded him with complete confusion then. "Not--? What do you mean?"

Thranduil chuckled, shrugging a little as he moved to stand again. "Don’t you remember?” He gave you a pointed look, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Once upon a dream."

"A dream?" You chuckled then as you realised then that he was just being silly. "Well, I am afraid I do not remember, good sir... did I say anything in this dream?"

"You said-" Thranduil smirked, a gleam in his eye as he extended his had out towards you. "-that you would sing me a song and we would dance."

You blinked at him but you couldn’t help the small, amused smile tugging at your lips, giving away your own amusement. “Did I indeed?”

Thranduil nodded, humming an affirmative. “In fact, you promised.” He wasn’t entirely certain what had come over him. It couldn’t have even been ten minutes ago that he had been absolutely stricken by those memories of the past brought on by his meeting with the Enchantress. Now, it seemed almost as though he was being spelled by an enchantress of a completely different kind.

He stayed where he was, looking at you, before you eventually broke the stand off and laughed softly, rising from where you were seated and reaching out for the hand he was still holding out towards you.

“Well, I suppose I cannot go back on a promise, can I?” You teased as you looked up at him. Thranduil was looking back at you triumphantly as you started to sing a soft tune, much like yesterday’s. He pulled you a little closer, one hand dropping to your waist as he started to lead you in a little dance around the clearing.

You felt a bit silly at first, laughing every so often between the song, making Thranduil laugh at the same time. Soon, he began to sing with you in a way he hadn’t since his father died and he was thrust onto the throne, and every woodland creature nearby stopped their own song to come closer so they could listen to the song of the Elvenking that they had so greatly missed.

So caught in the moment were the both of you, that the dark pair of eyes watching through a thick tangle of nearby trees and bushes went completely unnoticed. So caught up were the animals that not even they had the wits to sound the alarm.

Through the trees, the Enchantress narrowed her gaze. Thranduil was dancing in the clearing with some maiden. The sight made her sick, though she couldn’t conceal her curiosity about this she-elf who, from what she’d heard of their conversation, did not live within the halls of the woodland realm.

Her gaze was fixed on Thranduil, wanting to wipe the smile right off his face, though her attention continued to drift back to you. Who were you, who could have the Elvenking looking and sounding so light after she had specifically intended to tear down his defences during their little meeting.

The good thing was that he seemed far too enamoured with the elf in front of him to sense her presence. That was good. That meant she could poke around a little more. Silently, she turned and tore herself away from the couple in the clearing, hurrying through the trees to continue her exploration.

For many long years after that fateful day in Lindon, the Enchantress had thought (as had everybody) that Gil-Galad’s daughter had lost her life. It had not been her intention when she appeared in Lindon that day, for the elfling to be slaughtered there and then. No, she had bestowed upon the baby a curse that would have had them all living in fear and paranoia for thousands of years. However, things had gone slightly awry, ending in the deaths of two queens and one princess. Grief had rained down upon Gil-Galad that day as intended, but the Enchantress had been left slightly dissatisfied. It was over too quickly for her liking.

Many years later, however, word had reached her ears from a spy within Lindon itself. He said that the princess had survived and had been taken far away and hidden, to be kept as such until the time limit on her curse ran itself out.

However, unable to find a trace of the child, the Enchantress was left still furious. Her orcs found no trace of the elleth in any town, forest, or mountain. She even began to consider that the spy had been lying to her and had tried to track him down to kill him - unluckily for her, however, he had already passed on to the Halls of Mandos by this point.

The Enchantress did not give up her search and a good thing too... for she knew it was the right choice. She knew the princess did indeed live. She had come into possession of one of the palantir a great many years ago, though she had since lost it again, and in it she had discovered the truth. The princess had indeed survived, and the Enchantress would stop at nothing to find her.

Gil-Galad may be long dead but her need for revenge was not and she would not rest until her curse was completed.

The song eventually came to an end and you and Thranduil came to a stop in the middle of the clearing. There was a brief pause and then you both started laughing.

Thranduil let go of you and stepped back, giving a brief bow.

You returned the gesture with a giggle, cheeks flushed.

You had gone from pretty much no contact with anybody to dancing and singing with this strange ellon in two days. It was a little absurd and you knew you could not tell Radagast or he would forbid you from leaving on your own, but you realised that you enjoyed the feeling of it. You enjoyed not being alone in the woods, having someone to share it with... you’d had the animals, of course, but it wasn’t exactly the same. You were aware that you barely knew this elf but you felt like you might trust him already. He hadn’t given you any reason not to.

“I see you are a lady who keeps her word.” Thranduil joked lightly. “Very honourable.”

“But of course.” You laughed again as you turned back towards the bench. A bird flew down from the branches above and landed in front of you. Thranduil watched you ruffle its feathers with a smile.

He stayed for a while longer but then he had to take his leave and go back to his halls. At least he would be returning less frustrated than he had left.

He returned two days later to find you were picking berries again, which this time he helped you with. Then he came again the next day, and the day after that. Instead of telling you that he was the king, Thranduil decided that he was simply not going to. Not yet, anyway. He quite liked the time he spent out here with you, able to be simply Thranduil.

His unease about the Enchantress was still very present but he did not see her again for over a week...

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #lotr x reader #thranduil fanfic #thranduil fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction #hobbit fanfic #sleeping beauty

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cosmereplay · 3 months

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Day 5: Hands for holding

Rated Mature, Eshonai/Bila, ace!Eshonai

Eshonai emerged from the storm as a new woman, her heart as light as a leaf, her legs running like a river through the chasms. She jumped and whooped as she ran, hearing the echoes of her voice reverberate across the plateaus like an embrace being returned.

She felt so alive!

Eshonai attracted giggling windspren as she ran, her soft feet flapping against the wet stone. The Rhythm of Excitement thrummed under her skin, keeping the beat alongside the thwaps of her hairstrands flapping against her back, the hah-hahs of her panting breaths, and the whip-whipping of wet fabric. She jumped, landing square in the middle of a big puddle, and laughed as the sunlight cast the splash into hundreds of little sparkling gems.

Just as they’d planned, a figure waved at her from the edge of the closest plateau to the city. Bila hefted a large bag over her shoulder. “I brought dinner!” she called, jumping and grinning.

Eshonai waved back eagerly as she ran, thinking of all the things she’d like to do with Bila. After Eshonai had confessed the disaster she’d had in mateform with Rlain, Bila had convinced her to try mateform again, this time with a female. And of course, given that Bila was inclined to both males and females, and she was one of Eshonai’s closest friends, it seemed like a natural pairing.

“You look absolutely delectable!” Bila said to Appreciation as Eshonai finally met up with her. They began walking together back to the mateform apartments, skirting the outside edge of town so as not to bother anyone else.

“Shut up,” Eshonai said to Amusement. “I forgot how energetic I feel in mateform. And how hungry. What do you have in there, anyway?”

Bila twisted her pack away from Eshonai. “It’s mostly blankets and pillows, but I promise there's food too. We can check it out after we mate. I’ve been saving myself all day, and I cannot wait to get my mouth on you!”

The first reaction Eshonai had was Ew.

Oh no, that’s not what I’m supposed to feel… It was happening again.

Bila kept talking, heedless of Eshonai’s reaction. “Your boobs and belly are so fat in this form, I am physically restraining myself from touching them right now. And you’re still so tall! And your lips look incredible. Eshonai, Thude taught me a place I can touch on your ass, you are going to love it. We can shower in the fountain after. Oh! And Brianlia is in mateform too, I saw her when I was choosing our spot today, if you want to take things a little further…”

But Eshonai didn’t hear any of it. Her thoughts spun away like an errant wind. Mouths are for eating, talking, laughing. Hands are for holding, carrying, climbing. Asses are for sitting, jumping, running.

I want to use my eyes to see all the different kinds of greens in the chasms.

I want to use my fingertips to dig in the crem for haspers.

I want to hear the wind blowing through newly-discovered forests...

“...Eshonai?”

She realized she’d reached the door of the apartment, but she couldn’t bring herself to go inside. Inside was the opposite of what she wanted.

Eshonai sighed. “Look, Bila…” she said to Consolation.

Bila’s face softened. “Really? Not females either?”

Eshonai shook her head, feeling vaguely ashamed.

“Well, good thing I planned for this contingency too,” Bila said, and dug into her pack, pulling out another, smaller sack. “Here’s dinner for one and a towel. Go on. I can always play with Brianlia.”

“I…really?” Eshonai blinked.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Eshonai,” Bila said, waggling her finger at Eshonai as if she were a child. “You begged me for my help and then you dragged your feet every step along the way. I may be in mateform but I’m not an idiot. You have your answer, you silly scholar. You’ve proven your point. Now go fuck the sky like you really want.”

Bila's words hit like a bucket of stormwater, but her smile was warm. Eshonai supposed there were worse ways to find out she wasn’t interested in females either. Humming to Consolation, she accepted the sack, dug in it for a snack, then slung it over her shoulder. “It’s not you, I promise,” she said, trying to think of something nice to say.

“Oh, I know,” Bila said to Confidence. “If I can’t do it for you, then no one can.”

They laughed together to Peace, and Eshonai felt a weight leave her. Taking a bite of her food, she turned away, walking into the sun.

This is what my hands should be holding, she thought, feeling the scratchiness of the bag against her skin. For better or for worse, even in mateform she preferred the caress of the sun to the caress of another listener.

Her heart felt light again, and she attuned the Rhythm of Joy as she walked, her clothes and skin drying in the sunlight. Maybe this wouldn't be a total disaster.

#minifemslashfeb2024 #cosmere femslash february #eshonai first rhythm #eshonai stormlight #bila stormlight #eshonai/bila #eshonai x bila #stormlight fanfic #my fic #mateform

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grogu-explains-it-all · 2 years

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Hi Grogu!

I've started cooking for the holidays and making all kinds of yummy treats. It made me think of you and how I'm sure you would like them. One thing I made was cranberry sauce. Here's a picture for you.

Are you excited to celebrate Thanksgiving with Mama Hazel? Are there any foods you are excited to try? I hope you have a wonderful holiday!

Love,

Wiggles 💕

Hi Wiggles!

That looks good, I helped make cranberry sauce too!!! Mama Hazel has been away and was traveling on Thursday, so I will tell you all about Thanksgiving at Jupiter Cottage!

Remember what I said about Earth and food and special days??

Yeah well, this day about NOTHING but food!! And being Grateful for it.

Well, you said that there are some “problematic issues” around it. BUT if we focus on gratitude for food and not the “Thanksgiving myth” we’d be all right. And you muttered about Colonialism, Pilgrims and no dry turkey on your watch, thank you very much.

I am always focusing on food, ma'am.

See before Dad, I was given food that keeped me alive. And That. Is. It. Then when Dad saved me, we were in the Crest for a loooonnnggg time, guess what? Bone Broth and Ration Bars. BLECH! You know how I feel about drinking bones for crying out loud and Ration Bars are not much of an improvement, people!! But it was better with Dad cuz I knew he was trying, cuz he ate and drank the same stuff.

With Dad, I always ate first.

Here on Earth, we are not running away from bad guys all the time so we get to relax about it, and finding favorite food is like a game for me and Dad! Like you, we LOVE “Big Breakfast”. With the Pancakes, and the maple tree syrups and everything…

ANYWAYS, for Thanksgiving, we did what you said, ignored the Dumb Pilgrim Story and Focused on The Food.

Yesterday you and Dad cut up lots of firewoods for the Big Black Stove. Then you woke up super early to start The Preparation. This seemed like a very big and important deal, so Dad and Me said we will help you, and you said something about too many cooks. WHAT? And shooed us out of the kitchen!! I was shocked by this!! THIS IS WHERE THE FOOD IS! You had never shoo me or Dad anywhere before! Me and Dad did not know WHAT to do about this. Dad told me it is okay and we’d be allowed in the kitchen again. I held his face, WHICH IS NOT COVERED BY A HELMET ANYMORE! But that is another story...

ANYWAYS I asked, Are you sure Father? He did his chuckle and said yes, he was sure.

I think you could hear us being nervous about the status of the kitchen so you came out and said you’d need help in a bit, and me and Dad did a sigh of relief, I tell you ! Then you laughed and asked us to take care of the chickens, and that made me feel much better about this whole situation!

The chickens were SO glad to see me. BUT they were a little nervous about Dad, he is so big in their little house! They made big chicken sounds and Dad made himself small and they calmed down a little. I came over to each one and held their little chicken faces and told them Dad will not hurt them at all. I do not think Eva believed me.

ANYWAYS we gave them their water and their food bits, and then Dad opened their little door, so they can stretch their legs. I do not know why Dad wants everyone to stretch their legs so much. But the hens ran out and started peck pecking at the ground but Dad seemed satisfied. I did not see anyone stretching their legs AT ALL.

After me and Dad came back, everything smelled sooo good! Warm and cozy, good.You said it was the sage and onion. I tried to sneak the pumpkin pie you made yesterday, but you said, I got your number bub. Which means I did not get pie. I did a Dad sigh of sadness and resignment. THEN you told me to look on the table and I found the yummy circles you call munchkings.

Yummy! So I ate those things and got hummy!

Okay so, once you got the Turkey-that-is-not-a-chicken-at-all in the oven, I got to help! You brought me over to the oven, and gave me a big bag of red berries. I got to pour them to the pot, then the sweet sandy stuff! Then you poured in the orange juice. This was hard work and made me thirsty for some of that orange juice. So you gave me a cup and put me in my seat at the table…since I was there I thought I’d have more munchkings.

Then, Dad helped you make bread. You showed how to punch the dough. Which Dad is good at, then, You and Dad got dusty with the flours and laughed a lot.

You know, things changed after Tricks or Treats, your auras got snuggly with each other. There are still bursts and glowing bright, but not zappy shocks and your auras turn green where they touch.

ANYWAYS, you cooked and cooked, we helped and helped. And then finally we got to eat it all!!

Smooshed potatoes AND sweet potatoes! I liked them A LOT! It turns out that there is a lot of butter involved in Thanksgiving. Which is right!

The turkey was not dry, thank you very much, just like you said and I ate a whole leg!! Plus Also we had your favorite, which is your great grandma’s stuffing, I guess this is apparently what made her so great, cuz yummy!!

After I ate lots and lots of bread and meat and many kinds of potato you said have at least one string bean, for GOODNESS SAKE, so I did. And it was pretty good because cheese was there, so I ate two. But I wanted more potato food. And the bread.

Dad was eating and he made lots of yummy sounds and you told him his bread was wonderful and he said it was but because of you… okay, you two. Pass the butter, Father, if you please!

Soon, we stopped eating because we were so full of food we could hardly move. I did not know this was a thing that happens! So you turned on your records playing thing for music. And we all just laid around on the floor and we listen to a guy sing about a lady named Alice and her restaurant and he telled a story about Thanksgiving and improper garbage disposal.

FINALLY, I got to eat the pumpkin pie as soon as I could feel a little spot in my tummy it could fit! It was very good!

And that is the story of how we had a Thanksgiving dinner that could not be beat, just like that singing guy said. But we did not dump a half a ton of garbage anywhere! Because WHO DOES THAT?

#ask grogu #grogu explains it all #grogu at thanksgiving #food

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starlight-ascension · 3 years

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My Friend Watches Suite: Part 3

this actually happened weeks ago but i keep forgetting i haven’t already posted these. will be somewhat half-assed since i scrolled for AGES to get the reactions and it’s rather laggy as a result.

she keeps calling Bassdrum “Buttbeard”. Sounds like the world’s worst pirate.

she sent XD emojis at the villains watching a recording of the girls’ henshin sequence and the reason i am bringing this up is that this is more evidence that anyone who thinks magical girl transformations are actually instantaneous is an idiot and i am putting this out there.

“Okay, HECK YOU Buttbeard, you actually made me smile when you blew a bubble 'cause I love bubbles but then it had to be to trap Hummy, you used BUBBLES for evil, if anything's unforgiveable it's THAT >:-( >:-( >:-(”

'You TRAP Hummy? You trap her body like the bug? Oh! Oh! Jail for Bassdrum! Jail for Bassdrum for One Thousand Years!'

She FREAKED OUT and capslocked when Siren disguised as Hummy, with things like “PLEASE RECOGNIZE THE SILVER CHARM AROUND HER NECK, I THINK HIBIKI CAUGHT ONTO THAT LAST TIME” and “THAT EXPRESSION DOES N O T LOOK RIGHT ON HUMMY'S FACE”

“Yo imagine if somecreature walked into the gym right now and saw these three Gandalfs with colored hair harmonizing and this weird skeleton-closet thing and this cat speaking and monologuing at another cat trapped in a floating bubble XD XD XD XD XD”

Every time Muse does the rainbow keyboard she keysmashes. I get it.

"You're awesome, Mephisto!" “Greater lies have never been spoken.”

and i’ve got 66 unreads and no patience so i’m just going to skip to the episode with Beat’s first transformation and

[initiate direct copy-paste]

And it looks like we're getting right to it, no replaying the final scenes from last episode or anything

So they're getting a stage ready for her instead of doing this right now. Cool. That buys some time for the good guys

HE CAN JUST?????? MAKE MINIONS????? FROM THE HAIRS OF HIS BEARD???????? KLFDHSGKJSHAGKJSHFGKJLFHLXDXDXDXDXDXD JKWEOSOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGGGGG

GIANT DEMONIC MUSHROOMS

A) Yeah, the old dude I keep forgetting the name of is definitely from the world Hummy's from B) What the heck is Mephisto doing with his hand sjdglksfg

I'm skipping the intro.

"I believe in Siren, so everything will be fine!" ...Hummy, even I think that's going a bit too far

"I understand. Please tell Siren your feelings." ...wELP, okay then klsdjglkds

Do I see Hibiki and Kanade both blushing a little there? Oh yeah, these girls definitely gay kdlsjgslkg

"She did something that horrible, and yet we still must believe in her?" Yes.

"If one of you turn to evil, will you stop believing in each other?" *CLAPS*

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"I wonder what Hummy's doing right now." Eating cupcakes and thinking of happy times with you to keep her hopes up?

"She's probably so depressed!" ......She's actually not.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"You actually love her, Siren!" "Nope. No use in trying to convince me. Sorry to disappoint all of you, but I hate Hummy. I don't have any feelings for her." *sings* Who'd you think you're kidding? She's the earth and heaven to ya! Try to keep it hidden - Hoooney we can see right through ya!

hmm. Buttbeard and Mephisto still up on some junk. Also, those hate-brainwashy things, I'm seeing some in Mephisto's ears too? djkfowmoh dang

The old dude just said "It's off" and had no other reaction to this??????HUMMY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! D~= D~= D~= D~= D~= D~= D~=

JFDBNDFSLIGUNFGIUFASNGIULAFSNGLFASUILGBFUISLGABRLOGARINLGBSDGOISDABGLNGBAFILGNEAHTEA

FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK

*sings, looking shell-shocked* dO-do-do-do-do... CommerciAL breAk...

*SCREAMS*

HERGJHSFGSFJDKL HUMMY WAS TOTALLY UNAFFECTED BY THOSE THINGS KLSDHFSDKLADKL?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FJSKGLSDHGIUASR XD XD XD XD XD I THOUGHT FOR A SECOND THAT SHE WAS JUST THAT STRONG BUT TURNS OUT SHE WAS JUST ASLEEP WHILE THE SOUND OF THOSE THINGS WAS PLAYING IN HER EARS XD XD XD XD XD

"I'm not stopping you." ?????

"I'm your friend, so I'm not going to get in your way." jfdiogjsfoiglJFKLOfjlksopqHSDJKGH????!!!!!! HUH?!?!?! WHAT WAS THAT--IS HUMMY BREAKING THROUGH TO HER??????

"I'm about to sing the Melody of Sorrow. The world will fall into sadness. Is that fine with you?" "Yes!" JKSDLKGJWljisow?????!!!!!!!!!!

"Even if this world falls into sadness, everything will be fine!"

JKFSGORSLHGUIOE ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O ='~O !!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"Because when that happens, you'll be crying with me."

JFIGHSFNLUGHSJGHSFLIGBFIGBSAUBIIHRAIUSHGDFSGBLIUSFAHGBIURSOTWYWONRIUBEFL

H-- HUMMY???

TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMMY'S SINGING NOW OKAY FJKBNSFOR

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT)T (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3(TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

IT WORKED IT WORKED I THINK IT WORKED KLSDJGKSDHGLJKSDHGIURWHGUILSBHO

"Believe in them. A miracle will definitely occur." ldfjsighsauihuibsdufggbaiurshfuwi4agbJNKSDGNWIR

(;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) (;O;) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) (TOT) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh frick

OH FRICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DHSGJSDHBGLJKFSBNGLUSFHGLESIURGSFGHRSDIUHGESROIHGERHSFIOHGSFAPIGHARSIPGHSRDFJPISFHGSAFIPHASFIPGJSFAIGARHASFIGHSFAPIGJRSAGJDFIKGSAFOIGSAIGJSARIGJRAJSFIKGHSFPIGJARSGPIWRASJGSFAGHSAFOIGBRSAPUGWNRAGUWRAHGPIWRSHFPUSDANGPISAGRASHFIPSADHGSDPIAHGSADFWHASDIOGHBSADPIGFSHDANHPIGSDAHGWASDFHSDAIGHSDAPUGIDSHFSDAHGSDIGHSPDUIAFHNESAGRHSAIGPSDHAFPISAJGWAHGSIRAHWHJDSKFHADJKFGSDHKJFGDSBAJIFGBSDUILBUDBSH

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

KDSLJGODSHG OH GOOD THE THINGS CAME OUT OF HER EARS LKSHGLDSKGIR

HUMMY'S OKAY BUT ALSO FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK GIANT MONSTER MADE OF ALL THE NOTES OH GOD

DJSLKGSADHGLJKSDAHG

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH KICK THOSE ARROWS YEAH!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FRICK

MUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH NO OH NO OH NO IH NO OH NO

SAVE HUMMY SIREN

FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK

"Stop it!!!!!!!! Stop making Hummy sad!!!!!!" DFJGIULESRHBNHGLIUSDBGLJDSABGHGRISUAGJIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O =~O !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SIREN'S A NEW CURE SIREN'S A NEW CURE SIREN'S A NEW CURE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJFDSOKGLSHDLJKGFSHGJKLSDHGLASBGSAGOARULBGRALIBGARSIHGNARSIULGJWARSG I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN IT SOME POINT BUT STILL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLQWERTYUIOPZXCVBNMEFVBSIUBGURBGSRAIULGBSRLIUGBSDIUGSHNRDKGUBSDREIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NJXNVCPFFFT she dropped Hummy sdjhvsdlkjikeXD

jklJFLKDSOH! CURE MUSE GONNA CONVINCE HER TO STAY AND FIGHT???

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"I don't care what happens to Hummy..." Uhhh, literally everything that just happened says otherwise.

Muse speaks the truth

HECK YEAAAHHHH GO MELODY AND RHYTHM JKSDHGJKDSHGADU

"The Precure don't run from their feelings, no matter how hard it gets." YEAH. SLKDHJGLKSDGOFDHGFJDSFGRDFJTSGFDHHFDJ

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAAAAAHHHH WE GOT ALLLLLLLLLL OF THOS ENOTES NOW WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Awwww, is Mephisto gonna throw a tantrum? >:-)

"But I have the legendary score right here!" Oh, they'll get that back sooner or later.

"I'll defeat you later and take back those notes!" HA! Just you TRY

Where you gonna go now Siren?

*dances in my seat to the end theme*

NEXT EPISODE

Ha. Alexa play 22 by Taylor Swift. klsfjlgkfs

Okay, Hibiki's probably right in saying it won't be that easy, Siren still needs a bit of time to come to terms with this and all before she fully becomes their ally, but as to Kanade's "This may all be part of her plans again"....excuse me, I HIGHLY doubt turning into Precure is something that can be faked. Like, at all, remotely, EVER. And as good of an actress as Siren is, I don't think she could've faked that breakdown she had right before it either.

Wow, even Aphrodite doesn't know how that happened...

*doesn't skip the opening theme, but doesn't jump up and dance either*

*does tap my foot and hand though*

Oh hey, the kids found her

Oh dang, it's like Setsuna in that one episode, with that kid whose dog she turned into a monster I think--Oh friiiiiiiiiiiick

Wait, she's not an animagus anymore? =~O

And she can't shapeshift into other people anymore either klsdjglksdhgsljdghjriso =~O

Ohhhh is that necklace what let her do that????

Holy FRICK

I don't know what that title was, but I'm gonna call it Siren's Big Identity Crisis

"Appear before me, Siren!" Ha. You can't control her anymore, turdface.

I'm seeing those things in Mephisto's ears again... klsdhglksdg

Bassdrum: "We're letting Siren go, right?" Mephisto: "No! She's the only one who can sing the Melody of Sorrow!" Ohhhhhhh :-o :-o :-o :-o

"I have a good plan." I doubt it.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore..." hfisugfsdyygbafsyludhbaufukshdahnuisdhgai

;o;;o;;o;;o;;o;

"What a pretty sound. I thought I hated it, but why?" She was brainwashed into villainy from the start, wasn't she? And this was part of it...

"You don't need to have rights to enjoy music." Yeah! :-) :-) :-)

"No, I used music to do bad things!" ...And you feel bad about that now and aren't going to do it again, right? So it's fine.

;o; ;o; ;o; ;o; ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

....Cure name foreshadowing?

XD XD XD XD FACE TACKLE<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*sings like Gumball and Darwin through my tears* Do do do do do...! Commercial break...! *grabs a tissue and blows my nose*

Ayyyyy, Siren joining in the singing! 😄😄😄💗💗💗

oh? Note!

Does Hummy know how to be mad?

Doesn't seem so. XD

Oop, there they are

"Don't call me by that name anymore." Oh. I did wonder if she was gonna get a new name. I wonder what it'll be.

Oh! Ellen! She used that in one of her disguises, right?

Oh, get outta here Gandalfs. >:-(

Oh HECK, on top of everything else Bassdrum has to have complete disrespect for the environment too??? He can go step on a lego right now please.

TRANSFORMATION TIME!

Also it occurs to me now that they've said "Unforgiveable!" to all these villain attacks including all the ones Siren's been at the head of, and Ellen's like...seriously taken that to heart thinking she can never be forgiven for them........T-T ToT ToT ToT T^T <3 <3 </3 <3 </3 <3

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

FRICK

"If you want us to free her, then come with us to Minor Land and sing the Melody of Sorrow!" ...Or, she could just come over there and kick you in the groin and take Hummy back herself.

You didn't think thsi through at all, did you

Oh hey there Muse!

KICK HIM JUST KICK HIM

"No, I won't sing it." HECK YES

"It's because I don't want to make her sad! If I sing the Melody, then Hummy will drown in sorrow. I want her to sing happily, always." LET'S GOOOOO *APPLAUDS*

HECK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And her henshin item was inside her alll along :-) :-) :-)

HECK YEAH, TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAH, EAT THAT, MEPHISTO

HECK YEAH, SHE HIT HIM AND GOT HUMMY

HECK YEAAAAAAAH GO BEAT GO

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!1 YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEESSSS PURIFICATION ATTACK TIME AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

HECK YEAH ROCKIN' GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

*grooves in my seat to the end theme somewhat*

So it looks like this is continuing still into the next episode. Which I will be watching now too. hjdsfgjsfkhsd

*dances in my seat to the opening theme*

New base?

Why are they hiding from this kid's dad... this looks like the start of something cute and wholesome dksjhg

"Ellen is confused right now. It's hard turning into a Precure all of a sudden." Yeah. Especially right after having been on the villain's side for some time.

<3 <3 <3 <3

Well, they showed up with cupcakes at just the right time

Yeah, why take the dad's work stuff

Okay then

Sooooo did he take his dad's work and run away because the dad was busy with work not paying attention to his kid or something?

OH..... ;O; well dang... ;o; ;o; ;o; <3 <3 <3

"When I was little, I got separated from my other too." Oh yeah! Hibiki really is the best person to talk to him about this then, she's had to deal with the same thing--Ellen????

Not the time, Ellen, not the time--D-:<

Freakin' heck, Ellen needs the same talk from these two that this kid does...

"The connection we have may disappear in an instant. So it's better not to have bonded in the first place." WRONG. If you just avoid any experiences that'll make you happy just so you won't have to deal with any pain that can also come of them, where does that leave you? Just not feeling anything for all your life? That would SUCK, dude.

ToT ToT ToT

oh hey Hummy

the faceless background characters be a little creepy if you focus on them too much

Oh? Stuffed cat?

"Why does Papa have this?" Maybe he was planning to give it to you.

OHHHH DID HE HANDMAKE IT TOO <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heck yeah, you tell her!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!'

*sings like Gumball and Darwin* Do do do do do! Commercial break!

TvT TvT TvT TvT TvT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!

uh oh

DON'T YOU DARE NEGATONE THAT SWEET LITTLE STUFFED CAT

OH HECK YOU

TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3

TRANSFORMATION TIME

(*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*) (*O*)

WOOP WOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH GO RHYTHM

GO MELODY

POOP

WOOOOOOOOO<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

She didn't realize exactly the harm she was doing until now huh.... ;-;

"I don't have the right to be a Precure." Yes you do! For heck's sake, just 'cause you did things that were wrong doesn't mean you can't recognize that and make up for them now, dummy! skfjdgls

"Siren. Forget about the Precure or what you have done. Siren. What do you want to do now?" *CLAPS*

"You gotta let go of that stuff from the past 'cause it just doesn't matter. The only thing that matters... is what you choose to be now." - Po, Kung Fu Panda 2

HECK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET'S FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

TRANSFORMATION TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HA HAAAA I REMEMBER THAT MOMENT OF HER MAKING A GUITAR CHORD WITH HER HAIR HA HA HAAAA XD XD XD !!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY POOP I DIDN'T KNOW THOSE THREE COULD DO THAT KLSDGLKS

HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PURIFYING TIME

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye bye Mamoru's dad! <3

Oh hey Otokichi. Which is your name they're saying now which I'm trying to get properly stuck in my memory.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Wise words from this guy. One of the best arguments I've seen against that stupid "Every one of us is all alone" sentiment.

Oooooooh backstory reveal??????

hjklshdgdslkjfhdgslaru ;o; ;o; ;o; ;o; ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT ToT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT TOT <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*dances in my seat to the end theme while crying rainbows*

I think that's a good place to end for the day

*collapses backward across the couch* Woooooooooo!!!!!!! 😂😂😂😂💗💗💗💗💗💗💖💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕💕😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂💖💖💕💕💗💗💗😊😊😊😊😊💕💗💖💖💖

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“What do you like to do most in the world Pooh”

-”Well”, said Pooh, “what I like best-” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.

The Honey doesn’t taste as good once it is being eaten; the goal doesn’t mean so much once it has been given. If we add up all the rewards in our lives, we won’t have very much. But if we add up the spaces in between the rewards and the spaces, then we’ll have everything-every minute of the time that we spent. What if we could enjoy it?

The Christmas presents once opened are not so much fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty five days later, we try again and find that the same thing has happened. Each time the goal is reached, it becomes not so much fun, and we’re off to the next one, then the next.

That doesn’t mean that the goals we have don’t count. They do, mostly because they cause us to go through the process, and it’s the process that makes us wise, happy, or whatever. If we do things in the wrong sort of way it makes us miserable, angry, confused, and things like that. The goal has to be right for us, and it has to be beneficial, in order to ensure a beneficial process. But aside from that, it’s really the process that’s important. Enjoyment of the process is the secret that erases these myths of the Great Reward and Saving Time. Perhaps this can help explain the everyday significance of the word Tao, The Way.

What could we call that moment before we begin to eat honey? Some would call it anticipation, but we think it’s more than that. We would call it awareness. It’s when we become happy and realize it, if only for an instant. By enjoying the process, we can stretch that awareness out so that it’s no longer only a moment, but covers the whole thing. Then we can have a lot of fun. Just like Pooh.

“And then he thought that being with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said, ‘what I like best in the whole world is Me and Piglet going to see You, and You saying “what about a little something? and Me saying, “Well, I shouldn’t mind a little something, should you, Piglet,’ and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing.”

When we take the time to enjoy our surroundings and appreciate being alive, we find that we have no time to be “Bisy Backsons” anymore. But that’s all right, because being a “Bisy Backson” is a tremendous waste of time. As the poet Lu Yu wrote:

The Clouds above us join and separate,

The breeze in the courtyards leaves and returns.

Life is like that, so why not relax?

Who can stop us from celebrating?

- The Tao of Pooh

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Archive Project - January 6, 2014 - Best Films of 2013

Welcome to Day 2 of the Hummy Awards! Today we will be reviewing the best movies per genre of 2013. The Genres we will awarding today will be: Comedy, Fantasy, Science-Fiction, Romance, Action, Thriller, Super-hero, Animated, Book-Adapted, Drama, Christian, Family and Art. We will also be awarding movies with the titles of: Least Subtle Movie of 2013, Most Divisive Movie of 2013 and Most Underrated Movie of 2013. Lets get started! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Comedy of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: This is the End, The World's End, Anchorman 2, Saving Mr. Banks. Winner: The World's End!! Runner-up: Anchorman 2 This year we were treated to the final part of the "Cornetto Trilogy", the end to a long term mashup of the creative team behind such works as Shawn of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. The World's End is a wonderful sendoff from that creative team. I hope we see more from Simon Pegg and Nick Frost in the future! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Fantasy Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: The Great and Powerful Oz, Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, 47 Ronin. Winner: The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug!! Runner-up: The Great and Powerful Oz Its a Lord of the Rings movie, even the worst Lord of the Rings movie is still dwarfs everything around it… ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Science-Fiction Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Star Trek into Darkness, Pacific Rim, Oblivion, Elysium, Gravity, Ender's Game. Winner: Elysium!! Runner-up: Star Trek into Darkness Props to Elysium for being the freshest new Science Fiction movie out in a while! Same for Star Trek for being an awesome sequel to the famed 2009 reboot. ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Romance/Relationship Movie of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Warm Bodies, The Spectacular Now, Don Jon, About Time. Winner: Don Jon!! Runner-up: Warm Bodies Trashy as it may be (and believe me, its is really trashy!!), Don Jon stands as a fascinating exploration of relationships and an impressive directorial debut for Joseph Gordon-Levitt! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Action Movie of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Olympus Has Fallen, Iron Man 3, Star Trek into Darkness, Man of Steel, White House Down, Pacifc Rim, Elysium, Kick A** 2, The Wolverine, Lone Survivor. Winner: Elysium!! Runner-up: Olympus Has Fallen Props again to Elysium for giving us some of the coolest, most awesome and bloodiest action this year! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Thriller of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Gravity, Captain Phillips Winner: Gravity!! Runner-up: Captain Phillips What can I say? I liked Gravity more than I liked Captain Phillips... ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Superhero Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Iron Man 3, Man of Steel, Kick A** 2, The Wolverine, Thor: The Dark World. Winner: Iron Man 3!! Runner-up: Man of Steel Nearly a year after The Avengers, nobody knew where the Marvel movies were going to go. How could they possible be as good as before? Where would they go? How can they make the stories without having the entire team show up? With Iron Man 3 we got our answer! Standing alone as the best movie in the Iron Man series and serving as an awesome followup documenting life in the post-Avengers world. No other Superhero movie had bigger shoes to fill and filled them so effectively. ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Animated Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Monsters University, Despicable Me 2, Frozen, Epic Winner: Frozen!! Runner-up: Despicable Me 2 Heres where I begin getting hate letters for not making Monsters University the best movie…. Frozen stands as a movie so good is competes with major film releases. So it wins!! The End! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Book Adaptation of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Warm Bodies, World War Z, Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, Kick A** 2, Twelve Years a Slave, Catching Fire, The Book Thief, Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom, Great Gatsby. Winner: The Great Gatsby!! Runner-up: Catching Fire All the flare of Hollywood Blockbusters put into one of the best novels of all time and you get one of the most interesting adaptions this year. ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Drama of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Prisoners, Rush, Twelve Years a Slave, American Hustle, Lovelace, 42 Winner: Prisoners!! Runner-up: Rush For being the tensest and best made drama of the year, Prisoners takes away best drama. ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Christian Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Grace Unplugged, I'm in Love with a Church Girl, Black Nativity Winner: Grace Unplugged!! Runner-up: I'm in Love with a Church Girl For having the best message for young Christians, Grace Unplugged wins Best Christian film of 2013! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Family Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, Saving Mr. Banks, Oz the Great and Powerful, Monsters University, Despicible Me 2, Frozen. Winner: Saving Mr. Banks!! Runner-up: Oz the Great and Powerful If you don't mind a few swear words, Saving Mr. Banks is one of the sweetest films of the year! ————————————————————————————————————————— Best Art Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Nominees: Inside Llewyn Davis, Twelve Years a Slave, Dallas Buyers Club, Spring Breakers. Winner: Inside Llewyn Davis!! Runner-up: Twelve Years a Slave For being an deep, fascinating look into the life of a down on his luck Folk singer with lots of symbolism and lull, Llewyn Davis wins best Art film! Thank you to the Coen Brothers! ————————————————————————————————————————— ————————————————————————————————————————— Least Subtle Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Least Subtle Film is an award specifically designed to call out films that either intentionally or accidentally favor blunt or unsubtle stories ands themes in their films in favor of subtle storytelling. While being blunt isn't inherently a bad thing, it stands to reason that lacking subtlety in a lot of cases is detrimental to the films. Nominees: White House Down, Elysium, World War Z, Grace Unplugged Winner: White House Down!! Runner-up: Elysium I wanted to give this award to Elysium for how severely blunt that film's message on social inequality is but I liked that movie, so the award goes to White House Down. This movie works under such a black and white understanding of American politics and calls out Republicans as evil, dumb, corrupt, puppets to the corporations that want nothing but money, while stating the Democrats (notably Obama) are thoughtful peacekeepers that want to help the poor. If your liberal, chances are you'll think this film is cheesy and fun but to a conservative like myself it's a giant middle finger. The action is fun but I have nothing else positive to say about it. I think Olympus Has Fallen was much better. ————————————————————————————————————————— Most Underrated Film of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— Every year dozens of great films pass under the radar while major action films and romantic comedies hog the spotlight. Here we pay tribute to a few of them that the majority of film buffs missed out on. Nominees: Oblivion, Pacific Rim, Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, Kick A** 2, The Spectacular Now, About Time, Dallas Buyers Club. Winner: Kick A** 2!! Runner-up: Pacific Rim While Pacific Rim flopped in the US it did rather well overseas (surprising from the US being obsessed with the Transformers films for some reason). Kick Butt 2 on the other hand received very little attention and was heavily criticized by a number of critics. You know what? The critics that gave this movie negative reviews are wrong. It might not be as great as the original film but Kick-Higny 2 feels like a natural continuation of the story from the first movie and makes me extremely excited at the possibility of a third movie, as teased in the final scene. Hopefully the lowered budget on this film allowed it enough of a profit margin to earn the rights to a Kick-Glutius Maximus 3. To quote a movie nobody but me has seen, "Pray everybody!". ————————————————————————————————————————— Most Divisive Movie of 2013 ————————————————————————————————————————— I don't even need a nominees selection to determine which film this year had audiences more split over it. Winner: Man of Steel!! No film this year has divided audiences more to hate or love a movie this much since Les Miserables last year! I'm in the camp that enjoys the film as an awesome action movie with a fresh take on Superman. This movie however has a lot of detractors who point out major flaws in the film and the directing the Warner Brothers is taking to force out a Justice League movie as soon as possible. Honestly though we can't accurately judge where Warner Brothers is taking this until after Batman vs. Superman and Justice League have both be released so for now I'm just enjoying an awesome movie with my favorite Superhero. If you disagree that Man of Steel is good than I completely understand your thoughts but these are mine. Man of Steel is a good movie IN MY OPINION. ————————————————————————————————————————— ————————————————————————————————————————— For more on Man of Steel, check out the Nostalgia Critic and Angry Joe's review here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1AJyKJ4BCo

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boomboomiloveprettygirls · 4 years

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The Great Precure Watchening Part 2: I’m Skipping Glitter Force After All

Well, as the title implies, I’ve finished Smile Precure and started to watch Glitter Force like I originally planned on doing. I wanted to see how bad it really was. I couldn’t get through the first episode. Holy shit.

Glitter Force aside, this means I’ve finished Suite and Smile now, and I’m about 20 episodes into Doki Doki. Suite grew on me after a bit but I wouldn’t say it’s one of my favourites. Beat’s character arc was nice, and I still really like Hummy and Otokichi, but overall meh. The ending left me a bit hollow, too, because I generally prefer when these kinds of things end with the bad guy getting defeated forever instead of learning their lesson or whatever, but whatever it’s fine.

Smile was a lot of fun! I wasn’t hugely into it at first, but it grew on me. It’s more lighthearted and simple than some of the other series, which was a nice change. The designs were cute, I enjoyed all five of the main characters, and even Candy grew on me where I originally thought she’d be really annoying. It’s a shame that the dub for it had to be so bad. This could have been a fresh “new” series for western kids, and there are worse series to use to introduce kids to Precure (cough Yes Precure 5). But that would have meant they would’ve had to just do a straight-up dub instead of...whatever the fuck Saban was going for with that. (Why did they rename Cure Beauty to Cure Breeze? SHE’S NOT EVEN THE ONE WITH WIND POWERS.)

Anyway I’m getting to the halfway mark with Doki Doki, and I don’t like it much so far? Again, maybe it’ll grow on me like Smile and Splash Star did, but yeah I just...I’m not a huge fan of any of these characters so far. I’ll save my full thoughts for when I actually finish the series, but yeah the Happy Prince allusions are...irritating (at best) and that’s probably colouring my perception of the series.

Side note, I have come up with an actual goal for this Watchening: I want to be all caught up and watching new episodes as they come out by the time Healin’ Good finishes airing. It’s on Crunchyroll now so I can finally watch it legally. After that I’ll probably finally watch Princess Tutu or something lol.

#the great precure watchening #precure

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bloodymaggots · 5 years

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Christoffer`s bloody adventure: Chapter 1

-What the fuck happen here?? Like this day could not get worse...

Christoffer saw 20 meters ahead of him a dead deer. The deer was not just dead but utterly ravaged. He approaches it with care in case whatever killed it shows up. He arrives to the dead deers corpse. He kneels and get hit by the smell of death.

What the hell happen? What can have killed it? since it is not just killed but fucking mutilated...But not in the way that it was just a predator like a wolverine or a dog... But a dog could never do such marks right? No. But how come... Bears, wolf. Lynxes or wolverines rarely are seen in woods so close to humans, specially the southern ones in sweden...

Now what made things even more confusing for our brave 16 year old was what he had not noticed yet!

Oh for fuckssake Did a hunter hunt a deer down? why would he use bow? why would he leave his prey? why did he let his dog go berserk on it??

The deer had two arrows in it. One on its lower back and one on the bum. Probably to slow it down and hinder it from mobilizing away. The deer also had a massive fucking hole in its belly suggesting that something dug in there and started pulling out its guts. Not the best way to introduce the reader...

Oh fuck, maybe the hunter just used a knife, right? But the hole was not looking like a clean cut but rather like someone ripped the belly away since its bad geometry. Well fuck, he might just have let his dog get a meal?? Oh are you sure Christoffer?? considering what you have seen today??

Blood was on the ground from the dead deer and the darkening sky was not making things easy. Christoffer was right now a couple hundred meters away from home and was in the woods. He lived in a dale full of hills coverd in trees so deers was not unusual but dead ones were rare specially if not by road kill even more specially since it was not by a hunting rifle and specially since it had both arrows and a hole.

Fuck, I should get back before whatever hunted that returns. Stop it! get your shit together, Probably some fucking homeless shit head that don`t know... fuck can´t even think straight.

Christoffer stood up again and went home. He looked at the phone. It was closing in on 9 a clock with 42% left on his phone. he unlocked his phone went to settings and turned the phone on battery saving since all electricity was out. It had been out since, well, when he woke up at around 11 a clock when he woke up.

Christoffer went inside the house. His parents were still not home and contacting them had not worked. He had not spotted many neighbors around. He took of the shoes and went up since he had no interest in spending the night at the cellar at the moment. He tried to turn on the tv. Nothing...

where the fuck are the bastards doing?? why is nothing working?? Had the US finally lost it and declared nuclear war with china?? FUCK?? nothing to do then to wait for them too arrive I guess? I am hungry anyways.

Christoffer went too the kitchen on second floor. And if shit could not guess worse he saw it, outside the kitchen windows. Well right then he was quite happy that the electricity was not working since lamps would not work out. Christoffer backed away from the window and ducked to think. What he saw was in the dark 3 human like things walking outside. But what made him react was that their eyes where glowing yellow in the darkness.

By the fucking GODS, Am I seeing ghosts now?? Ghosts Christoffer? what are you 9? WAIT, I HAVE IT, YES FUCKING YES IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING. I am having a dream and not just a dream since I am aware but a lucid dream. If I know my brain the things will suddenly stare right back at me if I peek and come after me but I am not peeking since I will Imagine a 10/10 modell sitting on my... Well since we do not want to scare of the readers at the moment I can spoil that nothing happens and Christoffer realizes that he is not dreaming.

Well fuck, I am going to have too peek anyways. Probably nothing but my imagination but lets play it safe and watch carefully.

Christoffer carefully in a slow movement stands up with his eyes carefully tracking outside.

Ha, nothing but my silly mind playi... Crash Christoffer hears from the basement.

FUCK FUCK FUCK, they are going thru the bloody garage. I have the katana and the long sword I made in fifth grade but they are both blunt and I doubt that would save me, Besides I would never reach in time. Like a cartoon his brain lit up and he remembers dads air riffle. At the balcony it was with a small can of ammo. Strong too kill birds but not to kill a human. Maybe a head shot might pierce, after all I am no expert on guns. Christoffer did In a as silent sprint as possible run for the gun. He grabbed it and the ammo and instead of loading it directly he went for his mom and dads bedroom. Hiding under the bed will do it. He threw himself under making it impossible to see him unless they of course leaned. There he was under the bed loading the air rifle in haste. No advance mechanism since it is of older design. He loaded and was now waiting. What many may think is something that would strike fear in too our protagonist was not really what gripped him. More of a mix between anger and humilliation that he must hide under the bed like a child playing hide and seek because it is probably just burglars that gave more fear to him that it should, but a little fear was in there since after all with danger comes fear.

Aw shit, What should I do, stop being afraid, It makes you think irrational and if they find me I am fucked for sure. The question is if I can get one of them, reload and get the other since the riffle only takes one bullet at a time. Maybe if they dispatch. He heard steps from the robbers that were going up+ the stairs. It sounded like they had the weight of my dad each, so around 80 kg. They made it up from the stairs and he heard clinging from metall. They stealing spikes?

Maybe it is dad, mom and my annoying brother, fuck should be stealthy and take out the gun later and myself as soon as they are not there. Before he could move out of bed he heard voices that told opposite

-You sure you heard steps?

-I am not deaf, and it would make sense for manlings too hide if they managed too spot us in time, so close the mouth of yours before I stuff it with an axe

-watch it, we might have taken them in suprise for now but the manlings are smart and as we speak be in a hideout.

-Not possible the magic the manlings are using are disrupted.

- And we have overtaken most magic sources, stop worrying the northern realms where promised by Oltor himself.

-Quite, even if we managed too erase a big fracture of them, hummies are still the ones that conquerd the earth. Just look at all the magic items they have here, do you even know how half work?

-You callin me stupid Nörgle?

What in the bloody fucks are these crackheads talking about and why are their voices in such a bad vocal?

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sweetaliencheeks · 6 years

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THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER

"What the flark has gotten up your ass for the past few days?" Rocket growled, I could hear his claws scratching against the metal table. The dim light was barely enough for me to make out his silhouette as I walked over to him.

"I asked you one simple question, asshole. Stop getting on my nerves or I'll stuff you with your own tail!" I screeched, downing his drink, only to fill up the glass and do the same again.

"Why are you drinking my drink?" he shouted, standing up on the chair and poking my chest with his claw. I wiped a stray drop on the corner of my mouth, carefully enough to not smudge my lipstick.

"Why are you touching me?" I moved forward, coming nose to nose with him, his breathing hot and quick on my lips.

"Why can't I touch you, you're on my ship!" my eyes narrowed at him, as my own anger began to boil.

"Then I can touch you too, because I paid half of it" and at that, I abruptly pushed his hand off of me, causing him to slightly stumble backwards. I scoffed loudly and walked over to sit on the chair farther away from his, but he hopped on the table and followed me there.

"Tell me what's wrong with you before you piss me off enough for me to make you swallow a bomb through your nice little bottom" I screamed in frustration, struggling against the urge to strangle him.

"You wanna know what's wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong, dickhead" he stomped across the table back to his own seat, his hand raised in a motion for me to talk. I heard ice tinker against glass and then crack softly as he poured us both a drink, slowly walking back and sitting in front of me. Shoving the drink right in front of my nose, I muttered a thanks and picked it up. With a deep breath, I brought my palms to my eyes and pressed hard, tiny eruptions of colours spreading around the darkness.

"I always get like this on my, uh, birthday and it's my first without my crew, and my whole family is so so far away..." my hands dropped to my lap with a sniffle "And I'm still so scared of growing up and everything is going by so fast" Rocket moved his head to look up at me, regret and a faint sparkle of compassion mixed to the lights and stars reflected in his eyes. But I couldn't bring myself to look back at him. Instead, I focused on the worn out furniture and dirty plates in the sink. I kept my eyes on the distance and, with a small choked up chuckle, I carried on "I doubt you'd even know how it feels like, but birthdays always bring back memories, some come with some sort of nostalgia and some just make me wonder why I'm like this. And this precise birthday marks fifteen years since I was taken from Terra and that my life changed so fucking much" without noticing, my chest started to heave and a loud sob left my body.

"I'm sorry, I d-"

"Save it" I took two swigs of the golden liquid and looked back at him "It's not as if you cared anyway" he growled in frustration, hands scratching down his face.

"I do care, you stupid hummie" he bursted out so violently, I slightly jumped, but I had to hold back another sob as his hands travelled up to my face and held both my cheeks, Rocket stood up on the table, awkwardly looking at me as he nodded at my arms. Before I could ask what was happening, he spoke in a low voice that made my body shudder in all the ways possible "Not a single word or I swear I'll blow up every single tooth out of those pretty lips of yours" I nodded furiously and pulled him onto my lap, snuggling against the fur on the back of his head.

"I'm sorry Rocket, I'm just so scared of everything changing again" his ear twitched softly as I sniffled, feeling myself fall into a comfortable silence.

"You're right" I lifted my head up at the sound of his voice "I don't know what that Terran bullshit feels like, but, erm-" he rubbed his eyes and scratched his chin in a way that brought a ghosty smile to my lips "I suck at this..." he mumbled before turning around to face me, my fingers intertwined behind his back to hold him close to me "You're not alone, and if anything, I'm glad you're here, otherwise I'd be alone, too" his voice trailed at the end and I had to hold back the emotional tears that had pooled up in the corner of my eyes.

"Lucky we found each other, hey?" a rhetorical question piping up in such an obvious atmosphere. I rubbed the spot under his chin and he looked away with a small smirk on his lips before handing me my glass, holding his own up to tinker against it. I sniffled again, overwhelmed with emotion and unable to express it, to tell him how sorry I was for my behaviour and how grateful I was for having him. So I just kissed his nose and cuddled him tighter, and when he lifted his head to nestle it against my neck, I heard him whisper.

"Yeah, lucky... Happy birthday, you idiot"

Do you guys also cry on your birthdays or is it just me??

Waiting for my first white hair to pop up soon like…

#fancfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu #marvel x reader #marvel #rocket raccoon #rocket x reader #birthday #love #mental health #trashpandababy

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hummygostudyblog · 6 years

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How Do You Learn?

I just typed the whole post up yesterday and it didn't save anything...

Anyways, back to the original purpose of this post...

When it comes to studying, you can't rely on movies and TV shows to portray it accurately. It's like expecting the movie to be better than the book... If you are in the Percy Jackson fandom, you get my frustration.

It's not like your boyfriend/crush will crawl into your bedroom window and try to "help" you study by simply reading through your chem flash cards one or two times before doing OTHER stuff. (*cough* Nancy Wheeler *cough*)

If my crush ever did that, he/she would be a human pancake two stories down from my room after trying to climb out once my parents could be heard going up the stairs.

And here's the thing about studying: it can get stressful really, REALLY fast. Especially when you don't know even half of the things that you're doing. Let me come up with a scenario:

It's two am and you're trying to cram everything for your least favorite subject since there's a test that's worth more that 50% of your grade and you've been putting it off for the past two weeks. It's practically a few hours away, and you try to study by reading a textbook that you absolutely have not even touched since the first day day you checked it out from the library. Then, you sleep studying and wake up late, end up arriving late to the test, and because you are stressed out because you're late... You forget everything you tried to cram in the night before. So there you are, absolutely clueless and only left with the choice of staring at the clock all the way across the room. That was me in seventh and eighth grade, all in a nutshell.

Been there. Done that. NEVER AGAIN.

But it doesn't have to be that way. It all depends on the time you dedicate to try and get better. But the most important step of all is to get to know yourself as a unique individual and how you learn most effectively. If you don't learn how you flow, the less you know. The point of studying is not to memorize, it's to understand. There's a difference.

So here I am: Hummy, at your service. This is just an introduction post to series of posts I'll publish later on throughout the next two-three months. The main question is...

How do you learn?

According to a book I once read a few months ago. Leonardo Da Vinci may have been born intelligent, but he was not born a genius. To be a considered a genius, you have to be skilled in more than one type of intelligence. What point am I trying to prove here?

There is more than one type of intelligence.

This is why your IQ in the end does not really matter -- it only measures one type of intelligence when there is more than one. While it may be important, it is often over emphasized to the point where schools determine your worth based on this test when really, they're missing out on a student's true potential and capabilities. Look at Mozart and Stephen Hawking; neither of the two is more intelligent that the other: they are intelligent in different ways. And it would be pointless to compare them, since they both domineered and mastered different fields of study.

Knowing what type of intelligence is the one you apply to is important to get to know how you should study and learn -- the more intelligent you are in a certain area, the easier it will be for you to pick up and understand information at a faster rate, and it helps you question what you can do to develop the other areas of intelligence as well. Intelligence applies to the way we grow to understand and think about things around us. So if you know this about yourself, you are already one step ahead of the game called life. It doesn't just apply to adolescence, it applies to adulthood as well.

Intro To Learning Styles

There are three main categories that are most well known:

Kinesthetic

Visual

Auditory

But there are more specific categories that are either under or added aside to these categories:

Visual (Spatial)

Aural (Auditory-musical)

Physical (Kinesthetic)

Verbal (Linguistic)

Logical (Mathematical)

Social (Interpersonal)

Solitary (Intrapersonal)

Naturalistic

Within the next few posts, I will write each of the categories separately so I can get more into detail. And keep in mind:

- It's totally okay if you apply to more than one type of learning style; it's more of a reference than anything else

-You can be general or specific about getting an idea of your learning style. My recommendation though, the more specific, the better chance for you being able to pinpoint what you are looking for

-The information provided in the next posts about each learning style does not belong to me in any way, shape or form. I will give credit when it is due and I will provide a link to the sources used if you guys want more information :)

- When a post about one of the specific learning styles has been published, I will hyperlink it's name above. (Ex: If I post something about visual/spatial learning, I will hyperlink the words Visual (Spatial) listed)

That's it for now, my fellow pupils. I'll try to update as soon as possible. See y'all next time :)

- Hummy

#studyblr #studying #studyspo #study motivation #intellectual #intelligent #newstudyblr #update #comingsoon #coming out #new #brandnew #waystostudy

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solarbird · 7 years

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Old Soldiers, Chapter 13: feeding the spiders

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"Good girl," Amélie cooed to Ourson, her little black tarantula, a surprise gift from Lena the previous Christmas. "Back into your habitat. I will give you two crickets, one at a time."

She'd spent an hour cleaning Ourson's tank, replacing the soil, cleaning the little shelters where the spider liked to hide, scrubbing the shallow water dish, making sure the spider-safe plants were healthy in their hidden pots. The curlyhair didn't really need, or care, about the plants - but Amélie liked how it made the enclosure look more real, more like the Costa Rica from which the species originally came.

"I think you will be moulting soon," Widowmaker said, quietly, more to herself than to Ourson, who surely knew the truth of it better than her keeper. "I should make sure you are happy before you begin." The large spider did not need very much care, really - as pets go, Lena picked a nicely low-maintenance animal - and Amélie did more than really necessary, and enjoyed it.

"Go on," Widowmaker said, prompting the spider to the ground. It took a moment, but Ourson figured out that this was her home, and stepped lightly onto the new bedding. A moment later, and then there was a cricket, and she pounced, frighteningly quick, surrounding it with her legs and stinging, venom paralysing her prey in moments. Amélie cooed again, "oh, you were very hungry, weren't you? Well, there will be another once you are finished with the first."

When she was very young, Amélie had a fear of spiders, which she now found a little embarrassing, and more than a little ironic. But that was long ago, before she knew herself how to sting.

"Amélie!" shouted Lena, bursting in from the landing pad's exit corridor. "I'm home!"

The Widowmaker replaced the habitat's lid and turned to her lover, smiling the broad smile reserved only for her, and spread her arms wide. "Come to me, cherie!" The two women collided and spun around in the common room that they'd started thinking of a little bit as the family room, which is fairly silly for a Talon base, but not untrue despite it. "I am so happy to see you again." She leaned back and looked into Venom's brown eyes. "I see you've been dropping the sniper kit - have you checked in with Dr. Mariani yet?"

"Nah," said the junior assassin, "I wanted to see you, first." She kissed her wife, gently. "I've missed you so much. Overwatch is wretched. Please tell me we have a mission this week, I want somethin' to go right."

The spider chucked. "Oh, no, I'm so sorry." She returned Venom's kiss, and pet her head gently, running her fingers through that mop of hair. "A mission - pleasantly, we do, and it should be stimulating. I was saving that news for tomorrow, but... what happened?"

"Lemmie get checked out by th' doc first," said the occasional sniper. "It's a long story."

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"You're doing well," said the Sicilian doctor, from behind her scanner console. "Could you shift your eyes the rest of the way back, please?"

"'Course, doc." Lena pushed the last of the gold out of her iris. "How's that?"

"Very good. Dilate your pupils, let me check the cornea? Thank you." The doctor had Venom look across eight compass points as small white lights danced around Lena's vision. "All very good. No visual centre confusion around the lack of blind spots?"

"Nothin' I've" - she chuckled - "...seen..."

Dr. Mariani smiled. "Yes, yes, your jokes are terrible. But your eyes are not. Shift dilation back to baseline? Thank you. Yes, everything looks very good."

Venom blinked a bit - shifting her iris felt like nothing, but somehow, dilating and undilating her pupils still felt just weird.

"Well, this is all, ah, very healthy," she said. "There is one thing, but - do not worry, this is not a health question, you are fine. Did you use your chronal accelerator as Mockingbird?"

"Yeaaaaaaah," said the assassin, stretching the "a" sound. "Sorry. I knew it might mess up your data collection, but when Angie pulled that little demonstration of hers, I just... wasn't ready for it. I teleported across the room."

"I thought so. Quite understandable, from what you described." She smiled wistfully. "I wish I could've seen it myself."

"Some of the data got messed up?"

"Eh, there is a... very small bias shift. I can, ah, compensate, yes. It is probably from the slipstream - unless you happened to be near a powerful antineutron entanglement array at some point."

"Wot's that then?"

"A big hummy thing, might make you tingle."

Lena laughed. "Amélie didn't go with me on this one, doc."

The doctor smirked. "I didn't think so. But I understand, your ambassador friend, he is a scientist, yes? He might have one."

"Might do. Want me to ask him?"

"Eh," she waved her hands, "it is not important. I will remember it can happen." She closed the padd and shut off the scanner. "Your blood chemistry is perfect, your metabolic tests are exactly on track - you'll feel warm for a little while, like usual, eh? And hungry in, ah, probably a few hours. Drink extra water until you feel the hunger. Good?"

"Yes'm. And... thanks for comin' out on such short notice."

"It is no problem, I want these readings for my own work, you know. Thank you for letting me take them." She backed away from the examination table and motioned to the door. "Now, shoo, get out of here - I want to make the last ferry home."

"Roger that. Thanks, doc!"

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Venom fanned herself as she sat on the couch, back up to her normal temperature, and feeling it. "Terrible, yeh?"

Widowmaker - sitting across the low driftwood-grey coffee table, apart from her wife until she fully recovered - frowned, and shook her head. "I do not know where even to begin." She cast about, and picked one topic of the many. "I would not think one of Gabriel's plans would be so fragile. I know that no plan fully survives first contact with the enemy, but still."

Lena nodded, and drank from her rather tall glass of water. "It's not all his fault. The intelligence wasn't accurate, and those weren't ordinary Los Muertos street rats, but t'be honest - we were sloppy. And y'can't be sloppy like that."

"I hope you, at least, hit your shots," the elder sniper said with sardonic amusement.

The younger assassin snickered. "'Course I did, luv."

"So now, it is our turn?"

"Nope. I've agreed to give 'em another shot."

"When you voted against even the first?" She gave her wife a thoughtful look. "I am surprised."

Venom frowned. "I... I didn't want to. I moved to hand it over, in fact. But..." She ran her hand through her hair. "Y'shoulda heard Mei. You'd understand if y'did. Her whole team got left to die in Antarctica..." She shivered. "I'm not the only one who wants t'see him pay. She just wants it done all out in the open."

The spider hummed, and sipped at her afternoon glass of wine. An Italian table wine, a bit sweet, but not so far as a dessert wine, with hints of almost apricot. "Public justice, courtroom justice - but there is no small amount of revenge to that, as well."

"I dunno?" Lena said, sipping again from her water. "Mei..." She looked over at her wife with half a smile, not sure how to put together the words, realised she was trying to say two things at once, and picked one. "She's not like that. She reminds me of... who I used t'be, y'know? I used to believe in all that a lot more than I do now - and I don't want to be the one to take it from her."

Amélie gave her a knowing look across the top of her wineglass. "You know the only justice he'll face is whatever we deliver ourselves."

"Oh, yah, I know." Lena leaned back against the couch. "If I thought tryin' him would do any good, I'd maybe have different ideas - no matter how much I hate him. But they'll rehabilitate that bastard in nothin' flat. You and I both know it. People like him never get what's comin' to them."

The spider smiled. "Which makes this exactly the sort of job you like us to take on."

"Not so sure of that, either. You haven't seen the video yet. Lemmie show you."

She replayed the Amari video, highlighting the key points, and then her own, more recent video, showing the identical outcomes. "We'll need Angie's help to take him down - keep him from doin' this trick - and even she doesn't know how to make that happen yet. Figurin' it out's gonna be hard work. I don't think she'd do it to help us kill him - but for Overwatch, for a capture? She'll sort it in a week."

Widowmaker frowned. "That is indeed a complication. But I can't imagine even the best nanosurgeons could restore an adequately pureed brain, and I have some delightfully messy rounds."

Venom's grin returned, this time properly wicked. "Maybe. I like the idea. But I'd rather not risk it - you didn't see her revival demonstration." She frowned, and maybe even shuddered a little. "That was scary, and I know from scary. If he can do that..." She shook her head, and put it out of her mind. Why ask for trouble?

"It sounds to me like we should get her and Doctor Mariani together sooner, rather than later." She pointed with her wineglass in the direction of the base's medical laboratory. "Even if it's not on our preferred terms."

Tracer took another sip of her water. "I did get her to admit she's not ageing."

Amélie hummed, a little pleased sound. "So, at least, that much was accomplished."

"Yeh. Baby steps."

"So. The plan is that we let Overwatch fail again..."

"I'm gonna do my level best to help 'em succeed. I have to. But yeah, assuming..."

"...then we know how to kill him. But if we're wrong, and they take him into custody? Can you live with that?"

"Then..." the junior assassin scowled. "Then... I suck it up. Overwatch hands him over to the ICC, they score big political points, which'll help keep PETRAS act pressure down to a simmer. He gets off light - least, for a while, 'till he's out of the news." She smiled a very hungry smile, "And then, when everyone's forgot him again, we take him out for good. On the quiet. Everybody wins."

Widowmaker smiled. "Ah - the best of both worlds. Finesse, across time."

"I can in fact time-travel, love." She took another big draw of water, and felt her stomach shift. "Oooh, there we go. There's the ol' appetite. I am peckish. Feel like dinner?"

"I thought you would never ask."

#widowtracer #tracemaker #tracermaker #widowmaker #talon tracer #tracer #geanna mariani (oc)#venom #cw: spiders #also on ao3 #overwatch #overwatch au #domestic fluff #pet care #presents

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catu-munchkin · 7 years

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Bar Situations [Rocket RaccoonxReader]

Note: Hi partner! This is my second Fanfic for Rocket Raccoon x Reader, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I know, maybe it is too cheesy, but I think that’s my personality. Oh and- I think it ended like a really long, long shot. So, enjoy! :D

Gif made by myself with my forever friend Photoshop, and because I couldn’t find it anywhere! xD

The original video is here! :D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NMCpF7o8Tk Thank you!

Summary: You and Rocket always stick together at any bar you visit, all this always lead you to one of two scenarios. After two specific situations, both of you decided it’s time to put the cards over the table.

Bar situations

As usual, you and your team, the Guardians of the Galaxy, where having some spare time at the usual bar at Knowhere.

Most of the times, going out to a bar anywhere, practically, lead you to one of two situations; Rocket threatening every single guy or alien who tries to hit on you, or vice versa, you threatening every woman who even dare to flirt with Rocket in front of you.

Situation A:

You guys were spending the time at the bar. Just talking, drinking and gambling, but at one point of the night you and Rocket stick together on a single table. Meanwhile, Gamora and Peter were probably having a kissy time and Drax was babysitting tiny sprout Groot in his own way, gambling and drinking with him on his shoulders.

Rocket was really enjoying your company. You were the only one he could talk to so easily that it wasn’t a surprise to end talking about massive and large guns, sniper rifles, blasters and, his personal favorite, bombs. Even though you didn't know how to build one, you can sure know how to use one very well.

"That's what I like about ya'. You’re not afraid to use any of my bombs." Rocket said smiling at you and then drank from his beer.

"Are you kidding me?!! Those things can explode in any second, that's why I throw 'em as soon as I get one from you!" You said laughing and waving your arms like if you were throwing an imaginary bomb.

"But- “ Then you gave Rocket a light serious glare and continued. “ You build the best bombs in the whole Galaxy." You said offering your beer to Rocket's.

"Cheers!" You both said and hit both beers.

Rocket felt something for you, something really strong, and anyone could say that you were his only and favorite hummie, but beyond that, he was in love with you. He liked your sense of humor, your unique fighting style, your (color/length) hair and your smile made him go crazy. He thought you had the perfect (body/shape), those perfect curves on your body, and your eyes- 'I swear, I can see more stars in her eyes than anywhere else in the whole galaxy.' He found himself thinking this very often. And last, but not less important, and maybe the reason he realized he was falling in love with you, was the way you treat Groot since you first meet them; you were always kind with little giving tree, and you were the one who stayed with Rocket when the rest of the Guardians thought Groot was dead.

But some other times, he thought you could never go for a guy- or thing- like him, but you made it clear several times that you didn’t care about it. You cleared out that you accepted him just the way he was. Listening to every word he needed to let out, and sometimes comforting him in the middle of the night after horrible nightmares.

During the night, Rocket was looking for the opportunity to talk with you about his feelings and he felt it was the right time. So he began.

"Ya' know, Y/n. I like blow up things, you like blow up things too... I mean-“ He took a deep breath and continued. “I think we definitely should blow up things together..." He said looking away while scratching his whiskers, then sip from his beer. You, on the other hand, were feeling how your cheeks began to feel warmer and warmer, you blushed and laugh slightly. ‘Is this a proposal?’ You thought to yourself, and before the so wished word came out of your mouth a huge bluish guy with very short black hair get to your table.

"Well, hello pretty face." The man said smiling while he was leaning on the middle of the small table so he was between you and Rocket. "Uhhgg... Well good bye, ugly face..." You replied with sarcasm and looked away annoyed. "Oh come on, you are very pretty and I want to buy you a drink." He insisted, motioning next to you and putting his free arm around your shoulder, then he started to ‘play’ with your (long/color) hair.

You had to deal with things like this in the past, and just before you could get rid off this ugly guy by yourself, Rocket spoke.

"Hey, big head!” Rocket shout and snarled. You and the bluish guy looked at Rocket. "She's with me." Rocket said with a serious and death glare on his furry face. "Oh? Is she? and what-" But before the guy could finish his sentence, Rocket took his blaster from his back and aimed it directly to his forehead, it would be a clear shot. "Let´s put it simple, big head. Get any closer to her and I’m gonna blow up your stupid head..." Almost the whole place went quiet for a few seconds, you looked at Rocket and made a small smile and rises your brows. "You heard him, though guy." You said to the bluish man with a wide smirk on your face. "O-Okay, man. Relax. She's just a terran, anyways..." The man said as he removed his arm off of you and walked away.

"What did ya' just said?!!" Rocket yelled at the bluish guy, then you waved your hand and laugh. Just after a few seconds the whole place came back to normal, so he put his blaster away.

You looked back at Rocket realizing that you liked when he acts protective when his with you. It made you feel that you were important for Rocket.

"Thanks, Rocket." You said smiling lovingly at him while leaning closer to him to put your hand under his.

Rocket felt how his furry cheeks were getting blushed, and he felt really thankful for having fur. "Don't mention it." He replied and took a sip to his beer while he avoided eye contact with you.

Situation B:

Once again at the usual bar, at the usual Knowhere, you were spending the time with the one and only Rocket Raccoon.

'Ahh... Rocket...' You found yourself whispering this and letting out sighs of love very often, and tonight wasn’t the exception. Of course, you were smart enough to hide your feelings for him, like punching him on the arm, teasing him on every chance you get, and work with Star Lord to play a good joke on him.

You liked Rocket, actually you fell in love with him. But it was more like something that began to grow up between you two. Before all the Ronan thing happened, you two had a more a professional relationship, just like partners, and that was it. You help me to escape from this prison and I help you. Nothing else. But when all of you were saved by Groot, things started to change between you two. You were the one who stayed with Rocket when he was holding little sticks which used to be Groot.

Then when Groot finally left his pot, you were there with Rocket. You felt so happy for Rocket, and somehow you thought you wouldn’t be around Rocket that often, now that Groot didn’t need your attentions, but it was the complete opposite, Rocket began to spend even more time with you. Having breakfast together, practicing together and upgrading their guns together.

This time at the bar the whole crew was on the large bar table, you and Rocket were at the end, he before you, and next to you was your partner, Peter Quill.

All of you were having an awesome time, talking about fights, guns, places all over the Galaxy and silly stuff. But at some point the conversation turns to you. You played as a sniper for the team, basically your role was support.

“Naah… I'm not that good. I just do the classic sniper role. I stay back and support the team. That’s it.” You said smiling and with a humble tone in your voice.

“Are ya' kidding?” Rocket said raising his voice a bit. “Remember when we fought against those Kree extremists? You hit two of them with a single shot. Bham! Double headshot!” Rocket said with excitement in his voice, while you looked at him with surprise, then you answered.

“Well, it wasn’t that hard. They were standing around like bloddy iditos!” You shouted nd let out a loud laugh along Rocket.

Peter, in the other hand, was laughing too, but he whispered to Gamora, “She started to talk like Rocket, I think she's already drunk.” Gamora smiled at the comment and shocked her head.

Without noticing, a very good looking woman, who was taller and, apparently, more attractive than you, approached to your place at the bar table, next to Rocket.

"Hello..." Said the white haired and pink skinned woman. Rocket looked at her confused and answered. "Hey...?" Then he looked back at you. "However- ya' really need to try this new rifle, maybe-" but the pink skinned woman spoke again. "Don't you want to buy me a drink, sweetheart?"

As you heard the word 'sweetheart' you started to get a bit upset, and your smile faded into a frown face.

"Sorry lady, I don't have enough units." Rocket said looking back at the pinkish woman. "Well..." She said approaching to Rocket's ears and whispered, but loud enough so you could hear what she was saying. "… Let me buy you a drink or two and maybe, if you want, we can get out of here and experiment a few things..." The woman said as she slowly moved his pink hand to Rocket's furry ear. All this was getting you really, really upset. Rocket didn't notice, but Peter, who was next to you, could see that this woman was really bothering you. He know better than anyone not to make you angry, and better not to do it when you were drunk.

"Pfft... No, thank you. I’m not interested." Rocket said snapping the woman's hand off of his head. But she insisted. "Ow... Come on, my furry friend..." She said in a more seductive way and cupping Rockets face. But just before Rocket could react to this woman’s touch you hit the table with both hands, making the beers tremble.

"That's it..." You mumbled standing up from your seat. "He’s with me, OK?" You said with an upset tone, and Rocket and the woman looked at you with surprise.

"What?" She replied laughing slightly, not letting go Rocket’s face. "Well...” As she was saying she looked closely to you, from feet to head, then continued. “He's wasting his time with a tiny, little and UGLY kitty like you." That ‘ugly kitty’ thing, really got your nerves.

"That’s enough..." You whispered, reaching for your blasters on your tights and aimed both of them at her white haired head.

“Ooh! Oh! Oh! Nick/name, take it easy.” Peter shouted behind you standing up from his seat as everyone else in the bar looked at the scene.

“Shut up, Quill!!!” You shouted back at Star Lord.

“Oh gods. She called me Quill.” The whole team knew that when you call him like that, you were really mad.

But your team, was already used to this kind of situations, so Gamora and Drax were watching the whole situation with a light smile on their faces. But Groot, who was on Gamora's shoulders looked at the pinkish woman angrily.

"Awww, the ugly kitty has-" BHAM! Without taking your eyes off of the pink skinned woman, you shot at one of nearest bar's lamps on the ceiling, then aimed back to the woman’s face.

"Get off your pink claws of MY Rocket, bitch!!!" The whole situation tensed a bit, but not for Rocket. He was really enjoying the moment, he wasn’t even nervous for you aiming that close to his head, at this point of his life, he trusted you blindly. He knows better than anyone your abilities.

“Ya' better watch your steps, lady” Rocket said to the pinkish woman with a teasing tone.

"Uuhhgg... Fine!!" The pink woman said and finally let go Rocket. You put your blasters to its place and looked around. “What are you all looking at??!!” You shouted, then the whole place got back to their own business and Star Lord finally calmed down. Gamora just laughed at him and made ‘pat pat’ on his back.

While the pinkish woman was walking away, you moved your chair closer to Rocket’s and finally sat down.

"Jeez! What's her problem??" You growled as you drank from your beer. But Rocket just looked at you with a wide smirk on his face. You loved that smile, and you couldn’t help but blush, then your eyes meet his glare.

“W-What?...” You asked shyly.

"Yours?..." Rocket asked too.

You knew what he was asking for but you made your best to avoid his eyes. "What?" You said again.

"Am I yours now??" Rocket asked again with a pinch of tease on his voice while he was watching you closely.

You blushed and looked away, playing with your hair. "What? Ohh, that. Umm… Well- I didn’t- umm… shut up…!” You said looking away and covering your face with your beer as you drank from it. Meanwhile Rocket smiled, lean in closer to you and whispered. "But, just for the record; thank you..." You looked at Rocket and smiled shyly.

In conclusion:

You and rest of the guardians were at the Milano on your way back to Xandar.

Peter were looking up for some cassette tapes, Gamora was looking at some maps, Drax were polishing his daggers, Rocket were working with some scrap metal pieces and you were cleaning your riffles, next to him.

Baby Groot were walking around the common area with a pair of scissors above him, the ones you use to cut his little branches when they grow up too much. When he finally reached you he said.

“I am Groot.” With a wide smile on his face and lifting the scissors with all his strength. You looked down at him, put your rifle and cleaning cloth over the table, then took the scissors and lifted Groot gently.

“Is it already time to cut your branches, honey?” You asked to your baby sprout, who nodded happily at you. Rocket didn’t bother to look at you, he just continued working and smiled to himself. You weren’t afraid to be kind, anyone on the ship knew you could be kind, but you could be deadly too.

You improvised a little chair for Groot, using some scrap metal pieces, then took the scissors to began to cut his branches. ‘Mr. Blue Sky' was playing and Groot couldn’t help but move his little legs with the rhythm. You let out a sigh, shook your head and smiled, Rocket noticed that his tiny sprout wasn’t behaving and called his attention.

“If ya' keep moving like that, Y/n will cut you an entire arm!” Rocket said a bit angry. Meanwhile, Peter Quill was walking to your place, and suddenly he decided to ask. "So... Guys?" He was talking to you and Rocket. "Yeah?" You answered without looking up at him, because you were busy with Groot.

"Are you two? You know..." He hesitate in ask.

“We… What, Quill?" Rocket said finally looking up at Peter. "Well…” You and Groot looked at Peter too.

“So, if you ask anybody at any bar we visit, they would say that you are a couple. I mean, after all those situations you two have been through in the last visits to the bar back at Knowhere... I’ve been- I mean, we’ve been wondering if you guys are an item now?" He finally asked.

You blushed like hell and let go the scissors accidentally. Groot blinked twice and Rocket lifted his furry ears to the top and made his best to control himself when he heard the word "item".

"Wh-what?! No, no, no. We are- we are..." You tried to reply as fast as you could, but you began to mumble, then you looked at Rocket and he looked back at you, then both of you looked at Peter.

"You got issues, Quill" Rocket said before getting back to his own business and doing his best to not to faint right there. And let's be honest, he's the best denying things that are actually happening right there.

You, on the other hand, just looked at Peter and shocked your head while taking the scissors back to keep doing what you were doing.

What you didn’t see was the complicity glare between Peter and Groot.

"Well, I was Just asking." Peter said and grinned at you, which made you blush again. You followed Quill with your sight, and saw when he sat next to Gamora and whispered to her 'I told you', or you thought it was what he said. Gamora just smiled to herself, let out a sigh and shocked her head.

Later that night.

You were on your little own room, over your bed facing up the metal ceiling. Falling in your thoughts, thoughts about the raccoon. Tons of things ran your mind just like Quill's music echoed through the whole Milano. You knew some songs, some others don’t, but you never missed a chance to sing along the songs you liked.

Somehow, you decided it was time to talk with Rocket. Maybe it wasn’t that crazy you fell in love with him, and after all this things that happened between you two, maybe, just- ‘Maybe… he feels the same about me…’ You thought as your heart began to fill with warmth and happiness.

You stood up from your bed, looked at yourself in the mirror, fixed your hair and smiled to yourself. “I can do this…”

You were on your way to Rocket's shared room when suddenly, you saw him coming from that direction. Both of you stopped right there. You felt how your heart began to race and your face was feeling warm.

Rocket froze right there, looking at you he felt how the butterflies began to fly inside his belly. Both of you smiled like idiots, until you finally decided to ask.

“Can we talk?” You asked with a sweet voice.

“Y-yeah, sure! I was about to ask ya' the same.” Rocket made his best effort to not to faint and for not to sound like an idiot.

At the same time Star Prince, a.k.a Peter Quill, was making his way to the flight deck when he saw the both of you talking in the hallway.

Both of you walked back to Rocket’s room. Since it was more like a workshop than a room, it has no door, but sure it had a bed and a special place for Groot.

“So…” You said as you entered the room and sat down over Rocket's bed. “What- should be talk about, then?” You asked feeling very nervous and a bit anxious.

Rocket let out a sigh and started. "Well... I don't know how to put it…. About what Quill said..." He hesitate in saying the last part as he sat down on his working chair and looked at you with concern.

"Ohh... About being an item?" You added and Rocket nodded.

"Yeah... That.” He said looking away and scratching his furry ears. Then he took a deep, deep breathe, crossed his arms and finally asked. “I know it will sound crazy… but I want to know; What do ya’ think about that?... What do ya’ think about... us?” He asked feeling like his heart had stopped, and waiting for you answers felt like a million of years.

"Well..." You blushed a bit and looked at the bed sheets. It was finally happening, you were talking with Rocket about what both of you felt for each other. You cleared your throat and took a deep breathe before speak. "I'll be honest with you... I DO actually like the idea… About us- being an item…” Rocket couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he just couldn’t, so he stayed in silence as you kept talking without looking at him. “Also… I like it when you act protective around me...” You made a short pause, took courage to look back at Rocket and continued. “ I've always felt safe when I'm with you, Rocket..." You said smiling lovingly at him.

Rocket was shocked, somehow he was expecting to hear something like 'Yeah, its useful, so I can rid off of every jerk at the bars.' or 'Yeah, but it means nothing to me.' But he wasn't prepared for what he just heard. You were practically saying that you felt really comfortable around him, and most important, that you liked him so much that you liked the idea about being a couple.

Rocket managed to come back from his thoughts when he finally did it, he asked. “Wait... Does that mean, we could, maybe, blow up things-" He said as he stood up from his chair and walked to you.

"Together?" You finished the line, looked at your hands and blushed.

"Nothing else could make me happier." You replied as you lifted your sight to meet Rocket's.

Rocket's ears lifted as he listened to your words and felt how his heart was racing faster than if the Milano were jumping across 30 jump points. He never felt this happiness inside of him, he never felt like he would worth anything, not even think about love. It was really happening, it was finally happening, the woman for he was falling so hard in love, loved him back, despite everything he has been through and although ‘what’ he was.

He took a deep breath, stood in front of you and held your hands, then you lean in closer, so he did.

"Then... Does that mean that you are officially MY girl...?" He asked grinning playfully at you.

You nodded and lean in even closer to touch his nose with yours and whispered. "And you are officially MY Rocket..." Both of you closed their eyes and stayed like this for a few instants.

This moment couldn’t be more perfect, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this happiness inside you. You were finally with the man you fell in love. But suddenly, your sweet thoughts were interrupted by a very manly voice.

"Quill, why are you crouched next to the door frame??" Drax asked as he stood at the Rocket's room entrance, looking down at Peter.

"What?..." You whispered and opened your eyes as you separate from Rocket and looked outside the room to see the huge figure of Drax and Peter’s head at his knees level.

"Uhh... I was- ehhh.” Peter said as he was looking at the floor and moving his hands like if he was looking for something. “I lost something around here and I was looking up for it."

"But- umm. Nickname, what did you say? I couldn't hear you very well." He asked smiling at both of you while he was standing up.

"P-Pter...!!!" You yelled and blushed a lot, but before you could stood up Rocket waved his hand-paw at you.

"I got this, babe." You blinked twice and blushed, then laugh slightly.

"Quill, ya’ have five seconds to run." Rocket said smiling.

Fin.

#gotg #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x reader #gotg imagine #gotg imagine rocket #don't judge me #fanfic #guardians of the galaxy

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raudskegg · 7 years

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Ooghie, Honorary Dwarf

Quick note: This is not my work, but from a 4chan greentext on Reddit, but I thought it was too perfect to not be shared.

Let me regale you with the tale of my parties beloved Oohgie, Honorary Dwarf.

Our party consisted of good friends that had known each other, a reformed That Guy, and Lucas the veteran. We had a pretty decent group, consisting of a Dwarf Warrior, Human Paladin, Human Warlock, Tiefling Rogue, me playing a Half-Elf Ranger, and a Human Mage.

We were in the relatively early stages of an epic campaign, and had been greeted by a sudden surge of slightly stronger enemies. What made these enemies slightly sturdier? Well, according to our DM, they had been gifted with what could only be described as ‘slap-dash metal riveted together by clumsy hands’. This led us to a few leads in town that culminated in hearing of an Ogre that had taken up residence in an abandoned forge and begun crafting rudimentary armor and weapons for the local minions, and of course this led to our first quest; Kill the Ogre, stop the attacks.

After what felt like an hour of minion stomping and quest cruisin’, we found the forge, and killed a few of the outlying minions to prevent an unwelcome intrusion with the upcoming boss fight. We prepared ourselves (No cleric, had to be especially careful with potion rations, added some fun to the game), and had the Tiefling sneak in and make sure we could sneak up without any trouble, or annoying traps going off. She gave us the all clear, and we shuffled inside, praying our sneak checks held up.

Inside the large forge, we followed the sound of clanging metal and deep grunts. Lucas took the lead, preparing to call in a few favors from Bahamut, with Raj the Dwarf following closely behind him. When we turned the corner, the DM informed us we saw the large shape moving around the anvil and smelter, which we all knew meant the Ogre. I asked to roll for initiative, to sneak in a shot and perhaps swing the battle to our favor, but Lucas had another plan.

Lucas rolls for a diplomacy check, and takes the lead by speaking with the Ogre.

“Why are you making armor for evil?”

The Ogre stopped and turned around in surprise. The DM apparently was surprised we didn’t flat out attack, and he asked us for a moment to pen something down. After his pen stopped, he cleared his throat.

“Make armor here. Ogre’s no like make armor, so make armor for gob-gobs. They like.”

The Ogre then went on to tell us about how he discovered a book about crafting, and decided to try making some himself. Judging from the simplicity of the story, our DM hadn’t expected us to be diplomatic and just threw together something to explain why an Ogre would want to spend his time with a hammer and anvil instead of hunting adventurers and eating goats.

As the story dragged on, and we learned that the Ogre had been kicked out for finding a book from another culture, we slowly kinda silently agreed to avoid killing him, since the image of this 9 foot tall Ogre tinkering away at an anvil to make small-medium sized armor was too funny to pass up. When the Ogre got to the part where he revealed he couldn’t read the book (which was a Dwarven guide apparently) and was just following the pictures, Lucas decided to chime in.

“Why don’t you come with us? We have a Dwarf who can translate the book for you, and you can learn to make better armor.”

The DM looked a little confused, but decided that the Ogre would be allowed to be a friendly NPC in the party if we all allowed it.

And thus we were joined by Oohgie the Crafting Ogre.

First thing we did once we went into town was calm the mob that had appeared and attempted to kill Oohgie. Five diplomacy checks, a bluff check, and almost a third of my gold later, the town relents and lets us stay with him for the night. Oohgie was really excited by this prospect and asked if he could visit the blacksmith, which Lucas had to explain was probably not a good idea. Since there wasn’t a room in town big enough to hold him, we told Oohgie to sleep in the stables.

“Oohgie understand. Oohgie try not make hummies mad.”

That night, before ending the session, we joked about how silly this all was, taking in an Ogre that didn’t want to fight. We told some jokes, made a few jabs at how we thought the Ogre was going to bite the dust, and called it a session.

Next session, we woke up, paid for food until the next town, and left the inn, picking up Oohgie from the stables on the way out.

During the journey, Oohgie kept bothering Raj, the Dwarf, and asking about 'Crafty-Smiths’ and 'Clang-clang tools’. Now, Raj is my Dude-bro I’ve known for years, and even though this is obviously bothering him answering every question, he at least tries to be nice to the insistent pestering. In hindsight, this was probably our DM’s attempt to leave Oohgie behind so he could get back to the focus, but we managed to persist and kept him with us to the next town.

This time, deciding that we cannot afford to argue Oohgie into town every and spend half our income. Being a ranger, I offer to set up a camp just outside the town’s borders that we can keep Oohgie and hunt some pelts for extra income. Raj offers to stay in camp with me and Oohgie, with Lucas heading into town for the temple and the Rogue, Wizard and Warlock will search for quests.

As we set up the tents, I ask if it’s possible to use Oohgie as a deterrent against mobs in the local area. The DM allows a roll, and with a 17, says that Oohgie’s natural 'musk’ alerts the other monsters in the area to stay away. Raj stayed behind as I pick off some local wildlife for our dinner.

While I hunted, Oohgie asked Raj more questions about the book.

“How Oohgie make?”

“You can’t. That needs a bar of iron and a forge.”

“Oohgie make forge?”

“I, uh, don’t think there’s enough materials around here to do that.”

The Wizard returned to our camp, letting the Rogue and Warlock threaten a local mayor for a better reward. The Wizard proposed he make a temporary forge for Oohgie using some spells and his fire magic. As for iron, the group has a bag of holding full of old weapons we had earned from defeating a minor demon. Oohgie, who was ecstatic at the idea, asked if he could make armor for his 'Dwarfy friend who read Oohgie book’. Not seeing the harm in such an idea, we agreed and Oohgie set to work.

In the morning, when we had awoken, Lucas, the Rogue, and the Warlock had also returned to camp. After we explained the plan for the newest quest, we gathered up our things and decided to wake Oohgie. Turns out the poor bastard had spent half the night banging away at the old pile of scrap and made a chest-piece, aptly titled by the DM as 'Oohgies Chess Peace o’ Protect’, which was described as a hodge-podge of metal sheets roughly slapped together. Raj, being such a Dude-bro, offered to wear it despite it having one less protection point against slash. As the DM described Oohgie’s dumb smiling face, I felt a pang of guilt for making fun of him.

Many quests continued on with Oohgie the Crafting Ogre, who had the neat ability to craft a priece of armor or weapon every 1d4 nights, and the DM would use 2d20’s to determine the item he crafted. About two months of in game time passed, and Oohgie had made us some slightly less than useful items, with no sign of improving. Sometimes we’d sell the things he made, other-times we wore them for Oohgie, just to make him happy. By the fifth quest, I had an 'Oohgie’s Wristy Gerd Gloves’.

When we finally located one of the main storyline quests, we also happened to pass by a temple of Moradin, which had two dozen forges surrounding it for his followers to craft weapons for Paladins. It was like trying to hold a 9 foot tall child back from a toy-store.

“Oohgie see Crafty-Smiths! Maybe one teach Oohgie make better armor!”

“Best not rush them, Oohgie,” Raj said, rolling for a diplomacy check to calm Oohgie down.

“But Oohgie want make better armor for friends.”

That hit us hard, and Lucas, being the de facto head, took the lead.

“Oohgie, you can’t enter the forges. They’re only for Moradin’s craftsmen.”

“What mean?”

“Only Dwarves are allowed in.”

Oohgie seemed a little confused, before whimpering like a hurt animal. We decided to drag him back to a tent outside town and let him calm down there, but not before he made a decision looking at those forges.

“Oohgie will become Dwarf.”

The next few sessions were filled with a mix of heartache and heartwarming. Oohgie tried extra hard to make better armor, and Raj now found a full time hobby teaching Oohgie to read Dwarvish script. Every now and again, Oohgie’s efforts paid off, and his armor would be as good if not slightly above what we were wearing, but it still was terribly built and barely held together. Just a result of something so big not having the dexterity to make the fine tuning of professionally crafted armor. Every now and then, Oohgie would ask the group, specifically Raj, how he was doing.

“Oohgie Dwarf now?”

“Not yet, I don’t think. Maybe if you try harder.”

“Oohgie can do.”

Oohgie seemed to become more determined every day, clanging away at his magic forge, combining what little scrap we found for him to throw together. He also began asking Lucas for help with contacting Moradin to become a Dwarf. We tried doing what we could in our spare time, but we also had to focus on the BBEG of the setting, since we didn’t want to derail the whole thing for our DM who had been a pretty chill dude up to this point about the whole thing.

We told Oohgie that we had to fight a big bad guy, and that we needed to focus on saving the world. Oohgie seemed to understand, and asked for a little bit of metal, promising to stop asking if we got it for him. We relented, and turned over the last pieces of metal for him in exchange for him helping us on the quests. The DM told us that Oohgie isn’t designed for the combat levels we were at by this point, but he could help a little if we were careful. Worst case scenario, we pull him back, Lucas performs Lay On Hands, and we’re good.

We slowly uncovered a conspiracy that ties to an ancient forgotten god, one who was worshiped as the god of destruction and undoing. Pretty sweet stuff as we kept getting closer and closer. The armor from Oohgie stopped showing up, but it was okay, we found cheap armor. We made an effort to save the pieces that Oohgie had crafted for us, out of loyalty to our curious, big Crafty-Smith friend. Oohgie never seemed to ask for metal anymore, but we heard him clanging away every night before we would fall asleep.

The lessons continued, with Raj teaching Oohgie more and more about Moradin, but he couldn’t answer the most spiritual of them, only being a warrior who happened to be a Dwarf. For the questions about the gods methods, Lucas was there to answer his questions.

“How Oohgie talk to Moradin?”

“You pray, and ask for guidance.”

“Moradin show Oohgie how make better armor?”

“If he sees fit to, he shall guide you.”

“How Oohgie know?”

“You won’t, but you have to believe.”

“Oohgie believe.”

After awhile, Oohgie began splitting the time between speaking with Lucas about Moradin, which he thought was the quickest way to becoming a Dwarf, and practicing his rudimentary Dwarvish, which he used to read his first book. He faded more and more into our groups 'project’, a background character. We still cared for him, but we just couldn’t afford to baby-sit him as we leveled up. He also insisted on having Lucas ask Moradin if he was a Dwarf yet.

“Moradin make Oohgie Dwarf now?”

“That is not my place to tell, Oohgie.”

“Oohgie pray but Moradin not talking. Did Oohgie do it wrong?”

“It is not my place to tell, but I believe the gods work in mysterious ways.”

“Oohgie understand. Make better armor soon for friends.”

As we cleared out more and more dungeons, we started to realize that we had made a mistake dragging Oohgie along. He just couldn’t keep up to our leveling, and he couldn’t get any useful perks. He started to become a hassle. By the time we were at the final stretch of the quest, facing the ancient cult summoning the god, we had a silent agreement to leave Oohgie behind, lest he get hurt.

We executed the play perfectly. The last town before the invasion, we told Oohgie to stay with the magic forge and practice alone for a few days, and that we were going to get him more metal to work with. Oh course the big lug agreed, and after casting a spell to keep the fires going for a week, we set out, Oohgie clanging away happily. We didn’t look back. But you can be damned sure we didn’t leave with a smile.

Two hours into the dungeon, and we knew we had messed up.

First off, we failed one too many sneaks and bluffs, and that meant the cultists had finished their mission in summoning the god of undoing. He was essentially an Orcus without the secrecy. Pragmatic as hell, he immediately begins to cast a bunch of seals and spells that trap us in the room, and then debuffs our armor to the point it’s unraveling back into scrap.

Our Warlock was protecting our Wizard with a low level demon, our Rogue was stealthily trying to pickpocket the dead cultists for anything that might help, Raj and Lucas led the attack, and I was firing a volley every chance I got, rolling for anything that might break his ungodly armor. We were using everything, and had run out of potions. Lucas had no more Lay On Hands available thanks to a dozen cultists cutting off his prayers to Bahamut. It was only now that we regretted not having a cleric.

The god approached Lucas and Raj, and without a hint of a monologue, proceeds to wreck their shit. He breaks Raj’s armor, shatters the divine shield Lucas was using, and then readies his next round of spells.

And then, the DM rolled for initiative..

From behind me, a large metal sphere flew out and thumped the god. Not enough to hurt him, but it was a high enough roll to disrupt his spell.

“Oohgie done crafting.”

From behind us, standing in the large doorway, stood an Ogre, clad in a terribly mismatched set of armor emblazoned with a hammer of Moradin on it’s chest piece. In his right hand, an enormous hammer the size of a stone column and made of the same dented metal. Suddenly, all the nights of clanging made sense. Oohgie wanted to help, and we just thought he was a burden.

Oohgie charged forward, rolling a 17 on his first roll, and with the god suffering from 'stupefication’ because of his entrance, landed his first hit. It was the most damaging hit we had done to the god, and it had been dealt by an Ogre that was wearing what looked like the rejected arts and crafts project of a preschooler.

We sat there for a moment in stunned silence, as the DM described the armor and hammer he carried, calling it a crude mimicry of the holy hammers and suits of armor worn by paladins of Moradin.

“You no hurt-”

Clang

“Ohgie’s friends!”

Clang

“No more!”

Clang

hree hits, each one doing a little less than the last, but still doing something. During this affair, the Rogue finally hit a natural 20, and found the cultist leaders emergency reagents to shut the whole spell down on his corpse. She rolled for the toss to Lucas, who had enough armor to take another hit if he needed to get close. Oohgie roared and attempted a grapple, using his natural modifiers to hold him, a god of destruction, for a brief moment.

“Oohgie palydin now, too! Help Moradin, help Lucas! Like real Dwarf!”

We felt a pang of guilt .

We had left this guy behind so he couldn’t bother us with his quest to becoming a Dwarf, but here he was, wearing that stupid smile, wearing that stupid armor, and pulling that stupid move. Lucas sighed heavily and we all rolled for our respective abilities. There was a brief moment where we thought that we had this thing down, until Lucas and our Warlock stopped and realized the flaw in the plan.

“Oohgie still isn’t high level.”

With that, our turn ended, and the DM rolled for the god’s attack versus Ooghies grapple.

I wish I could say Ooghie had a natural 20. I wish I could say that his modifier gave him just enough to hold the god down. But I can’t.

The god rolled 14

Ooghie rolled 5

The DM then informed us that not only did the god break the grapple, but now had stunned Ooghie long enough to cast a spell of 'Destruction’.

Point blank at Ooghie’s chest.

As I said before, very rarely did Oohgie craft armor that matched the level stats of armor we bought in town.

He was wearing armor that was almost 2 levels below his current level. And his current level was lower than any of us.

Oohgie collapsed in a heap, and the god turned to face us.

For those that don’t know, our Warlock was once That Guy. He had a major falling out with the DM and Lucas, and reformed himself. He never got along with Lucas, but he was willing to not be a jerk as long as Lucas didn’t call him out on stuff again.

This was the only time I saw our Warlock look across the table and ask Lucas for help.

“I need a favor. And I need it now.”

Lucas moved to cover the Warlock, who charged forward with a series of demons in tow. Our Warlock may have been a jerk a tad, but he was a jerk with a good amount of demons on call for favors.

He called every single one of them in.

The DM, knowing what this meant to us, didn’t bother to ask for our rolls. Every demon snuck in a hit, and with a Dwarf at his heels, a Wizard freezing his balls, and a ranger firing arrows into every square inch of flesh exposed on his hide, it was no wonder the god never saw our rogue behind him with the sealing amulet and scroll of desolation from the cultist leader.

Before the god even returned to the astral plane, we rushed to Oohgie, who was managing to hang on by the merest thread of life possible. Lay on Hands was next to useless, and with no potions, we all knew what we were watching. We were watching Ooghie die, and even after we had killed a god, conquered dungeons, and leveled evil kingdoms, we couldn’t even save our friend.

“Oohgie sorry he got in way.”

“You didn’t, you did great-”

“Oohgie sorry he not make good armor like Dwarf.”

“We love your armor, big guy, don’t think like that.”

I had never seen Lucas try so hard to call in a favor from Bahamut, or roll so desperately for a miracle. Even the Warlock was searching his sheets for a demon who might help without too hefty a price, no no avail.

Oohgie know why Moradin no talk to Oohgie. Oohgie hands too big n’ clumsy, so Oohgie not make small armor nice and pretty.”

“It’s fine Oohgie, just hang on, we’re going to save you.”

“Oohgie knew he not good Crafty-smith when he saw Dwarf temple, and Crafty-smiths look at him funny, but Oohgie try anyways.”

I’m a touchy-feely guy, and I know Oohgie was a figment of our imagination, but when you see Lucas, a veteran who lost his left leg to a bomb before he was twenty five, holding back tears, you know it wasn’t just me being blubbery when I say that we were tearing up.

“Oohgie not good Crafty-smith with armor and weapons, but Oohgie good crafty-smith at something. Oohgie can make good story.”

At this point, our Rogue hid behind her screen, and the Warlock just stared down at his sheet, having stopped searching for his demon to deal with.

“Oohgie think Dwarves make good armor and stories, which why Oohgie wanted be Dwarf, but Oohgie understand he not Dwarf, and he not be Dwarf ever.”

Oohgie’s breathing began to slow, and Raj grabbed his hand, holding it as best he could

“You could be a Dwarf, Oohgie. You could be the best Ogre Dwarf in the land.”

Oohgie closed his eyes and smiled

“Oohgie like that. He go sleep now.”

And like that, our party lost Oohgie the Crafty-smith, and we all think a little something died with him inside all of us.

We looted the dungeon, killed the remaining cultists, and made our way back to the nearest village, one that happened to have a temple and forge for followers of Moradin. When we entered the town, we all took notice that the forges were louder than ever, and half the town seemed to be gathered around the temple. Naturally curious, we moved closer.

At first, we were rolling to push through, until Lucas used a favor from Bahamut to project a holy shout and clear the path. We got closer and closer to the entrance, we saw more and more Dwarves, some wearing the emblem of Moradin, others in the attire of his sacred blacksmiths. As we reached the entrance, knowing we weren’t allowed in, we asked a priest if he could tell us what the fuss was. The priest asked us if we had been involved with the destruction of a god of undoing.

Of course we were, so he led us inside. Deep inside the mountain, past the pillars, and past the gorgeously carved hallways and stone arches, and into the deepest parts of the forge’s sanctums. We witnessed dozens of Dwarves mill around, throwing around orders and commands in ancient Dwarvish. The priest pointed to what had been causing the ruckus.

“We received divine word that Moradin the Creator has ordered a statue to be erected to honor the fall of the god.”

The Dwarves tugged out a large, metal and marble stature from a crafting vault.

“And the appointment of a new Apprentice to his mighty forges in the halls of his domain.”

There, crafted by the finest Dwarven artisans, was an enormous, thirty foot tall statue of Oohgie, complete with a golden hammer, a silver book of Dwarven crafting, and a beard befitting a Dwarf.

'Oohgie Good-Crafter, Honorary Dwarf of Moradin and Crafty-smith of the Forge.’

That was the first time I cried playing D&D.

After a year of sessions in D&D, I elected to have my hero, the Half-Elven Ranger, retire into God-hood as a Deity of Honorable Hunting. Upon ascension, I asked for a favor. As great as my weapons were in the mortal realms, the fact was that I needed something more suited for godly duties, so they needed to be reworked. And I knew exactly who I wanted to remake them.

Moradin welcomed me into his forges, obviously happy to have his apprentices practice with their skills in crafting weapons fit for gods. When I asked if it would be possible to have someone specific work on it, he knew exactly who I wanted, and led me to a grand hall where dozens of Dwarves were gathered around a large figure clanging away happily at an anvil.

There, wearing his iconic slap-dash armor over an enormously enlarged Dwarf robe, was Oohgie, wearing the biggest, dumbest smile you could ever imagine. He looked up, smiled, and picked me up, laughing and hugging as I tried not to cry. When he finally put me down, I showed him what I had wanted to show him ever since he left our group. I held up my hands, and showed him what I was wearing for celestial armor.

There, on my hands, were 'Oohgie’s Wristy Gerd Gloves’, battered from years of use and adventures, and raised to the level of a god’s armor.

And that is the story of Oohgie the Honorary Dwarf, and Crafty-smith of the Forge.

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