#and i think that's one of the strangest coincidences of my life

[browngurl99]

Anime fans and Manga fans be praying together to Bappa to bring Gojo back

#context: There is a 10 day long Hindu Festival in which Lord Ganesh is worshiped. Ch 236 and s2 ep9 were both released during the festival. #and i think that's one of the strangest coincidences of my life #jjk spoilers

[hrrorflm]

I want to hear you.

Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader.

Warnings: fluff, a lot of fluff, English isn't my first language, age gap, slight mentions of sex.

It had been a pair of difficult days for you, between school and the problems at home, aside your own problems between missing Sebastian for his job and your insecurities hitting all the time for feeling not being enough as a friend and a girlfriend, everything makes you feel bad and sad. At least today was friday, which means you can be able to have some rest from the major part of your responsabilities and enjoy some time for yourself but still something was bother you. And the fact of your mother taking it out on you for a fight with her boyfriend was not the way you wanted to be welcomed home after a very long and tiring day.

The walk to your room feels like you're walking a hundred miles, until you finally walk in and the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, the low sobs and the pounding of your fists against your legs become all you can think about. Dropping the backpack on the floor, the best thing you can do is shorten the distance between your tired body and the bed, just to drop there and hug yourself. How much you wish you were in Sebastian's arms right now, listening to his soft, calm voice with that accent you can still make out perfectly, taunting him every time he tries to hide it and it comes out.

There is nothing in the world that can make you feel happier and safer than Sebastian, listening to him talk to you, whispering sweet words in your ear and putting his arms around you every time he is close to you. And like a divine sign, or maybe a special connection that binds you to him, the phone in your room starts ringing, not wanting to disturb anyone you pick up the receiver and answer, trying to hide that you've been crying.

"Hello".

"Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?" The tone in Sebastian's voice lets you see that he's worried about you, so trying to calm your breathing and sobs, you answer a little more calmly, "It's just, it's just that I've had a rough couple of days, and I miss you. It's been so hard being away from you, without you, I needed to hear your voice."

"My voice?" A soft laugh is heard on the other end and a small smile is inevitable on your face, for which you immediately respond "Don't laugh! I like hearing your voice, it's like a calming." Sebastian can guess that there's a smile on your face, and that makes him feel better after hearing you cry at first. "Why? I sure sound like an idiot, love", he's trying to make you laugh, cheer you up, you know it perfectly. That's how he is, always wanting the best for you. "I like listening to you because you transmit peace to me, and it reminds me of the first time we met, it was the strangest thing in the world."

The first time they met, Sebastian walked into the same bakery you were in, quite a coincidence. And his gaze, unable to move away from you at all times even though he avoided your gaze every time you tried to catch him, led you to ask him not very nicely if he was looking for something or if he knew you. The blush on his face and the multiple hasty apologies he told you was the funniest thing about it, and the fact that you looked too young in that short pink dress didn't helped at all, but his voice was definitely the icing on the cake, because even though he looked very embarrassed, his voice remained calm.

The silence that existed between you for a couple of seconds was the key for him to ask about your state of mind. "May I ask why the love of my life was crying?" sounds sweet, kind, and you're totally grateful.

"A fight with mom, I've been feeling so stressed with homework and tests, and I've felt so left out by my friends, I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking."

"Did your mother get mad at you, love?" Sebastian knew perfectly well that your mother suffered from bipolar disorder, and that sometimes that didn't turn out well for you because you were the one who had to deal with the constant mood swings, which also ended up for affecting you.

"I think so, she had an argument with her boyfriend, I don't know, but I was there to take out her anger so I ended up paying the piper" you shrugged even if he couldn't see it, but it was something he figured you would, after all, he knew you like the back of his hand.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but you'll see that with the new treatment your mother will feel better in less than you think," he murmured softly, hoping that would calm you down a bit.

"I know, I just wish she realized that all of that hurts me, and who he should be mad at doesn't," the helplessness in your voice makes Sebastian sigh. Sometimes all he wants is to take you everywhere and keep you happy and safe. Your voice comes back through the earpiece "but thank you, my love, thank you for listening to me."

"You know I do it because I love you" his sweet voice reaches your heart, and that makes you smile. "Hey, I know something that will cheer you up", opting to change the topic of conversation to not continue on it, his voice takes on a playful and hoarse tone, so you can already guess what it is going to be about.

"Sebastian, I'm not going to do that to you again! Last time I couldn't stop laughing and I almost got caught", her laughter soon becomes present and you catch it, remembering the first time they tried to have a sex call.

"Why not? You don't like me anymore? Surely you have a new boyfriend and that's why you don't want to do it", you know he must be making a dramatic gesture with his face because his voice is totally a mess trying to hide his laughter, and your cheeks are colored a soft red.

"Yes, he does it to me like a god every time we see each other, but that happens every two weeks" your giggle makes him smile and his ego feels alluded to by what you just said, so the call continues like this, between laughter and an occasional attempt by Sebastian to ask you what you're wearing.

There is nothing better in the world than listening to your boyfriend, and even more so when he encourages you not to fall, worrying about you and listening to you every time, reminding you how much he loves you and how important you are to him.

#Sebastian Vettel #Sebastian Vettel x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #sebastian vettel x you #red bull racing #Reader

[tea-earl-grey]

i've never seen a post talking about this so i guess it's my duty to bring up one of the strangest coincidences in Star Trek production.

so Star Trek Voyager was presumably named after the famous 1977 NASA Voyager probes designed to chart space beyond our heliosphere. the Voyager probes are maybe more famous for carrying the Golden Record – a time capsule of Earth and a message for any intelligent extraterrestrial life. the contents of the Golden Record were chosen by a committee chaired by Carl Sagan and notably included Sagan's young son (Nick) saying, "Hello from the children of planet Earth." (you can find this recording on wikipedia)

then twenty years later, Nick Sagan became a writer and story editor for season 5 of Star Trek Voyager.

there's even an episode in season seven after Sagan left the show that involves the crew tracking down a Golden Record like probe meant to reach extraterrestrial life that unwittingly caused societal destruction.

like i can't be the only person who thinks this is an absolutely hilarious coincidence.

#admittedly i had a massive obsession with Carl Sagan in middle school so the first time i saw someone with the name “Sagan” on star trek #i was very intrigued and yep! carl sagan's son. #he also wrote 2 episodes for tng #and a bunch of original scifi novels #voyager #star trek voyager #my posts

[pro-gamer-moves]

Most of chain doesn’t know Twilight is Wolfie. Only Time and Wild know.

Wild; who’s a good boy?

Wolfie/Twi; *I am!* ruff!

Wars reaches over to pet wolfie

W/T; grrrr *if you so much as touch me I will have to stop being a good boy, and so help me you will find chichi jelly in your hair gel, and wild will help somehow idk maybe monster extract will work to dye it*

Wars withdraws hand

Wild; snickers

Sorry this took so long, I wasn't ignoring you life just got a little crazy. Enjoy!

First Impressions

A newly Linked Warriors meets Wolfie for the first time.

Link watched the two other heroes as they bustled around the fire preparing the night's supper. The one in the blue tunic with longer hair was stirring a pot full of something, and the taller one that reminded him of Young Link was chopping vegetables. Link had offered to help after building the fire, but Blue Tunic had waved him off, saying that he should rest after having time-traveled earlier that day.

Link appreciated it. He thought he had been doing a good job hiding it, but being torn from his home time like the war was starting all over again and meeting what was apparently two other incarnations of the Hero's Spirit was a lot for one day, and he just wanted to lay back and plan for the next day.

A rustling in the bushes at the edge of camp brought him out of his stupor. Blue Tunic and Old Link turned to see what it was, drawing swords in tandem with him. The leaves parted to reveal a giant grey wolf, and the other two Links relaxed at the sight.

"You can out down your sword," Said Blue Tunic, "It's just Wolfie. I sent him out to find some game for the stew before you arrived."

Link hesitantly sheathed his sword as the wolf padded over to the cooking hero, a fur-covered lump held in its powerful jaws. "Who's a good boy?"

Cook Link had taken the dead animal and handed it to Old Link and was now scratching behind the wolf's ears as it sat, tail wagging and a contented look on its face. Link hesitantly reached over to pet "Wolfie's" coarse fur, some of the tension draining from his body. He had seen some strange things during the War of Eras, but a tame wolf was up there with the strangest.

Before his hand could touch the wolf, it turned and glared at him with piercing blue eyes that promised pain if he so much as ruffled its head. Cook Link had stopped petting Wolfie and was glaring with equal intensity. Link pulled back his hand.

"Okay, sheesh! Don't touch Wolfie, it's sensitive, got it. No need to eviscerate me in my sleep."

Cook Link raised an eyebrow. "Wolfie is a he, not an it. Maybe keep your hands to yourself until you get to know each other better."

Link nodded. "Will do. Pleasure to meet you, Mister Wolfie."

Old Link chuckled from where he was dressing the game. "I think Wolfie had better stay in the woods for now, so he doesn't... scare off any more heroes that might show up."

Wolfie chuffed and disappeared back into the bushes. Could he understand them? It must have been one smart wolf. Ultimately it seemed like Old Link was right, because right after Wolfie left a fourth Link stumbled into camp, covered in leaves and wearing a wolf pelt.

Interesting coincidence, thought Link.

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu wolfie #lu wild #lu time #lu twilight #fic request

[goingbuggy]

When you have time I would LOVE to hear your thoughts about post time skip buggy!!

Hi, anon! Sorry for the late-ish reply. I thought carefully about how I wanted to reply, but alas, here I am again, starting my metas in the strangest places. Anyways, here’s a seemingly unimportant question: Why is it funny that Buggy keeps failing upwards?

My answer also happens to be one of Pixar's 22 Rules of Storytelling:

"Coincidences to get characters into trouble are great; coincidences to get them out of it are cheating."

You might be wondering why I chose this quote -- after all, Buggy manages to escape most conflicts by sheer coincidence. Take the canon-filler episode(s) “Little Buggy's Big Adventure,” for example; coincidence is the sole reason why he ends up on Gaimon’s island and eventually finds Alvida, one of his future allies. But for as much as Oda is guilty of using coincidences to benefit Buggy, he also creates coincidences to get Buggy into trouble. Sure, Buggy left on good terms with Gaimon/found Alvida, but only after:

Suffering a humiliating defeat at the hands of Luffy

Losing most of his body

Being chased by killer fish/eaten by a ginormous bird

Nearly getting shot in the head by Gaimon over a misunderstanding

Being chased AGAIN by a deadly crab???? LMAO???

Buggy’s “luck” functions like a pendulum -- for every good thing that happens to him, horrible things are guaranteed to follow. This core aspect of his character is what keeps the gag afloat. Buggy is never rewarded by the narrative without experiencing consequences. In order to earn moments of respite, he has to suffer.

I find it hilarious when people argue that Buggy doesn’t deserve to have good things happen to him. Because, yeah? Duh. Oda loves having his cake and eating it too. It’s not necessarily good to play both sides with the audience when it can cheapen emotional impact, but Oda will absolutely continue to make Buggy both a complete joke and a genuine character. He has fun that way. However, he’s not going to help Buggy without hurting him first.

But that's a very meta perspective. How does Buggy view his own beneficial coincidences? He’s now an emperor, and extremely close to the One Piece/Pirate King title that he so desperately wants. But why does he think he’s being rewarded, in-universe?

His facade.

His devoted followers, his influence, that billion-berry bounty, his emperor status -- all of it stems from his fake persona and its snowball effect. He’s well aware of this. In fact, I think it’s likely that he hates himself for being such a coward and hiding behind lies. But when he sees his true self as worthless, what else can he do except dig himself into a deeper hole?

Look at 1082. Buggy finally stands up for himself, claiming that wealth and power come from chasing after your dreams -- not grand schemes. Here, he’s talking to himself as much as he’s talking to Crocodile and Mihawk.

“This is wrong… This isn’t how I wanted my life to go…”

It’s a very depressing peek at the man behind the curtain. Buggy only ever wanted to follow his dreams, but he uses schemes to get ahead instead, because they're all he thinks he has. His lies are a crutch to depend on, so he doesn't have to face the truth: he doesn't believe in himself. 

To me, 1082 reads as a "Hail Mary" moment from a character at an emotional low. Buggy still doesn't believe in himself, but he is saying: Fuck it. If Shanks and I finally have an equal chance at becoming Pirate King, I at least have to try... Right? We can confirm his lack of self-confidence, because Buggy even admits he got here by “luck or chance or whatever."

He cannot entertain the possibility that he'd get this far any other way. Of course he doesn't see himself as Shanks' equal. It’s one of many reasons he didn’t want to go with Shanks at Loguetown; he assumed he’d be working “under” Shanks (even though Shanks only said “Come with me!"), because he truly believes he is lesser in terms of potential/greatness. ("You coward!" can also be interpreted as Buggy projecting his own insecurities onto Shanks.) Buggy's decision in 1082 is a desperate leap of faith. "Go for broke," "shoot for the moon," etc.

Post-Timeskip Buggy may appear more dangerous than ever before, but in reality, he’s just a small fish in a big pond. The farther he crawls his way up the ladder of success, the worse he feels, because the life he has built is not how he wanted to live at all. Based on everything we've known about Pre-Timeskip Buggy, we should expect him to be happier than ever. He has influence. Power. His monetary value in the eyes of the World Government has shot up exponentially. But look at the poor guy. He's miserable.

If you've ever seen Better Call Saul, I think this scene from S4E9 is very similar to how I feel about Buggy:

JIMMY: There you go! Kick a man when he’s down! KIM: Jimmy, you are always down.

Buggy is a character who is always down, even when you think he might be up. Until he stops maintaining that false image, he will always be punished by the narrative pendulum he's trapped himself in.

Unfortunately, change is hard, especially with the stakes he’s currently facing. If Buggy actually has to fight Blackbeard, Luffy, or Shanks... he can’t. Not alone. He needs people to believe the facade, because that's what got him here in the first place. He may look invincible, but he is quite possibly the most vulnerable character right now.

Crocodile and Mihawk would sell him to Satan for one corn chip (especially after that stunt he pulled in 1082). We haven't seen him improve his physical abilities (unless Oda pulls some off-screen bullshit). As an emperor, he has more people gunning for his head than ever before. Buggy’s last line of defense is his long-running gag -- if Oda decides to subvert our expectations, he’s a dead man walking.

And who would he have to blame but himself? He built his image on smoke and mirrors. Eventually, he's going to have to pay the price.

If Pre-Timeskip Buggy is a man defined by coincidence, then Post-Timeskip Buggy is defined by consequence.

#but that's just a theory... a game #ok im normal now #anyways this is just my particular take on his character #i'd love to hear your thoughts too anon #i'm his lawyer though if anyone says they hate him i'm suing them for defamation #joke. unless..? #buggy #ask #buggy the clown #one piece #op buggy #long post #op meta #one piece meta #meta #character analysis #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #shanks #cross guild #dracule mihawk #crocodile

[scarletttries]

My lovely @kendallroyenthusiast Kelsey, thank you so much for your sweet message and I loved hearing the details of your wedding! I'm obsessed that you wore a black dress, I think that's so badass and I bet you looked like an amazing vampire queen 🥹 Also between Horror films and making excessive playlists we have so much of the same taste! 🥰 I ship you with.. Lukas Mattson!

- Lukas Mattson can't believe it when he's forced to accompany an aging Logan Roy to hospital after he collapses at another one their supposedly gentle business strolls. He's never liked being in a hospital, always associating them with the worst days of a person's life, but his mind very quickly changed on that when you appeared as Logan's emergency department nurse. Your calm professional demeanour, mixed in with a few dark jokes at Logan's expense would have him falling for you hook line and sinker, considering pushing Logan over more often so he'd have an excuse to come back and see you.

- Instead he decides to ask for your number, offering you to take you out to a small local concert with a very famous band that only a few very rich people in the know get to attend. You'd spend the night swapping stories over beers in between sets, and jumping along to songs you know, a huge smile plastered on Lukas's face from the second he picks you up to the moment he returns you safely to your front door, calling it a good night with a kiss on the cheek rather than risk overstepping.

- It would become tradition that whenever Lukas was in town he'd take you out; dinner, shows, aquariums, museums, galleries. Half the time he'll hire out the whole place so he doesn't have to share you with anyone else, making the most of the precious moments you get to spend together.

- He'll miss you more and more in the time he has to spend away, asking you to make him playlists that are the full length of his journey home to you so knows when he hears the final song that you're almost back in his arms. As you get more comfortable together, he starts to fly back into town more and more, growing to really appreciate the quiet nights in too, laughing maniacally at your sarcastic commentary of horror films, enjoying the way you fit perfectly leaning against his chest because of your height difference.

- One day he simply cannot bring himself to get on his flight away from you, and that's the day he decides he has to propose, to do something to cement your relationship so even when he's away you know he's only thinking of you.

- The next time he's back in town he takes you out to one of your favourite museums as usual, but for once you realise that you're not the only people there. As you walk through the main entrance you bump into a friend from the hospital there on a date too. And then across the foyer you see one of your family members you swear you haven't seen in years. Just as you start to think this is just the absolute strangest coincidence, Lukas leads you in the main exhibition hall and the breath in your lungs stills as dark flowers fill every space, candles lining an aisle on the floor, at the end of which is all the close friends and family you could imagine. As you turn to Lukas to ask what the hell is going on, you realise he's dropped to one knee, presenting you with the most intricate diamond ring you've ever seen. His eyes tear up in front of everyone as he tells you how you've become his home, and he can't imagine being away from you for a second longer.

- The wedding is surprisingly traditional for two less than traditional romantics - an enormous church with almost floor to ceiling stained glass windows, covered in the same flowers and candles as your proposal. Lukas in a classic Tuxedo, waiting down the aisle as you float down in your stunning white dress, his hands trembling as he carefully lifts your veil to seal your union with a kiss in front of all your friends and family.

- The party is held at a five star hotel Lukas has rented for all your guests, the wait staff bring drink after drink of the finest wine as you eat a delicious meal that your guests will be dreaming of for years to come. When the dance floor finally filters out to just you and Lukas, he'll make a big show of carrying you bridal-style to the lift, a penthouse honeymoon suite awaiting the two happy newly weds.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #succession #succession imagine #succession headcanons #lukas matsson #lukas mattson x reader #scarlettsweddingevent

[noforkingclue]

Hey how are you? Are you still battling the heat? I hope work is okay.

If it's okay with you I would like to request a Dhawan!master x reader request where the reader is a huge fan of Agatha Christie and the master notices this and so he takes the reader to meet Agatha Christie as a surprise. The reader meets Agatha Christie but when this happens there is a murder and the master is framed for the murder, the reader works with Agatha Christie to prove the master's innocence.

Sorry for making such a long request, I know that you like Agatha Christie. If you're not comfortable writing this then it's okay. I hope you have a great day/ night.

P.S not sure if you saw the commonwealth games closing ceremony but there was Peaky Blinders tribute featured.

Note: requests are currently closed

Oh yes! I do love Agatha Christie. I got the complete collection and I'm currently writing my own murder mystery.

Title: Whodunit

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You folded your arms and raised your eyebrows at the Master. The Master just rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed.

“I didn’t kill that human.” He said

“You were standing over the body,” you said, “you must see how it looks.”

“People stand over bodies all the time.”

“I haven’t.”

“Then I’ve been showing you the wrong things.”

“I haven’t no desire to see any more corpses.”

“I can’t grantee anything, love.”

You sighed and sat down next to the Master. You nudged him gently and said,

“Some treat this turned out to be. You promised to take me to see my favourite author and you got accused of murder. Only with Agatha Christie right?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’ll be like us going on the Orient Express or a Nile river cruise and there being a murder. Bit of a coincidence don’t you think?”

“Isn’t life just made up strange little coincidences?”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust and the Master smirked at you.

“That sounds like something the Doctor would say.”

“Now why would you insult me like that?”

“And why-“

It was at the moment the door to the room opened. You sat up straight and felt your face get hot as you came face to face with your idol. Agatha Christie stood awkwardly as she shut the door behind her. Silence fell over the three of you and eventually she cleared her throat and said,

“The police have been called.”

“Oh joy,” the Master said, “Twentieth century human policing. I’m sure they will be very effective.”

Agatha frowned and said,

“You really do say the strangest of things. You remind me of someone but…”

She trailed off and shook her head.

“I really must be going now. I only came here to inform you of the update.”

Once she left the room you look over at the Master and said,

“What was that about?”

“I had another reason for taking you here?”

“There always has to be an ulterior motive with you, doesn’t there?”

“Time energy.”

“Huh?”

“There’s residual time energy surrounding her. It’s a mystery.”

“And you can’t let a mystery go unsolved.”

“I have a strong suspicion I know who is involved.”

“Ugh,” you groaned and shook your head, “can’t we have one trip without the Doctor being involved.”

“With how much she’s travelled we’re bound to bump into her sooner or later. However,” the Master held up a hand when you opened your mouth, “next time I’ll be sure to find a place te she hasn’t graced with her presence.”

“Next time,” you grimaced, “if we manage to get out of this situation.”

“Then you better get out there and find out whodunit.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up. Before you left you pressed a brief kiss against his forehead before you slipped out of the room. You stumbled slightly when you realised that Agatha was outside the room. She seemed embarrassed when she spotted you and you said,

“Miss Christie, umm, err, hi. I just wanted to say that I’m a big fan. Oh, you probably get that all the time but I…”

You trailed off, your face hot.

“You probably that all the time.” You muttered

“Yes, well,” Agatha gave you a small smile, “it’s always good to meet a fan.”

“Can I ask you something?” you said quietly

“Yes. I’ve been meaning to ask you something as well.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Ah,” Agatha looked away, “it’s actually linked to your friend in there. I don’t believe that he is the man we’re looking for.”

“Really?”

“Yes. What do you say that you and I do some investigating? I have a feeling that I’ve come across something like this before and not a plot in one of my books.”

“Investigate a murder with Agatha Christie. I’d love to help!”

Maybe this trip wasn’t going to end in disaster after all. 

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #the master #dhawan!master #the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch4 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'they've got the power to kick a man apart, i heard.'

'have you thought about maybe trying to befriend a little one first?'

'so powerful. those thighs.'

'straight to the gates of hell!'

'i mean, that is the colour of horses eyes.'

'i feel just peachy, ma'am.'

'it was said that she was a serial killer.'

'it was said that she favoured poison.'

'the coward's way. i see.'

'she had a series of jobs and people kept dying in mysterious circumstances.'

'she's wanted for killing forty people.'

'i'm sorry i can't be of more help.'

'i'll be exclusively drinking alcohol to counteract the effects of any poison.'

'i'll just have two fingers of whiskey to settle my stomach.'

'every time i see a horse i avert my eyes just in case it steals my soul.'

'what's with all those boarded-up houses?'

'people've been disappearing as well; it's the strangest thing.'

'best we can do for them is nail them up in their homes.'

'there's no kind of a life for a lot of people here.'

'they say they can cure the incurable up at this place.'

'this wouldn't happen to coincide with the plague, would it?'

'i try and stay indoors at night because of what they say.'

'sounds like you've got a problem on your hands.'

'screw your job, idiot!'

'now i'm gonna have to sweep my own damn floor.'

'heard about that, did ya?'

'some of these folks... they vanish, never come back.'

'i tried draining blood. i tried putting in different blood. i tried tinctures. i tried a syrup made from opium and cocaine.'

'seems there's one medicine for the likes of us and one medicine for the likes of them.'

'it's a real shame what's happened to this town. it used to be a nice place to live, and now it's all horror.'

'that kid drinks too much whiskey.'

'i've got a new plan: we go up. we say we've got money.'

'it's the only haunted-ass building in the place, but okay.'

'he looks like a partially inflated balloon.'

'i just have it in case anyone needs it.'

'we do not speak of this to anyone.'

'there's some sort of fancy mechanical thing going on here.'

'i'm so ill i can't remember my name!'

'did you see my fancy shoes?'

'did i tell you how wealthy i am?'

'this feels like hospital propaganda.'

'do you have any cocaine?'

'perhaps some cocaine would make you feel better?'

'well, it was exhausting being fancy anyway.'

'nothing in life is free.'

'you're the weird guy!'

'everyone thinks you're super weird.'

'there's something very odd about his face.'

'it's very loud and very close.'

'i can't believe i touched that with my fist.'

'that was lucky. i could have contracted a chronic disease there.'

'my powerful immune system took care of that one.'

'there's no telling some people.'

'i don't like it! it's stressing me out.'

'he's not a good doctor he's a bad doctor! a very bad doctor!'

'you know, i don't even think he's a real doctor.'

'i think my only option really is to keep shooting at this guy.'

'where the hell were you hiding that?!'

'there's blood everywhere. pouring out of him.'

'bet you'd rather be next to a horse right now.'

'we're in!'

#oxventure #wild west rp #cowboy rp #red dead rp #sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #starter sentences

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

⌘ more than yesterday, more than today

{ a fanmix following Akane and Yamada’s whirlwind love story as they level up from strangers into something more, one song at a time }

     listen on... { Youtube }  >>  { Spotify }

-------------------------------------- just a mix of EN and JP songs that fit well lyrically, arranged in some semblance of a chronological order, as well as a few that fit the vibe well!

I managed to fit many references to events in the story, chapter titles, etc. within the various songs and section headers up until around ch71-ish. I had songs planned out for a section covering the Gunma arc around ch97, but figured it was better to shelve that idea for now until we have more content; in the meantime I hope this playlist can help tide everyone over during the wait for ch108, while the manga is on another short hiatus!

Youtube is the recommended way of listening as it contains all 44 songs in their intended versions (I had to make some cover substitutions with Spotify, but it's otherwise intact-- just not preferred!). --------------------------------------

tracklist

     ⌘ = incl. links to a specific translation

- LV.1: A chance encounter, like a romantic comedy - ○ 01. Hello Hello — Fickle Friends >> I'm in a lie that I told last night / You're a problem but you're mine / I think you hide it well despite the dark around your eyes ⌘ 02. Umbrella — Penthouse >> I told him I'd return the umbrella I'd borrowed / and we met up with him over the turnstiles / I look for a reason to see him one more time ⌘ 03. Kasuka na Kaori — Perfume >> I was always looking for reasons we could be together / We didn't have the kind of relationship where I could just say I wanted to be with you ⌘ 04. If Soulmates Exist — Kana Nishino >> There is surely someone in this world / Someone who I’ll fall in love with and marry / My one and only soulmate / Cool and refreshing, taller than me / With a great smile, ah… / the possibilities are endless, after all ○ 05. IRL — Fickle Friends >> Can we just speak in real life? ⌘ 06. Magic — Nanawo Akari >> "Yes" and "Thank you" and "I'm not interested" / All these words are so like you ⌘ 07. Trick Art — Ryujin Kiyoshi >> I long to meet you, but I can't / I've been caught in a bad spell / Even though we're close, it feels distant / Like a trick art, I'm getting lost ⌘ 08. LOVE PARADE — Arashi >> The rhythm of the town within my heart, my beat and yours / When they come together, that's the moment when love starts ○ 09. prologue — dasii >> - instrumental -

- LV.25: A burning fondness, akin to fever - ○ 10. The Strangest Dream — The Strike feat. Alita Moses >> You ask me to stay, what a curious scene / You're gone when I wake, what a curious thing / I had the strangest dream / You put your hands on me / You said "tonight don't think / about what it all means" ⌘ 11. PLACEBO — Kenshi Yonezu feat. SEKAI NO OWARI >> I want to make sure of that day's coincidence / I want to resolve it, this unexplored mystery (this unnoticed gravity) / We can't go back to how it was before ⌘ 12. Gimme Gimme♥ — SP: BENI / YT: Kyaami feat. Miku Hatsune (cover) >> 1-2, what do you think, / 3-4, about me? / It's scary. I want to ask you that, but I just can't ⌘ 13. The Best Day of My Life — Utada Hikaru >> Falling more and more in love with you / It won't stop now, it won't stop now / A turn of events that would shock even Shakespeare— that's life ⌘ 14. Damn it! — Da-iCE >> Hey, it’s getting obvious baby, despite concealing it with a poker face / But then, I like you even more… ⌘ 15. Critical Hit! — Amatsuki >> More and more, I want to get to know you more and more / Please show me all the parts of you I don't know / For sure, for sure, today / I'll definitely, definitely say it ⌘ 16. Dreaming of you — MY FIRST STORY >> I don't care if it's all a lie, a beautiful lie / Just say you love me now ⌘ 17. Gradation — KANA-BOON >> I want to see you, I want to hear your voice / These accumulated feelings can no longer be divided, ah

- LV.40: Tomorrow morning, when you wake up - ⌘ 18. Ponytail — Vickeblanka >> You said "Are you kidding?" and laughed innocently / I can't wait to see your amazed face / when you understand that I mean it ⌘ 19. Never Stop — Nissy >> Again today, I was half-awake when you whispered in my ear / Your morning call / She says… "Hello? Hello?" / Where’s the border between dreams and reality? ○ 20. Same — Josie Dunne >> I could tell how you felt for a little while now / Innocent, droppin' hints, but it wasn't coming out / I don't say it, stayin' patient, kinda fun to drag it out / And you say I love you, I love you, I love you / And I say "same" ⌘ 21. BAD MODE — Utada Hikaru >> How about we ignore texts, watch Netflix / Stay in our pajamas all day, order something on Uber Eats / and take a bath together? ⌘ 22. Halfway — Gen Hoshino >> At a glance, it always seems like / we're pretty peaceful / Our adorable crises / and our not-so-adorable ones, we hold them close ⌘ 23. Akubi — Omoinotake >> Looking at each other's drowsy face, acting goofy / Like a mirror, we always have the same expression on our faces ⌘ 24. over and over — Rei Yasuda >> I always want to look over you, and that dazzling smile of yours / I want to fall in love with it, no matter how many times ⌘ 25. I LOVE… — Official HIGE DANdism >> In the midst of a growing love, of changing feelings, you shine brilliantly / Irregular, like paints diving into a water tank and melting / I wouldn't have even noticed these vivid colors if I was alone / You feigned ignorance, said it's normal —so let me finish what I started saying to you— "I love—"

- LV.69: A dimly-lit room and gentle rain, just you and me - ○ 26. Glue — Fickle Friends >> I know what you're thinking / I know that it's not like you / Your heartbeat is so quick / when you say, "let's rendezvous" ○ 27. Empty Cups — Charlie Puth >> If you wanna like I wanna, let me take it to another room / so it's only us / Turn that television up so nobody can listen ○ 28. Into You — Da-iCE (cover) >> The temperature's rising in here / Is this gonna happen / Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move / Before I make a move ○ 29. Collar Full — Panic! At The Disco >> We've waited so damn long, we're sick and tired / I won't leave any doubt or stone unturned / I've got a collar full of chemistry from your company / so maybe tonight I'll be the libertine ○ 30. Space — claquepot feat. Anna Takeuchi >> I want to touch you, even if it's just for a moment / Even the space between our skin / I love even that and it's endless / I want to swim around in the one-room universe ⌘ 31. Ribbon Shower — SP: Shoshinsha F (cover) / YT: Natsushiro Takaaki (cover) >> Amid the rain, I can hear it, I can hear, “I love you” / and then the two of us break those platonic rules… ○ 32. A Night to Remember — Betty Who >> When the morning came, I could hear my name coming from the bed / Laying on your side in the early light, I could see it in my head / Naked, coffee, hands still on me / I swore I'd never give you up ⌘ 33. Rendezvous — Nissy >> Because you’re the first, / a special person, you see / Hey, when the time comes, / I will definitely ask, / “would you dance with me?” ○ 34. Your Eyes — Bitei Matsuki >> Eyes that melt when the rain stops / The words that trace the wet window are silken / In a world where there is no day or night

- LV.999: More than yesterday, more than today - ○ 35. Grace — Kasper Lindmark >> - instrumental - ⌘ 36. Ai — Motohiro Hata >> I don’t believe in love because I can’t see it with my eyes / Or at least, that was how I used to delude myself / I kept it buried way, way down / But then I met you ○ 37. Then There’s You — Charlie Puth >> Some girls walk in the room and everything remains / But when you opened up the door, my life completely changed ⌘ 38. Comedy — SP: Gen Hoshino / YT: NORISTRY (cover) >> Let's go home hand in hand / What do you want to eat today? / Wanna talk to you about things like / "this is what happened today" / Every day with you / makes my life a comedy ⌘ 39. Tattoo — Official HIGE DANdism >> And within this relationship between you and me / I see why you show your cheeks blushing / I can’t come up with a good metaphor right now / but it’s something invaluable ⌘ 40. LADY — Kenshi Yonezu >> Suppose the two of us could meet all over again / like a glittering movie: how would you want it? ○ 41. Beautiful Journey — HIRAIDAI >> I like it just the way it is / You're you, aren't you? ⌘ 42. One Love — Arashi >> Any kind of you, even any kind of me, loving each and every one / If you are here, then I don't need anything else / Because I'll be sure to make you happy ⌘ 43. Sunflower — I Don’t Like Mondays. >> Hey, how much longer can we be together like this? / I don’t know, but I don’t wanna know just yet / I understood from the beginning that there is no eternity / so till that day, till that moment, I wanna be with you ○ 44. Wish Upon the Summer — Penthouse >> I wonder if I'll reach you someday / It's a risk-taking love / Tell me that you love me / I hope, more than yesterday, more than today...

#avoiding my usual tag-rambling because it 110% neutered the traction of my last fanmix! so: happy eng novel 1 release day! that's all! #山田くんとLV999の恋をする #yamada-kun to lv999 no koi wo suru #loving yamada at lv999 #my love story with yamada kun at lv999 #akito yamada #akane kinoshita #fanmix #playlist

[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Confectioner’s Tale

a/n: no idea if this will remain a one shot or if i’ll expand it further. the fanfic community just doesn’t like me no matter what i do and i don’t think any of them realize how isolating this is, either.

They call the neighborhood “the tombstone mile”, mainly because every other establishment had fallen on hard times in recent months, and we were the only place that had our heads above water. The pink lettering stared out to the busy street of Los Angeles, and I had a way of honoring the whole shebang from my beginnings as a standard pastry chef fresh out of the Central Valley and back to the place where it all began for me there, in the southland.

As far as I knew, the higher-ups of Smell the Magic had enough money to open up a couple of new venues out here on the western wing of the country, one back in my real home of Reno and one out in Hawai’i.

And as far as I knew, because the shop here in L.A. was the only one running at its best and ran on my elbow grease as I carried it upon my shoulders, I could qualify for a transfer to one of those spots. And if I went back home or out to the ocean, I knew that I would be turning over a new leaf, after I had turned over a new leaf already.

You wouldn’t think of a girl who had lost over seventy pounds to be working in a funky little bakery, but here we are: I tightened up the belt at the small of my back, and I let the blood red apron fit my body like a glove. I had the net over my hair and my Soundgarden pendant close to my chest: I never went to the bakery without my pendant, just so long as I kept it at a certain length on my chest.

I had done something so stupid ten years before. I was your given obsessed fangirl who had the bad idea of writing a letter to Ben Shepherd. I had a crush on him, there was no way around it. The reason why I say it was a dumb idea was because the letter coincided with a time in my life I would choose to forget if presented with the choice. I had made peace with my demons a long time ago, but he loomed over me like a dark specter, especially when I thought about that time of my life.

It felt as though I could never find the right words upon writing, even with the shards of sanity I had left within me. I wrote the damned thing in pen, too, so I had hope that he found me sincere. I had filled out three pages of paper, front and back.

I had no idea about his relationship status, especially as I had never seen him with a wedding ring on his finger or heard any mention of a girlfriend other than a failed relationship prior to my writing.

You know. Typical “scoop this dude up from the muck before someone else does” type of shit that I soon realized was a bad idea. Never mind the fact that this was a major long shot, writing a letter from the forefront of a broken mind and a fragile heart to a guy whom I had never met let alone the bassist of my favorite band Soundgarden, but I was going in deep here.

He had gotten it. As far as I knew, he read it. I wound up writing him four more times as a result: my fifth letter to him was on his birthday and no one had seen him for months prior to then, either, so it was like coaxing out a venomous snake out of hiding so I could try and capture it.

We were hundreds of miles apart but I could feel him, though, and I knew that he could feel me as well…

Sometimes, whenever I thought about him, I had the strangest, most inexplicable sense of nostalgia overcome me. He just got up and left, it felt like, and I hadn’t seen him since then, I hadn’t talked to him since then, and to make matters worse, I had seen a photo of him back around Christmas and time had not been all that kind to him: an otherwise young man with a head of scraggly rich dark hair grayed out to cigarette smoke, smooth skin now with the texture of leather, crooked teeth now browned and made to look like those from a corpse, and a slender beautiful body now incredibly heavy and massive, and to the point where I could feel the heart disease coming on just with a mere look at him. I choked up at the sight of him, as I knew that I had something to do with his transformation into the portrait tucked away in the attic. 

A part of me wanted to write to him again, but I had long lost his address, and thus, I had no other means of contacting him. I still yearned the idea of writing him another letter.

But at the same time, I also had no desire to pick at that old wound.

Ben had hurt me and went on with his life with someone else, and last I heard, they had had a couple of kids together, which in turn left me in the weeds.

But I never had the chance to leave him behind, however, even as I myself started over again in a new place and with a brand-new look to me. His ghost still haunted me.

I never got closure.

Sometimes I held my Soundgarden pendant and wondered as to what could have been with him, had we not drifted apart and gone our separate ways. I needed an answer, whenever I thought about it long and hard enough. His parents and entire family had lived up there since like World War Two, so I knew that should push come to shove, I would have to dig around for him. Ask people where the big tall dead man walking resided on Bainbridge Island because I needed an answer.

I ran my fingers down the edge of the pendant, which had been crafted in the shape of a guitar pick. It ran through my mind, the tombstone of my love for him. I had the stone but no way to place it six feet under.

But I vowed to remain as soft as water no matter what, though. He was slowly digging his own grave and I had no way of saving him.

I turned my attention to the counter behind me to prepare for the day’s work, and no sooner had I done so when the tallest man I had ever seen in my life strode into the bakery. Ben looked at well over six feet in height but he must have easily been more than that. He towered high over me with his long beautiful smooth black hair and stern facial expression: his green eyes penetrated through me as if they emanated from the shadows. He was long and lanky but strong and sinewy, as if he worked out on a regular basis.

“Hi,” I could hardly muster the word out of me. He stooped down and folded his arms over the edge of the display case so we were face to face with each other. He showed me a quaint smile, to which the corners of his eyes crinkled up.

“Hi.” His voice was smooth and low, with the biggest timbre I ever heard in my life. He made me think of a vampire.

“What can I do for you on this fine morning?” My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of him: I had no idea if it came from his towering, almost overwhelming height or from those deep, penetrating eyes that seemed to be gazing into my soul.

“I’m looking for a green cake… with Bailey’s or some kind of liqueur mixed in,” he stated to me.

“We have our Bailey’s chocolate cake and cupcakes for St. Patrick’s Day,” I replied.

“Only for St. Paddy’s Day, though?” he reiterated with a furrowing of his eyebrows.

“Pretty much. We do have a green cake in the works, though. It’s pistachio and chocolate, and we’re experimenting with green tea in some cupcakes as well. But I’ll tell you this.” I gestured for him to come in closer to me; when he did, I caught a whiff of a smoky cologne on the side of his neck. “I could put an order in and we could whip one up for you if you’d like.”

“Please do,” he said in a soft tone of voice. An absolute gentle giant, nothing like Ben. I reached to my left for the pen and the notepad to take it down.

“A green cake with Bailey’s incorporated?” I asked him.

“You know it, doll.” I picked up on a slight New Yorker accent: not the most exotic accent I had heard there in the bakery, but not the most common one, however. “Bailey’s, pistachio, and a chocolate layer on top.”

“Like a ganache?”

“Yeah, that! Something nice and nutty and chocolate with a bit of decadence drizzled within.”

I scrawled it all down in one fell swoop, and I could feel him looking at the pendant around my neck.

“And, may I have a name?” I asked him.

“Pete.”

“The dynamic Pete,” I repeated. “And an address?”

“I’m staying at the hotel across the street for the next week,” he replied. “Room 513.”

“Room 513, got it.”

“And I can pay then?”

“You absolutely can,” I assured him as I clicked the pen and tucked it back into the front pocket of my apron: I never intended it to do so, but he looked down the collar of my shirt when I put the pen back.

“You know, you are really beautiful,” he remarked to me with a slight twinkle to his eyes.

“You’re just saying that because you took a peek down my shirt,” I teased him.

“Not necessarily,” he assured me with a slightly smug look on his face. “I really do mean that, my dear.”

A warmth washed over me, and I bowed my head at that. I was glad that I had been growing out my bangs at that point because I would have wanted them to sweep over my face for that glamour magazine look for him anyway.

“Maybe when I have it delivered, I can have a note included that reads ‘from the gorgeous baker’,” I joked, but he looked on at me with a thoughtful look on his face. 

I only joked around, but I would think about that look all day long.

There was another guy who came in later that day. He was tall as well, but he only leaned against the edge of the display case with only one elbow. He had the cutest bulbous nose and the smoothest lips, like little Rainier cherries, and the longest blackest curls I had ever seen in my life: at the crown of his head was a tiny plume of silver about the size of a thumb of ginger.

His electric blue eyes locked onto me as if he was watching me from the nearest lighthouse overlooking the ocean.

“Hi,” he greeted me; his voice made me think of molasses given it was rich and full and yet very soft. He showed me a sweet little grin which hung off to the side a bit.

“Hi,” I returned the favor to him.

“Word on the street is that you make a mean cheesecake here,” he told me.

“And you’d be right, too,” I assured him. “Classic New York, plus Basque and Japanese. And we also have a raspberry cheesecake, and a cinnamon apple one.”

“Cinnamon apple, really?” He raised his eyebrows and his entire face lit up

“We make it for the Jewish New Year and the first day of fall,” I explained. “There’s this one Jewish family who comes in the day before Rosh Hashanah and they always ask me for it.”

“Oh, man, that sounds amazing,” he decreed with a hand pressed to his chest. “I’m Jewish so I’ll have to remember that.” He waggled his eyebrows at me a bit, to which I smiled at him.

“What exactly makes it Japanese cheesecake, too?” he asked me.

“It’s really emphatic on the ‘cheese’ part,” I replied, “and to the point it’s quite pillowy and soft. The crust is thin and almost nonexistent. It’s so… delicate.” I raised my eyebrows and flicked the tip of my tongue to him.

“I really like the way you just said that,” he admitted to me.

“What, ‘delicate?’”

“Yeah. Like you were trying to entice me or something.”

“Because it is enticing,” I assured him with a little gyration of my head. “We’ve been thinking of incorporating a vein of matcha into that one, too. Make it a little more authentically Japanese.”

“I’m such a sucker for authenticity,” he confessed with a sly smirk and a shake of his head. “Those perfectly imperfect human breaths of fresh air in an otherwise phony world that’s becoming more and more fake as time goes on.”

“We try our best,” I assured him. “And I do, too.”

“It’s so brave,” he said, and he showed me the tip of his tongue as well as the hooding to his eyes. Even with a display case between us, I could feel something else in there. The whirring rush of a waterfall in a sunrise in a dance of fire and water. Where Pete gave me a dose of heat, this boy here sent a chill up my spine and a feeling that I had found an oasis in an otherwise scorched, parched desert. A great number of souls came through the front door day by day, but none of them had as much of a hold on me as these two guys.

“Sign me up for a New York one,” he suggested, and he flexed his long thin fingers before me. A fair number of thoughts went through my mind at the sight of those fingers.

“A whole one or a slice?” I offered him.

“I’ll just take a slice for the time being,” he quipped. “You can take it over to the hotel across the street to Room 518.”

“Room 518, really?”

“Yeah.” He paused. “Something significant about the hotel across the way?”

I shook my head. “No, not really.”

“You wouldn’t react like that if you didn’t have a significance to it,” he pointed out to me. I locked onto his blue eyes again. He dug out the truth from me just like how standing on the edge of the ocean washed away the sands of time and beheld the truth.

“There was a guy who came in here earlier who’s staying over there,” I told him. “Like… a few doors down from you.”

I couldn’t lie to him. I had stretched the truth with Ben in my letters to him, but I could never do that with him. And I had a feeling that I could never do it with Pete, either.

“Wow.” He raised his eyebrows. “It’s gonna be busy over there, if you catch my drift.” He chuckled, a full hearty chuckle that sounded as though it came from deep within him. I couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

“What’s your name?” I asked him as I held the tip of the pen to the notepad.

“Alex,” he replied.

“Jew boy Alex,” I reiterated. “I’ll make sure there’s a nice, fat slice of rich, decadent New York cheesecake waiting for you and your tummy.”

He flashed me a wink, and a shiver ran up my spine. I watched him go out to the street with those long black curls drifted back from his head in thick waves.

I may have lost Ben but I had been sent two more angels in his wake. But then there was the rumor that had been started against me in particular by the kids down the street.

#the confectioner’s tale #the confectioner’s tale fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #testament #testament fanfic #testament band #type o negative #alex skolnick #peter steele #oc tag #also on ao3 #writing #text #bakery au #april fool's day

[vyragosa]

Is higgs a paramedic now???z

IT'S MY FAVORITE ALLEGATION

Automated Public Assistance Company 

need to pull up the whole damn thread cause you know it would take me half an hour to explain it from scratches...i will do it anyways

=> RED is the only image color absent from the main cast of death stranding at the exception of deadman and the MEDICAL staff at the beginning of the game related to threating bridget's cancer, visibly attempts at slowing aging as well (unclear if medical progress in that regard given her nature as the extinction entity's body)

=> fact remains the access to "combining body parts in what seems like an incredibly unethical experiment to create deadman which was never adressed"

=> now that was a stab in the dark, but it aimed too true to be a mere coincidence, we have an adult BB and fragile's skin is healed, which includes body doubles, regenerating cells, which means that the technology of course advanced that much, but, it could mean the supernatural element of death stranding that is, grabbing someone from the seam back to life as well, as a detector device, this higgs is supposed to be stuck on the beach then how..?

=> we already know that "singing" is the mediator, the binding between cliff and sam, BB's theme is incredibly potent and don't have a single clue about whether or not "songs" might actually be, a key to understanding the interactions between BTs..between the past and the present...how cliff and sam could talk....much to think about is it not?

=> now if you look at the background and the strange star with six branches on the bots behind higgs-amelie? it evocates significantly the american STAR OF LIFE of emergency medical care!!!!!! and want to know what's even stranger ??? it was originally designed by...the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration!!!!!!! we are playing a game of deliveries are we not?!!! strange things in the strangest of lands...

enters the greek god of medecine Asclepius

=> kojima as the biggest fan of snakes representations in any culture worldwide, he pulls up quite a bit of different snakes and it would really be dismissive to not assume that well, the man who made a game that explains obviously greek names and chirality as just one of them, well, a god represented by a snake around a rod, that one he must surely enjoy.

=> the odradek is a "snake-like", circling around a "stick"

=> tell me who is the stick and who is the rope in death stranding? that's right, for some reason, this higgs is surely a stick yes!

i will spare you from the full explanation about the mythos of my dear asclepius but lo and behold as it involves the death of a mother, immortality, returning from death from the clutch of hades, defying gods, being half mortal and half a god and

dying struck by lighting as punishment, it's getting so long but let me get this straight, asclepius is either a man who beat up snakes, who saves snakes, who was told secrets, who was whispered to and lo and behold?

isn't the ear the only flesh part we see of this higgs?

“It is said that in return for some kindness rendered by Asclepius, a snake licked Asclepius's ears clean and taught him secret knowledge. Asclepius bore a rod wreathed with a snake, which became associated with healing. Another version states that when Asclepius was commanded to restore the life of Glaucus, he was confined in a secret prison. While pondering on what he should do, a snake crept near his staff. Lost in his thoughts, Asclepius unknowingly killed it by hitting it again and again with his staff. Later, another snake came there with an herb in its mouth, and placed it on the head of a dead snake, which soon came back to life. Seeing this, Asclepius used the same herb, which brought Glaucus back. A species of non-venomous pan-Mediterranean serpent, the Aesculapian snake (Zamenis longissimus) is named for the god."

APAC, automated

#anonymous

[hrtli3]

INSOMNIAC ! — LEE HEESEUNG.

g. fluff p. fem reader cw. description of death in future parts

( ♫ : perfect - the smashing pumpkins ) ( ♫ : dumb - pretty sick ) ( ♫ : i love my boyfriend - princess chelsea )

she never really did much , she just kept showing up. he would see her throughout the day , when he closed his eyes , in his dreams on the rare occasion he could fall asleep. she made it incredibly difficult for him to focus on anything. at first , he thought nothing of it , his college campus wasnt all that big really , its no coincidence he sees the same people here and there. sure , she did dress strange — what with pure white wings that looked like that of an angels , all white outfits apart from the silver heart locket she wore around her neck and her long , dark brown hair. she reminded him of this white kitten that would wander around his neighborhood when he was younger.

but when he managed to pull his focus from her for a second and look around , it seemed almost as if she was glowing. he soon realized she was around somewhere when he smelt a faint smell of lavender and vanilla. it didnt take him long to grow attached to her , starting to look for her , follow her and try to ask her questions. who was she ? why was she following him ? why did she always run away and disappear when he would try to approach her ?

then one night , her own curiosity got the best of her. “you can see me ?” she stood pinned between him and the alley wall of the coffee shop he frequented. it was the strangest question heeseung had ever been asked in all his nineteen years of life. his head quirked to the side , much like a confused puppy. almost instantly , a soft blush rose to her cheeks and he was sure it was the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen. “oh , youre much prettier up close.” she whispered , taking his stunned silence as an opportunity to scan his features. he cleared his throat and took a few steps back , “why wouldnt i be able to see you ? in fact , all i ever see is you and i wanna know why.” his voice was stern but gentle and the warmth he provided being so close to her was missed , causing her to step closer to him. “i could get in big trouble for letting you see me , yanno ? i guess maybe i got distracted. i guess maybe i also liked when youd see me.” a little smile spread across her lips and heeseung could feel his heart beat just a little faster. “youre awfully honest , you know ? but you still havent answered any of my questions.” he took one more step back , only to find that now he was pinned between her and the opposite wall.

“i could get in big trouble for answering.” she raised a hand to his hair , petting it at first before slowing running her fingers through it. the entire situation didnt feel real to heeseung and perhaps that is why he allowed her to do the things she was doing. he let the situation be strange if it meant he could stare at her like this and be so close to her. that same scent of lavender and vanilla was much stronger and it made his head spin. “who would you get in trouble with ?” if she wasnt so close , she wouldve missed that question. his voice had gone just barely above a whisper , his eyes glued to hers now. the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. one dark brown and the other a soft blue. she giggled and his knees almost gave out. it was the strangest feeling , like butterflies fluttering in his veins. “Him.” she looked up , his gaze following suit. now he was more confused than ever. if this was what he thought it was , if she was what he thought she was , well then the only explanation was that he was going insane. but it made sense in a way — the small wings , the fact that she was quite literally glowing , and the way no one else seemed to be able to see her. “i spotted you a long time ago , lee heeseung. we were growing up together until you moved away and i lost you. i used my one wish to become human again , but you left me. if you hadnt kept my collar , i dont think i wouldve ever found you.” she grabbed his hand and he gasped at how cold her hands were. “youre the kitten i always saw in my neighborhood ? i begged my parents to let me keep you , if only my mother wasnt so allergic.” it still didnt make much sense to him but if he kept her talking , maybe she would straight out tell him what he needed to hear.

she nodded , “i am ! i couldnt control myself much , i was a fresh one. i still havent much practice since i clung to you. i think maybe thats why i cant stop talking right now. oh , if He finds out !” she seemed worried. heeseung felt as if he had known her his whole life now. “ive forgotten my name with all the time thats passed. do you maybe remember it ?” a small pout sat on her lips and he had to try ridiculously hard to stop staring at them. he pushed the sleeve of his hoodie up , revealing the thin yarn that held her heart shaped name tag. he held it up in front of her , watching as her eyes lit up and a bright smile illuminated her face.

IVORY. was carved on it. she nearly leaped into his arms , wrapping herself around him. “thank you , lee heeseung. im so happy i found you again !” her giggles invaded his mind and he held her gently , taking in her sweet smell and soft presence. “im ivory , your guardian angel !” she pulled away and jumped in excitement. heeseungs cheeks ached from how hard he had been smiling because of her. his next question was answered when she muttered an “oh !” before opening the locket she wore , showing him his initials inscribed into it. “my guardian angel , huh ?” he ran his fingers through his hair , sighing sweetly.

#enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #border : day one #hrtli3 #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung

[minnesotadruids]

The Druids Found Me Before I Had Ever Found Them

I had a comment from @themageiboline​ on my previous post asking 

How did you wind up in a picture in a book on druidry before you even joined the RDNA?

This involves probably the strangest case of synchronicity I had ever encountered in my life, and it happened to help propel me into my spiritual journey on druidry. Very specifically, Reformed Druidry. 

When I was exploring Reformed Druidry, I had probably only seen the Wikipedia article on them or an early version of one of their websites for the first time back in summer of 2004. I had been dismissive of the order because the source indicated they didn’t take themselves very seriously, however in reality that’s an inaccurate overgeneralization these days.

I hadn’t looked into Reformed Druidism again until 2011. That year I was looking deeper into their resources, started reading A Reformed Druid Anthology, (AKA “ARDA”) and I was finding real meaning in the content. I started looking into other resources as I increasingly realized this group of druids was perhaps the right one for me.

And then I found the “semi-fictional” novella, “Druidical Treasure,” Written by Reformed Druids for Reformed Druids back in 2004. And there was a photo of me in it.

The photo of me in the novella was cropped and the bit depth had been greatly reduced. I know they had used photos gathered from the internet, not only because that’s how they found me, but my face is blurred in their version meaning I am certain they found it on an urban exploration website. I am standing on ladder rungs in a storm drain in this photo circa 2003. And guess what, I have the “high quality” original 3 megapixel photo right here:

Urban exploration was a very old hobby of mine and this was pretty close to the time I retired from the activity. In fact I now advise against such activities unless you have both permission to do so and the appropriate safety gear, but I digress.

When I saw the picture of me in the novella I wasn’t upset about them using a photo of me they found on the internet, I was much more shocked and amazed that of all the photos, they happened to choose one of me. I took it to be a sign that Reformed Druidry was the right path for me. Actually there had been multiple cases of synchronicity already. The lesser ones are unfortunately fading from my memory a bit, but aside from this, Reformed Druidry already aligned with some of my existing practices and personal ritual customs with a high degree of accuracy. 

Each passing coincidence had me thinking that I was going to join. Then I saw this and it made me feel like I had already been a member for seven years, unbeknownst to even myself. So I reached out and was welcomed in as a Reformed Druid, and not merely because of the coincidence.

#synchronicity #coincidence #fate #fluke #druidry #druid #reformed #druids #RDNA #druidism #druidic #urbex #surreal #happenstance

[ivystoryweaver]

IDENTITY ASK GAME!!! hi ivy :D

okay ummm how ABOUT, 30 & 2???

Heyyy, thanks for the ask!

30. pick one of your favorite quotes

"Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you're in love or you're partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."

-Oscar Auliq-Ice

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

Not just like me, no. Maybe elements here and there, or someone who communicates a character a way that really clicks with my thoughts but that's all so far.

identity asks

#ask games #ivy replies #📥 inbox #asks #📤 answered

[566-hope-street]

But now it's gone...

I had a lucid dream a few weeks ago. Lucid dreams are quite rare. I think I've only had about four of them in my nearly sixty years of life.

In the dream, I went out for a walk at sundown. There was a forest right outside my home, with streams of clear water, pine trees, moss, and tiny white mushrooms everywhere. I could have lingered there forever, but I saw a deer staring at me, and when the deer moved away, I decided to follow it. The deer led me out of the forest to a highway, and then to a neighborhood. By this time, it was almost dark, and the houses and street lamps lit up. Then the strangest thing happened: the deer shapeshifted into the see-through shadow of a man and asked if he could walk with me. Instead of feeling afraid, I actually felt safe with him, so I told him it was fine. After a few blocks, the houses started looking familiar. And then I heard music coming from one house. It was a Fleetwood Mac song.

But now it's gone It doesn't matter what for But when you build your house Oh, then call me home...

Stopping at this point, the man turned to me and said, "It's time to wake up." And I did.

Although I didn't make out anything of the dream other than it being lucid, I went and told my friend Vicky (previously wrote about her here) all about it, and to my astonishment she said she had a Fleetwood Mac song played at her daughter's funeral. It was not the same song, but, still, it was an incredible coincidence. I mean, of all the music bands in the world, why Fleetwood Mac? I hadn't listened to any of their songs recently.

Vicky didn't seem to care much for my dream, though, and abruptly changed the subject, telling me that she thought she had had a hypnagogic hallucination—her very first—the night before, that is, the night when I had the lucid dream. She said she heard knocking on her door as she was falling asleep.

This instantly reminded me of what happened with Jennifer, my half-brother's daughter. I never met her in person, but my father did and was very impressed by her. The two of them clicked. Years after the last time he saw her, my father woke up at night and came to tell my mother and me to go open the door for the person who was knocking. We were watching TV and neither of us heard any knocking—plus, it was too late for anyone to visit—so we thought my father must have dreamed it. He insisted, but my mother reassured him there was no one at the door, and he went back to bed, looking rather confused and worried. We also went to bed shortly after. Then, later that night, I woke up with the sensation of breeze sweeping across my face. I looked up and saw what appeared to be a translucent black veil floating in the air a few inches above my bed. I found it fascinating and lay there looking at it, not believing my own eyes, until I eventually fell back asleep. The next morning my mother told me over breakfast that she had seen something dark floating around her room. So, we both saw it. That same morning, my father received a call from David, my half-brother, to say that Jennifer had passed away unexpectedly the night before. My mom and I then believed it was Jennifer who my father had heard knocking at the door. She had come to say goodbye.

Suddenly the lucid dream made sense to me. It was about Vicky's daughter (the Fleetwood Mac song hinted at this), and not about me. The dream meant she had 'come out of the woods' (the state of confusion following death) and finally found her way back home to her mom. That's why Vicky heard knocking on her door that night.

I advised Vicky that before moving to a new place, she should ask a priest or medium for help to put her daughter's spirit to rest. A medium told her to be in the lookout for white feathers, because it would be a sign that her daughter was now at peace. Then Vicky sent me a picture of several white feathers she found scattered in the yard.

She's just bought herself a new house and will be moving soon. The house is the one that Mr. C showed me in a hypnagogic hallucination, telling me that it was Vicky's place. He was showing me her future and not present home. About the car I saw parked at the front, it was a late 1970s model—and it turns out her new home was built in 1976.

#hypnagogic hallucinations #lucid dreams #Mr. C

[twohaikutransformerstoyreviews]

BEAST WARS DELUXE CLASS JETSTORM (1997)

"What a strange way to start this review series." You may think, as you sit reading this post, sipping a finely aged glass of champagne. What else would you be doing? You, the eloquent and poised member of my audience I know that you are. Of all places to start, over the wide 40 year timespan of this accursed franchise we call "Transformers", why here? Why with Beast Wars Jetstorm? A Deluxe Class 2nd Year Beast Wars flunkey without a second of legitimate screentime?

My reason? Because I wanted to. As much as I love and respect you, audience member, this line of questioning is getting well out of hand. Now I would appreciate if you cooled off, slowed down on the alcohol intake (I think you've had enough) and listen what I have to say.

Here begins, the first of many;

Two Haiku Transformers Toy Review!

Robot Mode:

Even for Beast Wars figure, this guy is a little strange. Mind you, not the strangest. Figures such as the Fuzors still exist, but this guy still takes weird and gives it a run for its money. It's hard to say the figure's neon orange, jet black and dark jade colours mix all too well, but it's certainly very interesting to look at. What elevates this figures somewhat lackluster palette choice is its use of translucent plastic. This figure has excellent light piping that is incorporated seamlessly into the rest of the design. If you take it outside and thrust it under one of the sun's glorious rays, the figure practically springs to life with 3 beady green eyes. It's charming. That's how I would best describe this figure. Charming.

It's weird four mandible head pushes it to the very corners of humanism. In an attempt to integrate with earth's ecosystem, this guy has found himself in love with the muck, the slime and the many bogs of our planet. This coincides especially with his main, water squirting gimmick. Small beams of liquid can squirt in somewhat impressive jets from his mouth due to a pump mechanism housed on his tail. Unfortunately, due to age, or perhaps the clear plastic itself, the fin on my figure has snapped. The gimmick is still usable despite the damage, so I found myself surprisingly unbothered. I assume this is where the figure gets its name, "Jetstorm". Credit where credit is due on Kenner/Hasbro's behalf as this name is well-used, apt and clever.

Due to the nature of this gimmick, this figure's robot's mode is rather kibblesome. Personally, this is no problem for me, I can accept it as part of the off-the-wall unweildy design. But to someone such as you, I can see why it may end up a point of contension. One bit of kibble even I refuse to excuse is the arms. The beast mode eyes become these weird cosmonaut bubble wrist gauntlets, that only serve to make the figure cumbersome. This time not in a charming way. If you want to hide these very obvious forearm eyeballs, then you can spin the lower arm, revealing a rather annoying screw, front and centre on each arm.

Still, overall the robot mode is compelling in a way extremely typical of niché Beast Wars figures. It looks like something dredged from the bottom of the Black Lagoon. Or the result of an entire barrel's worth of toxic waste falling on a lonely Dragonfly. Either way, I love it.

Beast Mode:

Transforming to beast mode is a satisfying and acceptably snappy affair, which results in a very competent Dragonfly. The black from the kibble carapace comes in to switch the figures colour-scheme to that of a darker tone, with highlights of light orange and translucent green. Four wings on its back pivot and swivel, the two lower wings having less poseability than the uppermost ones. Were it not for the leggy undercarriage, I would deign to call this Beast Mode near-perfect. Unfortunately in the universe we inhabit, we are not blessed with such transcendant levels of engineering. Still, as a semi-realistic dragonfly, it's not a bad attempt. Before I forget, it's important to acknowledge the flip-out missiles. By pressing a button on its upper tail/ lower back (?) two small boxy rocket launchers snap out at a surprisingly fast speed. Once they're out you can press on the top of the launchers to fire a snot green missile. Standard stuff really. Just make sure you give the rockets enough clearance.

Conclusion

I would be amiss if I didn't mention my emotional connection to this little dude. He's one of the first Transformers I collected when I started out doing so in serious capacity as an adult. I remember seeing him, thinking "A Transformer that turns into a dragonfly?? COOL!!!" and immediately purchasing him. Oh what moving displays of wonder and innocence. Even now, as the wretched husk I find myself transformed into (My alternate mode is me, but 4 years older. It takes 4 years to transform into this mode, as you might imagine) it's very easy to find things to enjoy in this figure.

Rating:

4.1/5

A brush with greatness.

...

Light of day burns his

wretched den of mire and murk,

home to the fiercest.

More beast than machine,

jetstorm patrols open air,

sharp as guillotine.

#beast wars #transformers #toy review #review #retro toys