#basura text

[callmerosiie]

This week been LONG AND TIRING

and all I want right now this morning is to get my walls spread 😩

#text post #imma nap then 🙄 #nggas around me are BASURA

[fanby-fckry]

[ID: Text: Oh yes. The three genders; Image: three signs in Spanish with English translations edited in (from left to right: Basura [Garbage] Señoras [Ladies] Señores [Gentlemen]) Image Below: Valentino, Velvette, and Vox, each matched with one of the signs: Valentino (Garbage) Velvette (Ladies) Vox (Gentlemen) // End ID]

#i had to flip this image to make it fit but it was worth it #ah yes the genders #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #valentino hazbin hotel #velvette hazbin hotel #vox #vox hazbin hotel #fanby’s fuckery

[luvermore]

I think a big problem with adaptions in general is the way fans are looking at it. In all honesty, you will not, under any circumstance, have the exact (emphasis on exact) same feeling for adaption as you did the original text/media. That childlike wonder or nostalgia you were trying desperately to recapture will only hold a candle to your initial reactions. That’s why people will say, “I wish I could read/watch it for the first time again”, because you won’t have that first time again. For me, I loved The Little Mermaid (live action) I literally rewatch it all the time! But, I’d be lying if I said I got the same feelings for it as I did as that little girl watching cartoon Ariel. It’s just not possible. It can bring you a sense of nostalgia but it will never bring you back completely to who you were when you first read it.

I totally get being disappointed or not loving it. There are plenty of adaptions to my favorite books I think are straight basura. But some of you tear down adaptions and actors like your life depends on it. If you don’t love it why do you think people who do shouldn’t be able to enjoy it? You can hate it all you want but don’t infringe on other people’s love for it.

#pjo show #pjo adaptation #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #disney the little mermaid #the little mermaid #halle bailey #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #Aryan simhadri #grover underwood #annabeth chase #princess ariel #movie adaptions #book adaptions #Disney adaptions

[bisayawa]

pearl of the orient sea ; alejandro vargas/filo! reader

― fluff

desc: filo! reader headcanons (moreso on scenarios bc i'm not a pro at this headcanon thing but shh)

note: something self-indulgent for me & the peenoise out there, but just to clear, i am from cebu so bisaya/cebuano comes more naturally to me. (if you're feeling particularly left out, don't be afraid to comment some of your own hcs of your province!!)

first & foremost, before everything else i think he'd be interested in the language, most especially the words. he'd catch one or two in the middle of the sentence so he'd only have the faintest idea of the conversation but hey, that's better than nothing.

he knew it was at the start of your relationship where he noticed that your native tongue & his overlapped in some ways. upon closer inspection, he can pinpoint it somewhere in the fourth date.

your phone was ringing & despite numrous attempts to quiet it down & go on with the conversation, the phone won. you needed to take this call.

you excused yourself as courteously as you could, distancing yourself away. you gave him a sorry smile & asked for forgiveness (he'd forgive you, cariño, don't worry) but even still, alejandro heard bits & pieces of the conversation ― turns out it was with your mother.

he was all wide eyes & stares when you answered the phone with harsh vowels & tough tones. he heard similar words ― silla, aparador, toalla, zapatos, medias.

the vowels were open, the consonants were clipped ― almost strict in your pronunciation. he doesn't recall you ever talking to anyone like this, so curt & quick.

he wasn't paying to the conversation, just the sound of your voice, the rise & fall of tempo.

when you finished, he had to collect himself before attempting conversation again.

"what was that language you were speaking?" he chuckles. "you sounded angry."

you laughed with him. there was a dimple on your cheek & another near the corner of your lips. he could look at you forever.

"that was cebuano, my native language. well ―" you looked up, trying to recollect some faraway knowledge. "philippines ― the official language is filipino but they really mean to say tagalog & it's mostly spoken on the northern islands and... you know what, this needs a visual aid, hold on."

and so the date went, with an enthusiastic lesson about your homeland, the differences of each island & region, the multitude of languages all inside one country.

at times he just stared. you were so energetic about this, so excited to share information possibly stewing inside you, most especially when you take into account that you've had to move to las almas, a different country with different cultures.

he learned much from that day with you and, funnily enough, recalls the numerous times your spelling got a bit finicky whenever you texted.

manzanas became mansanas, azucar became asukar (or hell, asukal), zapatos were sapatos, prutas, kutsilyo, baso, even baño was misspelled... & now he finally knew why.

some afternoons were spent with that topic in mind.

your head was on his chest. hands mindlessly wandering the expanse of his torso, the sides of his stomach, the veins on his forearm.

"cariño," he asks. "what's your word for monday?"

"lunes."

hardly paying attention to your words, you see bones in his wrist. you want to hold it.

he chuckles & you feel it under your cheek.

"so they match? how about sunday?"

"domingo." the vein looks blue on his skin.

"¿viernes?"

"uh, biyernes." another match.

"¿jueves?"

"huwebes." match

"hmm, let's see." one of his hands is in your hair. you grow sleepy. "zapatos, sombrero, regalo ―"

"bumbero, basura, libro, sabado," you list with him.

he laughs at that ― a big hearty one, with his teeth bared & the smile reaching his eyes. he had a freckle on one side of his jaw. you crane up to kiss it.

in turn, he cranes to kiss your forehead.

"hmm," he says. "what's your word for january?"

some weekends were spent running around las almas, trying to find local ingredients for food. (cue several questions/arguments happening)

"i could make tortang talong?"

"talong?"

"talong means eggplant, langga."

"torta...? eggplant sandwich?"

"wh ―"

― - -

"what do you mean torta means omelet?!"

"eggplant sandwich?!"

― ― ―

"we have something called, uh, puto?"

"...excuse me?"

― ― ―

"amor, you also have menudo in the philippines?"

"yEAH ―"

some days are spent pinching his cheek & cooing like a lola :)

you squinch his cheek.

"sus, ikaw ba, ikaw ba! ka gwapoooo sa akong palangga."

guapo, his mind helpfully supplies. he preens under the praise.

"ang karnero nga gamay, ka kulot sa iyang buhok!"

"hey, what does that mean?"

"it means i like you & i like your face."

you kiss the squinched cheek.

langga/palangga = darling

sus, ikaw ba. ka gwapo sa akong palangga = oh, you! my darling is so handsome

ang karnero nga gamay, ka kulot sa iyang buhok = the little sheep, how curly is his hair

note: this was a bit short! i'll make more if/when something sparks me, bye

#completely self inserting but alé & reader would hate elbows on the dinner table i think #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #colonel vargas x reader #colonel vargas x you #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #mwii #my fic.

[el-futuro-no-se-desecha]

Ayudando a 10mo con reciclaje

❀ ˙ ♡ frase ♡ ˙  ❀

Reciclar es vida para mi y para el planeta. - Anónimo.

❀ ˙ ♡ descripción del problema ♡ ˙ ❀

El reciclaje es el proceso de recolección y transformación de materiales para convertirlos en nuevos productos, y que de otro modo serían desechados como basura. Se cree que el reciclaje, así como lo pensamos actualmente, tuvo su origen en Japón, donde alrededor del año 1031 comenzó la primera reutilización de papel desechado de la que se tenga registro. Si en 2018 se consumieron 421,88 millones de toneladas métricas de papel, ni pensar en cuanto se habrá desechado hasta este 2023. Por eso reciclar es tan importante, ya que el papel reciclado ayuda a disminuir en un 35% la contaminación del agua y en un 74% la contaminación del aire. 

En el proyecto de reciclaje, se recolecta papel para poder reciclarlo y ayudar al planeta y al medio ambiente. Para la recolección de dicho papel se necesitan cajas en las cuales recoger el papel de manera segura, la cual conserve el papel. El problema es que estas cajas necesitan ser inspirativas, que tengan un decorativo que llamen la atención para que las personas tengan mayor motivación a involucrarse en problemas sociales. Allí es donde los estudiantes de segundo año de bachillerato de artes visuales entran en acción.

En nuestro colegio, se solían hacer campañas de reciclaje, pero estás fueron interrumpidas por la pandemia. Este es el segundo año desde que el proyecto ha sido retomado.

❀ ˙ ♡ participación ♡ ˙ ❀

Primero, nuestro asesor nos explicó sobre que teníamos que hacer y cuál era su visión para lo que teníamos que decorar. Somos cinco estudiantes y habían cinco cajas grandes sin pintar, por lo que la decisión fue rápida y quedó zanjado que cada uno pintaría una caja. Como teníamos que crear un diseño que sea creativo y sustentable, decidimos hacer un collage de periódicos viejos.

Planeamos el diseño a utilizar, al ver que este requería periódicos, tuvimos que reunirlos. Tuvimos que conseguir pegamento para poder pegar los trozos de periódico en las cajas y, así, decorar las cajas para informar del reciclaje.

❀ ˙ ♡ reflexión personal ♡ ˙ ❀

Gracias a este proyecto fui capaz de volver a participar en el proyecto de reciclaje SIR. Pensé sobre las nuevas generaciones y como es bueno ayudar a hacer del mundo un lugar mejor y ayudar a formar buenos hábitos de reciclaje en las personas del colegio. De esa manera cambiar poco a poco el pensamiento de las nuevas generaciones.

❀ ˙ ♡ aprendizajes CAS alcanzados ♡ ˙ ❀

• Identificar en uno mismo los puntos fuertes y las áreas en las que se necesita mejorar.

• Mostrar que se han afrontado desafíos y se han desarrollado nuevas habilidades en el proceso.

• Mostrar compromiso y perseverancia en las actividades/proyectos.

• Mostrar habilidades de trabajo en equipo y reconocer los beneficios del trabajo colaborativo.

❀ ˙ ♡ bibliografía ♡ ˙ ❀

• Statista. (2021, 27 septiembre). Consumo mundial de papel y cartón 2007-2018. https://es.statista.com/estadisticas/600580/consumo-mundial-de-papel-y-carton/#:~:text=En%20el%20a%C3%B1o%202018%2C%20la,5%20millones%20de%20toneladas%20m%C3%A9tricas

• Twenergy. (2019, 13 noviembre). Papel Reciclado: ¿Qué es y Para Qué se Usa? | Twenergy. Twenergy. https://twenergy.com/ecologia-y-reciclaje/reciclaje/papel-reciclado/

• https://www.ecologiaverde.com/las-mejores-frases-de-reciclaje-1495.html

[enoughbykelela]

I have not had a good birthday since grade school. Lol no exaggeration. My adult birthdays have been lonely sad and me mourning my frail health lmfaoo! Sorry to be negative. But I am definitely mourning my friendships esp my hs best friend. She just got engaged and her bday is only 2 days after mine and it’s not a peep I even got from her. Ugh. My mom won’t even text me back really and I hate my mom !😭😭😩 I’ll be fine but god lol. I even got scheduled @ work even tho I asked for time off bc my boss had to take his stupid vacation time before it expired. Basura! Watch me use all this to reason myself to getting a 2nd cat to feel less lonely

[betsabe09-mtz]

consciencia ambiental!

Holaa! todxs conocemos que es el medio ambiente, necesitamos de él para vivir, así como él necesita de nosotxs los seres vivos y humanos. "La conservación del medio ambiente nos garantiza y asegura los servicios ambientales, que nos brinda la naturaleza por medio de los cuales satisfacemos nuestras necesidades básicas (regulación y soporte de la vida". (Comisión Natural de Aguas Protegidas, 2020)

Algo que normalmente pasa en mi comunidad es las fugas de agua, hace algunos meses pasamos por una escases de agua muuuy fea, ya que nos tuvieron que reducir agua y hasta a algunos municipios no les llegan el agua, se quedaban días sin agua o hasta semanas. El agua es un recurso muy importante ya que es vital para nuestra vida, el agua nos sirve de mucha ayuda para nuestra vida cotidiana como por ejemplo, beberla, hacer de comer, limpiar, darle a nuestras mascotas, etc. Es muy importante el cuidado de ella, es por eso que aquí dejo algunas recomendaciones para ahorrar el agua y evitar otra escasez de ella. "*Cierra el grifo mientras te enjabonas las manos o te lavas los dientes *Llena moderadamente el lavabo al afeitarte en lugar de dejar correr el agua. *Coloca una papelera en el cuarto de baño para evitar usar el inodoro como basura. *Dúchate en lugar de bañarte y cierra el grifo mientras te enjabonas. *Instala economizadores o aireadores en los grifos y en la alcachofa de la ducha. Reducen el caudal y la diferencia es inapreciable" (Canal de Isabel ll, Sociedad Anónima, M. P., 2023).

AYELEN BETSABE MARTINEZ TORRES

REFERENCIAS:

De Áreas Naturales Protegidas, C. N. (n.d.). El gran valor de la conservación. gob.mx. https://www.gob.mx/conanp/es/articulos/el-gran-valor-de-la-conservacion?idiom=es#:~:text=La%20conservaci%C3%B3n%20del%20medio%20ambiente,y%20soporte%20de%20la%20vida).

Los mejores consejos para ahorrar agua en tu hogar. (n.d.). Canal Isabel II. Retrieved September 5, 2023, from https://www.canaldeisabelsegunda.es/-/consejos-para-ahorrar-agua-en-tu-hogar

Antes de continuar. (n.d.). https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https://img.freepik.com/vector-gratis/dibujado-mano-dia-mundial-agua_23-2148847940.jpg&tbnid=hn-Q0wrSGoUH-M&vet=1&imgrefurl=https://www.freepik.es/fotos-vectores-gratis/ahorrar-agua&docid=h8VDBTfHFiTkIM&w=626&h=626&itg=1&hl=es&source=sh/x/im/m5/1

[nkira24]

Seeing the chaos that broke out on Twitter for several things, including the issue of AI and other things from the verified bastard. Now I am going to post more things here as if it were Twitter.

I know it's not the same, but I need at least a place to feel comfortable while things calm down. Also, one thing I see from here is that I can even publish long texts and with that mini stories.

Would you like to see some One Shots or what?

Ahora aprecio mi español salvaje!!

Bueno, por si no entendieron lo que dije arriba en inglés, técnicamente Twitter es un desmadre actualmente, ya de por sí el tema de los verificados era una basura, imagínense ahora con el tema de la IA de la que se está hablando.

Así que me quedaré aquí a publicar algunas cosas, aunque aviso que los textos serán en inglés, porque necesito mejorar mi inglés. Pero seguiré un poco en Twitter pero como espectador, ya que admito que el chisme está bueno jaja.

#nightkira #text #español #english

[profoundhologramtree]

https://www.tumblr.com/new/text

Toda la basura es basura...

[mgsiglesias]

X-Men Hellfire Gala Happening for REALSIES at San Diego Comic-Con?!  via #ClownfishTV

great video of them talking about this garbage that is hellfire gala made by these marvel woke activists. great video reading this news about this thing and how they interpreted the text by changing their voices. whoever wrote the text exaggerated in activism to suck up to marvel.  comments from kneon & geeksparkles laughing 8:40 best part.

otimo video deles falando sobre essa coisa horrorosa que é hellfire gala feita por esses ativistas da marvel. comentarios de kneon & geeksparkles rindo 8:40 melhor parte.

gran video de ellos hablando de esta basura que es una X-Men Hellfire Gala hecha por estos activistas de Marvel Woke. 

gran video leyendo esta noticia  quien escribió el texto exagerado en el activismo para aspirar a maravillarse.  comentarios de kneon & geeksparkles riendo 8:40 mejor parte.

#youtube

[denenotdean]

020623 - Monday

Pang ilang Lunes na ba 'to? Parang pagod na ako magbilang. As a person who's very kin to dates parang lahat big deal for me. Seems like...tangina parang ganito ako nung namatay si Papa. Lahat ng bagay big deal. Lahat ng bagay may meaning. I just don't want to reach the point where I just come home to sleep and get up to go to work...ayoko na. Sobrang ayoko na...

So ayon, back to the ball game. Bumangon akong nag-look forward sa araw na 'to but my lower back hurts. It hurts like hell. 'Di ko alam but I'm assuming that I'm gonna have my period soon. 'Tis probably some PMS...I guess. Sobrang stress ko na naman siguro kaya delayed. Yeah. Should be. I shouldn't be preggo or something. Or whatever. Should I see a specialist na? Idk. Anyways, pumasok ako ng office. Naglakad going to San Miguel Ave., looking forward to Monday. Supposedly chill day — but it wasn't a chill day. Nawala sa isip ko. May ttrain akong tao...of course, my impatient ass. Dude, sobrang simpleng instruction 'di magets. Buti nalang. Mel saved the day.

Lunch time, medyo natuwa mag-meeting ang legal team. 'Di ba uso pahinga sa inyo? 🙃 ni hindi ko na naman nahawakan masyado yung cellphone ko. Tapos kaliwa't kanang consult. 'Di naman nag-push through. Sayang sa oras! Sayang laway mag-explain. Hay nako.

So ayon, OTy na naman tayo mga mamsh dahil kadahilanan na nag-update ang aking OS at kailangan ko magsend ng letter sa ibang LA for our next content.

Pauwi ako kanina. Sobrang baho ng amoy ng UV. As in nakakasuka yung amoy. Hindi masangsang pero forst time ko makaencounter ng ganong amoy na pabango. Duwal fest. Kaloka.

Nakauwi na naman ako na bedtime na dapat. Medyo gutom ako at hindi ko alam kakainin ko. Narealize ko hindi na ako ganon kaayos. Untrimmed eyebrows, no make up. I'm not even wearing lipstick. Nakakahiya kanina may client akong bumisita. Feeling ko muka akong basura 😭

Texted Vindy na gutom ako. Sabi niya sumama daw ako kasi ihahatid niya si Diane sa work

Kakain dapat kami ng Angel's Burger kaso 'di ko bet yung burger ngayon. So we ended up going home. We talked about their agenda going to Canada. Mamimiss ko sila. Ayan na naman tayo eh. May mangiiwan na naman...

Anyways, ginawa ko nang diary 'tong Tumblr ko. Who cares about my day anyways? 😅 So 'yon. I have to prep for shoot on Wednesday. Beauty rest muna 'ko 😝

#prsnlsht #random #random rant

[the-letter-horror-lover]

kuroSHITsuji ii electric boobaloo

eggdestroyer666

Summary:

help i’m watching black butler for the first time in 2016 and i couldn’t handle season 2! what happens next will shock you

Notes:

you may NOTICE, that some of this makes no sense. if i had an explanation, it’d go here. what these are is just weird little drabbles (is that the word? help) & stale memes i wrote up while watching (and reflecting on) kuroshitsuji ii and trying not to go insane because of how horrible a time i was having i’m sorry to anyone who liked it no offense i just did not like it didn’t think it was a good substitute for what the manga has to offer and while it has its moments, i’m generally just glad it isn’t canon. right? it’s not canon right? ? anyways thanks for reading um yeah! buckle up or.. something :) please don’t read this mom

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: ciel needs help

Chapter Text

“the fuck kinda shabby piece of shit lets a fuckin spider LIVE”

claude gasps, offended. “earl phantomhive, such an opinion is not welcome in this household!!”

ciel doesn’t notice. “sebastian let’s leave you know i hate spiders more than i hate myself even”

sebastian’s mouth quirks up in one of his creepy ass smiles. “yes, my lord”

ciel turns on his heel and marches out of the threshold, butler dutifully at his heels. sebastian turns around and gives claude a two-eyed wink.

did you just … are you trying to… wink at me? claude thinks as his left eyebrow raises slightly.

sebastian flicks some spider shit off his shoulder, glancing once more at the strange bespectacled man, thinking: yes, i did. i wink with both my eyes.

that’s just blinking

NO, it’s

“o—oh god… what the hell is happening to me this is the third time today” ciel looks around the lavishly furnished entrance hall, vision swimming and stomach churning violently. his ears are full of a loud, piercing ringing and he scarcely notices when he tilts backwards into sebastian and clutches at him like a lifeline.

he scarcely notices, but indeed he does notice after a critical moment in which he has displayed weakness in front of the demon. he extracts himself from sebastian’s protective embrace and regains his balance more than a little unsteadily.

Chapter 2: alois is a pic e of basura

Notes:

this chapter has some rapey shit in it. like, not explicit. you could argue that they are doing nothing of the sort. tihs is wehre that one tag up there comes in. i dont condone this stuff. in any case - be warned! skip this if it makes you uncomfortable! thank u! this thing isn't like coherent and doesn't have a coherent plot so there's no harm in skipping it :) thank u for reading this awful monstrosity

ciel’s beginning to maybe enjoy himself a little. yeah he feels uncomfortable, but when has that ever stopped him before! it’s with this thought that he crashes into a blue-clad figure holding a tray of wine. the wine is red, he notices now. it is hard to not notice it when it is in fact now covering the entire right side of his costume’s front, and dripping.

“oh! i am so terribly sorry, sir, i didn’t see you there!” the tray-carrier exclaims.

“it’s nothing, don’t worry about it” ciel says politely.

"i must get you a new jacket. please, follow me.” implores the blond in the apron.

ciel ponders this. he doesn’t have parents to tell him not to talk to strangers, so he sees nothing wrong with this situation. “ok, thank you very much, lead the way miss”

they take a few hallways and staircases and soon ciel is completely turned around. he’s even more disoriented by the fact that his vision continues to swim every so often as if he was having some kind of breakdown or something. what’s up with that

lost alone in a mansion with a person he doesn’t know, ciel continues to see nothing wrong with this situation. “so where did you say we were going again?”

the blond finally turns around to face him, this time with a disturbing smile and an equally disturbing tongue waggle. “i didn’t!!” at this the maid dress comes flying off, revealing a completely naked alois tracy. the boy then tears off ciel’s pants and—

the eyepatch practically whizzes off ciel's face. “SEBASTIAN, COME!!!”

in the painstaking twelve seconds it takes sebastian to locate him, ciel will not admit that he shed a tear or two. never in his life.

“what the hell is going on here you motherfuckers!!!”

“sebastian, stop him!” ciel is definitely crying now, fuck.

“at once.” after a brief (very brief) struggle, the blond is torn from his unsuspecting victim more violently than strictly necessary; and as if he’d been following sebastian this whole time, the other butler™ skids down the hall and grabs a hold of his young master.

“claude!” said young master exclaims.

“aloi—i mean!! your majesty, what is happening here? why are you in your birthday suit?!”

“i was just giving ciel phantomhive a warm welcome is all” the boy exclaims cheerfully, happening to glance over at—no one!

“where is ciel?!?!!?!” he roars, red-faced and ready to throw down.

ciel is already the fuck out of there at that point, pants on and also equally ready to throw down, though decidedly more scarred for life than the other party.

“sebastian, i think that might not have been a maid!”

“oh?” sebastian says, mouth quirking. “then who, pray tell, may it have been?”

ciel looks a little dead inside. “the master of this house, alois tracy. of course. he even had his name tattooed on his chest. what do you take me for”

sebastian is saved having to answer that dangerous question by the sudden appearance of alois riding on claude’s back, both of them moving at a terrifying speed towards the fleeing duo.

“you won’t escape me, ciel! i’ve waited a long time to meet you! i mean it! it’s been like two weeks, god dammit!”

ciel groans. “sebastian, you think you can get rid of them?”

“i’m afraid this may be a little out of my depth at the moment. though i do understand the sentiment.”

“hmm…” ciel quickly formulates a plan. “this is what’s going to happen, and it is an order: …"

—

“—and i said, ‘girl, i trusted you! i trusted you and you spat in my mouth!’ and she was having none of that, i say, she says to me , she says ‘and i’ll spit in it a thousand more times if that’s what it takes!’ … true story, by the way, this actually happened—”

ciel knows this is the smartest thing he could be doing in this situation, he really does. he hates being smart sometimes. at the current moment, it is because his calculations have led to no better solution than to be accompanied by the strange indian prince and his butler. he isn't trying to have another incident, and without sebastian ciel doesn’t quite feel … safe in this place. it's weird. but hanging out with the prince, he almost feels like he's among .. friends...

~::~

Fortunately, by the time Alois rips the wig off and puts his tongue up the side of Ciel’s ear, Sebastian is already lying in wait for the order to make this madness stop. Ciel can feel Alois lapping up his earwax and it seriously skeeves him out. Just what does this fucker want from me anyway? A whisper of some dark emo bullshit from the taller boy is the last goddamn straw.

“Sebastian!” Ciel whisper-shouts hoarsely, strategically ignoring the fact that his voice is several octaves higher than normal.

“Who are you talking to, little boy? I’m the only one here…” Alois mutters into Ciel’s ear. “I want to have you… possess you… tonight will you let me in…?"

Said little boy cringes. At the same time, his demon butler shoots past like an arrow and grapples onto him like a bird of prey. Ciel has never been gladder to see him in his entire young life.

“Get me out of here!” Ciel demands, both eyes bare and wide in terror. He feels sick. Sweat sticks hair to forehead and shirt to back.

“At once, young master.” Sebastian replies, intense disdain evident in his voice and facial expression.

In the copse behind them, Alois seethes. “Claude! Go after them! Get me Ciel Phantomhive, or there will be consequences!”

Claude is crouching in a nearby tree. He sets off immediately, not because he fears his master’s threats, but because he fears reneging on their contract. His hand itches where the pentagram sits on his skin like a reminder that this was his life now.

Ciel swallows heavily. He tastes bile in his mouth from when he spilled his guts earlier in the cellar. Powering through the pervading sick feeling that clings to him like a spiderweb, he addresses Sebastian once more.

“I want Alois Tracy dead, and I want him dead tonight. Is that clear?”

Sebastian’s mouth twists into a mock-sweet smile. “Of course, my lord."

~::~

[From “Forunately,” to “normal.” aka the ear thing, (#puke) — ]

“Who’s Sebastian?” Alois says with a frown. “I’m the only one for you now, Phantomhive. I’m gonna have you no matter wh—“

“Excuse me.”

Ciel is ripped from Alois in an instant and put behind the barrier of a familiar broad back.

“Excuse you!” Alois peers around Sebastian to leer at Ciel. “He’s mine, I tell you! CLAUDE!”

“You rang” Claude is there.

“Get me that boy!”

“Yes your majesty.” Claude says.

“Sebastian, kill Alois Trancy.” Ciel whispers.

Sebastian nods. “Yes my lord."

there is a battle between the two. who wins? who’s next? you decide! [a/n: I’m wiped the fuck out lol fangs 4 redding!!!11]

Chapter 3: ciel has amnesia

Summary:

also stabby stab blood. that happens too

Chapter Text

as soon as he gets back to his manor, ciel notices something is definitely wrong.

“okay either i had a crazy growth spurt in the past week or? i don’t even know what” his legs don't hang nearly as childlike off the edge of his bed as he remembers. ciel looks around the room. “sebastian?”

sebastian appears. thank god he was right in the corner watching paint dry or whatever the hell “yes my lord?”

“how tall am i?”

a flash of something, then, materializes on sebastian’s face. it is gone behind the pokerface in an instant, too quickly to judge its nature, but ciel is certain he saw it. “pardon?”

“how tall am i?” did i fucking stutter?

“well, let’s see…” sebastian zooms off for a moment and appears with a tape measure in his hand.

“look” ciel looks. he’s 150 cm tall. “ha ha you’re a baby”

“shut your fucking trap sebastian this is serious.” sebastian is still laughing but is trying valiantly to hide it. ciel chooses to ignore this in favor of addressing the problem at hand.

“since when am i that tall? last time i remember i was at least like 5 cm shorter!”

“you ARE a growing boy, young master”

“oh my god sebastian stop for a minute.. this is weird!! why wou—“ ciel wavers, clapping a hand over his mouth. his vision blurs like it had in the tracy manor. he’s on the floor by the time it begins to subside. the first thing he sees is sebastian’s face. ciel groans internally. ugh why as if i need the extreme closeup honestly

there’s something in the twist of his eyebrows, though, that ciel cannot ignore. he’s only kinda conscious, so maybe he’s imagining it, but sebastian looks really actually worried? what the hell??

it’s a minute before ciel realizes sebastian is saying something to him. the same something, in fact, repeatedly.

“young master!”

"young master!!”

"young master!!!”

“…uughh…” ciel tries to get up, lolling his head around embarrassingly in the process. “stop it with the exclamation points…sebastian”

that look hasn’t quite escaped the butler though, and it has ciel worried. just what the hell is sebastian hiding from him??

~::~

“Just give up already, fool! You know you can’t beat me!” Ciel spits.

Alois remains firm in his conviction. “Over my dead body!"

Lightning courses through Ciel's veins. Blood pounds out of the wound on his palm. He turns his eye towards the pitiful wreck clinging to his clothes and pants:

“So be it."

Adrenaline gives Ciel the strength he needs to plunge his sword up the other boy's soft palette, killing him instantly. He has won. The earl lets his defeated opponent drop unceremoniously to the floor in a slap of blood. He straightens up and paces out of the hall in search of his butler.

Somehow, it doesn’t feel like winning at all.

Chapter 4: its over.. isn't it

Summary:

horrible

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Hana emerges from the lake like something out of a horror movie, sopping wet hair covering her face and hunched back. Under her arm is the limp figure of Ciel. Sebastian can only stare as she floats in eerie silence to the boat in which he is waiting.

“What have you done…” he murmurs quietly. She deposits the drowned boy onto one of the rowboat’s seats. The demon trio row them to shore in what could have been an eternity for how long it feels. The boy isn’t dead, but it almost seems like…

“OH MY GOD WHAHTH TFUCK IS—“ Ciel sits up in a panic, unaware of his surroundings. He sucks in air and is confused. “I’m not… drowning.”

“Young master.”

Ciel sees Sebastian. “Sebastian! Wh…” he looks around some more.

“What the hell am I doing on this boat again, I thought we already— wait a minute.”

He sees Hana and the three amigos.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no. Oh god. I thought that was a dream. That was real? That shit really happened?” His eyes are wide. He clutches Sebastian’s shoulders and shakes them, looking up at him in distress.

“Is the seal still there, Sebastian? Is the contract still there?”

Sebastian sees the purple ring and pentagram still inscribed on Ciel’s eyeball. “Yes, my lord.” But…

“You’re a demon now Ciel” Hana says. She’s running her hand through the water. This shit makes no sense. How could it end like thi

“Umm…” Ciel looks from Hana to Sebastian, and back. “Excuse me? Did some shady deal go on behind my back or something?” Man I really need to stop passing out for these things...

“I did not go behind your back this time, sir.” Sebastian responds politely. “Hana here and her… contractee… have requested the transformation."

Ciel chokes a little. “UM, but that means LAST TIME, you— "

“You might be wondering how this is possible?” Hana interrupts. She looks bored out of her mind.

“Well, I suppose so, among other things…”

“The process is actually simple!” Sebastian points out cheerfully. He loves explaining. “First, the—“

“Will you shut up!” Hana now looks more ired than tired. “God! Now, what I was going to say was—“

“—probably too inflammatory for the young master’s ears. I cannot in good conscience allow him to be subjected to such language! As his butler, I am responsible for—“

“—nothing!! Absolutely nothing! I don’t know how that godforsaken contract is still in place, given how blasé both of you fuckers have been about the terms you set down, but I’M the one who—“

“—needs to stop it with this gag!” Ciel interjects, shaking his head furiously. “I don’t even care anymore! I’m a demon now, so what? Not like anything else in my life makes any bleeding sense!”

With that, the boy rises to his feet and dives off the side of the boat. Sebastian catches him around the middle before he goes sleeping with the fishes and hauls him back on board.

~::~

Hana’s glowing eyes fix Ciel in place. She speaks. “You’re a demon, Ciel.”

After a few stunned seconds, he responds. “I’m a what?”

“A demon, Ciel.”

“A demon?”

“Yes, Ciel.” She sighs. “You’re a demon."

“No, I’m not. I’m… just Ciel.”

“Well,‘Just Ciel’ . You’re a demon!”

“But I’m just Ciel!”

“No!!, 'Just Ciel,’ you ARE a Demon!”

“Listen here Hana! I’m just Ciel!”

“NO! Ciel, you are a DEMON.”

~::~

“Ciel, this music…” Lizzy is grimacing. “It’s creepy…”

Ciel sweats. “Uhh!! -hH!” He makes a slicing motion across his throat. Across the room, Sebastian kills the record player. "Well, you know what’s always good and not creepy?!? ..Cake!!”

“Ciel…”

“Hmm? WhAt is it Lizzy?” his voice definitely doesn’t crack.

“You’re acting really weird…”

“What are you talking about I always act this way there is absolutely no reason for alarm, and DEFINItely no reason to THINK that I, CIEL, PHANTOMHIVE, have been Magically Transformed,,, into,… a DEMON????!!! I ALWAYS ACT THIS WA??Y?”

Lizzy raises an eyebrow. “Like I said. Weird.”

Ciel is really sweaty now. “S-Sebastian!! Help!!” he whisper-shouts.

“Ah.” Sebastian glides across the room with the utmost grace. “I must apologize on the behalf of the young master. You see, when a boy reaches a certain age, strange things begin to happen to his—“

“OH!” Lizzy interjects. "I get it now.” She smiles knowingly at Ciel, who looks about 10x as sweaty as he did before he called his butler over. “Puberty can be nasty, I know. I’m sorry I judged you. We can go do something else if you don’t want to dance.”

Ciel’s violent perspiration is replaced by a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Lizzy.” Whew.

“Do you think she bought it?” Ciel whispers to Sebastian as they exit the room.

“Honestly? Probably not.” Sebastian never lies. “But I lampshaded it with all that puberty talk, so it should be fine.”

“See, the thing about that is…” Ciel looks shifty. “What exactly IS puberty?"

~::~

“So,” Ciel smirks, “how’s it feel to be my eternal servant?"

“You’re not the worst person to play butler to. Plus, I can do THIS:”

Sebastian picks Ciel up from the carriage doorstep and spins him around.

“AAAAGH! What the FUCK! You think I missed that shit the first time you did it, asshole??!” Ciel rages while being set down, face steaming in embarrassment. There are people around! People on the street! Staring! Laughing! Sebastian is laughing!

“No, no,” his butler says, “it’s just too good to not do it multiple times. Forgive me.”

The small earl turns around grumbling. He stomps away, cane in hand. Sebastian follows.

Notes:

that's all i have lol

i mean maybe i;;ll writ emore garbage in the future. dont bank on it though

thank you so much for reading!!! have a nice day. hopefully this steaming pile didn't ruin it. ...have a good one!!! :D

Notes:

i feel like i should've written more soma and agni, beacuse, i love them,, but i didn't want to make them doodlebobs of themselves,, and also kuroshitsuji ii didn't feature them too much,, which made me dissappointed. im so so happy they keep coming back in the manga soma is probably like.. atl east my 2nd fave. i love him

#black butler fanfiction

[losterthanlost]

September 19, 2022

Hello.

bago lang ko nahuman magsunog ug mga sunogonon for the day. akong manghod na lang ang akong gipatanggal sa mga hanger ug gipapilo sa mga nilabhan. on repeat lang ang "right where you left me" ni taylor swift while gasunog ko ganina. tapos napansin nako na dili lang ako ang gasunog, pati sad diay ang silingan namo na tigulang.

tapos kalit ra ko murag kahilakon. :< . dapat man gud nagaskwela na sad ko pareho sa kadaghanan sa mga batan-on sa among area. pero naa ko didtua nagasunog. online man or face-to-face dapat nagaskwela jud ko.

akoang duha ka amigo nagaskwela na sad sila, 3rd year na sila parehos. naga face-to-face classes na sad sila. nagahimo ug requirements. nagastudy. tapos ako diria nagalimpyo ug balay. dili pa jud maka-commit ug tarong.

maski ang plano na maglimpyo sa kwarto dugay kaayo nako mahimo. sa ako ginaasa ang pag-andam ug isip sa lutuonon pero dili sad ko ka-commit ana. mao na si mama ra gihapon ang gaisip. ako na lang ang galuto basta kabalo ko unsaon. samokan man pud gud ko. kay si mama man gud, pag palutuon ko niya ug karang dili nako kabisado, walay klaro maghatag ug instructions as in jud. dili niya mahatag ug nga usnud-sunod. dili niya mahatah tanan in one go na magets nako. ambot. langayan ko sa iyahang style "magtudlo" makabwisit. gusto unta nako, ang instructions karang mapicture out nako ba ang pagkasunud-sunod. pero luoy man sad gud si mama kung siya pa pati sa pagluto. kapoy na daan siya sa caddie2x tapos siya pa akong gusto na magluto.

naa sad ko urge na i-arrange ang mga arrangement sa gawas sa balay. as in, sa tinuod lang, gusto nako pangtanggalon nang mga tanom dapit sa amoang sampayan na landong samokan ko sa pwesto nila dinhaa. gusto sad nako upawan sa sagbot ang buong silong namo. bati ang buong palibot karang mga vines na gakatay na sa amoang cr ug kusina. kara tanan. sadyang talawit lang ko sa mga sawa or insects na pwede mupaak sa akoa didto sa likod kung ako ang magputol or manghagbas.

gusto sad unta nako na magka compost pit na mi. basta karang fixed area para sa mga mabulok na basura. kay ang akoang mga ginikanan jusko hangtod karon galabay gihapon ug mga mabulok sa cellophane. makabwisit. pero in fairness, dili na kaayo. kaisa pa lang this month. hahays. grabe dugay kaayo sila makakuha noh? as in halos half a year or cguro since end of last year pa ko gaingon sa ilaha about ana na basura. again. makabwisit.

karon naga-inom ko ug choco na gatas. naa sad ko nakastand by na tubig na naa sa akoang butanganan ug baso. naa na man kan-on so dili na ko magworry about ana. sa sud-an... si mama na bahala pag-uli niya. siya man magdecide gihapon kung unsa among sud-anon.

ayy shet. gicheck nako akong cellphone kay texan unta nako si mama kung magpaluto ba siya sa ako ug sud-an daan. tapos nagtext jud diay siya. nagpaluto siya ug manok na sinabawan na naay malunggay ug sayote. hahays. unsaon ba ni pagluto man. kailangan sa nako lutuon to intawon. baboosh po muna. hahays. alas 5 pa siya nag text sa akoa pero wala pa siya kauli. unta oki ra sila. luto sa ko.

[justrandommigs]

How the mid-august last for years?

25…twenty five…bente singko…dalawamput lima…dalawa at lima…dos at singko…pasko…

Sya.

Napakahalaga ng numerong yan sa buhay ko,..di dahil sa birthday ko ang petsang yan o score ko nung midterm…kundi may mas malalim pang dahilan…

NAKARAAN…nakaraan ko…nakaraan nya…nakaraan naming dalawa.

Dahil sa isang shout out nya sa facebook ay naiisipan kong isulat itong akdang ito…Isang bagay na lubos na nakaapekto sa sistema ko…parang package deal na kapag nakita o nakausap mo sya,ay kailangan mo ring tanggapin ang lahat ng emosyon na kasama nya…Pero kaya ako nagsulat ng bagong akda ay di dahil para sagutin ang sinabi nya na yun kundi para sa dalawang pansariling dahilan:

*una,para mailabas ang lahat ng emosyon na nagawa nyang punuin dahil sa mga sinabi nya...pakiramdam ko sasabog ako sa tuwa,lungkot,hapdi,kirot,saya,ngiti,galit,inis,panghihinayang,selos at takot…kaya kailangan kong magtapon ng basura sa espasyong ito…

*at ikalawa,para tulungan ang sarili ko na di na masyadong magpaapekto sa nakaraan…na sa palagay ko ay sa pamamagitan ng pagsusulat ay maididikit ko rin ng paunti unti sa espasyong ito ang sakit at saya na idinulot nya…(sana)

Pero alam ko sa sarili ko na di ko kaya…dahil kung kaya ko ay matagal ko na sanang nagawa,..matagal ko na sanang nabura ang mga letrang pinagtulungan naming iukit sa mga puso naming dalawa…WALA SA HABA NG PANAHON ANG SUKATAN NG PAGLIMOT…KUNDI SA PAGTANGGAP MO SA SARILI MONG WALA NA,MAIKLI MAN O MAHABA ANG BINIGAY SAYONG PALUGIT NG NAKARAAN PARA KALIMUTAN MO SYA.

Apat na napakahabang taon na ang lumipas pero sariwa parin ang alaala.Malinaw pa rin ang nakaraan.Matamis parin ang mga halik at mainit pa rin ang mga yakap…naroon pa rin sa karne sa loob ng bungo ko at sa involuntary na muscle sa dibdib ko..Di ko alam kung bakit,..di naman kasi natutunan sa eskwelahan,libro o FHM ang salitang “LIMOT” eh…(sana maidagdag na yan next sem sa curriculum…sana)…ang alam ko lang,di yan natatanggal na parang libag kapag naligo ka o puyat kapag natulog ka…HINDE.

Pero bakit nga ba hanggang ngayon ay detainee pa rin ako sa city jail ng nakaraan?

A.)Dahil ba walang tumutulong sakin para magpyansa?o 

B.)Dahil ayoko talagang umalis kahit na bukas naman ang pinto ng selda ko at pwedeng pwede naman ako tumakas?(Text JAIL<space> the letter of your answer and send it to 666 for all networks. Ex: JAIL A)

Tatlong buwan ko lang syang natawag na sa akin.Napakaikli kumpara sa apat na taon ng emosyon at damdamin para sa kanya…pero bakit nga ba?...bakit nga ba di magawang burahin ng mas mahabang oras ang napakaikling bilang sa kalendaryo?!Dahil ba sa mga bagay na ginawa nya para sa akin?O dahil ba sa mga bagay na nagawa ko dahil sa kanya?o baka parehas?!o baka wala?..pero kung anu man ang sa tingin nyo ang tamang sagot dyan,..isa lang ang dina magbabago,..ang katotohanang hanggang ngayon,nahihirapan akong matulog sa kakaisip sa kanya at nahihirapang gumising dahil hanggang sa panaginip ay naroon sya.LANGHIYA.

Apat na taon akong nagmahal ng isang alaala.Apat na taon akong namanhid sa pagibig ng iba…kahit alam kong wala ng tinta ang ballpen para sa lovestory naming dalawa,patuloy pa rin akong nabuhay sa mga natapos naming pahina…Para akong naglalakbay na alam ko namang dead end na ang dulo eh, tuloy tuloy pa rin akong naglalakad…nakapikit ang mata…na kahit marami na sakin ang nagsasabing wala nang dulo ang kalsada,wala na akong dapat asahan ay di ako nakikinig…walang nakikita…basta sinusunod ko lang ang kung saan ako masaya…sa tingin ko ay masaya :’(

Oo,isa lang ang minahal ko sa loob ng apat na taon,..Isang “one sided” love…nagmamahal ng walang kapalit…pero wala akong pakialam,di ko yun kahinaan…kundi isang kalakasan…dahil alam ko na sa oras na may matutunan akong mahalin ng higit sa kanya,..mas magiging maayos na tao na ako,..seryoso at kumpleto…wala ng ibang laman ang utak at puso… wala ng nakaraan…di ko alam kung kelan mangyayari yun,..basta alam kong may darating at darating sa selda ko para palayain na ako…mahaba ang oras..walang time limit…di ako nagmamadali.

-ANG SALITANG “PAGLIMOT” AY DI KATUMBAS NG SALITANG “PAGKAWALA”..di nawawala ang isang bagay dahil nakalimutan mo na xa…ang nangyayari lang,natatabunan o nasasapawan ng mas malalakas na emosyon ang dati mong naramdaman…di totoong kapag may bago ka ng mahal ay di mo na maaalala ang sakit at saya ng nakaraan mo…IMPOSIBLE yun…babalik at babalik pa rin ang mga larawan ninyong dalawa sa utak mo sa sandaling magkrus ulit ang inyong landas…ang ipagbabago lang ay…kung gaano na lang ba kalakas ang impact ng mga larawang yun sa puso mo..ikaw ang makakaalam…higit kanino man.

TRIVIA FOR THE DAY:

-Permanent pentelpen ang gamit ni San Pedro sa pagsulat sa mga pahina ng buhay natin,hindi lapis…kaya kapag may pagkakamali ay imposible ng mabura…imposible ng mawala,..nanjan na yan buong buhay mo…wag kang magpanggap na wala na ang isang bagay,tao,pangyayari,nakaraan at cholesterol sa puso mo kahit alam na alam mong apektado ka pa rin nun..,GINAGAGO MO LANG ANG SARILI MO..

…………………………………………

*Para sa taong minsan kong nakasama maligo sa ulan,magsayaw sa arawan at mangarap ng perpektong istorya ng pagmamahalan..natawag kong akin sa loob ng tatlong buwan,pero minahal ko sa mahabang panahon at minamahal ko pa rin hanggang sa kasalukuyan…….at para sa taong makikilala ko sa dulo ng kwentong ito na tutulungan akong takasan ang nakaraan, at makakasama ko hanggang sa katapusan.

-bilisan mo,kailangan na kita.

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