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sturchling · 4 years

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aft hawkmoth is defeated, paris banned any outside superheroes from entering bc lb and cn said that they had asked the superheroes (e.g justice league, up to u) for help, but all they got was a message saying that they should not be faking this for attention. soon, said superheroes try to come into paris to help aft hawkmoth was alr defeated and theyre arent allowed in. lb and cn show up and the superheroes insult then abit bc they arent allowed in so paris and lb and cn go off at them

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Ladybug and Chat Noir were very worried when they first became heroes. They had no experience as heroes, nor any idea how to track down Hawkmoth. They knew that people could request aid from the Justice League for their cities if something was wrong. Of course, it was mainly used to ask for just humanitarian help, typically after some kind of natural disaster. But Ladybug and Chat Noir didn’t know what else to do. So, they sent in a request, asking for their help. They never received a response to their initial request. As time went by, they kept trying to reach out to the Justice League. After their fifth message, they received a response, but not the one they were hoping for. When the two young heroes saw a message from the Justice League help line, they felt excited. They thought they would finally get some help and maybe this nightmare would be over soon. But the message didn’t say that help was on the way. Instead all it said was:

This help line is for real emergencies only. You two should not be clogging the line with these ridiculous jokes. This is not the kind of thing to fake to get attention. Please do not contact this help line again. -Justice League Assistance Requests

Ladybug and Chat Noir were disheartened. They had truly hoped that these heroes would help them. How could they think this is fake? It is true that there is no apparent damage, but Ladybug had explained that was only due to her powers.

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Ladybug and Chat Noir did not listen to the message and kept sending messages that became more and more desperate as the akumas grew stronger. Eventually though, it became too dangerous to keep asking for help. Ladybug and Chat Noir both realized that if the Justice League came to Paris, they ran the risk of the League becoming akumatized. If any member of the League became akumatized, it would be disastrous. Ladybug realized that they couldn’t risk the heroes coming to Paris anymore. So, her and Chat Noir went to the mayor. After that day, foreign superheroes were banned from entering Paris.

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After three years of fighting, Ladybug and Chat Noir had finally defeated Hawkmoth. His capture was international news. Paris was finally telling the full story. The mayor finally told the world all about Hawkmoth and his reign of terror. The world was shocked that they hadn’t known what was happening. None were more shocked than Bruce Wayne. He remembered those messages from all those years ago in Paris. Those kids had been telling the truth? He could hardly believe it; their messages had seemed so ridiculous that they had to be fake. Magic jewelry that is powered by tiny gods did not sound real at all. Batman knew it was time for damage control. He called a meeting with the other founding members of the league and went straight to the Watchtower.

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When Bruce arrived, he saw that most of the other members were already present. Several of them were confused and were asking Bruce why they were there. Bruce just played the news clip from this morning. Several of the other leaguers were shocked. Green Lantern spoke up, “These kids again? They were actually telling the truth?” Bruce turned to him, “Yes it appears they were. This is going to look bad on us, that we didn’t help. Whether we believed them or not, it is important that we go to Paris now. Offer our apologies for not helping sooner and help them re-build. I imagine there is a lot left damaged after fighting such a powerful foe.” Bruce had clearly already forgotten that in the original messages Ladybug had said she could fix all the damage. Shows how much he actually listened to the original requests. With that settled, the different members prepared to leave for Paris. They tried using the zeta tube they had set up, but they got an error message saying the tube in Paris was too damaged. The leaguers assumed it had been damaged in one of the fights and decided to zeta to a different location in France and then fly the rest of the way to Paris. They had no idea about the cold greeting they would soon receive.

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Marinette had been at home for the day when the news was announced. She may not have revealed her identity to the public, but she did tell her parents finally about her being Ladybug. They were so proud, and had agreed that Marinette deserved the day off from school, considering she had just saved Paris. Marinette was just planning on spending a relaxing day at home when she got a message. She had set up a website with a way to message Ladybug back when Hawkmoth was still active. This was so citizens could inform her of akuma attacks quicker. She wasn’t expecting to get a message on it today, but around noon, there was a new message. This message came from the mayor’s office. It read:

Ladybug, we have spotted different members of the Justice League approaching the city. Since the ban on superheroes is still in effect, we will turn them away. However, we would feel more comfortable doing so if you and Chat Noir were there to help. Please hurry to the Western border of the city.

Marinette was shocked. The Justice League was coming now? Why the sudden interest in Paris? Regardless, she quickly pulled out her phone and called Adrien, who was also staying home for obvious reasons. They had revealed their identities to each other after the final battle, and were ecstatic to find out they had been that close to each other all along. The rest of the miraculous team also revealed their identities, and everyone was shocked to see that Ladybug and Chat Noir were Marinette and Adrien. Adrien picked up quickly, “Marinette? What’s up?” “Can you talk privately right now?” Adrien knew that meant that Marinette needed to talk about superhero stuff, so he made sure the door to his room was locked and then said, “Yeah, I’m good. What’s up?” Marinette replied quickly, “We have guests coming to the city. Apparently, someone spotted members of the Justice League heading this way and are worried they will try to enter the city. The mayor asked both of us to be there to help when they turn them all away. He asked us to meet at the western border of the city as quick as we can.” Adrien was shocked. Why was the League coming? They hadn’t cared before. “I’ll be right there milady. Let the rest of the team know, we may need the back up. See you soon.” With that, he hung up and transformed. Marinette quickly sent a message in the group chat for they had set up for the members of the miraculous team, telling everyone to meet at the western border quickly. She then transformed as well and went to join Chat. He quickly rushed to the border of the city where he saw the police force, the mayor, and Ladybug all waiting. He joined them and watched for the Justice League. They didn’t have to wait long before the Justice League members appeared on the horizon. Officer Raincomprix used a megaphone and ordered all of the heroes to land before they entered the city. Chat Noir got ready to face the Justice League and tell them to get lost.

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When the leaguers arrived, they were expecting the citizens of Paris to be glad to see them. But instead, they were glared at and ordered to stop at the border of the city. The leaguers were confused, this is a very different reception than they were expecting. They stopped and Batman stepped forward, “We heard about your defeat of Hawkmoth and have come to offer our help in rebuilding your city.” Then a younger girl in a ladybug themed outfit and a boy in a cat outfit stepped forward. Batman recognized them as the kids from the videos, what were their names again? Oh right, Ladybug and Chat Noir. Behind them he saw other kids in similar outfits, however he didn’t remember seeing any of them in the videos sent to the league. He was expecting them to thank him and the other heroes for the help, even if they were still upset from the earlier rejection. But that was not what happened at all. The two kids were very calm, but he could tell they were still angry. The girl called Ladybug took the lead, “Your help is not wanted, or even needed. The city is perfectly fine. Regardless, you are not welcome in Paris. None of you are. Foreign superheroes are banned in Paris. Only the miraculous team is allowed to reside in this city.” The Justice League were shocked, to say the least. Batman tried to argue with them, “The city can’t possibly already be prepared. Fights like what was discussed on the news cause massive amounts of damage. They couldn’t possibly be fixed overnight. And how could you ban superheroes?” Chat Noir rolled his eyes, “Shows how much you actually listened to our original request for help. We told you back then that the reason there was no damage to speak of is because Ladybug is able to reverse all damage caused by the akumas and other miraculous. In other words, the damage from the final fight was fixed immediately. And we banned heroes after you all refused to give us any aid. We needed to make sure that you didn’t just storm in later and try to take over or get akumatized. That would have been disastrous. You can’t just suddenly decide to come and help after ignoring us for three years.”

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Superman stepped forward at this point, “We didn’t mean to ignore the situation. But you have to admit it sounds pretty far-fetched. Magical jewelry that is powered by ancient gods and evil butterflies possessing people doesn’t sound reasonable.” Ladybug got angry hearing that, “Why doesn’t it? You have several magic users in the Justice League, like Zatanna. You even have Dr. Fate who is a sorcerer that inhabits a magic helmet and possesses people who wear the helmet. That isn’t much different from the miraculous. Are you all seriously so close-minded that you didn’t even consider the possibility?”

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That comment made several of the leaguers angry. They didn’t want to admit that they were in the wrong, but Ladybug was right. They had several magic users, and the Helmet of Fate is pretty similar to a miraculous. But these kids couldn’t possibly know what they are doing. The Justice League needed to step in and help get things back to normal. They were sure that they could get the city to listen. Batman turned to the mayor and said, “That ban is hardly necessary anymore. It wasn’t even necessary in the first place. These second-rate heroes just convinced you of it because their pride was hurt. Don’t you think it is time to lift it? I am sure we could help get your city back on track quicker than these children playing at heroes.” Ladybug and Chat Noir’s blood was boiling after hearing that. How dare Batman act all high and mighty and talk above them like he was superior. He had spent the last three years ignoring the problem and now wants to suddenly come in and take over. This is exactly why they put the ban in place. The mayor seemed just as angry as Ladybug and Chat Noir, “Sir, like Ladybug and Chat Noir said, you are not welcome here. They have done a fantastic job in not only dealing with Hawkmoth, but also helping the citizens return to normal.” Batman was furious, they were still going to deny them entry? The Flash stepped forward now, “Surely, with the focus being on Hawkmoth, crime rates have risen. That isn’t the fault of these kids, they wouldn’t know how to juggle dealing with Hawkmoth and also petty crime. But we can help you get that handled.” Mayor Bourgeois shook his head, “Actually, they handled both responsibilities well. Even though we told them not to worry about petty crime, and that the local police would handle it, they still patrolled every night to help. Crime rates are at an all time low here. Now I am not going to tell you again. You are not welcome here. Leave at once.”

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The Justice League couldn’t believe it, Batman exploded, “You would seriously leave the security of your city in the hands of these wannabe heroes?” Green Lantern added, “Yeah, they are just little kids with some fancy jewelry playing pretend. You need real heroes!” The mayor and police were furious. How dare these people belittle their heroes. The mayor was now yelling as well, “Do not speak about them so rudely. They are more heroic than you seem to be. Now get out of my city.”

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The Justice League still refused to leave. They hurled insults at the young heroes and demanded to be let in to the city. They even tried to force their way past the blockade of police officers. Ladybug turned around and gestured to Pegasus. The leaguers did not see any of this, they just heard someone call “Voyage!” They saw a giant blue portal open and then swallowed them up. When the light faded, they saw that they were in the middle of a field somewhere. Batman used his GPS and saw that they had been moved all the way to a corn field in the middle of Nebraska. He was furious, how dare they force him away through a teleport. Paris needed more competent heroes than a bunch of children playing pretend.

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Over the next several weeks, the league continued to try and enter the city. None of their attempts worked though. They tried just flying through, entering covertly as their civilian identities, and a bunch of other plans. Somehow, the leaguers kept getting teleported right back out of the city, in increasingly strange locations. Eventually, the leaguers just decided to abandon Paris completely. They would not help Paris with any situation. Their plan was to watch the city fall to pieces and not offer any help unless they lifted that ridiculous ban. But that never happened. It irritated Batman and the others to no end that those second-rate heroes were doing a good job and that the ban wasn’t lifted. So, the leaguers resumed their attempts to break into the city. They did not count on the young heroes putting their actions in the public eye.

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Ladybug and Chat Noir were still furious at how the leaguers behaved. They had thought that the Justice League was full of good and kind people, but the members they had met were certainly not good and kind. They were forceful and insulting. And even once they were told that they were not welcome in Paris, they kept trying to come into the city anyway. Poor Pegasus was exhausted from constantly having to teleport them away. Ladybug knew they had to do something or those leaguers would keep coming back. So, they made a video. This video told the whole world that the Justice League had ignored their calls for help all those years ago and had left young heroes to fend for themselves. It also talked about how the league had shown up after the fact and tried to bully their way into the city they had previously ignored, despite the fact they were told about the superhero ban. The video ended by talking about how they were fed up with the league members having no respect for the laws of Paris and still trying to sneak into the city. The miraculous team posted the video online and sent it to all the major news networks they could get a hold of. The public was outraged when they saw the video. The heroes they trusted were trying to break the laws in Paris? The video and public outcry seem to have worked. It had been several weeks since the video was posted, and no leaguer had tried to break into the city since. The miraculous team was ecstatic; they didn’t have to keep forcing the heroes out of the city. At last, the miraculous team and all of Paris could finally enjoy peace.

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hoboal87 · 3 years

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Baby Mine

Title: Baby Mine

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Jody, Alex, Claire, Bobby

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: You and Sam prepare for the birth of your son.

Warnings: post 15 x 20, fluff, implied dom/sub relationship, non-graphic descriptions of labor, breastfeeding.

A/N: This is my super late entry into @superbadassnatural‘s #333 badass followers challenge. My prompts are “I didn’t expect it to be this big,” and “this is disgusting”

A/N 2: This is set in the same universe as “The Tie,” and “Carry On,” but it can be read as a stand-alone.

No Beta, all mistakes are mine. I have tense issues, I know.

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Miracle’s head lies on your lap as you do your best to remain calm. You can feel the wetness of her nose against the small sliver of your exposed belly. It was unseasonably warm for South Dakota in the spring, and if you could’ve you would’ve been walking around naked all the time. Growing a Winchester has not been an easy task, and your doctor informed you at your last check up the baby will be at least 9 lbs.

Nine. Freaking. Pounds. You’re going to be pushing a nine pound baby out of your body, and Sam was already talking about having another one in a few years! You can’t even imagine wanting to go through all this again. Even though Jody and the mothers you’ve befriended over the last few months have assured you, that you’ll forget about all the bad, all the sickness, all the discomfort you’ve been feeling the second the baby’s born.

A clattering from your bedroom pulls you out of your head, giving you a moment of reprise. Sam’s muffled swears have you giggling as he frantically tries to pack your hospital bag. Jody had advised you to pack one over a month ago, but you and Sam had been so focused on making sure the nursery was ready, as well as warding your home, that you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Another grunt comes from the hall as Sam seemingly runs into your bathroom, and then into the nursery, where the baby's coming home outfit was luckily laid out on the changing table. By the time Sam makes it back into the living room, he’s nearly out of breath, eyes falling on you as your face scrunches in pain.

You’ve been in the early stages since last night, but you’d woken up to much more intense contractions a few hours ago. Sam takes your hand in his as you wince as a contraction rolls through you. He eyes the watch on his wrist, Dean’s watch, keeping track of the duration and time between each wave of pain.

“Y/N,” Sam whispers, calming himself when your eyes connect to his. “I think it’s time.”

“Alex said 5 minutes,” you huff, rubbing your swollen belly and giving him a pained smile. Having a nurse in the family was the best thing you could ever ask for. Alex, on the other hand, probably wishes she wasn’t, especially after Sam started calling her in the middle of the night with the most ridiculous questions that you’d ever heard of. You’d finally gotten him to stop, apologizing to Alex for another 3 a.m. frantic phone call about the possibility of the baby being born extra appendages.

Once Sam had adjusted to the news of your pregnancy, he dove deep into research, not that you were expecting anything else from him. Parenting magazines cover your coffee table, multiple books on pregnancy and birth are stacked on his bedside table, and he’d watched every youtube video relating to pregnancy and taking care of a newborn.

“I know, but baby we’re getting there. You’ve gone from 10 minutes to 7 in the last hour. The parenting book said–” You roll your eyes, your inner brat coming to the surface after months of being stifled. “Babygirl,” Sam tone changes, and you instantly relax at the phrase you haven’t heard in nearly a year. “Don’t think I haven’t been keeping track of all the punishments you’ll be getting as soon as you can handle it.”

It's just the distraction you need, and your eyes divert to the car seat against the wall.

Sam had tried and failed twice already on installing the carrier in the back seat of the Impala, spewing profanity as you watched, chuckling from the front porch. After nearly an hour, Sam gave up on the car seat, and joined you on the porch, his hand splaying softly over stomach. He leaned over, and placed a sweaty kiss on your lips, it was moments like those that Jody told you to cherish; and both you and Sam made it a point to do so.

“Then you better figure out how to properly install that in the back seat,” you sass.

An annoyed laugh leaves Sam as he glares at the yet-to-be defeated carrier, hesitating now to leave your side.

“It can wait.”

“It really can’t, babe,” you chuckle softly.

It’s less than an hour later that you and Sam pull up to Sioux Falls General Hospital. He’s holding you steady as you waddle towards the check-in desk. An orderly appears with a wheelchair, and wheels you away as Sam hands over all of your pre-registered paperwork. Alex is by your side before you realize it, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. She helps you dress into a hospital gown, and Sam rejoins you just as you take a seat on the bed.

Sam watches helplessly as your face contorts as another contraction rolls through your body. You squeeze his hand tightly, sure that you’re leaving crescent-shaped marks on him. This one is different than the others, it’s more intense, and longer-lasting than the others had been.

“Y/N, look at me, baby, you’re doing so good,” Sam praises as you whimper through the contraction. Sam leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead as the pain subsides. “You’re so strong, Y/N.”

“I didn’t expect it to be that big.”

Five hours later, you’re cradling your newborn son against your chest. Sam’s behind you, whispering praises in your ears and holding you tight against him. You present your breast to the babe, encouraging him to latch on, and to your delight he does so quickly. Sam makes a joke about how Dean was always a boob man, and you comment how his namesake must’ve inherited his predilection as well.

Sam tenses behind you, and you quickly realize your mistake. Dean was always on your mind, and moreso Sam’s, but you rarely, if ever, said his name out loud. It seemed to pain Sam to hear his brother’s name, so you avoided it as much as you could. But now the baby is here, and you wonder if it's a good idea to name him after the fallen Winchester.

Sam’s hands are wrapped around your still swollen center, and you turn your face to his. Tears are escaping from his hazel eyes, and when they meet your Y/E/C ones, he gives you a small smile.

“We don’t have to name him Dean,” you offer, even though you honestly couldn’t think of a more fitting name for your son. “If you don’t–”

“It’s not that, baby,” he sighs, wiping at the fallen tears. “I just– I miss him. Dean should– he should be here. He should be here to meet our son.”

You nod, and focus your attention back on the newborn, suckling gently at your breast. One of Sam’s hands leaves your stomach, and his fingers brush against the infant’s soft skin, remarking that he’d never seen a baby with so much hair, and that he looked so small. You chuckle, and remind him that if he had to push a nine-pound watermelon out of his body, he wouldn’t think it was small.

Sam concedes, unable to contain his laughter, and the brief tension that was in the room disappears and doesn’t return. After little Dean is finished, you and Sam take turns counting his fingers and toes, cooing at your son as you take in all his features.

A nurse returns, and you reluctantly let her take Dean away to be properly cleaned, weighed and measured. She instructs both you and Sam to sleep while you can, joking that you’ll be getting very little from now on. Thanks to Sam being a human incubator you curl up against him and let all of the exhaustion from the last 24 hours finally catch back up to you.

You're woken by Sam a few hours later, informing you that Jody, the girls, and Bobby are outside. Sam slips from behind you, and disappears out of the room for a moment before returning with your found family. Jody’s eyes are filled with tears, throwing her arms around you, congratulating you as Bobby claps Sam on the back.

The same nurse returns with Dean as everyone settles in their places around the room. Jody instantly fawns over the baby caressing his chubby cheeks before allowing Sam to pick him up and hand him over to her.

Jody makes a solid promise to spoil the boy rotten. Claire’s body language changed when Alex handed baby Dean over, and after a few minutes, didn’t want to seem to let him go. Bobby becomes impatient as Claire refuses to pass the baby on. Finally, Sam steps in, plucking the baby from her arms, and walking over to Bobby.

“You ready to meet your grandson?” Sam asks, and a smile you’d never seen before appears on Bobby’s face. Sam places the swaddled baby into Bobby’s arms, and you’re sure you see a tear slip down his cheek.

“Looks like he’s takin’ after his momma,'' Bobby laughs. “Lucky boy, hopefully you won’t be an idjit like your daddy and uncle,” he sends you a playful wink. “Just know you ain’t alone, kid. You got more people who will love and protect you than any other kid in the world.”

“Did you tell ‘em?” You ask, trying to move into a slightly more comfortable position.

“Tell us what?” Jody asks from the chair beside your bed.

“Y/N and I, we want you and Bobby to be his godparents. If anything were to ever happen to us, we want you to take care of him.”

“Well, maybe you can tell us his name first,” Claire pipes up, and you hadn’t even realized that you hadn’t told them yet.

“Dean,” Sam eyes his son still in Bobby’s arms. “Dean Robert Winchester.”

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anthearose · 3 years

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B A S I C

NAME: anthea rose thomas

NICKNAME(S): thea

AGE: 25

DATE OF BIRTH: 26 april 1995

GENDER: genderfluid

PRONOUNS: she/her but doesn’t mind they/them

F A M I L Y

MOTHER: dawn eddwards

FATHER: richard thomas

SIBLING(S): unknown

P H Y S I C A L

FACE CLAIM: cara delevingne

RACE/ETHNICITY: english, welsh,

NATIONALITY: english, has american citizenship

HEIGHT: 5 feet and six inches (5′6)

WEIGHT: 112 lbs

BUILD: slender, toned

SCARS: inside of arms from drug taking

HAIR: dirty blonde, medium length

EYE COLOR: blue

DOMINANT HAND: right

ACCENT: english

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: none

MENTAL DISABILITIES: none

ALLERGIES: nuts

DISORDERS: none

FASHION: wears mostly black, has a ‘grunge’ style

NERVOUS TICS: lip biting

L I F E S T Y L E

HOME ADDRESS: evergreen dock, somerton, maine

RESIDES: small two bedroom apartment with roommate layla ferguson

BORN: london, england

RAISED: london, england

VEHICLE: chevy silverado, black

PHONE: iphone 11

LAPTOP/COMPUTER: macbook pro

PET(S): none

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: dropped out at 16, sat ged aged 20

COLLEGE EDUCATION: none

MAJOR: none

MINOR: none

CAREER: exotic dancer

EMPLOYER: dark sensations strip club

DIET: vegan

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: single

CHILDREN: none

LANGUAGES: english

PHOBIAS: isolation, enclosed spaces

HOBBIES: video games, guitar, reading

SOCIAL MEDIA: uses twitter and onlyfans mostly

F A V O R I T E

LOCATION: the beach

VIDEO GAME: call of duty, left 4 dead, gta v, mario kart (she will fight dirty)

MUSIC: varying, listens to a lot of rock music

SONG: rebel rebel - david bowie

TV SHOWS: friends, stranger things, how to get away with murder

MOVIES: labyrinth, the shining

FOOD: everything

COLOR: she’ll swear its black but it’s actually pink

C H A R A C T E R

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

MBTI: enfp-a, the campaigner

ENNEGRAM: seven

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

WESTERN ZODIAC: taurus

CHINESE ZODIAC: pig

PRIMAL SIGN: wombat

B I O G R A P H Y

tw for non-con & underage sex, prostitution, drugs and violence

Born and raised in the bustling city of London, Anthea, or Thea as she preferred, never really had it easy. Her father had left her mother long ago, only keeping in contact with his daughter through the occasional letter and birthday card. He lived in America and as Thea understood, he had some big fancy job with a large company. Thea always daydreamed about the day her father would burst through the door, scoop her up and rescue her from her miserable life. She dreamed of what it’d be like to live with him in his home and not have to worry about where her next meal was coming from. Of course, that never happened. Her mother was barely home, always out looking for ways to fuel her various addictions. It usually meant prostituting herself and for a long as Thea could remember, her mother would bring strange men home and be locked in her bedroom for hours at a time.

It didn’t take long for her to work out what was going on - by the time she was seven, Thea understood, especially when the men made advances towards her. But she knew how to look after herself, even at that age and every time they tried, she either replied with a biting comment or, more often than not, a sharp slap to the face. It was usually enough to get rid of them and send them sulking back to her mother so they could pay what she was owed before taking their leave.

Despite her unconventional home life, Thea got by. She often stole from local supermarkets to get the things she needed, but she cooked her own meals and appreciated the roof over her head. She wouldn’t say she was happy but she survived. Her mother spent her days sleeping with people for money or getting high in their tiny apartment.

When she was fourteen, her life changed. Her mother pulled her from school and gave her an outfit to change into before taking her to an apartment block she’d never been to. Thea was frightened, told her mother she wanted to go home but she was only led into a grimy apartment by a group of unfamiliar men while her mother waited outside. She heard her daughter’s pleas and cries for help but did nothing to stop what was happening. It was only when there was a fat wad of money in her hands that she took Thea out of the apartment and brought her home, telling her this was her life now. She told her Thea would have to get used to it or starve because she was leaving.

And just like that Thea was left alone, fourteen years old, no money and no job.

She was able to contact her father after several weeks. He immediately flew her to America, had her sign some forms she didn’t really understand, and told her she’d be living with him from now on. She was enrolled at a local high school and told to keep quiet about what happened in England. She didn’t understand why, not really, but made sure not to tell anyone. She kept her head down as much as she could. Life with her father wasn’t quite what she’d expected either. His job was different to what she’d imagined when she was younger. He didn’t work in a fancy office, he worked from home and had several people coming and going, purchasing things from him for a large amount of money at a time. It only took her a few weeks to realise her father, the man she’d always imagined would be her hero, a knight in shining armour, was a drug dealer. And an addict himself.

Thea stopped paying attention in school and in just two years since she moved to America, she was more depressed than ever. She dropped out of high school, even started taking drugs herself and fell in with what could be considered the wrong crowd. Maybe this was what she was destined to be. Maybe this was all there was for her. When her father was arrested for dealing drugs, she was placed in foster care. That had only lasted a couple of weeks before she ran away. Selling her body wasn’t really something she ever intended on doing but it was the only way she could get by. She had no education, no money and needed to do something. It was all she had left, the only thing she had any experience in. Granted, she hadn’t exactly been a willing participant back then and her mother had gotten the money, but it had happened. Thea had nothing left to lose.

She began to sell her body for sex. Thea hated every minute of it, but it paid. She had enough to rent a tiny apartment in an unpleasant neighbourhood, but it was hers. Sure, she still was hooked on drugs but she got by. It continued like that for several months when she was approached by a different sort of man. The people she usually slept with were often older, other addicts she was sure, and just looking for five minutes of fun. But this one was different - younger, kinder.

Thea didn’t trust him immediately. She had been looking after herself for as long as she could remember and her previous experiences told her men only wanted one thing. But she went back to his hotel room, unable to turn down the amount of money he was offering her. Thea was even more surprised when the young man didn’t immediately want her body and offered her food and a glass of wine.

She learned his name was Anthony and he told her he was planning on opening up a new business, a brothel of sorts. It was going to be legitimate, according to him, although not entirely legal and all of “his girls” would be well looked after. At first, Thea refused. She wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t prepared to put her life in danger for some fantasy that sounded far too good to be true. If she accepted she had no doubt she’d be trafficked and sold on the black market for unspeakable things.

As time went on, the man continued to visit Thea and slowly gained her trust. She met with someone who already worked for Anthony several times too and in a matter of weeks, she accepted his offer. Without a glance back, Thea left and moved across the country to work. Anthony helped her get off the drugs, showed her what there was to actually live for, and her life changed. Her every need was catered for - her new home was the brothel itself and rent came straight from her earnings. All her groceries were provided for her and she was able to decorate her personal quarters however she pleased.

Usually Thea was fine when working. Most men just wanted a quick fuck and they didn’t care about anything else. Some of her clients wanted more unconventional things but Thea didn’t shy away from these, knowing they earned her more money. She didn’t care though - sex was just sex to her, and it paid. For the next three years, Thea lived and worked in Anthony’s brothel. Her regular clients bought expensive gifts, the brothel itself had armed security for the safety of the workers. It was the perfect job.

Well, almost.

Thea had one problem, and that was in the three years she’d been there, she’d fallen in love with Anthony. It was an unspoken rule in the business - don’t fall for the boss. He had a girlfriend, Courtney, but she rarely visited the brothel. She didn’t like to associate herself with the girls who worked there, which was just fine with Thea. She kept her feelings to herself and thought everything would be fine. She was usually the one who brought Anthony his morning coffee but on one particular morning, things were different. She noticed he seemed tense and was pacing back and forth in his office. There was something about his expression that had Thea stopping in her tracks. She was almost frightened. But then he’d stopped and grabbed her, holding her against the closest wall to kiss her.

This was everything she’d ever wanted and Thea gave herself to him easily. She wasn’t naive and didn’t really believe in happy endings but there had always been a part of her that had hoped Anthony would somehow realise her feelings for him and return them. Thea had fallen head-over-heels in love with him and had hoped he would get her out of the prostitution game for good. She didn’t want to sell her body anymore, not now she knew Anthony wanted her. Maybe she could help him run the brothel. She was nineteen and she knew the business well enough, right?

Wrong.

That night it was like it’d never even happened. Anthony didn’t look at her when he told Thea her clients were arriving. She was still in his bed and here he was, telling her to return to her room so she could work. Thea was confused but she assumed maybe it was due to Anthony’s relationship with Courtney. He couldn’t let anything be too obvious, right? Not if he was still in it, and maybe he was looking for a way of ending things with her before he swept Thea off her feet. She’d just have to wait.

What Thea didn’t know was that Anthony had been filming for weeks. He filmed the two of them in bed together, filmed Thea with her various clients and posted the entire thing on the internet. It wasn’t until one night, while she was with a client, that she found out. Courtney had burst in, grabbed Thea’s hair and pulled her straight off the bed, uncaring that she was naked. Thea was thrown against the wall and Courtney screamed at her. It was like she was throwing every insult under the sun at her.

Thea couldn’t remember much of the attack. Only that her client had left quickly and that when she woke, everything ached. Thea was still in her room, still naked, and beaten black and blue. She’d pulled on her robe and staggered to Anthony’s office to seek help. The sight that greeted her when she got there nearly made her throw up - Anthony taking Courtney on his couch, much like he had with Thea just the day before. They were celebrating something and when they saw Thea, both started laughing at the sight of her.

Thea learned of the videos Anthony had secretly taken and that the whole thing had been a set up. Courtney had learned of Thea’s feelings for him and together they had hatched a plan of revenge. Anthony had seduced her, recorded everything and uploaded it to the internet. The second attack was worse than the first. Thea wasn’t sure if it was because she was already so injured or whether it was because Anthony joined in. She’d blacked out at some point and this time when she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar alleyway, her belongings in a battered box beside her.

She was in hospital for several weeks recovering. Unemployed and now homeless, Thea knew she had to do something. She wouldn’t go back to that life. She wasn’t sure she’d survive a second time. So she left, moving from town to town, doing odd jobs here and there, stealing food to survive once again. She reached the small town of Somerton in Maine just before her 20th birthday and got a job at the local strip club. Although how she got the job, she wasn’t quite sure. In her interview she had been exhausted, fed up with rejection after rejection and when she was asked the typical “Why do you want to work here?” she had been a little too honest. She told the interviewer she had worked as a prostitute since she was sixteen and knew what it was like to be at rock bottom so if she could just serve drinks to the customers here, she’d be thankful because at least she wouldn’t feel disgusted with herself.

Somehow, it had landed her the job. For the first couple of months she served drinks behind the bar but she got to know everyone who worked at the club well. It wasn’t until one of the dancers told her that they were in complete control she began to think about what it’d be like to be one of them. She had been exploited for years and some may say this job was no different. But Thea saw it a different way - she was safe here, she knew that. And if these random men wanted to give her hundreds of dollars just for showing her body and dancing in skimpy outfits, then she’d argue they were really the ones being exploited. Not her.

That was how she got to where she was now. Five years had passed since she arrived in Somerton and she was settled. She had an apartment right on the coast, a roommate that she liked hanging out with and a job where she was in complete control. No one pulled the strings behind the scenes, no one was controlling her or took a cut of her money. She was safe, she was happy and Thea could only look forwards.

#about: thea #biography #somertonintro

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fletcherbarnes · 4 years

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is that [ASHTON IRWIN]? no, that’s just [FLETCHER BARNES]. [HE/HIM] is [TWENTY FIVE] years old and is a [PHOTOGRAPHER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [ONE MONTH]. on a good day, they’re [CREATIVE & EFFICANT]. but watch out! they can also be [AGGRESSIVE & IRRITABLE ]. [OFTEN BY THE WEEKND ] plays in my head whenever I think of them. can’t wait to see them around Springhill!

iii everyone!! my name is Lana, and this is my son. under the cut are his bio and everything <3

**TW: self-harm scars, death, drinking, car accident.

Full Name: Fletcher James Barnes

Nickname(s): Fletch

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 22nd, 1995

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation:Bisexual, Biromantic.

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: Professional Photographer.

Family

Parents: Blair Buchanan(Biological Mother) Neil Buchanan (Step-Father), Bernard Barnes (Biological Father, Deceased)

Siblings: Junip Buchanan (Half-Sister), Marina Barnes (Sister, Deceased)

Uncles: Brandon Barnes, James Barnes. Harold Hanes, Gage Hanes.

Aunts: Tina Barnes. Jessie Hanes.

Grandparents: Grant Buchanan & Greta Buchanan (Step-Grandparents), Norene & James Barnes (Father’s Parents), Jackson & Dawn Hanes (Mother’s Parents)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Ashton Irwin

Hair Colour: Natural is Dirty Blonde.

Eye Colour: Hazel

Height: 6′

Weight: 190 lbs

Build Muscular.

Tattoos: Moon Phase on both of his forearms, star on his bicep, a rose on the back of his upper right arm, snake on his shoulder, hear on the side of his right wrist, and a California condor on the back of his neck.

Piercings: None

Distinguishing Characteristics: Self harm scars on his arms, deep scar on his chest from a car accident.

Health

Mental Illness: IED ( Intermittent explosive disorder ), Depression, PTSD, BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)

Sleeping Habits: At times, he usually sleeps very well, but he has spells where he’s up for days and is productive but also incredibly irritable due to lack of sleep.

Eating Habits: He eats anything. His favorite is any kind of pasta.

Exercise Habits: works out a lot. He likes to keep himself busy physically so his thoughts stray away from overthinking.

Emotional Stability: Fletcher is usually a calm person when he takes his medicine. If he skips his meds for a few days, he becomes irritable and angry and easily snaps at others. Never mention his dad or his sister. That’s a quick way to get him to explode. And it isn’t pretty.

Sociability: His job as a professional photographer means that he has to be social in order to communicate with his clients. Outside of work he’s just as sociable and enjoys talking to people. He does have his moments where he is quiet and doesn't want anyone talking to him.

Body Temperature: Average body temp.

Addictions: None

Drug Use: Marijuana.

Alcohol Use: Frequent.

Personality

Positive Traits: Creative, Efficient, Sociable, Handy, Funny.

Negative Traits: Hot-Headed, Sleazy, Aggressive, Irritable.

Hobbies: Playing drums, painting, driving his cars, running with his dog Ritz.

Habits: Binge drinks, chews his nails.

Favorites

Weather: Rainy

Colour: Red

Beverage: Any strong Liquor, Sweet Tea, Water.

Food: Eggplant Parmesan.

Animal: Dogs and Horses.

BIOGRAPHY:

Fletcher Barnes was born and raised in Brisbane, Australia. His mother Blair was a psychiatrist, his father a famous painter. He had a fantastic childhood and was very blessed with the life that he had. They lived in a huge house, went on vacations often, and he had everything he could ever imagine. His sister was born when he was two, the pair were inseparable. Due to his father being home all the time since his studio was in his house, they were homeschooled by him.

One thing that Fletcher loved about his father was his creativity and his willingness to let his children explore their creative side. Fletcher couldn’t quite get into painting like his sister did, but he found love for photography. When he was eight, his father bought him a nice camera and was given lessons by his uncle James who was a professional photographer. As he grew, he learned how to take perfect photos, edit just the right way, and position things just how he wanted.

Another memory he has of his father was always going with him to his art shows, helping him set up, taking photos of all of his artwork, and helping him pick out a suitable outfit. The Barnes family more often than not coordinated their outfits with each other at each show they did. He remembers the excitement of all the people flooding in, the snacks him and his sister would snag, and talking to lots of different people. Happiness radiated in the family, and it showed.

But that happiness wouldn’t last long.

When Fletcher was thirteen, he was helping his dad load up their car for his art show that was coming up. His father wasn’t his usual self; he was quiet, reserved, and short with Fletcher and his sister. He wasn’t himself, and Fletcher knew it. But, he still went with him and so did his sister, despite his mother’s plea for them not to go with him. Why did she insist on them not going? He didn’t know, but they went along with him. As they were going down the highway, Fletcher tried talking to his father, but he was stone silent. The car picked up speed, and he felt his father grab his hand tightly. The last thing he remembered was him saying he loved him, then everything went dark.

He woke up in a hospital with his mom by his side, and that’s when she delivered the news to him. Both his father and his sister were dead, and he wrecked the car on purpose to take his life. Fletcher was numb, at first he thought it was a joke, but she was serious. The two most important people, dead. He didn’t cry, he didn’t scream. He just sat there and was numb to the whole situation. He was unable to attend the funeral since both of his legs were broken and he had to do physical therapy.

After spending two months in the hospital, he made a full recovery and went back home. It didn’t feel like home anymore though; it felt like a prison. His mother was in a very dark spot with her depression, she lost her job, and when she was awake, she was drinking. More often than not, he stayed at his grandparents. They had a hold of the will, and it wasn’t to be opened until Fletcher turned eighteen.

He went to public school and graduated with amazing grades, and on his eighteenth birthday, it was time to open the will. He spent his day with his mother who was now a functioning human, and they spent the day opening presents, getting ice cream and going out to eat, then ending the day at his grandparents house where they would open the will. His mother opened the will, and she was shocked and angry. Confused, his grandma took the will from her and she gasped. Fletcher had no idea what was happening until it was then handed to him.

Everything was his. The house, his paintings, his cars, his bank account. He left everything to his son. He sold everything except for two of his dad’s camaros and a painting of him and his sister, and ended up with a very large amount of money. He was hated by his mother and everyone else, so he packed up and left Australia and headed to America. He became a citizen and lived in LA, building up his reputation as a photographer and eventually becoming the most sought out photographer in LA by the time he was twenty three.

He’s photographed fashion shows in Milan, Paris, New York, and London, for magazines like Time, Vogue, Elle, and has even worked on movie sets. Fletcher wanted to get away from LA life, and he decided it was time for a change of pace. He moved to Springhill, New Jersey where he would continue his photography career. He’s lived there for a month, and loves it.

#springhillintro #( im so excited to be here fjlrw

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starry-bi-sky · 5 years

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Malevolent Au

It’s not complete, but on the Felinette Discord we made an au based off the song ‘Queen of Mean’!

@unmaskedagain idk if this’ll help you get ideas, since I found your fic after I made the au, but I hope you like it anyways!

Me - Black, Bee - Orange, Lefty - Blue

Okay but guys

A modified version of ‘Queen Of Mean’ as an akumanette

Idk if this has a bittersweet ending or a bad ending but either way it’s salty and not ending in the class’s favor

Her akuma item would probably be her ribbons because I don’t want that for tikki

I’m thinking that Akumanette has an outfit that looks like a suit but there’s a skirt-tail type thing that ends at her ankles. Idk how to explain it other than it’s fancy but practical

It’s black and red

There’s black paint on her face that serves as the mask and she has her hair in a braided ponytail and she has a circlet with black framing and a red gem in the center

She’s terrifying and one of the more fashionable akumas

I don’t have the story fully fleshed out but smth happens that Lila blames Marinette for and Alya, when she’s yelling at Marinette, calls her the ‘Queen of Mean’ and Marinette, tired of literally everything just says ‘if that’s what you think, then fine’ in this really cold tone before storming off

Maybe she goes to the theater room or something, she just goes to an empty classroom to rant

She’s too exhausted to fight back the akuma and maybe Tiki says ‘you deserve a break, it’s not healthy to keep all these emotions bottled up, I know you won’t do anything bad’ but just to be safe Marinette takes out the earring before the akuma gets close so it possesses the ribbons instead

Akumanette (who I will be calling Malevolent for the time being) manages to get CN’s ring and the other miraculi too, but instead of going to Hawkmoth she goes to her room to hide them before going on the hunt for Hawkmoth because she needs his miraculous too

I have no doubt that she toys with them, picking them off one by one

Then gets Hawkmoth in a big spectacular moment

Or maybe she's made copies of the miraculous for cosplay and goes to meet him with those, the old switcheroo and she takes him out while hes distracted

Could be interesting if, as part of her power, she could corrupt the miraculouses and give them to the people who upset/offended her. But instead of giving them powers, they were warped to instead punish the wearer in a way that fits the miraculous's original intent. Kinda a reversal on the way she gave out the miraculouses and granted powers before. Like, the Black Cat Miraculous, it causes the person to relive their most painful memories as the element of destruction, and the fox one forces the wearer to tell the truth no matter what, or traps them in an illusion or something.

And maybe how she goes to a new school. And meeting the others was maybe when shes revealed as the akuma she claims shes had enough of her classmates shit and exposes what they did to her live on tv and her parents transfer her because of all the stress they put her under. She's never become an akuma before. And just because of one lying little brat, their daughter has become one of the strongest akumas they've ever seen

And she gives the miraculi back to Fu apologizing out her butt for everything...but he just lets her keep the earrings, fearing that something grander may be at scale...but he refuses to give the ring back to Adrien because had he been by Mari's side, they wouldve been able to prevent the akuma and help Mari over come Lie-la.

And now Fu chooses a new Black Cat for Mari....

I would assume that the peacock is still lost....maybe Adri could find it amd becomes determined to get both his ring and. "His" lady back from that Fake Cat

And maybe before the ring gets taken Adrien has no idea who the akuma is because Marinette returns to class all normal if just closed off and even after he doesn’t know until it’s revealed to everyone. The whole of Paris is wondering where tf LB is everyone Malevolent shows her face

Or she could claim that she took the earrings before Ladybug even had a chance~

So the whole of Paris is rightly terrified

And the QK kids are slightly cautious but they see the nerd trip and get flustered then they just decide that she's totally fine to hang out with

Ooh why would they be cautious?

The QK would totally be the ones to find out Marinette’s the akuma first and they’re all really concerned for their friend because she’s been an akuma for MONTHS now and what happened that made her such a powerful akuma?

But if she just transformed back and went to the new school, wouldnt u be cautious too

ThTS THE GIRL WHO BROUGHT PARIS TO ITS KNEES TO BEG FOR MERCY

and she chose mercy

Imagine...what it would take to bring her, the strongest akuma to kill all of Paris

(I should probably point out that I’m still going off the idea that Marinette is still Malevolent when she goes to her new school, feel free to ask for clarification if you’re still confused)

“Be wary of the quiet ones, the sweet ones, the kind ones, because they’re the ones with the saddest smiles, the darkest pasts. They’re the ones you watch out, for even demons run when good men go to war.”

Hawkmoth, once he realizes that Malevolent is on the prowl for him, tries to call back the akuma, but because of Marinette’s sheer stubborn will power and the help of Nooroo he can’t do it

So he’s basically useless as Malevolent numbers his days as a super villain

Maybe Malevolent only comes out at night. She has less chance of being seen, less chance of being caught

Except that just makes her 10x more terrifying because in the daylight she’s scary enough as it is, but at night the shadows highlight only half of her face and it makes her harder to see

Maybe Malevolent decides to torment her classmates first before picking off the heroes, so perhaps by the time she’s at her new school and prowling at night she’s picking off the heroes one by one

Maybe she does it slowly instead of night by night

And like the first half is her taking the heroes and Hawk down while the other half if her recovering and learning about the new villain and her new allies

She fucking stalks her classmates, planting incriminating evidence. Maybe for Lie-la she records the girl bragging about her lies and how much shes dragged Mari through the mud while shes at home, then the next morning a video is released on the Ladyblog....

The class is rightly scared out of their pants because there’s an akuma after them but they don’t know who and she hasn’t been caught yet

LB is gone and Malevolent, even in the daylight, is hard to see so other than the major bad luck and her first debut there’s almost no trace of her

Her debut was video taped so Paris knows that there’s an akuma on the loose but she’s so quiet that it leaves everyone on edge

Maybe while Malevolent is hunting Hawkmoth she stops other villains like low level (and high profile) criminals and outs corrupt politicians and the likes

And they've obviously taken poor Mari because Mari could never get akumatized! Shes too good!

Oooh!! Going back on the ‘Mari can change out of villain form’ maybe the only proof she’s Malevolent in her civilian form is that her ribbons are a darker red than they should

And poor Mari makes herself smaller and scared hah, as if. These idiots dont know whats gonna hit them.... she looks...terrified~

Her parents try and reassure her that the akuma will be caught and Mari feels bad for tricking them but at the same time she’s still angry so that anger outweighs the guilt

Marinette is paler than she was before akumatization and maybe her eyes are a bit more dull

Or perhaps just a smidge too bright

It’s not noticeable, but there’s just something.. off about her eyes

They look... almost brighter than they should be

Maybe too attentive

Too... analytical

But then the look is gone and perhaps you were just imagining it?

That seems likely

The QK, when they first meet Marinette, adopt her immediately because she’s so pale and small and she looks so tired

And at first Marinette is wary but after Claude trips and falls flat on his face trying to cheer her up she warms up to them

Then one day someone gets a clear full body shot of Malevolent and while QK are looking at it Marinette approaches them and they start noticing... similarities

Like how her ribbons are the same color as her circlet, or how her eyes hold the same wary attentiveness and are the same bright blue

And maybe they try to deny it

But it’s all there

I’m still trying to figure out how Marinette reveals herself as Malevolent

Perhaps a rude encounter with her classmates? Maybe someone tries attacking her friends (Hawkmoth has resorted to using the peacock miraculous at the point maybe) and she saves them??

When she transforms her ribbons wrap around her in a whirlwind

That’s all we got!! Maybe it’ll be continued on, maybe it won’t, but it was super fun to think up!

#personal post #malevolent au #ml salt #felinette discord #adrien salt #felinette #akumatized marinette #akumanette #akumatized marinette dupain cheng

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henry-hart · 6 years

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The Danger Begins s1 ep1

I’m so glad I decided to rewatch this because it made me so happy!!!! (also, to keep you guys from getting uber annoyed with me, i’m just gonna lb on one big post like this from now on lolol)

first off

s1 henry was the cutest thing to ever exist. ever. my heart couldn’t take it bc he’s so grown now but in that first ep he’s this adorable little baby chick ajdksjslk

it was so incredible to see Siren on my screen. Like, within thirty seconds BAM there she was. i felt blessed, like she blessed my laptop

PIPER. MY OVERDRAMATIC DAUGHTER. I miss her “I am NOT okay!!!” catchphrase akdjlsj

her “so we’re living like animals now” reply to being told to wait for her video to load---same girl, same.

Henry at 13 was a million times more proactive about the whole job search than I have ever been and I’m 22 sksjskjsk

his whole “I’m not good at anything. I’m a big ball of average”---I feel that lol

“No special skills needed.” “That’s me!!”

okay one of Char’s first lines was “One day when you two are cleaning my pool bc you failed this algebra test...” and it doesn’t get more iconic than that

GOOCH. I HAVE MISSED YOU.

Ray just coming in with all these ridiculous questions lolol poor Hen

“I’m 13. I’ll be 14....on my next bday.” ajskjsksljk

“Ah, so you’re aging sequentially. I like that. The name’s Ray.” “Nice to meet you, Ray. I’m Henry.” “You ask a lot of questions.” “I....don’t think....I’ve asked any questions...????” loved it

I laughed when Ray changed into his uniform and the zipper got stuck (that never happens again????)

“Did you have to melt my phone???” Hen, sweetie, hate to break it to you, but your phone gets broken.....preeeeetty much every ep (need me a bank account like that where I can steady get new iphones)

WhAt Do YoU mEaN nO sPeCiAl SkIlLs HeNrY???? yOu NoTiCeD tHe TaToO!!!!!! u smart lil cookie

Ray was all “I’m getting old. I can’t do this forever.” Two things: 1) RAY DID YOU JUST REFER TO YOURSELF AND OLD IN THE SAME SENTENCE??? 2) why is this never mentioned again??? Like, Ray got a sidekick to pass the mantle onto someone younger to keep protecting Swellview when he’s done. We’re like 4 yrs down the line, and they haven’t even hinted towards CM retiring??? (I know that would mean the end of the show, but they could at least bring it up every now and then)

OK. hated the toddler then. hate him now.

Props to the props department (ha ha get it???) for all the junk in the store. It’s all so strange and doesn’t make sense and fits the show so well (also it seems like each ep has diff junk??? that’s impressive)

“They seem like nice kids.” “Yeah, they’re names are Jasper x Charlotte. I’ve known them ever since--” “Get rid of them.” “I’ll get rid of them.”

DAWWWW Jasper x his buckets :’))))

“I told you Canadian money upsets ppl!!!” Ah Char (I wonder if Riele comes up with some of these Canada jokes??)

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT HEN’S HORRIBLE TEST WARDROBE. IMAGINE IF THEY HAD KEPT ONE OF THOSE IDEAS AKSJLKSJ (there really wasn’t any need for a whole test wardrobe tho--just style an outfit to fits Ray’s. His obvs works out well for him) (I know that’s what they ended up doing lolol)

Okay, Ray’s “Oh man. I ate a lot of fruit.” line KILLS. ME. bc when i first watched this ep, every time the scene changed and Ray was shown w/ a diff fruit, I was like, “Why...is he eating so much fruit????” bc they’re all diff and he even eats a whole pineapple--outside peel and all. BUT I WAS THINKING IT AND THEN HE SAID IT AND IT MADE IT ONE MILLION TIMES FUNNIER.

LIL BB HEN IN HIS SUIT FOR THE FIRST TIME. I CRY. HE’S SO TINY AND HAPPY

“Chew gum. Blow bubble. Fight crime.” Ray wrote those instructions. I just know it. aksjskl

“And what does a single flashing light mean?” “Just to shoot me a text, you know, whenever.” aksjklsk

HENRY JUST GAVE HIS PLEDGE. THEN. HE. SAID. THE. ICONIC. “FEELS GOOD” FOR. THE. FIRST. TIME. I’M CRYING.

Hen not knowing how to get the tubes to work and just jumping up and down making noises aksjlsk

“Affirmative.” “That means ‘yes’.” “I got that.” and so the sass begins lolol love it

“Awwww no! That was my favorite bridge!”

“I hate my life and I am NOT okay.” i feel u Pipes

the sass is strong in those Hart kids. Siren x Jake can’t catch a break aksjslk

Siren. Hart. Is. So. Beautiful. her hair just looks so good this ep

“I’ll run away. I’ll do it.” ajskjskl Pipes chill

Jake....Siren...that’s....your son on the tv screen...like.....that’s literally your child’s face.....the product of both of your genes is right there.....plastered on the screen.....how do u....not....recognize him?????

“Two ppl said they might come.” “Who?” “Sidney Birnbaum and Oliver Pook.” “Ew.” “Those guys eat bugs.” “So? They’re people.” I just love the kid’s line delivery here lolol

I just want everyone to know that s1 Henry is the cutest. I already said it, but I’m saying it again.

Henry panicking bc he doesn’t want C x J to keep reading about KD but he also doesn’t know what to do so he just throws a glass and smacks C’s phone out of her hand and clean across the room ajskjslk SAME

Jace was so.....twitchy in the first two seasons. He’s really mellowed---which I understand it happens when you get older---but it’s just so funny to see this little bean with all his crazy expressions and loud outbursts and rapid movements lolol

Hey Lelani? You’re hot (give me ukelele lessons pls)

“The toddler’s men stole 5,000 packages of diapers. Can you guess why?” “Uhhhh???” “To bombard the diapers with radioactive zenite particles.” “.....I would not have guessed that.”

also Ray getting lower to the ground as he talks and Hen just following is so funny to me. Ray was really extra in that first ep

RAYMOND MANCHESTER HOW DARE YOU GET MAD AT HEN FOR WANTING TO GO TO HIS BFF’S BDAY PARTY INSTEAD OF FIGHTING CRIME. HE IS 13. AND YOU WOULD LATER CALL HIM UP WITH THE EMERGENCY ALARM PAST 12 AT NIGHT FOR CORNDOGS, SO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.

“Okay. Okay. It’s cool. You go to Jasper’s party. I’ll handle the toddler by myself. Don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’ve battled the toddler alone before--almost killed me, but whatever.” and u still want to take a 13 yr old out there??? Ray.

“No, I’m not bringing the muffins!” but u said u would

okay, but the news jumping from CM’s kidnapping to a report on why squirrels love nuts???? TOO tru (they really do that “here’s something serious. kids are dying. now here’s this pointless and meaningless crap” lolol)

“I can’t talk! I’m naked!” friends anyone??? (“You can’t come in. Ross is naked.” “Why’d you tell her I was naked???” “I couldn’t tell her I was naked. She’s allowed to see me naked.” “Why does anyone have to be naked???”) (sorry i just love friends akjslkjs)

I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO HAVE SIDNEY X OLIVER ON MY SCREEN. I LOVE THEM.

I hate u toddler. just in case you were doubting.

Jasper unknowingly saving the day by downloading that sound effect app on Hen’s phone *claps for him*

Henry just....completely kicking butt on his second day???? That’s my son.

“Captain Man!” “Henry!” “It’s Kid Danger.” :))))) I’M SQUEALING. I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. HIS LIL POINT TO RAY AND THAT SMALL SMILE. TOO. CUTE. (also Ray just namedropping like they don’t have identities to protect)

“How do I get you out of there?” “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been stuck in a baby bouncer hovering over a bottomless ball pit.” CALL SUPERHEROES OUT, RAY. all these extravagant traps they’re caught in and they just....know what to do??? Doubtful. (bottomless pits are impossible, but you know lol)

Ray swinging around everywhere in that baby bouncer was hilarious alkjdlksj

that spitting device is the literal WORST thing i have ever seen. i freaking hate spit.

God, i wish the toddler had stayed tf down there in that ball pit. i wish that bottle had blown him to the center of the earth. (sorry i just really don’t like him akdjslj)

“What do we do with this? (the bottle bomb)” “We give the baby his bottle.” “Ah. Good call.” “Hey.” “Suuuuup.” “Hurry.” “Oh, right.” aksjlsksjl there are some really good moments in this ep

Ray shielding Henry was <33333 (it would be really messed up if he hadn’t considering he’s indestructible, but I like to think that he chose to)

AJKSJSKLSKSJLK HENRY’S FACE WHEN RAY TOLD HIM “GOOD JOB” WAS SOOOOOOO PRECIOUS. He looked so shocked. Like, “CM thinks I did a good job????”

It’s like, Henry’s second day on the job, and they’re just namedropping right and left. Why be careful???? It’s not like they have secret identities or anything.....(they steady use their real names. i guess they don’t really have to worry. C must be the only smart person in Swellview bc no one else seems capable of figuring it out. I mean, not even his parents recognized him ajksjslk)

If you need any proof that Ray is a good guy, just watch this ep. His willingness to show up to J’s party despite only knowing Hen for like two days is a solid testament to his character. This is the Ray I know and love.

awwwwww poor Jasp. your party isn’t a flop. It’s about to be lit af because your bff is HENRY FREAKING HART, THE SWEETEST BOY TO EVER LIVE.

Ray, your excuse is horrible. “My van broke down across the street so I decided to come into this house and into this basement.” alskjlskj what is that????

“You’re CM!” “Thank you.” “You’re my hero!” “Of course.” oh Ray

Henry’s just watching J freak out over CM, watching how excited and happy J is and knowing he did that for him, and it’s just----my heart is all ajkdjlsjks

Char is the cutest in this ep. she’s fangirling over CM, and it’s so weird bc now she can’t stand him lolol

Hen x Ray pretending they don’t know each other. SO. PRECIOUS. Ray’s face is so sweet and they share this secret smile and just GAHHHH

J asking CM if he can hit him w/ a bball bat alksjlk “Remember kids: never do this to anyone but CM bc regular ppl could be badly inju--AHHHHHH.......I wasn’t done talking.” “Did that hurt?” “Yeah. But I’m okay.” the way Ray says yeah cracks me up bc it’s like, duh it hurt. it was a bat hitting my head lolol

“Hey, CM?” “Yes, boy?” “Would it be ok if Jasp texted a few friends and told them you were here at his party?” “Suuurrreeee. I love being used.” Ray kills me. cooper x jace have some of the best line delivery/comedic timing akdjslkj

*J is shaking CM’s hand* “Thank you so much! This is the best day of my life!” “Ha ha, are your hands always this sweaty?” “Yes sir.” “He takes medicine for it.” “Wellllll, it’s not working.” *wipes hand on J and leaves wet mark* ajsklj poor Jasper

Henry brought the muffins after all <33333 “Muffins.” “Yeah.” (you can tell Jace x Sean were already good friends. so cute.)

Hen x Char got Jasp the bucket from the shop that Gooch wouldn’t let him have. Dawwwwww

“For awhile there, I thought you weren’t gonna come.” “Come on, man. I’ll always be there for you.” then. they. hug. they’re. so. cute. i. love. solid. friendships.

HENRY’S LAST LITTLE LOOK AT THE PARTY BEFORE HE LEAVES IS THE BEST THING EVER. THE LITTLE NOD HE MAKES LIKE, “YEAH. THIS IS GOOD.” LIKE, HE’S PERFECTLY OK WITH MISSING OUT SO LONG AS EVERYONE ELSE IS HAVING FUN. AHHHHHH. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. :)))))) <3333333

that was a perfect way to end an ep

I’m glad I watched this. I’ve forgotten most of the earlier episodes which is a crime because they’re so good. It was hard to see Jace so little when he’s so grown now!!!!! My heart couldn’t take it. But lil Henry is precious and I love him. Stay tuned for more rewatches!!!! xoxoxox

#sorry if this was long or incoherent #it was a wild ride #i had to stop watching halfway thru bc of some stupid crap going on #but i finished and here we are #this was fun #watching hd makes me happy #i'm gonna do this for every ep #maybe #aksljlks #hd rewatch #the danger begins #episode synopsis

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A little info and backstory on Hazcom DILF, my crush, who I tag as M.

He is a safety instructor, now exclusively for wind energy students it seems, at the tech school I go to. He was one of the two guys who gave us our class on hazcom and fire safety in nursing school (which was in 2018), probably the best day of school I had in that class. I had so much fun in that class, and it didnt help that I like M a lot.

When I first saw him, I knew I was going to have a problem bc this guy was my type. Dark hair with a bit of grey, scruffy facial hair, attractive outfit, and just the energy he possessed. His voice was interesting, one of the girls in class compared it to Steve O, but he also had a southern-ish accent so that made things funnier with that comparison.

He and the other instructor, we'll call him "Fire Guy" or "S," were hilarious. Not only as people themselves, but also as a team. They took jabs at each other and us as well. Although, M seemed to be a little less...I dont know, not mean, but rather...teasing? When he talked. I really dont know how to describe it. But S teased us far more than M did.

M and S both know my father, apparently, and that made me feel even more awkward about my growing attraction to M. Other than asking me about him and asking me a question about smoke during a slideshow, they did not really call me out. I was still pretty shy and quiet at that point, but if I had the class now I'm sure I would have been louder and participated more.

Anyways, the class started with one of our nursing teachers guiding us to the building where we had the class. It's detached from the main building, and to get to it you have to climb up a little hill made of big gravel and go past a weird object that S called "a rocket ship." It's a big cylindrical thing and I have no clue what it actually is and I havent had the courage to ask anybody what it is in all my years at this school.

Walking past the rocket ship, we were dive bombed by a flock of pigeons that apparently live inside the thing, and it scared all of us and it felt like resident evil. You know, the crows in 1 and 0 that come at you for breathing wrong? That's how it felt. So we ran the rest of the way.

In the building, it was freezing. Like 40 degrees. It was a good thing I wore a jacket, but others were not so lucky and they had to occasionally go outside to get warm. Later on in the class if we complained about how cold it was, they would turn down the temperature even more to make it colder. Funny, but irritating. We all sat down, and since none of us really knew each other, we sat sporadically at different tables. Some of us, including myself, were by ourselves. I was happy with that.

The first teacher to come in was S. M came in a few minutes later, but I didnt know he was M, his name was said by my teacher to be our instructor but since S was more talkative and acted like he was the teacher, I assumed he was M. But he wasnt, obviously.

As the two instructors prepared to teach us or whatever, they played a video of like...fail compilations for whatever reason. And that changed to a more safety focused thing when the video they played was a fail compilation themed around people setting themselves on fire. As a huge Jackass fan, I found this hilarious. Then they played the fire safety scene from the Office, and then a video known as Highway to Hazmat Hell (Watch here). If you don't want to watch it, it's basically a truck carrying cylinders under pressure which start falling off and a bunch of explosions and crashes happen while Highway to Hell by AC/DC plays. Great video.

After the video was done, M came to the front of the room and put his backpack down on the table, then sat/leaned on it. S went to the podium and began introducing himself and what the class would be about. I watched M the whole time, entranced by how attractive he is. The teacher really had to be hot and me get a crush? I thought I left that shit in middle school. But apparently not.

After S told us about himself, then he introduced M as "6'3, 170 lbs, and single" (still not sure that the first two are true although he is rather tall) and a few other things. When he said he was single, I felt myself turn all warm. I avoided looking at him. And it was true that he was single, because M had gotten divorced recently and said that he preferred being single. I didnt really care though considering I have no chance with him and I'm already in a lifelong relationship. Even if I wasnt, he knows my father and is old enough to BE my father. I wouldnt date him but I admit I would hook up with him had I been single myself and the circumstance occurred.

Anyways, he told us his life story, and then we got to introduce ourselves. This was where I found out they know my dad, because I said my last name and M looked at me and smirked and said "oh, shes (dads name) kid!" And S was like "oh yeah" and something else I didnt pay attention to because my face was on fire from M even paying attention to me and I became all shy.

After we all introduced ourselves, the slideshow on fire safety began. The first question S asked was, "what elements are needed to start a fire?" A girl in my class, one of the funniest, said, "uhh...fire?" I get where shes coming from, fire is an element in the four elements sense, but he meant like..chemicals or whatever.

So we all had a good laugh at her, and she happens to be from Texas so they would attribute her "stupidity" to that. S told us what is actually needed for a fire to start, and talked more about that. Then came to the subject of smoke, and S asked us what smoke is. Texas girl said "its smoke." We all laughed again, and S was just rolling his eyes and laughing. I dont think he genuinely thought she was stupid, because she isnt, but he wanted to laugh at her being "dumb."

The lecture continued and eventually we noticed this windowed room beyond a glass door attached to this room was beginning to look hazy. We pointed it out in concern, thinking that maybe they were testing us, but S was like "oh it's just humidity" and we went on with the lecture. Eventually the haze got super super noticeable and M and S called us out on it, asked us why we didn't do anything about the smoke, but it ended up that it was a smoke machine they were using to fuck with us. Which was, admittedly, pretty funny.

Later on, S told us we were going down to the shop to practice using a real fire extinguisher. Not the powder ones, just a water one, since powder would make a mess and fuck with the oxygen. So we all went to climb down that gravel hill, only to realize there was a sidewalk that went up it and M was like "you guys can go that way but I'll walk on the sidewalk like a normal person" which made me laugh and also annoyed at myself for choosing the gravel hill, because it slides down when you walk on it and I almost fell like multiple times.

So we got to the shop and there was this little box thing connected to a propane tank, it looked almost like part of a grill. M explained that it can be controlled to light on fire, similarly to a grill, and the fire can be put out using the same controls or a fire extinguisher. It's used specifically for fire extinguisher training apparently.

S went and filled up the fire extinguishers with water, as they were empty, then brought them out and showed us how to use them. But honestly, me and Texas girl and another girl we will call F were all paying attention to M. More on that later. Anyways, S asked why we were distracted and one girl was like "Texas girl is trying to get M's snapchat" which was a joke, I don't think he even had one.

Next came our time to use the fire extinguishers- we ALL had to do it and it was in front of everyone. Less than half of the class got to put out the fire on the magic training box, which was controlled by M, before it started raining. Like a literal downpour of rain, right out of nowhere. Along with the rain getting us wet (no pun intended irt M) it kept putting out the fire training box, PLUS there was some kind of problem with the gas and the fire training box.

So S sent us with M back to the building so he could figure out what was wrong with the fire training box. M then taught us the hazcom lessons- bloodborne pathogens, PPE, hazmat procedure, MSDS, placards and their meanings, etc. Then he got into the storytelling phase, which was the most entertaining thing.

First he told this story about a guy he either knew or someone he knew knew, who died from rat poison. Then he talked a bit about his time in the oilfield before moving to wind energy, and he told us about how one time they had this bottle of methanol in what looked like a water bottle, and one of his coworkers came in and just started drinking it. Like, he didn't notice it was in fact NOT water and WAS methanol, and just kept drinking it. M did not elaborate on the fate of this guy, but I can't imagine it was good.

Now came the best story. Liquid Fire. Liquid Fire is an infamous drain cleaning chemical that if you Google it, will show results of news about bad things happening with it. But they do still sell it, I found some in a hardware store and took a selfie with it which I intend to show to M if I ever see him again. Anyways, the story began with M's bath/shower drain being clogged for seemingly no reason, until he found out it was because his kids kept shoving their bath toys down the drain. M tried traditional drain cleaners and other methods, but none worked, so he went to this local hardware place (which my mom has a vendetta against because the people who work there are apparently real cunts) and found a product called Liquid Fire. He claimed that seeing it had a skull and crossbones on it made him sure it would work well.

One of the employees warned M that Liquid Fire was strong, and to only use a certain amount each time. But M said that he was stupid because he's a man and ignored this advice, using much more Liquid Fire than necessary. But the stuff worked, it unclogged the drain, so he continued to use it. Until one day, his bathroom started smelling weird, and he couldn't figure out why. So he hired a plumber, and the plumber looked at the drain.

The plumber then told M that the smell was because his shower water was draining directly under the house and stagnating. M asked why. Plumber explained that his pipes? Gone. Disappeared. Not there. After some investigation, they discovered that it was the Liquid Fire which destroyed the PVC pipes completely, it is THAT corrosive and he used THAT much of it. The reason it worked so well on the bath toy problem was because it was literally dissolving the plastic toys, and when it got done with them, it moved on to the pipes.

After M told the story he paused for laughter, which we did a lot of, and from then on Liquid Fire became a running joke between me and F, and a story I'd reference all the time, even to people who weren't there. We then went over a bit more stuff that I don't remember exactly, and S came back in saying the rain had stopped and the fire box was working again.

Well, part of that was true. The fire box wasn't working again, but using some kind of gas and a cigarette lighter from one of my classmates, S got it working again. The class then got to continue putting out the fire, and guess who was dead last? Yeah, me. Back then, I was a scrawny little thing. I'm 5'1, and then I was a size 00 XS who weighed 90 pounds and carried all that weight in her breasts (still where most of my weight is btw). So yeah, I had some trouble picking up the fire extinguisher. They're heavier than you think. S had to literally stand behind me and help me hold the damn thing- it was embarrassing enough being last, but being the only girl in class who could hold the extinguisher herself? Even worse.

I can only imagine how flustered I would've been if M had been the one holding me and the extinguisher. I may have just passed out. Anyways, I get to finally use the extinguisher!! By then, it was in a downpour again, but we couldn't delay anymore because lunch break was coming up and we didn't have time to delay.

So I'm in the pouring rain, held by S, extinguishing a controlled fire. But as soon as I got it out the first time, my celebration was cut short because M TURNED IT BACK ON. And the funny thing? HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME AND SMIRKED AS HE DID IT. HE LAUGHED THE SECOND TIME. That's right, there was a second time, because he turned it back on after I extinguished it FOUR TIMES!!!!

Now I don't know why he did this to me in particular, or why he found it so funny, but at the time I was irritated. Later on I thought about it and was like oh. Wait. He was teasing me, that's kinda cute. So anyways after the fourth time of tormenting me in the pouring rain, I got the fire out and it was lunch time, so me and the class bid S and M goodbye.

Later, after we all got back from lunch, Texas girl called M a dilf. And oh my God did I feel relieved that I wasn't the only one who thought so. F also was attracted to him, while the girl who sat next to me was weirded out bc apparently he looks like her dad. We discussed M for a bit before the teachers got back.

From that day on, M was on my brain CONSTANTLY. I'd see him occasionally (check out my diary tag for M incidents) around the school and freak out each time. I still, to this day in 2021, have feelings for M. And they're strange feelings, because Im obviously in love with my boyfriend and we are getting married asap and I'd never leave him, but I talked over my situation with M with my therapist and she said it was fine.

Anyways, that's the story of M. Check out my diary or M tags for more stories and feelings about him. If you actually read this, thanks, and I hope you enjoy my blog.

#m #diary #s #who is m?

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durianstar · 7 years

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HEY OK I DID SOME BIOS FOR HISAO AND MASAKO A WHILE BACK SO. HAVE THESE SKETCHES AND INFO UNDER THE CUT

FACTS ON MASAKO WAKABAYASHI:

17, 2nd year of highschool. 5’6”, 130~ish lbs.

hyperintrovert. despises people. interacting with others is a chore. zero social skills

empathy problems. cannot imagine why anyone would go out of their way to help people on their own. her own self interest is her priority. doesn't care if she hurts someone or their feelings. she does mind her own business though and can’t understand why people would ever start drama

uses her mind control for petty stuff (better grades, more money from her uncle, if someone is coming up to talk to her she can turn them around, etc. her mind control is very powerful but the other person is vaguely aware they’re getting controlled and so if she tried getting them to do something big like attacking someone else they would know.) keeps her powers a definite secret, doesn’t want any attention over it from others

secretly desires a companion where they could just chill and talk about hobbies. craves a real personal connection but she doesn’t even know she wants it. who’d want to talk to her anyways she's difficult. “no one understands me”

honestly just really depressed and disaffected. she’d be a lot nicer if she was happier but she hates her parents she hates her school and she hates the system

enjoys basketball, pretty good at it. knows krav maga (mom is from israel, taught her what she knew from the IDF because masako was genuinely interested. she was like 7 when she was learning though)

not really all that smart. the glasses make her look clever but she's bad at math and studying is her worst nightmare. she’s also terrible at articulating her thoughts. that being said she's very good at writing

relatively interested in fashion. dresses nice in general and keeps her appearance tidy

her clothes smell like mothballs though. her uncle puts them everywhere. she fucking hates it

her hair is naturally mousy, dyes it red with henna. very soft tresses

quite pretty. gentle features, severe eyes and clear skin. has a couple of secret admirers but she’s scary and they would never interact with her

has a lot of story ideas but her characters fall flat. enjoys writing in general though

likes music. listens to everything but enjoys ambient creepy-sounding stuff and kpop girl groups

lives with her uncle on her dad’s side because her parents are always on trips and they need someone to watch her

her and her uncle don’t really get along. he’s very kind but he’s always worrying over her. she hates it when he does that because it actually does makes her feel bad when he’s just trying to help and she snaps at him

she’s fond of him. although they have nothing in common he cooks dinner every night and tries his best to understand how she feels. he's way better than her parents (never there for her, fed up with her attitude, always blamed her for everything, never spent any time with her, never encouraged her hobbies). sometimes she’ll buy him a nice outfit for his birthday with the money she accumulates on new years

fast metabolism. she eats A Lot

favorite food is soup of all types. rice and miso soup is her go-to meal. jewish style chicken soup as well

and yeah she's technically jewish since her mom is. japanese jew

uses “あたし (atashi)” to refer to herself around strangers. uses “あたい (atai)” around her uncle and hisao.

cv: miyuki sawashiro (the deep voiced tough girl voice. the intimidating one)

FACTS ON HISAO EGAWA:

23, draws on commission and works at mcdonalds. 5’3”. also like 130~ish lbs

disgusting

sorta introverted but very outgoing. hes got a couple friends he can kick it with

he lives in his van for sure, can’t afford his own place to live. he lives in his mom’s apartment parking lot

bipolar. can’t keep an office job because his manic episodes are pretty severe and he does get mildly psychotic.

does a lot of illegal shit on the daily. like regular drug use and brewing alcohol at his friend’s crib. probably doing a whole bunch of other shit too while possessed.

has tattoos on both shoulders cuz his friend in the Yamaguchi-gumi did them for him.

speaking of the yamaguchi-gumi like he’s got a Few Friends In The Yakuza. he’s considered joining but he doesn’t want to cut ties with his mom

his pixiv is full of fucking porn like it is absolutely swamped with it. if something isn’t r18 it's definitely suggestive. prominent BL-artist but he draws women sometimes. big on saigenos

actually very smart. he was one of the best in his class all throughout middle school but mental illness ruins everything and at that point his priority was mostly on not killing himself. he didn't go to college

also the cool guy in his school when he wasn’t the shortest. was definitely the short one in highschool and was also suicidal so he was substantially less popular then. people started realizing he was poor and vulnerable around that time too so he suffered a Little Bit Of Bullying but he would beat the shit outta anyone that started a physical confrontation with him. started smoking cigarettes around his 3rd year of highschool. started befriending delinquents and other lower-class teens

he used to be the ace of his school’s ping pong team. stopped going to practice during an episode and got cut from the team

he really loves his mom a lot and he feels really bad for her because she's poor too so he’s determined to help her out as much as he can. he doesn't wanna be an economic burden on her

she used to be an escort but now she’s a nurse (and was part of the yakuza as well but she left when she got pregnant). hisao is illegitimate

has a lot of trouble with commitments. he is, however, determined to make a manga

his story ideas tend to be pretty dull but he can draw characters and dialogue with intense skill

he knows so many damn ghosts and he's friends with like all of em. he prefers them to living people much more since they don’t treat him like he’s an untouchable

no boyfriend or girlfriend. too busy being a loser. he really wants one too but he doesn’t fucking deserve it

terrible fashion sense he just puts on whatever he sees first and slathers himself in antiperspirant

shitty skin. the freckles on his face are mostly hyperpigmented spots where acne used to be. he still gets the occasional pimple on his scalp or hairline. the oiliest

he doesn't keep anything clean like ever. everything that's his is either messy and/or unsanitary

hes like. genuinely a nice person but circumstances had kinda led him to his garbage man persona. always gives a couple dollars to beggars and helps the elderly across the street.

he’s also pretty charismatic in general. he knows how to work the system

listens to speedcore and other garbage like that

LOVES KIDS he's so good with little children he even applied to work at a daycare but they didn't like his vibe and also he has zero professional experience

will eat everything. anything. not picky at all. he does like fruit and bread a lot though

also knows how to cook pretty well. had to prepare dishes for his mom when she was ill (all the time)

uses “おれ (ore)” around basically everyone because he doesn’t give a shit but “私 (watashi)” in restaurants and stuff. he isn’t rude at all he’s just a little coarse.

cv: kazuhiko inoue (like how he sounds when he’s playing a nerd character)

#hisao #masako #drawing #oc #so. basically its just Depression Corner w/ these two #both troubled. both with powers #hisao still sees ghosts but also his psychic barrier is REALLY strong. he cant fight at all tho. hes a human shield

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almost-random-stuff · 7 years

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translation of “Il Volo” on Radio2 Social Club on February 15th, 2017

Translation of the interview to Il Volo, on Radio2 Social Club, on February 15th, 2017. With Luca Barbarossa and Andrea Perroni. The program name is “Social Club”

Link for listen it all: http://www.radio2socialclub.rai.it/dl/portaleRadio/media/ContentItem-99a4d441-4992-4f40-a3fa-1995c46d0071.html#

After the last interview (on RTL102.5), here's another! the boys do not come immediately, but after a while… short while (after second photo if you want to jump)! It was a good interview, and the boys seem to have a lot of fun, as we had listening to them. They sang good songs (link at the bottom), and improvised some other ones. They talked a bit about the Album, relationships, and food. Then they joked a little about the criticism that are sometimes made to them.

Some info before you start:

Luca Barbarossa is an Italian singer/songwriter and radio host, who wrote songs like "Il Canto" sung by Pavarotti before of Il Volo, and "Portami a ballare" of which Piero makes an impromptu cover here accompanied by Gian, Ignazio and the other. Andrea Perroni is an Italian actor, comedian and imitator.

In this program there is a band playing live, that accompanies the various guests. The Social Band consists of: Stefano Cenci (Musical Director, Piano, Keyboards); Meki Marturano (Drums, Percussion); Claudio Trippa (Electric Guitar)

Let’s start!!! (sorry for the mistakes)

LB: Here we are at Radio 2 Social club, live from the C room of Via Asiago in Rome, with our audience for great occasions, because today is a great occasion, then I will tell you why. Here with us, exceptionally, almost awake Andrea Perroni! AP: Thank you, huh, almost awake, it’s true. It’s 14:35 …I spent a great S. Valentine- LB: You? But you are single! AP: -What? LB: You are single. What have you done? Invited yourself to dinner? AP: No, I invited a friend of mine ... a meeting ... LB: Ah! (to the audience) Did you understand?! AP: I make a gift- LB: a gift? AP: a little something LB: Ah, what did you buy? AP: Well, you know these shops where they sell these particular things... LB: Oh, I see... AP: No! What did you understand ?! Lingerie LB: Ah, I thought a sex shop ... So an outfit for the night... AP: Yes. I have to say that the Romans are brilliant, because coming out of the store with the envelopes in hand... there was a gentleman leaning against the wall, you know those- LB: Those who watch. AP: That's right! In Rome they take confidence, you know. I went out with the envelopes with the brand of the store- LB: So one could guess what you bought. AP: Yes, the man connected store and S. Valentine day, and told me ''ah, Peró- [“Peró” short with Roman accent for Perroni]

LB: he had also recognized you? AP: Yes. "ah Peró, first you put them on, than you put them off… You could have saved the money! " LB: Ahahahah! What you call privacy! AP: But the concept is very nice ... to save money. LB: Things that can happen only in Rome. Theme song!

Radio2SocialClub theme song AP: However, I want to clarify, it was a total failure. I’ve not put them on, nor I put them off. It was a total failure because she has not even get to dinner Laughter in studio LB: Now we do not want to go into details ... we are not like the gentleman that stopped you. AP: But now I’ve lingerie complete, size 38, and I do not wear them. LB: How much? (money for buy it) AP: I paid 25, and give it for 10. It’s cute, it has little zebra and camels on it. LB: To get me going little zebra are not enough. There is a beautiful thing that happened in a wine bar/restaurant in Padova: the owner has done a discount on dinner bill for "polite child". Because it was a table with 5-6 adults and some more children between 4-8 years old, and he was pleased that children not only had no phones tablet and stuff, they were so well mannered that, at the end, he did not know how to express his pleasure, how to thank them, and so he made the discount " polite children." Now it will be full of parents, out there, who give slaps to their children " shut up!" AP: imagine the looks on the fathers faces at dinner now. LB: Today we will have as guests, at Radio2 Social Club, some singers who have assets in their career even a victory at the Sanremo Festival. When they passed in Italy won the festival, then they recur to go around the world. And (now a song of) another friend of ours, who was a protagonist of this festival, very well in both the cover-evening and the evenings for the new songs, our friend Paola Turci with “fatti bella per te” [really nice song title more or less “make you beautiful for yourself”] Song “fatti bella per te”

LB: Paola Turci! We wait her here in the studio! AP: come when you want! LB: I do not know how many singers in history can boast a calendar like this (dates and locations of the Il Volo tour), today they come from Berlin... to make you understand who they are… I only say that they didn’t go to Trump, but here to me, President of the Nazionale Cantanti [the “national singers” football team that in Italy play for beneficence] they are coming! applause AP: Il Volo! LB: Here they are, welcome back! GG: Hello everyone! PB: Goodmorning President! GG: but do you really want to put on the same level a nice football game and that? [the political event] L B: Are we kidding? GG: And we love Mexicans too. LB: you are for the overthrow of the walls IB: For par condicio I have the mustache AP: like Zorro LB: Yes, Ignazio has mustache like Zorro. Guys, today you come from Berlin, what have you done there? IB: eh, we knocked down the last piece of wall LB: laughs GG: We are promoting the new CD. Which is a rock'n'roll CD, more than ever. It is a tribute to the three tenors. AP: laughs LB: Notte Magica, a tribute to the Three Tenors. I have lived through that period because is the period when I wrote for Pavarotti “Il Canto”, that you have sung fantastically with Placido Domingo. Things return home. I had written, only the text because the music is written by Maestro Musumarra, and it was for Domingo at the beginning, then the project went to Pavarotti and now you've brought it home- PB: But tell me one thing, Do you got the money for it? AP: But what do you care? Laughter in the studio AP: Looks how he’s cynical, materialist… LB: I have to ask my wife about it, because money don’t ever pass from me… PB: great loud laugh LB: Love (to his wife, that is in studio) what have you done-? AP: to the money from Il Canto laughter

LB: So, Notte Magica is dedicated to the Three Tenors. Why, young tenors like you [poor Gian LOL], did a tribute to three tenors of this level? Are you not afraid of confrontation? PB: (uncertain) yes- IB: Afraid of confrontation, No. Because we don’t want to compare with them, but from the beginning it was conceived as a way to remember these great of international music. We've grown a bit with them, watching videos of the three tenors, and we said “we're young-”… for good or for bad the repertoire was almost equal, to 70% of Neapolitan and Italian classics, missing just a few opera aria… and we said “why don’t we do it? Why don’t we remember those who have been our idols?” And we decided to do this project. GG: Then, vintage always comes back... for example, also, I have very much appreciated “De Gregori canta Bob Dylan”… is beautiful. Italian artists do a lot of tribute. LB: surely GG: I think it is beautiful to sing not only your own songs, but also do tribute to great artists AP: In this case is perfectly right. Who, if not them, could do it? Even among Italians actors there is this fashion, perhaps because when one stands still- LB: when one does not work for a while AP: when one does not work for a while FB: recycled AP: like “how are you?” “I'm doing a tribute” FB: to whom? AP: Do not know... Gaber LB: you're talking about Neri Marcorè, I get it! AP: Neri Marcorè does just tributes, everything rather than staying at home! [he’s an Italian actor who is doing now a show in which he tribute Gaber, among other.] LB: Stop it! GG: You said Gaber! Stacchetto! (Start singing and the audience begins to clap and the band to play) “io non mi sento italiano ma per fortuna o purtroppo lo sono” [an Italian song by Gaber that says “I do not feel Italian, but fortunately or un fortunately I am”]

The band and audience go on but Gian stops

GG: … just that.

laughter LB: ... just that! Improvised! I want to hear these three magical voices sings “Libiamo”, but we are also going to listen to absolutely unusual things, live, by Il Volo. song “Libiamo” from Notte Magica LB: We must say that they surely have voices! The guys of the playlist -studio are pointing the rifle on us (because the piece is not very radio) AP: they’re pointing I to us. LB: we are also live on Facebook now! Radio2 Social Club, with Il Volo. As we said before, dear Ignazio, now you make us this gift, to make us listen a little things that are beyond your [of the group] musical repertoire. IB: Yes, because all three of us have passions, idols, for different musical genres. One of my biggest idols was Pino Daniele... about who will also coming soon a movie, I can not wait... we will be in America, but I will find a way to see it sooner or later ... PB: also my idol was Pino: Pino granita IB: ... come on, really… LB: Who is he? IB: At his home there is one who is called Pino and that makes granite... never mind. So I decided to sing a few pieces of my great idol... he (pointing Piero) still thinks of granita. LB: Live, Ignazio, "Annarè" and “'O Scarrafone”, on Social Club. Ignazio sings So energetic! Great acute, as always. Applause at the end.

GG: (fan-boy mood) Have you heard his clear voice? The high notes! I can’t get there even if- IB: If you squeeze certain things you can do it [talking about testicles] GG: wrists! IB: wrists! sure. AP: (with a tablet in his hands) Here they greet us even from Miami! We are getting good visibility from this... LB: (in English) Thanks guys! GG: (in English) Thank you so much for following us! AP: What did you say? LB: Gianluca, it was your birthday recently, among other things. GG: I turned 22 three days ago! LB: (to the audience) Got it? These twenty years old are already touring the world. AP: (joking) a shameful thing. LB: There are many who are writing us, because you can hear and watch us live, on web, they are writing to us from around the world. How many followers do you have? Gianluca greets in Spanish some fans following from Argentina and Mexico etc. AP: here you have to speak Italian! LB: He is gone! [“lo abbiamo perso” way for saying “we lost him”] AP: What did you say? Who you greeted? IB: (joking but with a serious tone) Here if you want there is Piero who can speak Chinese. LB: Come on Piero let us hear it. PB: no, I can’t do it on radio [because he used to imitate Chinese’s eyes to complete the imitation. Before haters start, it's not something offensive: it's like putting glasses to mimic Piero...or putting a broom on your hair to mimic me…. Even if: Piero there was the live video on FB!!] LB: Don’t say “involtini primavera” cause everyone know it! Laughs AP: here they write "great, beautiful, talented, please," this is a prayer “stay simple" LB: “stay simple"... Why? What did they do? AP: People are afraid that they might get big-head. GG: (speaking of followers) there is a video that has made many views on my personal facebook, usually they have not so many views because it is a personal thing. That video has made so many because in China I made a Chinese girl speaks Abruzzese. I said, “Gnà ‘sti?” and she said (imitating girl’s voice) “Stìnghe bbon' ” [“come stai? -How are you?” and “sto bene.- I’m good.”] Laughter and congratulations. AP: Here someone is writing also from Costa Rica, Angelica… Angelica, I must come soon to Costa Rica, if you could be my guest it would be great! LB: Sometimes, usually when someone get successful so young, the concern of everyone is "will they get big-head?" "Will they be able to stay down to earth?" Apart from the fact that there are Michele Torpedine, Danilo Ciotti, true professionals behind you- Applause

LB: -I believe that you have behind you, all of you, very strong families and very affectionate too, and every time I see you I always find you in great shape, with the humility of all time before and with the same passion for music. PB: But you say so- Andrea interrupted him with one hand AP: sorry but there is a request "Gian, sing Can’t stop the feeling" IB: I’m with you .... Are you ready? GG: Wait! (to the audience) …Because I love Justin Timberlake! and then I do a little imitation- IB: (drawing his attention to) Give me the rhythm! GG: ... but the tone- IB: What does it matter?! Give me the rhythm!! Laughs GG: (Insecure)... ... ... ... Do I go? All: GO!

Laughs

Gianluca sings and Ignazio does the beatbox! Very funny, as always... at some point:

GG: (still on rhythm with music) I do not remember the words... LB: in Abruzzese! GG: (still on rhythm with music) Nun te preoccupà! Choir that get a tone higher every time: Nun te preoccupà! Nun te preoccupà! Nun te preoccupàÀÀÀÀÀÀÀ! [means “don’t worry” in dialect] Gian continues with the song while Ignazio laughs his shit off. Applause at the end LB: Il Volo, with Justin Timberlake! GG: I'm sorry, I did not remember the words! I'm sorry! LB: It was fantastic, especially the part in Abruzzese. We are going to air it every day! AP: Nun te preoccupà! LB: Now commercial break and then we’ll come back. AP: (to the boys) Greet! Ignzio goes to the camera to say hello, the camera runs on Piero (which is almost always shot out for reasons of space) and he sends a kiss.

commercial break

a song by Ermal Meta

LB: Ermal Meta which was hosted by us yesterday and who finished 3th in Sanremo. We are in studio with Il Volo, we are discovering sides of Il Volo we didn’t know. GG: We followed Sanremo this year and I cheered for Ermal Meta. Among other things is a friend and I have supported him on socials [we noticed!] and I’m happy for the result because it came out greatly. I am very happy for Ermal… Ciao Ermal! I love you! You are great! Applause PB: Who will be tomorrow's guest here? LB: Eros Ramazzotti PB: (making fun of Gianluca's fan-boy behavior) So I must say that in this Sanremo festival I cheered so much for Ramazzotti- AP: He was not there LB: there wasn’t Eros. PB: Oh really? (Joking of course) LB: but also that tomorrow there will be Ramazzotti here it’s not true! Laughter (Piero's laugh is unmistakable) LB: listening you singing Justin Timberlake I have to say that gone are the days when the tenors did not know how to go in time with music. Because many tenors, old school’s ones, had a tendency to dilate, and the orchestra had to adapt to the singer-timing PB: Let's say, in the French way, “andavano per I cazzi loro” [a vulgar way for saying “for they own way” and we use to say, ironically, "francesismo" when we use a dirty word because French is considered an elegant language, so… for jokes. But in an interview Piero said that the first time they sing together “’O sole mio” he told the Orchestra to stop at his point, let him sing, and follow him…he was 16 LOL ] Laughs with strumental "applause" from the band behind LB: Exact... French definitely often use this expression hahaha Laughs LB: Listen Gianluca, but I know you've also liked Fiorella Mannoia, that in the evening dedicated to cover chose a stratospheric song of Francesco De Gregori. GG: Yes I loved her too [we understand this too from your tweets] I’m also a fan of her, in particular one of her songs, called “In Viaggio”, in the 2014 disc, which is beautiful. Then thanks to my father I grew up listening to De Andrè, De Gregori... Gaber. (joking) Il Volo can be radical chic sometimes... [in reference to the criticism of being radical chic that they received] laughs GG: It is not just pizza and mandolino. Not so. AP: why pizza and mandolin? [Is what some haters write] LB: and why radical chic excuse me? singing De Gregori became radical chic? GG: ... no no ... in fact. LB: you have refined tastes, Stevie Wonder and Pino Daniele, for Ignazio. And now we listen, in a new guise for us, Gianluca in "Sempre e per sempre", live with the Social Band, Francesco de Gregori. Applause Song "Sempre e per sempre"

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LB: the version of Gianluca of Il Volo, "Sempre e per sempre”, beautiful voice. …Beautiful voice, charming indeed, but have you seen... there Sebastianello [the cameraman] is shooting... have you seen how Gianluca looks at the camera? Huh? AP: acchiappesco. [it’s a word that does not exist but sounds like “That Catch” in a funny way] LB: Watch Sebastianello’s belly…. He’s pregnant! Laughs GG is laughing in the background for the word "acchiappesco" AP: he remained pregnant for acchiappesco look. But who is the lover of the three of you? LB: eh come on! Here the cleanest has the mange! [literally. It’s a way of saying that who’s better is still bad. In this case to say that who pick up less girls still pick up a lot.] AP: but who pick up more? LB: if anything, who is the fastest? Because sooner or later they all pick up. IB: He! Laughs LB: he has indicated them both! IB: I’m neutral LB: but there is one of three that maybe is a little more romantic? who falls in love, that would like- PB: in the middle! LB: Ignazio! IB: Yes, it's true LB: the one that says "no, let’s not leave, let’s stay here. I found the woman of my life…" AP: romance is Calabrian IB: (grumpy) you are Calabrian LB: he is Sicilian! AP: yes, ok, but is not an offense! we greet the Calabrian! IB: no, but there you eat nduja and we eat the cannoli, it is different. LB: here [in the messages], are loudly asking Gianluca to do an imitation of Tiziano Ferro GG: (surprised) really? IB: (acute and desperate voice) but why ?! Why, I ask you? LB: (to Gianluca) you steal the job to Perroni. Music starts GG: ... but what song is this? LB: "La differenza tra me e te", do you know it? Gianluca sing, sometimes with Andrea IB: (in the middle of the song) Go Calabria!!! LB: why?? Ignazio long laugh long funny suffered final note LB: possessed! Laughs AP: because he [Tiziano Ferro] on the end calls the gulls, generally. IB: seemed more Roby Facchinetti PB: (imitating him) Thanks! LB: The nice thing about these guys is that they play, joke, but then they sing “Nessun Dorma” and kill you.

AP: Exactly IB: but for the voices or for the breath? Laughter musical applause from the band LB: a little for both GG: This was funny! [Ignazio’s joke] LB: So Piero, we know that he eats granite, I understood, from his friend Pino- PB: (quietly and sadly) the nutritionist has forbidden me everything. LB: everything? PB: everything. LB: But why? You're in good shape! AP: but granita is water! LB: yes! Then Ignazio instead goes from pasta to sushi, I understand ... IB: I'm like this ... I alternate periods of diets to... LB: you ate everything, an omnivore. IB: Yes, however, I eat only healthy foods: an healthy whole baking sheet of pasta, a healthy whole rabbit... Laughs IB: it's all healthy LB: You don’t do portion IB: no no no LB: you eat the whole baking sheet IB: the nutritionist told me to eat healthy. LB: and you, Gianluca? What do you eat? Italians have this problem, when around the world, for a few days we'll get it on well, eating foreign food, but then there is nostalgia for the Italian one [this is Piero, in fact, he said it on the interview to Rolling Stone Italy] GG: but Can I say it?... I don’t want doing commercial to Ferrero…. Nutella! Can I tell it, right? LB: Yes, cause Nutella did not need advertise GG: I ate so much Nutella, an excess of Nutella, that I became lactose intolerant! Think of it. Because the fans around the world, give me big jars of Nutella and in two months of touring in America we brought home 40 jars of Nutella! IB: (joking) a Montepagano opened a Nutella Store. Laughs AP: Gianluca no longer grow hair, grow oil palm leaves. Laughs GG: Unfortunately, they told me that I became lactose intolerant ... do you realize it? I am suffering! LB: But there are some imitation brands that I can not mention, who do the simil-nutella lactose free. I know. GG: I know. LB: I know because I eat a lot of it GG: Me too. IB: Lately when fans brought him Nutella he said "No, no! I’m intolerant, give me something else…" Laughs GG: ... I did not understand this... Laughs AP: (laughter) What a bastard! Laughs LB: I think the fans bring Nutella to spread it on him and massage him! Now, we will listen to another star of this festival which we liked very much AP: When will she comes here to see us? LB: Are you in love? Elodie, "Tutta colpa mia" [“all my fault”, beautiful voice!] Song "Tutta colpa mia"

In studio we hear Piero singing Elodie’s song (greatly! The song fits his voice well!) LB: It was me! I was singing like this! This is my voice! ....No, it is not true: it was Piero who sang with the harmonization of his friends. IB: At last we tried to. GG: We should greet Elodie too, and she is not just a good singer ... [is also a beautiful girl] AP: But stop it! LB: ammazza! [literally “kill” an exclamation used like “Oh my God!”] GG: -and she wore a beautiful Armani white dress... oh my God! Sorry! I am saying a bit of brands name! AP: Do not worry. LB: It was stitched together by Armani and Nutella. Laughs PB: (making fun of Gian’s habit of saying brand name) she also wore Victoria's secret underwear. Laughs LB: Do you want to say some other brand? Laughs LB: Do you want to greet the FIAT? IB: No, he says it just because it does it as a sponsor LB: Piero, testimonial of Vistoria's secret! Laughs LB: Piero: a tenor with thong. Piero’s laughter LB: Listen, when you are around the world what is that you miss most about home? PB: Everything. We’re Italians in the blood and can’t wait to return to Italy from the tour... we haven’t said the dates ... LB: We’ll say it at the end. PB: I know them all, because, you have to know, I’m the PR of the group. In fact, my name is Piero. IB: These are his consonants. LB: Now we have the meteo, and then we’ll come back with Il Volo that will tell us also the stages of their world tour.

Jingle of the program sung by Gianni Morandi LB: Morandi’s voice brings us together! Yesterday he made on Social a dedication to his wife, Anna, and has become viral. For Valentine he was singing "Senza te", of Baglioni, and you saw all the photos, marriage etc. Now, Il Volo with Placido Domingo, Notte Magica. In how many song Domingo was director, in this album? PB: We allowed ourselves to do this tribute because, somehow, there was the participation of all three. Placido Domingo, as you saw, was on stage with us, he has directed seven songs and sung "Non ti scordar di me" with us. We received the "good luck" by José Carreras, but mostly we had the cooperation and support of Fondazione Pavarotti- IB: Nicoletta Mantovani [the widow of Luciano] Applause LB: What kind of person is Domingo? PB: Placido is a character... last year we were in Taormina, we were in the pool, getting tan- GG: Listen how he tells all the details "we were in the pool… relaxing" PB: laughs -we were in the pool, Michele comes with a suggestion, how about doing a tribute to the three tenors? Our first thought was to call Domingo and see what he thought of this project. He said (in Spanish) "is a wonderful idea, and I want to be on stage with you!" So I was just like "Michele, let’s start working". Just like that. Laughs. LB: Just like that. You see, while they are in the pool how many things happen... but many other good things will happen because you have three magical voices- AP: for me at the pool came the police instead LB: …Did you made an abusive pool!? AP: no is that I had not paid the entrance

LB: ah, not in your garden ?! AP: no no. LB: Piero, out of the three, you are the most... classic, the most- IB: laughs LB: Ignazio why are you laughing? No, seriously. I ask because it seems to me so. PB: I have always studied and are more inclined to opera, classical music, that is my greatest passion. You never stop learning, to achieve the objectives, and of setting goals in life- AP: But you've pointed out: "I have always studied” like saying that instead the others two... Laughs GG: But it's true. For example, I have always listen Bocelli, but the more pop side of him, then as a child I listened to Alex Baroni... And actually (voice that says he doesn’t like it), when I am called Baritone…it’s not..

LB: You don’t find yourself in it. GG: I like to be called a singer, not a tenor or a baritone. Of the three, probably, I’m who feel less classical. IB: yes GG: Then, I'm wrong because I do not study. And this is a big mistake. I'm not proud of it, I should not say it, but I want to be honest with you, I don’t study a lot, especially lirica. IB: Only honest with you and a few million that are listening. Laughs IB: Is a reserved thing. Laughs LB: (to Gianluca) but it seems to me that you aren’t lacking in something. But now, Piero, with your classic setting, we do an experiment never attempted. Here on Radio2 Social Club, Piero will do a cover, with Maestro Cenci at the piano, of a great song of Riccardo Cocciante, of which there is also a famous version of Rino Gaetano, that everyone knows. The song is "A mano a mano", Piero, Il Volo, live here. Song "A mano a mano"

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LB: "A mano a mano" by Piero. The audience here is listening a real unreleased concert because the boys of Il Volo are venturing in an unusual repertoire compared to the classics. Compliments. -Here Andrea Perroni does the imitation of a very unfriendly critic (not Sgarbi, another one, because sadly we have a lot of that) named Cruciani. He immediately starts with vulgar criticism and a series of insults that are usually said to Il Volo by some critics and haters. The boys joke with him a little when AP/Cruciani asks:

AP: why do you not answer me? IB: Because we are waiting some help from uncle Luca (Luca Barbarossa, who is not really their uncle) who knows you more and knows how to talk with you... AP/Cruciani goes on with criticism PB: But who the fuck are you? AP: Oh, I like that, I like it! GG (joking softly): ah, you have to be friendly with him… Some other rant, and then: AP: Sanremo is the tomb of a singer’s career. Hear what wikipedia says about you three "a trio composed of three twenty-somethings who seem your grandfather" What hobbies do you have? Bowls? GG: yours sister’s ones [“Bocce” means bowls, a stuff sometimes considered for old people, but is also a slang used to say tits] Laughs AP: oh, I like it! I like battles! Who said it? GG: Me… Gianluca ... if you dare speak like that I can answer… can’t I? AP: Yes! I like confrontation! Some other rant, and then: AP: How did it go this story with Trump? IB: So the tour...uhm… AP: It was all a fake! PB: you talk just for envy, because you wanted to go there, but because his wife is beautiful! Laughs AP: There’s Torpedine? Then listen to what he said of these three "they are a big mistake, that can’t sing karaoke to school party! In two years I’ll send them to fuck off! I already spotted an eight year old who sings like Callasi" he said so. [Below you understand why instead of Callas he says Callasi] IB: (joking) It was Torpedine or Sgarbi? MT: (Michele enter) Must have been that comedian who do imitations of Sgarbi and Cruciani… Jingle of Radio2 Social Club Song by Marco Masini "spostato di un secondo" LB: Marco Masini at Radio 2 social club, with Il Volo. Now advertising, then we will be back.

Jingle of Radio2 Social Club LB: Radio 2 Social Club, with Il Volo! AP: (who is now not doing imitation, just himself) With two-thirds of Il Volo, because sometimes Gianluca disappears... I don’t know where he goes, sometimes he get lost in the corridors of Radio2 LB: He go getting phone numbers from girls GG (from distance): No, it is not true! LB: I've seen it, I see it all... and one of them was my wife. laughter LB: I suffered in silence... because I understand- AP: Well, he gives much of himself [idk how translate it. “si dà molto” is literally “he gives much of himself” and it’s used to say that someone is really warm-hearted and loving] LB: -a younger singer who already has more success- GG (now again near the microphone): I'm just- LB: -how can I don’t understand it? But, you know, you should take 3 children, the dogs, the cat and the Romanian nanny [if he steals his wife] GG: I'm just very loving. Just that. LB: OK… This comforts me! Before we didn’t say the Italian dates. Who want to say them? IB: Piero tells them, he is the PR LB: Piero you tell them… Do you know them by heart? PB: (tells the dates and the band start playing suspense music, like TV program where you have to guess the answer... he skips a few dates) IB: (in Sicilian) and all those in between? AP: laughs –Can you repeat? IB: those in between! PB: (goes on) GG: (adds some forgotten) LB: and if you want to go to London (-dates) IB: and by the way in London there will be a friend of our. PB: Tall GG: with glasses and beard IB: tall but short [like for the RTL102.5 interview…idk how translate it: “basso” in Italian is used for both “short” and “deep”, like “alto” is used for both “tall” and “high”. He is tall but with deep voice] GG: bald PB: (to AP) You guess who, Cruciani!

laughter GG: we summarize. Tall, bald, beard, glasses. IB: Has six children- PB: seven IB: -no television at home AP: Mario Biondi! LB: Ciao to Mario Biondi! Who also made a beautiful cover of "portami a ballare" [lit. “take me to dance”, by Barbarossa] .... When will you three make a cover of "portami a ballare" for me? PB: Do you know that I listen it while I shower? At home I did the sound system and it is in my playlist… The band start playing PB: I do not remember the text though (start singing "portami a ballare", confusing some word) LB suggests the text to Piero so he can sing GG and IB join singing doing some background music. Ignazio is doing a sound similar to a trumpet. LB: Ignazio is doing the trumpet... he is destroying it hahaha [actually was “me la sta uccidendo” which is used when someone is killing/destroying something yours] Piero sings. There is a choir, and in background Ignazio start joking screaming random stuff They get on tune with each other but with Ignazio that every time the song says "ciao Mamma" he says "ciao" to some Italian cities, like “ciao Milano” or “ciao Roma”.

Result: Well singed and funny af. At the end PB don’t remember how to finish and just said "ahhmahah" IB: (joking) the last sentence was really beautiful! LB: (laughing) No, it was very good, apart from that scoundrel Ignazio! GG: he did Fabrizio Bosso [Italian trumpeter] LB: You have to do a cover! I am convinced that with three voices would be a splendid job! PB: Do you know why he says it? For SIAE rights! [kind of copyright that would give the author some money] Laughs LB: Sure, what else? AP: that’s why he asks it to everybody. LB: Now Jax Jones "you do not know me" Song "you do not know me" At the end of the song you can hear "The callasi" mixed in, with Andrea’s voice when he imitated Cruciani LB: (laughing) I want an applause! Because there are people, not here, that when read “Callas!” read it like “Callasi”, reading the “!” like an “I” AP: The Callasi Applause IB: I defend it because it sound like a Sicilian thing AP: thanks Ignazio! LB: Do not defend this clown, take the distances, remember that is who did imitation of Cruciani AP: a joke is a joke, is something else! LB: let’s end it reminding the dates (dates of the tour) And now we wish you good luck for this tour. When will you get a break? PB: In August. I want to say that the repertoire of this tour will be the one of this album, a tribute to the three tenors [I hope they are ready, it is a difficult one to sing so often!] GG: I can, if you allow me, greet my beloved land, Abruzzo, which has not passed a delightful time in this last month. Applause LB: and you were also particularly attached to the structure in Rigopiano GG: yes .. LB: It was a wound for the whole country. And with the Nazionale Cantanti we are organizing initiatives. The other night, in Sanremo, we met for dinner with the Mayor of Amatrice [one of the Italian towns destroyed by the earthquake] for initiatives that we will do all together, and I invite you already if you are available- IB: we always are PB: ok President! LB: the Partita del Cuore [lit. “Game of heart”] this year will be in late May at the Juventus Stadium, a portion of the profits will be donated to scientific research and another for earthquake victims. GG: we too are organizing an event, still in early stage… let's see what we can do for my land. LB: The boys are, among other things, also good football players, what do you want more? [well, Piero not so much LOL but he’s good with tennis!] IB: Before leaving, however, we want to say thank you- GG: (joking) only to you but not to Andrea [because Piero said “tu” -second person singular- and not “voi” -second person plural. In English both “you”] IB: to you both, because you feel like home. Before we were talking... seriously, a friend, but not only that. More than that. GG: (joking) you're not like a father, you are like a grandfather! PB: (joking) And you Andrea, really, you're more than a man IB: you're not even a woman[the joke is a bit lost on the translation because we say like “you are not even a-” to say “you are more than-”, so it sound like “you are not even a man, nor even a woman”] Laughs LB: we end with “Nessun Dorma” by Il Volo GG: "Nessun dorma" get up! [again: “nessun dorma” lit. means “nobody sleep” like an order] IB and PB: bye! song “Nessun dorma”

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What do you think?

Link!!!

Ignazio singing Pino Daniele: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPL450ZCsFQ

Piero singing “A mano a mano”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zl-C2nv_VWo

Gian singing “Sempre e per sempre”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PWii0Vb_a4

Link with translation of “Sempre e per sempre”: http://tiretochooseanotherusername.tumblr.com/post/157605094258/sempre-e-per-sempre-di-francesco-de-gregori

Gian teaching a Chinese girl to speak abruzzese: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7u2czxcGwo

If you want to listen to Ignazio singing random stuff on “Portami a ballare”: http://ignaziobosco.tumblr.com/post/157276585272/look-what-ignazio-is-doing-when-he-doesnt-know

#il volo #translation #interview #il volo interview #il volo translation #piero barone #ignazio boschetto #gianluca ginoble #radio2 #luca barbarossa #andrea perroni #social club

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things I have recently learned or things I am determined to keep on learning (or unlearning, who knows): 01. my purpose is not self-driven, it is world-driven. i am the tiniest, yet most impacting piece. each person hardly means a thing on their own but on their own, they are incredibly effective. and it got backwards, that was defective, but now we are in a critical moment in which we can correct and repair. i am here to repair this. a fingerprint of might. a fight i don't mind setting everything personal aside for. 02. "the less i speak, the more i know." i wish to reach a new level of silence. most conversation at this point is pretty empty anyways. typical conversation that is. if i'm going to speak: i want it to leak out all my empathy and heart. bareness. otherwise, if it's just mediocre weather awareness, total bullshit, i can keep my lips zipped, there's nothing to gain from that. for me or the other person. 03. i need to keep saying no when i feel like saying no. this has been a very hard lesson to learn, but it has been so entirely beneficial. it keeps my energy safer. it keeps my energy full. it keeps me more whole for more worthy and warmer moments. it helps me own each experience better. also it is far much more relaxing and easier to keep track of a more mindful thought process. helps me dig way deeper in moments that i do want to be a part of, experiences i want to take on, makes the yes moments that much more empowering. 04. after years of not letting myself weigh a pound over 106 (at most), i think i'm at roughly 118 lbs. it's actually amazing to see that sentence begin with "i think" instead of "i know". that shows my major decrease in obsessing and checking my weight multiple times a day, i haven't in weeks, for that matter. i am in love with my curves. my stretch marks. the fact that now, only some details of my rib cage show. i am learning to know the woman that i am. i am learning to fall madly in love with her. no longer starving myself has inspired a level of self-love that i never knew i'd reach, or teach myself to achieve. it is so so beautiful, and for once, i am okay with occupying space in physical form. after all, the space my energy occupies is far larger. and i can't deny that beauty when that energy radiates and glows and dances all around me. i am still so small compared to that. and then compared to the collective energy as a whole, well, then i'm the smallest and yet such a vital part. it maybe doesn't make sense when i say this. but i am also learning to 05. not take it so personally if people cannot understand what i mean. often times, deep down, somewhere buried, somewhere in there - they really do. but fuck! i fell asleep all of this shit too. it doesn't mean i have to shy my views OR shove them. it just means the core truths that are so simplistic and altruistic that so many others have managed to forgot, that at times i myself have forgotten.. they can come out. as simple as they are. and i don't need to expand any further. or get worked up if they look at me like i'm bat-shit crazy. of coourseee they would!!! it's far better to plant a knowledge seed than drop knowledgeable bombs 06. at the same time - i wish to keep more secrets and not give so much of myself away ? contradictions r super coool 07. something i thought of recently that i need to just suck it up and get the nerve to switch instead of saying "how are you" to inevitably hear "good" i want to start saying "tell me one good thing about your day" to literally every stranger i encounter i want to fucking know one good thing about each person's day like imagine if that was a real thing that took off and we just did that when we were checking out at the grocery store like i think more humane and detailed interactions could really save us from all feeling and acting so fucking plugged in and robotic 08. there is no reason to date at this point and time because for real bigger things are happening. i also want to feel no guilt anymore for being the impulsive, passionate, often-taken-over-by-said-passions, always-getting-new-ideas, sometimes introverted, sometimes bored, sometimes craving, sometimes overly brave, sometimes overly shy person that i am. hello!!! we are in constant change in terms of our "self". endlessly reshaping. i am endlessly changing. re-adapting. re-adjusting. re-covering. i don't see anyone actually loving all of my many realizations and idealizations and forms and fluidity and until someone can TRULY do this.... i just don't want to force myself to tie down because fuck, as a whole, our ideas of relationships have changed and every part of my being recalls on past times and past forms where love was a way more unconditional, understanding, accepting, and easy than it is in pattern as of right now. i don't want to re-sign up for what most of my relationships have played out like. i loved so deeply, but maybe i have to grow up a lot more before i can achieve whatever it is i'm talking about, too. next dimension. i'll date there. 09. the reason i miss being alone in the mountains is because god (the universe) was the main being i conversed with. it was ongoing and continual, and because of that, we were aligned. like all beings. like all parts of the universe. i am glad i have come to this conclusion though, because missing that practice that came so so easy out there just fuels all my reason to pack up again to travel more than i stay home i wish to roam because when i roam i am one with the universe and holding hands with god 10. i want to narrow down my wardrobe to three duffel bags worth! very weird specification in hopes of describing that amount. it's just that's how much i had on me for a few months in CO, and seriously, it made me so much more indifferent about outfits and what to wear. the less you have the less you worry, you end up really liking each item you've got

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Installations For The Gram

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Installations For The Gram

“Instagrammable” has become a word of the generation. Be it arranging the perfect brunch layout or snapping a striking outfit shot with stunning backdrops, every experience in life can be an “Instagrammable” moment. In some cases, people travel to specific locations just to capture shots for the gram.

No one knows for sure which came first but there has been a rise of museums for the gram, with iconic exhibits that people could not help but whip out their phone for a FEW Instagram worthy shots. While the exhibits may have bigger goals, there is no doubt that social media especially Instagram has been a major contributor to their success.

With a little help from Popular Chips platform, we will be sharing some of the top posts taken at these places through using hashtags and geotags!

MUSEUM OF ICE CREAM

Museum of Ice Cream Official Site

Rooms filled with hanging yellow and pink bananas, giant ice cream sandwich swings and sprinkle pool – sounds like a scene right out of a kid’s sweetest dream? This place really do exists with walls of millennial pink, life size exhibits and sprinkle pool that you can dive right into for the perfect shot!

First started in 2016, the Museum of Ice Cream has only been to two places so far: New York and San Francisco. In these places, tickets were sold out within five days of opening at New York and for San Francisco, entire six-month run worth of tickets were snatched in 90 minutes.

i scream, you scream, we all scream.. when i blow up the bathroom because i'm lactose intolerant

A post shared by Liza Koshy (@lizzzak) on Sep 2, 2017 at 6:39pm PDT

Museum of Ice Cream pics are on AspynOvard.com today! Have any of you guys been? What did you think? I loved it!!

A post shared by ASPYN OVARD (@aspynovard) on Sep 17, 2017 at 10:02am PDT

Just as I imagined it. It was bananas. 🍌 🍌

A post shared by Arielle Vandenberg (@arielle) on Sep 11, 2017 at 12:45pm PDT

I Learned Gummy Bears Got My Back… Had Phone Calls On A Pink 📞 With Bae… And Had A Sugar Party… all at The #MuseumOfIcecream

A post shared by Ciara (@ciara) on Aug 17, 2017 at 4:04pm PDT

@museumoficecream is now in SF! Hope all my friends get to experience the sprinkle pool ✨🌈

A post shared by Danielle Lombard (@daniellellombard) on Aug 23, 2017 at 1:22pm PDT

Via @insidertravel: The @museumoficecream is what dreams are made of – cotton candy and soft serve, that is. 🍦 #icecreamdreams #insiderart

A post shared by INSIDER art (@insiderart) on Sep 25, 2017 at 1:50pm PDT

Oh you know, just doing a lunge while pressing an 800 lb popsicle, no biggie. 💁🏻 We FINALLY got tickets to the @museumoficecream today. 🍦 It is literally a museum that was created for the purpose of taking cool Instagram photos. They said average time to go through it was 45 min. We took like an hour and a half. Definitely got our money's worth 👍 What's your fave flavor of ice cream? 📸 by @samlivits #blogilates

A post shared by Cassey Ho (@blogilates) on Sep 6, 2017 at 5:29pm PDT

hi mtv welcome to my crib 🍭🍦🍭 @museumoficecream

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29ROOMS BY REFINERY29

29Rooms official site

Refinery29 is the leading digital-media company focused on women with over 500 million audience across all platforms providing its audience with the inspiration and tools to discover and pursue a more independent, stylish, and informed life.

29Rooms is Refinery29’s funhouse of style culture and technology. It invites visitors to create, play and explore the multi-sensory playground with 29 themed rooms that are packed with magic and brimming with inspiration. Tickets for the installation space has been sold out every single year!

@refinery29 's #29rooms is EVERYTHING! Shout out to @alexameadeart for her amazing installation. I am obsessed with her & her work. 🙌🏼🎨p.s. Check out my story for more bts of #29Rooms

A post shared by Victoria Justice (@victoriajustice) on Sep 10, 2017 at 11:27am PDT

⚡️ #nyfw #29rooms

A post shared by Chloe Bennet (@chloebennet) on Sep 7, 2017 at 7:53pm PDT

I feel like we are being watched. #29rooms @dbelicious #harmony @refinery29 @chloexhalle @benjaminshinestudio

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YAY! At 29 Rooms with @refinery29 — Currently in the @dysonhair room testing out their ultra fast hair dryer. Cant wait to take this home, it's a game changer! 💨 #sonicspin #29rooms #ad

A post shared by Tess Christine (@tesschristinexo) on Sep 7, 2017 at 8:32pm PDT

Guys how fun is this @ultabeauty carousel at #29Rooms! So excited to walk through the rest of the rooms to see the other art pieces. Follow me on snapchat to walk through with me😉👻 FoinikaKay #ad #ultabeautyR29 #exteriorglam

A post shared by Foinika Kay (@exteriorglam) on Sep 7, 2017 at 7:05pm PDT

Love Walk ❤️ tonight at @refinery29 #29Rooms w/ @aldo_shoes #aldocrew #ad

A post shared by BRITTANY XAVIER (@thriftsandthreads) on Sep 7, 2017 at 7:23pm PDT

💕💖✨ ice dancing 💃🏽 welcome to my snow beach, where pink is the new black it's always cool to twirl 😝 This pretty little pink snow globe at #29rooms was crafted to celebrate the launch of the dazzling new @juicycouture fragrance Viva la Juicy Glacé #vivaonice 💕 #ad #vivalajuicy

A post shared by Color Me Courtney 🎈 (@colormecourtney) on Sep 7, 2017 at 6:34pm PDT

COLOR FACTORY

Color Factory official site

With 15 interactive color experiences, the two story Color Factory is a place bursting with excitement for all visitors. Visitors can expect to walk through room filled with ribbons, experience tonnes of confetti falling on them and even jump into a bright yellow ball pit for a little fun and Insta-worthy Boomerang!

The creator behind Color Factory, Jordan Ferney, understood the importance of not just the fun experience when visitors are there but also the quality of photos taken. To ensure that each installation would look as good in photos as it did in real life, much thoughts were put into the crafting of the perfect scene.

This San Francisco pop-up museum is an interactive fun house! 🎨#thecolorfactory #insiderart @alyweisman @colorfactoryco

A post shared by INSIDER art (@insiderart) on Aug 17, 2017 at 1:13pm PDT

Color hallway at @colorfactoryco #colorfactoryco

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Peek-a-blue 💙 more on stylecharade.com Read all the details of our visit to @colorfactoryco on the blog! Also, this lace dress is only $64! @liketoknow.it http://liketk.it/2sjT1 #liketkit

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First strings first 🌈 details on the blog Loved spending the morning at @colorfactoryco! More on Insta Stories 📲 @liketoknow.it http://liketk.it/2sift #liketkit

A post shared by Jenn Lake (@jenniferlake) on Aug 5, 2017 at 3:10pm PDT

my afternoon was full of so much COLOR and happiness! 🌈 i had the chance to preview the new @colorfactoryco here in SF, which is an awesome pop-up experience. each room is designed by an incredibly talented artist and all the rooms are so FUN and interactive. see it all on my IG Stories! ❤️💛💚💙💗 Color Factory opens to the public next week, but you can purchase tickets right now! 🎟 anddddd i would highly suggest doing it now before they sell out. thanks to @callme_christine the queen of color for coming with me! #ColorFactoryCo // my dress is on sale, but since it's almost sold out i linked a bunch of fun 🍊dresses here: http://liketk.it/2scbO #liketkit @liketoknow.it #ltkunder50

A post shared by sarah tripp (@sassyredlipstick) on Jul 27, 2017 at 8:23pm PDT

There are over 200,000 yellow balls in our epic ball pit. 💛 (photo by @4theloveoftoys) #colorfactoryco

A post shared by Color Factory (@colorfactoryco) on Sep 7, 2017 at 2:38pm PDT

The confetti room at the @colorfactoryco 🎉😍🌈✨💕 I cannot wait to post my blog today! Check my ig stories !!!! #colorfactory #sf #thecolorgang #color #museum #colorfactoryco

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dreams do come true 💡🔌 giant #litebrite (like, literally, bigger than my bedroom)" #colorfactoryco

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Visiting a museum in this social media generation is beyond just the art, it is about capturing themselves within the spaces and recreating the perfect “Instagram” moment.

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