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😂💘~ IMAGINE: You eat the forbidden fruit and MCA has to explain to the empty space where holiness once occupied that you were just in a silly goofy mood 🤣 ~💘😂
#beastie boys#b noys#beastie joys imagine#beastie boys x reader#beastie boys x you#mca x reader#mca#catholic core#We're still falling.
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Part 20
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Part 19 🟣 Part 21
A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock
Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...
Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. P-in-v sex, fingering, angst, ongoing vampire shenanigans, more blood than we're used to... Mentions of a knife kink. Paranormal voyeurism... (I swear, regular tags and warnings just don't feel sufficient for this :') )
Word count: 4.7k (It's a long one)
A/N: Loving kisses, a successful date, a bitch, a good friend, a messy bite... I'd call this fluffy if it wasn't so... smutty.
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“Mikey?” You threw the door open — and you should have known better. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest at the sight before you. It was really just Mike, on his bed, phone in one hand, dick in the other. The scenario left very little to the imagination with regard to what he was doing…
Then you blinked, and all the evidence of what you’d run into vanished.
“Swe—” He stopped talking — again — and you felt your heart being crushed under the weight of that unfinished word. And this time you weren’t having any of it.
In a few steps, you closed the distance between you and the edge of the bed, where a disappointingly fully dressed Mike was sitting. “Sat it,” you said, putting your hands on either side of his face after hauling him to his feet. “Call me ‘Sweetcheeks’. Wrap your arms around me, hold me, look me right in the eye and say it.”
Despite your explicit and pressing demand, you were surprised when his arms snaked around your waist and he cleared his throat. “Sweetcheeks, I’ve been an idiot.”
“Yeah, well… what else is new?” you chuckled, and your heart jumped for joy when he joined you. Then, you looked at him: “We’re going out. Tonight. Dinner and a movie.”
“We can get burgers and head off to see Saw?” Of course he suggested a horror movie!
“You know I can’t sleep after watching scary movies, Mike,” you whispered.
“I know you can’t sleep alone,” he corrected you — and he was right. “I’ll protect you… Sweetcheeks.”
“Cool, it’s a date,” you said before giggling like a schoolgirl. At least the sound made Mike smile even wider. That was good, right?
“Dinner tonight, princess? I’m making chicken fried rice.” August pressed his lips to yours before you could answer.
“Sounds fantastic, August, but I’m going out. Mike and I are going on a date.” You tried to fight the smile off your face, but you just couldn’t manage.
August wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, peppering kisses along your jaw before dipping his head down to reach your neck. “You’re happy, princess. I like it when you are happy.”
“Even when you’re not the one making me happy?” Why? Why did you ask that?
“I do make you happy,” August said matter-of-factly. “In fact, I make you very happy.” He lifted you onto the kitchen counter, standing between your legs, which you wrapped around his waist.
In the middle of your passionate kiss, Sherlock stumbled into the kitchen.
“Good morning you two,” he said, his indifference to the scene in front of him evident in his voice.
You pushed against August’s shoulders so he would let you go, and hopped off the counter, stalking towards Sherlock in a few big, angry steps. It surprised you that he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you — quite firmly, and inappropriately for a communal area of the house. It also surprised you that he was quite cold to the touch.
“I heard you have a date with Mike tonight?” he asked with a kind smile. “A wonderful idea. May I request some time to feed before you leave?”
“Only of you don’t ask me so formally,” you snorted. “I love you, of course you can eat. You’re not filing a tax form!”
“Well, then,” he said, his smile growing more mischievous, “would my beautiful love accompany me to bed, please?”
Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you heard him say those words, before realizing that you always retreated to his bedroom to feed. It had just become a thing you usually did in private. Not for anyone’s sake, but simply to take full advantage of the calming sensation you felt, and to really give yourself some alone time with your guys. This time would be no different. No different at all.
“Please, make yourself comfortable, darling,” he said kindly when you stepped into the room. “I will get you some tea, and… August?” Sherlock turned around before the door opened and indeed showed August, standing outside, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He sighed, while Sherlock chuckled. “Thank you very much.”
August grumbled something unintelligible while rolling his eyes before turning on his heel and disappearing, leaving you and Sherlock to it.
You took the glass of water and drank it quickly, not because you hoped to get this over with as quickly as possible, but because you wanted to crawl into Sherlock’s arms as soon as you could.
You waited a few minutes, just laying on his bed, curled up in his embrace with your head resting on his chest, while gathering your thoughts as well as your courage. Then, you kissed him. It surprised you that he was so greedy in his reciprocation, to the point where he quickly took the lead in your little bout of passion, pinning you to the mattress, the weight of his body comfortably crushing your soul back into your body. Sometimes that was just necessary.
What did bother you, however, was the fact that he seemed to be having no physical reaction to your kiss whatsoever. Why the hell not?
His lips traveled from your mouth to your jaw, and eventually to your neck, where you felt his fangs scrape over your skin.
Of your four partners, Sherlock had the gentlest bite, and he took the most time when feeding — save for Mike when he had access to his preferred location. You’d once asked him why, and he had answered that throughout the years, he’d had to feed quickly for such a long time, that he refused to now that he no longer had to.
“Thank you, darling,” he said quietly when he was done making sure your wounds would heal.
“Why do you always say that?” You’d never asked him that before, you realized, even though you couldn’t remember any time he hadn’t said it.
“You let me bite you. You voluntarily allow me to wound you so that I may feed on your blood. Darling, if that is not something I should be thankful for…”
You sealed your mouth over his to stop him from talking, and when you retreated, he smiled. A tingly feeling ran all the way through your body as you looked deep into his eyes, and you opened your mouth to speak. To your surprise, Sherlock put his hand over your mouth, a serious look in his eyes. His pupils were dilated, you noticed. Strange…
“Whatever you say next, I will have to obey. Please choose your words with great care,” he said, his voice strained, as if he had great trouble speaking.
“Thank you for explaining,” you said hesitantly after Sherlock’s hand had disappeared. “Can we get to the snuggling part of the event, please?” You needed to feel his arms around you once again.
“Of course,” he spoke slowly, “your wish is quite literally my command.”
“Can you tell me what’s going on?” you asked when he was curled up around you, pulling you close. “I thought we’d made it past the excessive caregiving aftermath of the feeding?”
“We have. You hypnotized me,” he chuckled. “It will wear off.”
You turned around in his arms and looked at him. “I didn’t mean to do that,” you said. It was strange; you felt guilty about it in a way you had never felt guilty about gaining access to Mike’s gift, or August’s. You had grown to thoroughly enjoy Marshall’s…
“It’s because I have a choice. There is no passive side to this gift, other than that I have been told I can be excessively charismatic,” he said as though he could read your thoughts. He couldn’t, which meant they had to be displayed clearly on your face. “You get to share in their experience, and they are glad to let you do that. I, on the other hand…”
“You don’t like the gift?” you asked carefully, sending this was not a topic he enjoyed discussing.
“I abhor it. That time I used it on you haunts me, still. And you were right to admonish me over it. If I had seen any other option, please trust that I would have gone that route. I am terribly sorry.”
“But you use it for good,” you suggested in a feeble attempt to ease the pain in his eyes.
“There is nothing good about taking away consent and free will,” he sighed. “Although the interrogations do require a consent form, so I suppose… It still makes me quite uncomfortable at times.”
“Sherlock, please be honest with me,” you said pensively.
“I feel the need to remind you that I have no other choice, darling.”
“Is it okay, when this happens, if I ask you to tell me you love me?”
“Certainly,” he replied, a hint of amusement to his voice.
“Then tell me you love me,” you commanded as you rolled on top of him, straddling his hips.
“With all my heart, my darling,” he answered before pulling you down into a searing kiss.
“Omg, hey Mike!” Rose walked towards you, closely followed by Jenelle. “What are you two doing here?”
“Movie date,” Mike said with a big smile. Dinner had been awesome, and standing here with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, felt like an absolute dream. “What about you two?”
“J got stood up by her date,” Rose explained, “so I came to the rescue!”
“She was hot as hell, too,” Jenelle sighed. “Here.”
Mike let out a low whistle when he saw the photo on her phone screen. “Goddamn. Too bad Tits McGee clearly doesn’t have a brain.” He pulled Jenelle in for a hug. “You are way too pretty to be treated this way. Wait, I can say that, right, Sweetcheeks?” He turned too you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, Mike, because you’d be right.” You weren’t going to be offended by Mike thinking J was pretty. She was, end of.
“Will you guys sit with us?” The movie had been out for a while, and there were only a handful of people in the lobby. Assigned seats, schmassigned seats.
“And listen to you guys making out all through the movie? No tha—ow! The fuck?” J had caught an elbow to the ribs from Rose, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. Mostly because J wasn’t exactly quiet about it, but still. Mike put two and two together unusually quickly.
“Alright, Sweetcheeks, how much do they know?” he asked, feigning annoyance.
“Just that you guys are working through something, nothing more.” J and Rose looked innocent. Or rather; they tried to. And failed.
“Everything, Mike,” you sighed. “They’re my best friends, and they know everything.”
“That’s okay, it’s all my fault anyway. We’re starting to… heal, I suppose.” It was sweet to hear Mike say it that way — and he was right, of course. “We haven’t kissed yet, though. So I wouldn’t worry about the making out part.” Even the oversharing was adorable, dammit…
He was right though; you spent the whole time staring at the screen — except when you snuggled into Mike’s side as well as you could (stupid chairs…) when things got scary. You did hold hands all the way through the film, though, which was really nice. You hadn’t really realized how much you’d missed his touch, even though he was fairly cold…
“Well that was horrible,” J said when you walked out of the theatre a few hours later.
“Are you kidding me?” Mike clearly disagreed. “That was great! Blood, gore, Jigsaw. And I got to hold my pretty girl again.”
“Oh, yeah, no, def,” Jenelle agreed with him. “Fabulous date movie. Horrible third-and-fourth-wheel-movie though. Rose?”
“Agreed, and can I just say that—”
“Out of my way.” A shoulder hit you from behind, sending you tumbling into Mike’s chest. “Right. Go snuggle with your bloodsucker, you vampire skank.”
“Bloodsuckers, plural, right?” You didn’t even know the girl who asked.
“Yeah, bitch has a whole harem. They snack on her.” Katie raised an eyebrow at you and smirked in a way that would put mean queen Regina George herself to shame.
“Oh my god, she’s literally a blood whore?” Again; who was that girl even?
“Listen, you might want to step the fuck off, you insufferable, miserable, narrow-minded, hillbilly cunt.” And she’d better listen, because Jenelle was about five seconds away from losing her shit.
“Fine. You’re not the kind of person I want to be seen with, anyway. You’ll get what you deserve,” she said as she turned around. “Just you wait.”
“She said what?” Now August was five seconds away from losing his shit, and even though Jenelle’s impressive five-eleven frame could be intimidating — especially considering she was taller than Mike if you added her afro to her height, which she always did.
“Jenelle dealt with it,” you said quickly, chuckling at the memory of the imposing law student using some impressive adjectives you couldn’t have come up with in a million years to put Katie in her place. It had been by far the most eloquent opprobrium you had ever heard in your entire life. No, you hadn’t known that word before you left for your date.
“She is an amazing friend,” Mike said. He was right. You could always count on her to stick up for you. Rose, too, but confrontation generally scared her. Jenelle grew up with four brothers, so…
“I wonder what Katie meant when she said I’d get what I deserve…” you pondered.
“You know we’d never let her get to you, right?” Marshall said before giving you a kiss on your forehead.
You nodded. “Yeah,” you said. “Mikey… Can we just go to sleep, please?”
It was strange to get into bed with him again, after weeks of practically avoiding each other, and it was no surprise that it took the two of you some time to figure out how you fit together at least somewhat comfortably — especially since Mike required some access to your neck. He hadn’t asked to feed, but you knew better.
“Go on,” you said, baring your neck to him when you’d finally settled in.
He looked at you, his face contorted into a strange grimace that told you he was uncomfortable with something…
“Are you sure, Sweetcheeks? I mean… I told you I’d go back to—” Without thinking, you kissed him. Hard — and so incredibly passionately that when you broke away, you were gasping for air.
“I’d rather die than have you feed off some…” Nope, that was not a nice thing to say about someone just doing their job. Try again. “You belong with me, Mikey. And…”
You fucking hypocrite. You’d made such a circus of making him call you ‘Sweetcheeks’ again, but there was something you hadn’t been able to tell him for weeks, too. It wasn’t just him. And it was time for you to bite the bullet.
“I love you, Mike,” you whispered, trailing your fingers over the side of his face. “And I’m incredibly glad we’re finding each other again. You can feel what I desire. If it’s anything other than you sinking your teeth into me…”
“Oh, there’s something else,” he mused. “But we’ll save that for later. I’m guessing no boobies?”
“Eh…” You considered it for a moment. “Let’s park that, for now? My neck is fine, though. But no more nonconsensual vampire marriages, Mike.” He didn’t need the warning — he was an idiot, not a jerk — but you couldn’t help yourself.
He had to flip you both over to be able to get to the side Sherlock hadn’t punctured that afternoon — seriously, sometimes you felt a little… used. You loved it, of course, but still.
Mike inhaled deeply, dragging the tip of his nose over your neck as he did, and sighed. “You smell so fucking good.”
For some reason, his words make your cheeks heat up.
“I thought I was going to go insane when Sherlock got to you this afternoon, I—”
Why did you feel the need to interrupt his confession — which no doubt was about to turn steamy soon — with your insecurities? “Could you tell what he desired?” The first rule for a peaceful life was still ‘don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to’, right?
“He wanted to be close to you, and he wanted to feed,” Mike said simply. Was that all? “Have you considered talking to him, Sweetcheeks?”
Okay, fine! Now that everyone in the house had pointed out that that was what you should do… maybe you should give it a go.
“Now, where was I?” Mike’s soft lips trailed over your skin, sometimes placing soft kisses that made you whine softly. “You’re so warm, you taste so sweet. Especially like this. All worked up and hot for me…”
“Mike, we shouldn’t…” And why the hell not? You were so innately attracted to this guy that it bordered on completely ridiculous, and he already knew you were dying to feel him again. On top of you. Behind you. Inside you.
“I can hear your heart beat faster for me,” he growled, his lips moving gently against the skin of your neck, “I can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks — and your pussy. Your body and mind are screaming for me, Sweetcheeks. Make no mistake, I’m screaming right back…” He ground his hips into you to prove it, and chuckled. His fingers tentatively dipped beneath the waistband of your pajama pants.
Your permission was silent, your response was not. Mike wasted no time slipping his hand into your panties and seeking out your clit, making you gasp.
You came so quickly you barely registered it.
“Fucking dripping…” Mike growled before nipping at your earlobe. “All for me, Sweetcheeks?”
You nodded, but it wasn’t enough. “Yes.” Still wasn’t enough for him. “Fuck… yes, baby, all for you.” You’d pay good money to have that smug grin wiped off his face.
He dipped his fingers into you with ease — he hadn’t exactly been lying when he pointed out you were soaked — and pulled his hand back, which surprised you. Then, he wrapped his hand around his cock, biting his lip as the slow, lazy strokes forced moans from his throat. You just looked at him — mostly with fascination, but also a bit of confusion.
“What? This is as close as I can get to feeling you directly on my skin,” he muttered. He was adorably out of breath.
“I’ve considered getting an IUD, but putting them in apparently hurts like a bitch and—”
“So take August.” Mike shrugged, not minding the interruption in your moment at all — and also still stroking himself, which you found both oddly amusing and very in-character.
“What?” you said, thinking you had some idea of what he was getting at, but wanting to verify it nonetheless.
“Take August,” he repeated, slightly louder than before, “I’m sure he won’t mind playing walking painkiller if it means he gets to fuck you raw.”
“Deal!” you heard from the other room, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Soon, the door opened. “Seriously, I didn’t quite catch what you were talking about but I’m game.”
“You help her deal with the pain of getting an IUD, we get to ditch condoms, everyone wins,” Mike summarized. “Now fuck off, I’m trying to get laid.”
“You’re way past trying,” you chuckled. “Goodbye, August.”
“Awh, you’re not going to let me watch?” he teased. Alright, semi-teased. You knew for a fact he’d love to watch.
Next to you, Mike grinned, meaning he’d caught the surge of desire that had flooded you for a moment as soon as the words had tumbled from August’s gorgeous lips. Not that there was any way they hadn’t heard your breath hitch or caught any of the other specs of evidence that the idea excited you more than it probably should.
“Best I can do is let you listen in,” Mike decided before gesturing at him to get out. August gave you a questioning look, and you nodded, another rush of heat washing over you as you thought about what this meant.
‘Treat her right’ were his parting words to Mike before he made his way, presumably to his own room.
“Mmh, you always do,” you hummed contently as Mike finally left his cock alone and focused on you again. He smiled as he plunged his fingers back into you, finding the right spot almost instantly. It was a cute smile; eyes twinkling, fangs out… you watched him with wide eyes as he bit down on his lip, piercing the skin.
“Oh,” he chuckled at his own mistake.
The little bead of blood formed slowly, and you watched it happen, until it got too big to be contained and rolled toward the outside of his lip. You rarely acted on an impulse so immediately — and you were fairly sure you’d never acted so impulsively that it even took Mike by surprise — but there was no fighting this urge to pull Mike closer and… you didn’t quite kiss him. That would have been one thing, but this was something else entirely. You licked the blood off his lip. And you didn’t stop there, no. You sucked his lip into your mouth while Mike let out a very loud moan. A suspiciously loud moan.
“You did not just...” There really was no need to finish that question. Mike was probably embarrassed enough as it…
“Yeah, I totally did, Sweetcheeks,” he said, grinning at you like he’d gone insane. “That hadn’t happened in at least three decades, babe. Fuck that was hot. Kinky. All that good stuff. Did you… was it… just… any good?”
“I’m mostly still in shock over what just happened.” And the fact that it had made Mike jizz in his pants.
“I kinda do want to run this by Sherlock,” he said to your surprise, “I mean… developing a sudden taste for the good stuff could mean you’re transitioning. It's not technically possible, because I know we’ve all been very diligent and responsible about our garlic, but it doesn’t hurt to have it checked out.”
“She’s not,” you heard from the other side of the door as footsteps — Sherlock’s footsteps — passed by the room and disappeared further into the hallway. “I would have noticed!”
“Settled?” Mike asked. You laughed in response. There was something incredibly funny about August’s earlier intrusion and this one by Sherlock, and the way it didn’t even ruin the mood.
“Settled. Just a… I’m going to call it an impulse, for now. I’m not sure if it’s a kink thing.” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and they weren’t the only part of you that felt that way.
“God I hope it is!” Mike sighed as he snuggled up against you.
“What, so you can ruin another pair of pants?”
“Hey, fuck you!” He pouted at you, but you could see the grin lurking beneath.
“We were getting there, I believe.” You cocked an eyebrow and then Mike had finally had enough. For a second, he withdrew, pulling his t-shirt over his head, and then he pounced on you.
Your pajamas did not survive the carnage, and neither did his. He was hard, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Didn’t I tell you? Significantly reduced cool down time,” Marshall sounded in your head, making you laugh even louder. Mike looked at you, not asking the question he clearly wanted to.
“Marshall,” you clarified, before yelling at the man to butt the fuck out.
Mike managed to rip four condom wrappers open so enthusiastically that he ruined their contents as well, at which point you finally pointed at the intact, unwrapped, latex nuisance you were already holding. He didn’t hold still while you rolled it onto his cock, and he sure as hell didn’t wait so much as a second to drag your ass onto his thighs.
He pushed into you at the same time he bit you, and you squealed. Rough and eager Mikey was fun. He had been from the beginning of your relationship, and he was now, and he would be in the future — that endless future you suddenly had with him again. He crouched over you, using one hand to grasp your hip, the other to pin your wrists to the bed while he drank from your neck, impatient and greedy and messy.
He fucked into you with something almost resembling a tender kind of rage, caring enough to avoid hurting you, but rough enough to bring you to the edge with just his cock — not something he was usually good at, you had to admit.
He came up before he finished, his lips red from your blood, which trickled down his chin. For the first time ever, you saw your monster in those bright blue eyes. And you loved him even more. The final few brutal thrusts were accompanied by low growls and swearing, and you stared at his face intently, noting the mellowing of his gaze after he opened his eyes again. Watching Mike’s ‘coming’-face was incredible. It was a very raw, honest moment — and for a significant amount of bonus points: it looked absolutely ridiculous —and it was beautiful. Intimate. Connected to you in indescribable ways.
“Wow. Okay, ehm… babe I made a fucking mess, alright? Didn’t mean to do that. Very sorry. We gotta get cleaned up…” Of course, he beat you to the bathroom.
In the hallway, you ran into Marshall, and there was no way you’d ever be able to convince even a single hair on your head that this was somehow a coincidence. He had to have heard.
“I did,” he said, his voice hoarse and his words punctuated by quick, shallow breaths he drew in as he looked at you. “I tried to stay in my room, but…” He raked his eyes over your naked form over and over again, committing whatever it was that he saw to memory before abruptly turning around and disappearing into his bedroom.
In the bathroom, you got your first good look at what Mike had meant. He had made a mess. Which, in this case, meant that your neck looked like someone had ripped your throat out, your shoulder was covered in blood, and it slowly trickled down, over your chest, between your breasts… in your mind, you heard Marshall again.
‘I want to watch you bleed.’
Well… you wanted him to watch you bleed as well.
“Fair warning,” Mike said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he glanced at you in the mirror. “He likes to play with knives. It won’t scar as long as you don’t need stitches and he can… treat the wounds the way we usually do.” He grabbed a washcloth and began to clean you up as he explained.
“How do you even know?” you said, your eyes wide with some mix of terror and fascination.
“We told you we met somewhere in the late eighties, right? He met me because I hung out with a group of goths,” he said, and some shards of that conversation came flooding back to you. Something about Marshall screwing around with Mike’s ex… “There was a lot of mixing chemicals to dye hair, and piercing your own eyebrows with sewing needles. That kind of stuff.”
“And they went nuts for the whole vampire thing,” you said, remembering the conversation a little better now.
“Yeah,” Mike said. There was something suspiciously apologetic to his voice. “I did, too. I mean. I was human back then. Okay, long story short; Marshall had this friend, Serafine — probably not her real name, but who cares? — and we used to… hook up.”
“You did what we do,” you said. It wasn’t a question, and the guilty look on his face told you more than you needed to know. This happened in the late eighties. Three decades ago. You didn’t even know him. You weren’t even born! “I’m irrationally pissed about this, Mike.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he said. “But, ehm… why?”
“Because, Mike,” you said, slowly walking towards him, apparently scaring him enough that he backed up until he was standing against the wall. “You’re fucking mine.”
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YESSSSS FLOOFY GARDE
I also imagine gardes as furred beasties, though I interpret the dresses as being literal clothes that can be removed and customized
I'll show u my design for a boy named Merlin! My take on Gardevoirs is a lot more feline hehe
Your mew designs were actually what inspired me to take liberties with the color palette and patterning for this boy, so I hope you appreciate seeing this! Idk I just wanted to share art with a creator who brings me joy
Aww, cool!! I like the colors and markings!
I've seen someone draw them as owls before, too. There are a lot of cool ways they can be taken!
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12th april 2024 !!
stuff seen today ! (biased list because i like to include stuff that i dont see all the time , sorry greylag geese and mallards,,,etc. i still love you though)
2x marsh harrier (male and female :D)
white stork (never seen before !! recently they were sighted near where i live and i was just like. no fucking way. BUT I SAW ONE !!)
sand martin (i saw soooooo many they're really awesome but i couldnt count because they were flying so fast hehe)
lapwing (only saw like 3 but they were really noisy hehe)
pochard (didnt expect to see any this time of year so that was pretty epic :3)
grey heron :] (this one was really active lol,, saw it roamin around and dive down 3 times but i didnt see it come up with anything :[ poor beastie )
lesser black-backed gull (big !! there were quite a few of these which is pretty cool) mallard duckling !!!(only saw one but thats the first ive seen this year so yayayayay :3)
huuuge swan nest with a few eggs (i could only see 2 eggs,, cute) great crested grebes (cute as usual :3)
red kite :D (itwas literally hovering in place without moving at all!! ive never seen that before with red kites it was pretty surreal hehe ,, also heard one calling in the distance ,, anyway :3 super awesome :3 )
buzzard!! (verrryyy high up , heard it calling with its adorable mewling noise)
deer!! (im not good at identifying deer but i overheard another guy saying he saw some water deer!! awesome. they were cuute and came reallyclose to the hide)
some robins chasing eachother because they're cool and awesome i loove robins (very cute)
stuff I Heard but i didn't seeee:
BITTERN!! (I've seen one before a few years ago but I never heard it boom ,, this was super awesome they're one of my favourite birds :3)
goldfinch (cute raindrop noise)
blackcap (tut tut tut tut)
chiffchaff (chiff chiff chiff chaff chiff chaff chaff etc . these are so so noisy and you can hear them everywhere i love them so much)
greenfinch (jubujubujubujubu dweeeeeez, I'm bad at spotting these but i hear them all the timeeee)
green woodpecker (always laughing at me hehehe)
cetti's warbler (they make such a cool noise)
pheasant (god this fucker is loud <3)
joy afterthoughts:
think i have some stuff i wanna talk about more in a follow up post hehe,, anyway today was very awesome,, the marsh harrier is my favourite bird of prey and I've only seen one before !! so getting to see two of them fly in and out of the reeds like that was awesome,, AND THEN A WHITE STORK SHOWED UP??? WHICH IS INSANE BECAUSE AUWHFJJ THEY'RE NOT NATIVE TO THIS COUNTRY and a bunch have been seen recently and their population is increasing and YEAH!! anyway it was like i imagined it.super cool. yeah. i hope i fill this blog up with more stuff over time . bye ! (also no egrets where i went today, which is suuuch a shame)
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heya Beastie! i always see you in my notifs, could i interest you in an ask game? if not, that's of course fine :)
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! 💖
Howdy! Thank you for sharing the ask game!!
1. Bringing Nature Inside
I've described this habit of mine to my college peers as "that creature autism TM" where I draw immense and immeasurable joy from having Creatures in my living space. When I was a kid this meant I was the bane of every scurrying thing within a five mile radius of my location, and my childhood crimes against lizards haunt me to this day. Now that I'm old enough to recognize the ecological consequences of trying to keep every lizard I see in my yard, I instead tend to several fishtanks, terrariums, isopod colonies, and plants that I've acquired through the horrors of capitalism and also going feral in the woods.
2. Sharing Stories
There's almost nothing on earth I love as much as storytelling— from poetry to prose, music to television, every kind of media and every kind of narrative, to experience them as both a reader and writer is one of the greatest things in life methinks. Telling stories with friends, such as through dnd, elevates the experience even further by allowing me to make connections with people in a way I really understand.
3. My Friends and Community
Speaking of friends, they're my lighthouse within the storm of these interesting times, and without them I'd've lost sight of the shore long ago. There's legitimately no greater joy than knowing and loving other people and being known and loved in return. The weight of their sorrows is one I choose every day to carry, and the light of their triumphs shines brighter than that of mine alone.
4. The Creative Process
In a time like this, with the focus on the product, I think it's more important than ever for us to relish in the joys of the process. Creating art of any kind, be it a shitty doodle or a half-assed poem, is healthy and enriching, and it's something human beings have been doing almost as long as we've existed. Taking time to dig my hands into the dirt, to work and toil, it's cathartic to it's core. It doesn't matter if the final product is everything we had imagined, the process of making it has taught us more than we realize.
5. Learning
High-school really screws us over when it comes to the joys that exist in learning a skill. I've always been the kind of person who deeply enjoys learning new things, and it's a joy I wish to share with everyone I meet. There's so many beautiful, complicated things for us to explore in the world we live in, and I want to reach every single one that I can. It's an honor to exist and to learn, and it's something I want everyone to have access to.
#beastiebites#asks#ask game#I probably didnt have to type so much but i got really excited cause i dont get asks often akfhskfhsf
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To a Mouse
BY ROBERT BURNS
On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
Theme of To a Mouse
The main theme of Robert Burns's To a Mouse poem is the futility of planning for a hopeful future in the face of unforeseen consequences. The speaker begins the poem by addressing the mouse whose house he has destroyed, and apologizing to her:
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie ...
'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
The speaker addresses the mouse in a condoling and friendly manner, and expresses guilt. He views the mouse on an equal footing, calling himself the mouse's "poor, earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal!" The speaker imagines that the mouse had dreamt of waiting out the harsh winter in her warm nest, and how that dream had been suddenly destroyed:
An' weary Winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
As the poem continues, the narrator connects the mouse's misfortune with his own. He views the destruction of the mouse's home and plans as an example of the general futility of trying to plan for the future, which can bring terrible consequences, regardless of effort and hope. The following lines summarize the conclusion which the speaker comes to:
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
The poem ends with the speaker looking at both the past and the future with dread and fear. The poem represents a moment in which, despite the harmless intentions of both parties, of the mouse which wishes to stay warm in the winter, and of the farmer who wishes to plow his field, a terrible event occurs.
The most famous line of "To a Mouse" is this: “The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft agley.” In other words, the most carefully arranged plans of both people and animals often go wrong.
Happy Burns Night!
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Old iPod Playlist
So I found my old playlist from when I broke my phone back in 2014-2018 and went off the grid basically. It was called Listen Longer.
iPod playlist
Bad Suns- Cardiac Arrest
Bastille
Pompeii
Things We Lost In The Fire
Bad Blood
Oblivion
Flaws
Good Grief
Beastie Boys
Fight For Your Right
No Sleep Til Brooklyn
River - Bishop Briggs
I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers
Blink-182 (anthology pre Tom DeLonge departure)
Bon Iver - Skinny Love
Borns - 10,000 Emerald Pools
Cage The Elephant - Mess Around
The Clash
London Calling
Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
Coldplay
A Sky Full Of Stars
Paradise
Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall
M.M.I.X
Yellow
The Scientist
Clocks
Fix You
Talk
Speed Of Sound
Til Kingdom Come
The Cranberries
Dreams
Ode To My Family
Linger
Zombie
Death Cab For Cutie
The Ghost Of Beverly Drive
Good Help (Is So Hard To Find)
I Will Follow You Into The Dark
Disclosure - Magnets (ft. Lorde)
Florence and The Machine
Dog Days Are Over
Kiss With a FIst
Cosmic Love
You Got The Love
Foster The People
Pumped Up Kicks
Don’t Stop
Gin Blossoms - Hey Jealousy
Glass Animals
Black Mambo
Gooey
Grouplove
Tongue Tied
Shark Attack
Let Me In
Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta
Hozier
Cherry Wine
Take Me To Church
Imagine Dragons
I Bet My Life
Radioactive
It’s Time
Demons
Amsterdam
Warriors
J. Roddy Walston & The Business - Take It As It Comes
Jake Bugg - Simple As This
James Bay
Hold Back The River
If You Ever Want to Be in Love
Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
Joan Jett - Bad Reputation
Kaleo - Way Down We Go
The Killers
Mr. Brightside
Somebody Told Me
All These Things That I’ve Done
When You Were Young
Kodaline - All I Want
Lorde - Pure Heroine Album
M83 - Wait
Mumford and Sons
I Will Wait
Monster
Believe (live)
The Neighborhood
Afraid
Sweater Weather
Let It Go
Female Robbery
The New Basement Tapes - Kansas City
Of Monsters and Men
King and Lionheart
Mountain Sound
Little Talks
The Offspring
Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)
The Ramones
I Wanna Be Sedated
Judy Is A Punk
Blitzkrieg Bop
I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dark Necessities
Saint Motel - My Type
Santigold - Radio
SemiSonic - Closing Time
Simple Minds - Don’t You (Forget About Me)
Smashing Pumpkins
1979
Today
Sublime
What I Got
Santeria
40 Oz To Freedom
Doin’ Time
Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants to Rule The World
Third Eye Blind
How’s It Going To Be
Semi-Charmed Life
Jumper
Twenty one pilots
Heathens
Vance Joy
Great Summer
Riptide
X Ambasssadors
Renegades
Unsteady
The 1975
The 1975 album
I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it Album
@emokid-ellie
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Formidable flourishing fiends...
harangue since landing
yours truly immersed
in a dream-like
fiercesome state of war,
not quite a dream
can be described
as a "hypnagogic state"
while virtually in Singapore,
where Katy Perry
namesake of a lion doth roar
noise amplified courtesy dissonance
while nine inch nails synthesize
scraping across chalk board
evoking discordant soundcloud
foo fighting beastie boys
comprising a quatuor.
Socked away within
cerebral nooks and crannies
house mailer daemons
inconveniencing yours truly
i.e. an Indus das scribe
hub bull mendicant
bullying jimmying,
jump starting, joy riding
junket at breakneck speed
disregarding dangerous signposts
warning reckless (heedless) highjackers
speeding stolen heavily
sedated body (mine)
slap happily, obliviously,
jauntily (devil may
care attitude) careering
across rubble strewn
bombed out stone age terrain
gunning engine like
there's no tomorrow
zipping past crumpled
suspended abridged abutment
jarring sole abducted,
bound and gagged one tramp (me)
hurling over edge of cliff
temporarily free of gravity,
(albeit an infinitesimal eye blink)
between life and death
rapidly descending in accordance
with laws of physics,
when suddenly motion stops
as if thee Earth stood still
freezing all life forms
held as if invisibly tethered,
when ghostly debut appearance
courtesy Rod Serling
rattles of his trademark narration
"...fifth dimension beyond
that which is known to man.
...This is the dimension of imagination."
I resort to aforementioned loose analogy
to approximate mental state of limbo,
asper...this man falling to Earth
minus parachute on par
with crash test dummy
an absent firmament
to feel securely grounded
held stock still,
when moments before plunging
pitched head over heels...
only to find this mortal,
either entering or exiting
somnambulant state
only groggily awaking
out of deep sleep
falling out of bed
singing hup bout poor lovely bones.
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Xavier Files: Chapter 10-Madeline
Chapter 10
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Madeline
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At just three years old, little Madeline is the youngest and smallest member of the X-Men. After finding her all by herself at the local playground when she was no older than a year, she has been nothing but a light in our lives. When I took her back to the mansion, Hank had discovered two things during her medical examination: she was a mutant born, and she was the long-lost little sister of Scott Summers (Cyclops).
The revolution of how Madeline could be Scott's younger sister came in the form of a breaking news bulletin. The bulletin stated that there had been a car accident caused by a drunk driver and while the baby survived, the woman, whose name was Hattie, did not. It turned out that Hattie was the surrogate for Scott’s family before their death. When she found out about their passing, Hattie made the selfless decision to raise Madeline as her own. Months of court proceedings passed and soon Madeline legally became a part of our family after the judge decided to not separate the brother and sister.
So far, she has not yet displayed any powers despite her being born with the X-gene, but, all we can do is wait until she gets a little older and see for ourselves if they will emerge or not. For now, Madeline is like any other three-year-old girl with a big heart, a vivid imagination, and a free spirit of her own.
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file: therapeutic debriefing
subfile: Madeline Summers
code name: Maddie
password: joy
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I didn’ even no dat dis happened t’me, but, Scott told me this ‘tory a whole week ago an I figured Cerwebwo wanted t’hear it.
Is da 'torie 'f how I said my fiwst word!
I don’ wemembew how it happened but Scott told me dat it tarded b’fore Jub’lee came to live wif us and I was still a baby. I was only one finger old.
Dat day, I was playin’ hide and seek wif Logan in the TV woom, or, was it peekie boo? An’way, when Scott found Logan an I playin’, he gotted em-em-embawesed… did I say it wigh' Beastie?…OK, good.
When Scott saw us, he said that we needed t’go clothes shopping wif Orowo an Woge at da mall.
Logan said, "Shoppin' in the city, with the girls? You gotta be kiddin' me. Can't you go with 'em? Or Jean?"
"Jean is with the professor at his book club meeting," Scott tol' 'im, "and Gambit an I are gonna be here cleaning the mansion up. It's due for a deep clean. Oh, and one more thing. Take Madeline with you."
Logan looked at me an Scott said dat all I did was smile at Logan back.
He sighed and tolded Scott, "Alright, fine. But, if she makes a mess on 'erself again, yer on clean-up duty."
Den, Logan scooped me up like an ice cweam scoop an we were drivin' off to the mall wif Woge an Orowo. Now, Gamb't tol me one time dat giwls love ta do one fing an dat one fing takes ferever to do; shoppin'.
Woge an Orowo were takin ferever twyin' on all differen' outfits like shiwts, dwesses, shoes, evewyfing!
On da oder hand, Logan an I were walkin' awound da mall so we wouldn' hafta stand up da whole time. By walkin', I mean dat I was in da droller an Logan was pushin' me wound in it.
Logan said dat I wasn't inter...uh...Beastie, how do you say dis word again?...interesssted...OK, got it! Fank you, Beastie. I wasn't vewy in-ter-wested in anyfing in da stores, until I saw... it.
Da big it!
It was in da toy dtore window smack dab in da front!
It was da biggest, softestest, bestest teddy beawr I ever saw! It had fuzzy bonz bown fur, a big bwack nose, an it was perfe't fow huggin'!
I could only say a few words at dat time, but, I cowldn' say full sentenses yet, so, all I cowld do to Logan was babble.
Babblin' means sayin' words dat nobody under'tands.
I babbled an waved my hands 'wound, but, all Logan said to me was, "yeah, yer starvin' too? How about I grab ya some pretzels?"
But, I didn' wan' pwetzels, I wanted dat beawr!
I kept twyin' ta talk to 'im to get 'im ta buy me dat beawr, but, he didn't listen to me.
"I know kid, I know," said Logan, "I'll get ya some food now."
Soon, Logan an I were at da food cowt sittin' down eatin' pwetzels an drinkin' dwinks'. Logan had soda pop while I had chocowate milk. I wobe dat 'tuff.
I kep' wookin' back at da toy dtore an da beawr was 'till in da window. I weally WEALLY wan'ed dat bewar an I didn' give up.
I twied a'gain, but, when I twied talkin' again, all I did was babble an Logan 'till didn' understan' me.
"Dadidididi... egooooooo... mabaga... meebaagoo," I kep' on sayin.
"Yeah, I see ya kid," Logan said, boopin' me on da nose.
I kep' on pointing at da toy dtore, but, Logan kept on eatin' an feedin' me. How hard was it ta get Logan ta bye me dat beawr?
Ugh!
While acceptin' my defeet, as Mowph kept sayin', Logan an I heawd a cwash comin' fom da toy dtore down da hall. When we was turnin' wound, we saw a buncha wobbers bweakin fings 'pawrt an 'tealin 'tuff, puttin' dem in big bags.
"Well kid," said Logan, "looks like we got ourselves a fight to stop."
Logan put me back in da droller an we speeded off to da toy dtore. Now, if dis didn' get Logan ta get me dat beawr, den nofin' else will.
I tell ya, when I was in my droller, Logan was like-
Bam!
Pow!
Smack!
He took out his cwaws an everyfing! He wooked so cool! An even when da oder guys were shootin' at 'im wif guns, Logan got back up again!
I heawd a clickin' noise, an one of the guys pointed da gun at Logan fom behind 'im. The guy said, "You leave and leave us to do our job and we'll ease up on the shooting. Wouldn't wanna scare the kids now, do we?"
I saw a piece of da guy's haiwr an puwled it, hawd!
Da guy 'creamed loudly whiwle I was pullin' his haiwr. Den, I got oudda da droller an tarted da wide 'im like a howrsy, 'till howldin' on tight! When I was widin' on da guy's back, Logan was able ta take cawe of da oder guy. Den, I gwabed a bat and 'tarted spakin' 'im on his head.
Den, Logan gwabed 'im by da neck an wrestl'd 'im wike an allagader. Da guy couldn 'top wigglin' 'wound, but Logan got 'im ta shut his twap. I woawed at 'im likea dinosawr.
"She ain't scared of ya, y'know," said Logan, "looks like you and yer little pal got some time to serve."
Afder da powice shown up an took da guys away, da owner of da toy dtore couldn' 'top fankin' us for savin' da pwace. She also said dat 'cause of Logan's bwaferrie, he got ta pick out anyfing he wanted.
I saw da beawr on da fwoor an pick-ed it up.
“Baaaaa!” I said.
When Logan saw me wif da beawr, he finally figered out what I wanted!
Logan smiled at me an asked da lady, “How much for the bear?”
Well, when we got back to da store Woge an Orowo were in, I was finally happy b'cawese dis was my first ‘tuffed animel I ever had in my life.
I plawed wif it while at da mall, in da cawr wide home, an on da cowch wif Logan in da TV woom.
"You've been tryin' to tell me that you wanted that bear al along, were you?" Logan askeded me.
"Yah," I said back, huggin' da beawr.
"Well, thanks for the assist back their kid," said Logan, puttin' me on his wap, "I couldn't do this on my own. Those goons better watch their backs because no one's gonna come between you and me, the Wolverine."
I huggeded Logan tight wif da beawr wif me. Den, it happen'd.
"Wo... Wol-W... Wool-Wool... Wolva... WWWWolverwine!"
Logan didn' say anyfing at fiwst. Den, I saided again, "Wolverwine!"
"Did you just say-?"
"Wolverwine! Wolverwine! Wolverwine!" I kep' on sayin'.
Logan saided happiwy, "Way to go kid. I knew y'had it in you."
"Wolverwine!"
An dat was the fiwst word I ever said.
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THE END.
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Well everyone, here is the bonus chapter of the book "The Xavier Files" featuring my X-Men OC, Madeline.
I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Read, Review, and No Hateful Comments, please.
(And, if you want to read the book yourself, click on this link here: https://archive.org/details/xavierfiles0000korm/page/108/mode/2up).
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Mega Man Recut playlist
:D Since a some of you shared your amazing Recut inspired playlists, I slapped together a quick 90s(...ish) playlist for Recut, organized by season:
Youtube: Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 0 | Season 3
Disclaimer: My taste in music ranges from annoyingly popular to WTF was that
Disclaimer 2: Some of the lyrics fit very well, others are just for mood/vibes/whatever
Disclaimer 3: Okay it doesn’t really work as a playlist BUT this sorta showcases moods for different characters. Click below to see text list (most songs are well known) with author notes why I selected.
lol I hope these links work! I don’t have all the Robot Masters but it was getting long:
Season 1
Wheezer, “Buddy Holly” (1994) - Mega Man vibes (I have trouble picking out songs for Rock, so got idea from @go-west-young-meowth ‘s playlist :D geek rock bands are perfect for him)
Joan Jett “Bad Reputation” (1980) - Roll vibes
Pantera “Walk” (1992) - Roll (for now out of laziness) (*Okay so for Roll, I always pictured Roll liking metal bands that liked dressed all goth/halloween like Slipknot or Ramstein and such WHICH I ASSUMED 90s band did. But they didn’t really. So I did the best I could. idk I got kinda frustrated while researching lol)
Beethoven, “Symphony No.7, 2nd Movement” (1811-1812) - Dr. Light
Nirvana, “Lithium” (1991) - Proto Man vibes
Cowboy Bebop OST, “Tank!” (1998) - Proto Man (Nirvana (though cliche) fits well as a 90s grunge influence for Proto, while if Recut had a soundtrack, something cool and Blues/Jazzy like the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack would be nice for Proto’s scenes)
Herman Stein, “Revenge of the Creature” (1955) - Wily (really anything with the theremin works lol)
Kevin Manthei, “Invader Zim Ending Theme” (2001) - Wily again (why not)
Danny Elfman, “The Batman Theme” (1989, 1992 BTAS) - Syndicate vibes
The Immortals, “Mortal Kombat” (1995) - Cut Man!
Village People, “Macho Man” (1978) - Guts Man (sorry this was all I could think of, I’m sure it could be a karaoke???)
The Aquabats! “Super Rad!” (1997) - Gyro Man (was torn between this and pool party :D also Beck probably works)
House of Pain, “Jump Around” (1989 )- Ring / Magnet
Beastie Boys, “Sabotage” (1994) - Ice / Metal / Magnet / Ring? (lol I’m sorry!)
Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta (1997) - Metal Man
Season 2
Tom Cochrane, “Life is a Highway” (1991) - Top Man
Foo Fighters, “My Hero” (2006) - Mega Man (Someone once told me this reminded them of Recut Mega Man a long time ago. Guess it fits with Nirvana being strong Recut Proto Man influence? D:)
Hole, “Violet” (1994) - Roll
Nine Inch Nails “Head like a Hole” (1989) - Roll (...for now out of laziness. Probably White Zombie/Metallica/Tool/whatever would have worked too. All the 90s metal bands)
Nirvana, “Come as you are” (1991) - Proto Man (...90s anthem? :P but it fits!)
Cowboy Bebop OST, “Bad Dog No Biscuits” (1998) - Proto Man
Beethoven, “Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement” (1801) - Dr. Light
Beethoven/Maganeko, “Moonlight Sonata 3rd Movement (remix)” (2018?) - Dr. Cossack, also Proto Light
Howard Shore, “Ed Wood Titles” (1994) - Wily, NotLMB (theremin again but this time Tim Burton 90s haha)
Debussy, Claire de Lune (1905) - Centum
Green Day, Basket Case (1994)- Ring Man, Magnet Man?
Spin Doctors, Two Princes (1991) - Top Man(ish) again
Spice Girls, “Wanna be” (1996) - Kali Cossack
Soundgarden, “Black Hole Sun” (1994)
The Verve, “Bittersweet Symphony” (1997) - Snake Man
Season 0 - (corresponds with chapters with one bonus)
Beethoven, “Für Elise” (1867) - Prologue: Proto
Beethoven – “Pathetique 2nd Movement” (1798) - The Secret
Beethoven, “Pathetique Sonata 1st Movement” (1798) - Stuck
Beethoven/MusicalBasics “Für Elise Nightmare” (2020?) - Cracking Up (ignore lyrics haha)
Beethoven/Imagine Music, “9th Symphony: Ode to Joy (remix)” (2020?) - More Secrets
Walter Murphy, “A Fifth of Beethoven” (1976) - Breaking Out
Cowboy Bebop OST, “Rush” (1998) - Building an Army
Cowboy Bebop OST 2, “Don’t Bother None” (1998?)
idk Proto may be a whiner Beethoven’s alright
Season 3 (Incomplete)
The Ventures, “The Twilight Zone Theme” (1964)
DALI, “Moonlight Densetsu” (1992)
Cowboy Bebop OST, “Cat Blues” (1998)
Nirvana, “All Apologies” (1993)
Pixies, “Where is my mind?” (1988)
Rage Against the Machine, “Bulls on Parade” (1996)
Beethoven, “Ghost” (1809)
Andrew Gold / The Living Tombstone, “Spooky Scary Skeletons (remix)” (2014?)
Queen, “Flash” (1980)
Beethoven/MusicalBasics, “Moonlight Symphony Nightmare” (2020)
Honorable Mentions
Billie Eilish, “Bad Guy” (2019) - ...Elec Man and/or Elec/Proto vibes? (I’m sorry, I’ve thought this for awhile)
The Toadies, “Possum Kingdom” (1994) - same as above (if you don’t take lyrics literally), 90s flavor) though seriously need to research 90s EDM (I guess) because Elec Man is the only main cast member not to have any songs
Neu Tickles, “I am Ninja” (2006?) - Shadow Man (for obvious reasons... :S), LOL warning has very explicit lyrics
There’s a lot of other amazing 90s bands (there’s a lot of amazing bands from any decade) sorry to those I didn’t feature :(
Okay now that this is published I’m going to listen to these for these first time lol
#megaman#ruby spears megaman#rockman#mega man#proto man#roll#dr. light#Dr. Wlly#cut man#Ring Man#magnet man#ice man#metal man#snake man#elec man#top man#dr. cossack#kali cossack#syndicate#robot masters#season 1#season 2#season 3#season 0#playlist
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“My personal beasties are ugly and ridiculous and they weigh me down and are exhausting to carry around. Sometimes it feels like they are larger than I am. They are destructive and baffling and ungainly. And yet.
And yet, there is something wonderful in embracing the peculiar and extraordinary monsters that make us unique. There is joy in accepting the curious and erratic beasts that force us to see the world in new ways.
And there is an uncanny sort of fellowship that comes when you recognize the beasties that other people carry with them and the battles we are all fighting even when they seem invisible to the rest of the world.
We all have these monsters, I suspect, although they come from different places and have different names and causes. But what we do with them makes a difference. And, whenever I can, I take mine out in the sun and try to appreciate that the flowers it rips up from the garden can sometimes be just as lovely when stuck in the teeth of its terrible mouth.
Embrace your beasties. Love your awkwardness. Enjoy yourself. Celebrate the bizarreness that is you because, I assure you, you are more wondrous than you can possibly imagine … monsters and all.”
― Jenny Lawson, Broken
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Imagine...
Being Jack Sparrow’s niece and going on adventures with him.
(For @lenahellsparkle)
You’d always dreamt of a life of adventure. You wanted to see the world and partake in the joys it had to offer. Life granted you the opportunity to do so after a surprise visit from your uncle. You’d only seen him a few times in your life, but he always left an impression.
He was in need of a place to stay for a few nights. Your parents no longer lived in the house he recognized so it was your call. You agreed on the condition that he take you with him after he was rested up.
“Sorry, love, but I fly solo.”
“Then you can fly solo on the streets.”
He pondered a moment, trying to scare you out of your idea. “I’ve faced great, horrible beasties, armies of terrible monsters, and a man who has tentacles... on his face.”
“And yet here you are. If you can survive all of that, I’m sure I could.”
After some debate, Jack agreed. He did try to sneak away without you, but you were prepared and weren’t going to let him off the hook so easily.
You’d heard that he had a knack for finding himself entangled in all sorts of hairy situations. You were surprised at how quickly it happened, though. You hadn’t been gone more than a month before Jack found trouble at another port. You had to think fast on your feet around him and those he... associated with. A lot of people wanted to hit him with various sharp objects.
To his surprise, you were able to keep up with the shenanigans. The ability to narrowly escape harm or incarceration seemed to be a familial trait. Before you knew it, you had developed a reputation. It wasn’t nearly as widespread as your uncle’s, but it was growing with each new interaction with others. And, true to your word, you survived any dealings the two of you had with the abnormal.
Your current course was to a castle treasury where a “special ring” was being held. It was said to dispel enchantments, which would come in handy given the types of artifacts Jack was fond of and the creatures that sought him out. The two of you snuck your way inside and managed to grab the ring. It was a trap, of course, and after removing it from its stand, a series of bells sounded like an alarm through the castle. You hurried out, narrowly avoiding any guards you saw. Just when you thought you were in the clear, a set of them were waiting outside your not-so-secret entrance.
“She did it.”
“He did it.”
You both tried to pin the blame on one another simultaneously. After sharing a quick glance, you took off running with a hoard of angry guards on your tail.
#pirates of the caribbean#potc#pirates of the caribbean imagine#potc imagine#pirates of the caribbean reader insert#potc reader insert#jack sparrow#jack sparrow imagine#imagine#gif imagine
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RP meme from "Chapter Two: The Kithain" in Changeling: The Dreaming (20th anniversary edition) Part One of Two
"Humans define themselves by more than just species. They identify with certain races and cultures, separate themselves by generation or ideology, and express individuality while simultaneously looking for ways to connect with others like them. How they look, who they love, where they live, what they believe — these are all building blocks of identity."
"This desperate aversion to moving on does have its own consequences."
"Though the wisdom to temper the idea is sometimes there, the sheer excitement can sweep anyone off their feet quickly enough to disregard it."
"While these impulses aren’t usually much of a problem, it’s easy to forget that not every dream is a sweet one — nightmares can come to life, too."
"Every teddy bear protector is there to fight something,
after all."
"These things can be distracting at any age, especially for someone working in a dreary office or in a highly repetitive job."
"With little care for consequences or thinking through the details, they don’t consider the harm that will come to others, intentionally or unintentionally, in their pursuits."
"While they don’t have an inherently negative outlook, they are more likely to put their personal interests over those of others."
"Becoming jaded and unwilling to take risks is the death of childhood."
"Something may captivate them for a time, but once all the mystery is gone from it, they’ll just as easily drop one pursuit for another that still has questions to answer."
"Wonder lies in the discovery of a new species or an unexplored biome, and beauty in chemical bonds or lines of code."
"Repetition can quickly become a rut, and make even the most wondrous work commonplace and mundane."
"Whether they fight to preserve or subvert the ruling class as it stands, they all long to make their mark in one way or another."
"Even when caught, they are unlikely apologize for their actions, and instead have a dozen ways to justify them."
"Some enjoy collecting art and creating galleries to inspire others, or amass vast libraries of literature or music to the same purpose."
"They have an innate knack of deciphering relationships and picking up “overheard” tidbits of information."
"They explore the world with wonder in their eyes and will talk to anyone who will sit still long enough to listen and put up with the incessant questions."
"Their reputation for being consummate craftspeople is well learned."
"This does not apply to a sworn enemy."
"Rowdy fools, the lot of them."
"Rowdy fools, the lot of them. Still, they can be quite entertaining. . .so long as you keep them from breaking the china."
"They make wonderful guests and tell the most delightful tales, but they never stay for long."
"Pay heed to their stories and you may learn something."
"Their obsessions tend to make them boring conversationalists."
"Never leave them alone in a room if you want to be able to find anything afterward."
"They are quite entertaining at parties, but never stick around to help clean up."
"Foul mouthed and rude beasties, they are."
"Be careful how much wine you offer them. They can become quite. . . err. . .enthusiastic."
"No place on land, no friendship, and not even love can hold them."
"A selkie’s heart belongs to the sea and to the sea they will always return."
"They still understand the old ways but they do not always understand our ways."
"Things have changed and they are going to need to learn to adapt."
"It seems that they value little other than honor and duty."
"They are strong, yes, but they are more than simple brutes."
"They don’t lie outright, but they do love to tell a tall tale, often embellishing the story for the sake of humor or to build excitement."
"A good donnybrook clears the air, breaks the tension, and reveals hidden passions and personality traits."
"Nothing wrong with cutting loose a bit now and then!"
"Don’t leave them alone with your prize possessions; you’ll never know what’ll come up missing."
"They don’t understand limits — their own or anyone else’s."
"What a bunch of bullies!"
"Don’t underestimate them."
"Graceful, beautiful, mysterious, and always just beyond reach."
"They stayed by us and fought. That’s worth something."
"What we do today will live long after us, carried in the stories told by our children and our children’s children."
"Nothing new to learn here."
"Anger and foul language doesn’t make for a very good tale."
"There’s joy to be found in their revels, but take care!"
"They think themselves the kings and queens of this world, but they’ve never walked its many paths."
"How can they rule what they don’t understand and have never really valued?"
" I’ve heard it said that the real hero is the one who stays."
"I know I know. . .I’ve worked on the damned thing all week and it’s still not right."
"Maybe if you stop breathing down my neck, or better yet, just leave me the fuck alone and I’ll get it done."
"When they are forced to have social contact they are eminently sarcastic with everyone around them, and blazingly critical of anyone in charge."
"Artists, builders, crafters, and even writers all know the torment of “knowing” that their work is not good enough, that it will never be understood."
"People are mercurial, have feelings that can be easily hurt, and once broken they cannot be repaired in the same way as a tool or device."
"They are willing to take chances in order to come up with the newest and most fantastic design, often resulting in catastrophic (and sometimes humorous) failures."
"Rather than seeking the newest and most innovative designs, they have a deep desire for perfection — which, much to their chagrin, they can never attain."
"Sometimes all it takes is a kick and a few harsh words to scare a machine into working again."
"They’re fast, so they’re either cheap or good, too. You don’t get all three."
"Drunks and power tools don’t mix."
"Sorry, was that insensitive? Bite me."
"They just don’t know when to shut up."
"Sometimes they have something important to say, but you have to sift through the meandering drivel to find anything useful."
"Unruly and reckless children."
"Useless furballs!"
"Dangerous folk, but sometimes useful, especially if you want to dispose of some unwanted evid. . .err. . .garbage."
"Hedonistic freaks, the lot of ‘em."
"Don’t fall in love with one."
"Damn dusty in here."
"They think they’re hot stuff, but they don’t understand this world and its workings as we do."
"They want to rule, and who are we to say no."
"They pay well and I’ll happily take their commissions."
"Buncha creepy a-holes, if you ask me."
"Skulking around, up to no good, I’m sure of it."
"They are the strongest and toughest of us all, but their hearts can be surprisingly tender."
"I don’t know how it found its way into my pocket. Of course you can have it back. . .unless you don’t need it right now. I’d be happy to hang onto it for you until you do."
"I can’t imagine being tied down like that."
"We’ll wander many paths together, but in the end, they are who they are, and we never really are anything quite that specific."
"What is truth, but something we all agree upon? So, if we all agree upon a lie, isn’t it then truth?"
"Anything they say is likely to be peppered with lies, half-truths, and misinformation."
"Humans have always dreamed of a better, more carefree life."
"Lazy and reckless. And they keep all of the cake to themselves!"
"Drunken reprobates, every last one of them."
"Not exactly the most even tempered folks. Playing pranks on them can be a lot of fun though."
"It must be wonderful to always be at the center of every political intrigue."
"They start the shit that we have to finish."
"Just don’t get them started on how they’re royalty or some crap."
"You want to pound back a drink or wild out on the town, they’re the place to be."
"Mmm, seafood."
"You’d think such pretty folks would be easy to intimidate, but make that mistake and you’ll bite off more than even you can chew."
"Those nearby may experience a brief frisson of pure lust."
"How can such a simple life be a truly satisfying one?"
"A fight’s only as good as the kissing and making up after."
"So sweet and innocent. Cover their eyes before they see something naughty."
"Their passions are too dark and frightening."
"Someone so beautiful should never want for passion."
"I will return. . .one day. . .I promise."
"The sea gives and the sea takes away."
"A person’s secrets should be their own."
"Sharks that walk on two legs. Trust them at your own peril."
"They too are gifted with great beauty, but they wield their allure like a weapon."
"You think nobility a privilege, and you envy and resent us for it, but you cannot see that it is also a burden few would truly wish to bear."
"They must learn that respect must first be given in order to be received."
"Tremendously useful and occasionally even trustworthy, but beware what you allow them to slip into their pockets. You may never see it again."
"Who are these strange creatures?"
"What they know is invaluable, but can you really be certain they are sharing their knowledge with you alone?"
#changeling the dreaming#World Of Darkness#owod#rp meme#rp memes#rp starters#roleplay meme#roleplay starters#roleplay memes
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Destiel shippers come get ya’ll juice!
SO @deadwright and I were inspired by Some Tumblr Posts and the twitter Roadhouse Wedding stuff and keep writing headcanons about Thee Destiel 2021 Married Ever After S16 SPN Romantic Event Of The Season, so here’s that.
Arranged in order of marital chronology and cutting out us keysmashing too much:
oh man imagine all the burgers they get catered for the reception
dean got it done himself he would’ve been so particular about the catering
bridezilla
cas would probably be THEE bitchiest bridezilla
it's also definitely that trope where all the other hunters ect KNOW that that many of them and the wedding party are essentially a target for trouble
so everyone spends the 24 hours leading up to the vows taking out every beastie who shows up on a revenge kick out of sight because they'll be damned if they let ANYTHING stop this wedding
and Dean and cas are both having their marital jitters oh god im not good enough what if something goes wrong about mundane things while monsters are getting their ass kicked outside
AWWWWWWWW for sure for sure, they’re hunter royalty this wedding is a big deal
like half the attendees are nursing injuries but grinning widely
they don't do the can't see eachother before the wedding thing because you KNOW dean would be fixing cas' tie last minute
dean wears a blue pocket square to match cas' tie
cas wears a FLANNEL SQUARE
I’m obsessed w the idea of cas giving dean a little bit of his grace in a small bottle on a chain for him to wear
or like a wing feather or some part of him
god the grace in a bottle breaks me every time in fic
dean probably builds cas something but every time i try to think of something specific i choke up
i was thinking like what if trading grace is as close to a romantic gesture as angels have and he's like..... technically i left some grace behind in your mark when i dragged you from the pit and dean is like ARE YOU SAYING WE'VE BEEN MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME?
they are so sweet i’m on the verge of tears
the ability to do anything by halves in their relationship was burnt out by like the second return from the dead moment
they are too insane to be anything less than All In And Then Some
at one point someone was like hey cas do you want to run your vows by someone as practice?
and he started reading what he'd prepared and it devolved into Biblically Grand Statements Of The Power Of Love And The Redemption Of - ect ect ect
and it's because unlike the confession scene he's had TOO much preparation and overshot into uncanny angelic vibes
he makes some edits because he know the expressions he gets when he reads it aren't what he intended
dean writes page after page after page of unused drafts, none of them are particularly floral
he does the cliche of ripping up his vows and improvising at the altar, something he gets mercilessly teased for because he swore he wouldn't but it classifies as a chick flick moment
THAT’S SO PEAK HIM OH MY GOD and you knoooooow you just KNOW it’s beautiful and emotional and everyone is crying
god the NOVELTY of dean being emotionally honest in front of people......im gonna faint
YEA yeah... ONE TIME ONLY DEAL he thinks loudly at Sam's smug expression
anyway, at the wedding dean is the one who spends the whole ceremony with like crying cat meme eyes after the confession scene
i’m pretty sure the minute the vows start cas is in the same boat
USELESS HUSBANDS
dean gets passed a handkerchief for his tears and immediately goes to use it on cas' face and they both laugh sob
love the idea that everyone individually thought they were too tough to cry but they all broke at various stages
yeah sam definitely starts to choke up just standing up there with his brother
sam chokes up before the ceremony even started, like probably when he was pinning on dean’s corsage
anyway, Jack dancing with his two dads at the reception
CAS’ BEST MAN / FLOWER BOY FLOWER MAN
let him heelie down the aisle with the flowers
LITTLE MAN GO NYOOM
who makes him a little flower crown he wears with a proud lil smile?
claire ofc, with those hair braiding skills? she makes it BEAUTIFUL
flower crown: on
nails: painted
dads: MARRIED!!!!
when they say i do and kiss and everyone is cheering you can't convince me that someone doesn't let off what is either a gun or a dubiously legal firework in celebration
jack pops a few lightbulbs in his uncontrollable joy
Dean and Cas can't let go of each other, it's at LEAST one point of physical contact for the rest of the reception PERIODT
CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM DANCING TO AIR SUPPLY
they definitely didn't do the wedding gifts thing but a few mysteriously show up anyway; discuss
waffle iron from sam bc he remembers the becky incident
meanwhile claire gets them flavoured lube because she’s an insane little mean girl
she gets them a sampler package with like novelty flavours, gotta spring extra for a wedding
PIE FLAVOURED LUBE
it’s gonna be the party of the century
omfg you KNOW it! that dancefloor going OFF
the BAR is FLOWING
dean gets dragged up onto the bar to make a speech and there's a moment at the end where he drags cas up there too and they're being playfully yelled at not to scuff it
and there's hooting and catcalls as dean and cas kiss and dean gestures rudely before almost falling backwards off the bar before cas grabs him
and climbing down is less romantic or dignified but he couldn't care if he wanted to
meanwhile sam and claire are outside defacing the impala with silly string and lewd graffiti and tin cans tied to the bumper for the going-away
oh it is one hundo percent a just married atrocity
there's enough condoms hidden in the car that they're still finding them months later
anyway wanna hear my disgustingly soppy honeymoon roadtrip concept?
YOU KNOW I DO
OKAY SO
you know at some point dean must have said some sad thing like for the longest time he never thought he'd live long enough to get married and the only circumstances he could imagine was hooking up drunkenly with a stranger at some vegas wedding scenario like that's the best he would ever get
and he thinks it's mostly forgotten but then during their cross country honeymoon roadtrip castiel does in fact navigate them to las vegas and quietly mutters that the legal veracity of the little chapel on the city limits is dubious at best and they're already married so it couldn't do any harm
and they get officiated by an elvis impersonator and a woman wearing more sequins than fabric throws cheap confetti over them
and after that they stop into every venue they can find that would be friendly to them to pretend they're eloping and at one point dean even pulls out the fbi id badges and the officiant is under the impression he's facilitating some sort of covert workplace romance
one place is a kitchy little house that's clearly just the couple who run it opening their strange home to anyone who needs it and have been since the 70s
and Castiel thinks for a moment when they're asked to pin something to the collection of stuff on the walls and ceiling before pulling the receipt for the pie they'd shared earlier in a dinner out and scrawling his and dean's name on it to be added to the clutter
and at one point they stand ankle deep in a pond while some old hippie lady wraps their clasped hands together with soft fabric and chants something that dean knows isn't real magic but hey he's not going to tell her that
and after the ceremony they sit on the grass and feed each other sweet bread to complete the binding or whatever
and it's nice but it doesn't compare to the ranch where they both tossed their cowboy hats in the air and were given a horse to ride to their camp site
i thought about riverboat gambling for point one seconds and now i know in my bones that one of their many weddings was on a riverboat, they made the captain officiate after cornering him on deck in like five minutes, the crew sent them complimentary champagne and they threw fries at the birds following the boat while sharing it straight out of the bottle
if destiel can go canon multiple times they can get married multiple times CHANGE MY MIND
THEY GET MARRIED SO MUCH
the MOST married
i just want them to get gay cowboy married
eventually i want them to end up at the beach bc dean has canonically never been to the coast their road trip is to get to the other coast
they send just married postcards back to sam from every stop
sam stops feeling hurt he was left out of their vegas elopement wedding by the third wedding postcard he recieves
sam saves them ofc bc GOD can you imagine them looking at the postcards on their 30th anniversary or s/t 🥺
showing their grandkids and recounting the story of each wedding
there's a seashell taped to the last one
cas gets a terrible sunglasses tan and dean gets burnt on the tips of his ears and there's sand on sand on sand in all their clothes and at one point dean is blinking away salt water and cas is gripping his arm and saying something about the coral by them in the water and dean thinks that he likes floating beside cas a lot better than flying
dean has cas pick ice cream for them from a truck and hustles at carnival games enough to win them both big novelty foam hats and they both go back to their room and pass out immediately post shower sprawled across the bed and still smelling like sunscreen and salt water
dean tucks a little cocktail umbrella behind cas’ ear
cas spends most of the next day in dean's zepplin shirt and a pair of shorts they only picked up once they got there because neither of them thought to bring beach clothes,
they sit on the balcony and dean sips his beer and idly plays with the ring on cas' finger and they play a game of what fictional monsters could they beat in a fight
cas’ true form is the size of the chrysler building he can fight king kong easy that's what he says and dean's like
okay but what about mothra
and castiel is like how would YOU defeat mothra
and dean just goes "bugspray."
GDJSGSHSGSHDSJ DEAN WOULD
in honour of misha putting his whole pussy into the role, cas wears a dress in at least one of their weddings
it's at one of those theme parks that's just historical re-enactments and people get their vows renewed there and there's costumes for the photobooth
and the staff are like how long have you been married?
castiel says two weeks, three days, eighteen hours, and twenty five minutes................ approximately.
and the photo is cas in a classical wedding gown and dean is wearing the veil with his old timey suit and there's a moose head on the wall behind them wearing the top hat he was given and they send that print with an arrow pointing at the moose with sam written next to it
i keep thinking bitch!!!! you KNOW WHAT!! you KNOW that dean is the type a guy who's heart races every time he feels his wedding ring/is always fiddling with it in the weeks after the wedding, like an anchor to remind him they really got married this is real he would NEED that physical reminder that he can have good things
he’s never ever going to take it off, the tan line will be permanent
how funny it would be if dean gets injured on a hunt and the monster guy is about to kill him and then the lights blow out and the monsters are like what was that
and dean is just like "[spits blood] that's my husband."
and nek minnit cas has just ripped through them thanks to teleporting in angel style and is just like
Cas: [heals dean] "you're late for movie night"
Dean: "Well if you'd gotten here earlier i would have been on time."
Cas: >:| [kisses him]
cas is like i didn’t burn the popcorn this time you BETTER be alive to see it
#destiel#supernatural#long post#supernatural season 16#twitter roadhouse wedding about to pop OFF#destiel wedding#deancas
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chap 2 of the modern xisangyao, also on AO3
Against his better judgement, Meng Yao finds himself quite charmed by the too handsome researcher who wants to meet his employer
Mister Shanzi will be unhappy when he discovers that Meng Yao has agreed to meet with a researcher without first consulting him, but he is simply too curious. It is so odd for anyone to be so interested in that obscure painter, and so desperate to see more of his work. Of course, Mister Shanzi himself holds a clear interest in Nie Huaisang, one that he has unwillingly transmitted to Meng Yao… But mister Shanzi is an odd man, and ordinary people cannot be compared to him.
For this reason, Meng Yao's first instinct upon being contacted by Lan Xichen had been suspicion. Mister Shanzi has his enemies, as Meng Yao knows well, and they try to act clever sometimes.
His second instinct, after a quick internet search, had been amusement. Surely nobody expected him to believe that this man, handsome enough to play the lead in a drama, was a mere university teacher.
A more thorough search had confirmed it though. Meng Yao knew enough about running a con to spot modified photos and fake credentials, and he had found none of that. Digging further, Lan Xichen appeared in the background of photos and was referenced here and there on relatives' social media, with no incoherence to the presentation he'd given in his email.
So Meng Yao had found himself intrigued, and offered to meet and chat.
A decision he half regrets now, because somehow, Lan Xichen is even more handsome in person. He is, in fact, the single most beautiful person that Meng Yao has seen in his life, easily outranking mister Shanzi who had reigned there supreme since the day Meng Yao met him during a con gone wrong.
"I am so glad you offered to meet me," Lan Xichen says with a warm smile. "I am really sorry that I was so insistent, but it is so rare for several of Nie Huaisang’s works to be in a single place."
“I understand,” Meng Yao replies, trying to match the warmth of that smile when he can’t help being a little dazzled by that handsome stranger. “Though at the moment, my employer is a little wary of showing any of those paintings in his possession until he has inspected them all again. It is very embarrassing that several fakes fooled him, and mister Shanzi wants to restore his reputation. He is still getting used to modern technology, and how much it has changed the art market in recent decades.”
Mostly, mister Shanzi complains a lot on the matter, and keeps saying he’s going to have to change career soon. Apparently, back in the days, it was much easier to sell a decent fake as long as you also sold enough real things. But now with age testing of the paper and analysis of the ink, it’s nearly impossible to do a good enough job.
Of course mister Shanzi could quite easily make as much money only selling legitimate art, he has the connections, the collection, and impeccable taste. So Meng Yao suspects it’s not just about money, and more about the twisted joy of deceiving others. He can't fault him for that.
“Yes, that makes sense,” Lan Xichen sighs. “I was fooled as well, so I understand the feeling. It’s so disappointing, but not unexpected. Nie Huaisang attracts forgers like no other artists.”
Meng Yao nods sympathetically. He’s heard mister Shanzi boast that well over half of Nie Huaisang’s paintings in circulation are copies he made himself, and perfectly undetectable unless one runs those ‘damn new tests’ on them.
“If I may be so bold, why the interest in that particular painter?” Meng Yao asks. “Surely you could have found someone less complicated to study.”
Rather than to answer immediately, Lan Xichen considers the question. He takes a sip of tea with more elegance than this café deserves, and Meng Yao is struck once more with the idea that this man should be acting in drama, not writing essays nobody will ever read. It’s easy to imagine Lan Xichen playing the role of a noble prince, or even a god.
“He’s just a fascinating character I suppose,” Lan Xichen says at last. “Outside of his art, we know so little about him. We don’t even know his real name.”
“What?”
Lan Xichen smiles, clearly very pleased to have gotten that reaction.
“He wasn’t born Nie Huaisang,” he explains. “That’s only his courtesy name. You see, he belonged to that… well, they called themselves a sect, though at the end of the day they were closer to nobility, with the same inheritance problems and power struggles. Still, Qinghe Nie held a number of beliefs, and one of them was that the birth name of its members had to be kept a complete secret… and Nie Huaisang is among those who succeeded at obeying that rule. So we don’t know his name, we don’t know his date of birth, and we don’t know how he died or when.”
“Is there anything that is known about him?” Meng Yao teases, more endeared and intrigued than he would care to admit.
Lan Xichen must notice, because he smiles again, as if delighted to have found someone willing to listen to his impromptu lecture.
“We know he was raised by his brother because their father died when they were young,” Lan Xichen says. “Well, half-brother. Nie Huaisang was the child of a concubine, or even of a servant. His father recognised him, but his legitimacy was called in question a few times. We know he survived a local insurrection nicknamed the Sunshot Campaign, though it’s unclear if he was old enough to have taken part in any fighting. His brother did though, with great success, but died without heirs a few years later and Nie Huaisang found himself in charge of a fief.”
He pauses there, his expression turning sadder, as if he were talking of a personal friend rather than a long dead man. Meng Yao finds it ridiculous and a little endearing.
“A few anecdotes from the lives of contemporaries tell us that he must have had a rough time at first,” Lan Xichen continues, “and he was suspected for a while of being implicated in the murder of the head of the Jin clan, but nothing ever came out of that. He’s just thirty at that point, still fairly young, and he lives on for another fifty, maybe sixty years… and we don’t know anything about what he does during that time. Nobody really talks about Qinghe Nie again until his successor rises to power and brings the clan back into the political sphere. Nie Huaisang’s life is a mystery. What little we think we know comes from the few poems he left, and whatever clues we can gather from his numerous paintings. Isn’t that fascinating?”
What’s fascinating, Meng Yao thinks, is the way Lan Xichen’s eyes light up when talking about something he’s passionate about. If it’s an act, then it’s an excellent one… but Meng Yao finds himself hoping that it’s sincere, that Lan Xichen really is just an odd man who is apparently half in love with a painter who died a millennium and a half ago.
There is no way that mister Shanzi would ever let anyone see his private collection. Even Meng Yao is barely allowed to go to his employer’s house, to avoid attracting attention to the place. Lan Xichen’s request is never going to be granted.
But it has been a long while since Meng Yao has been so intrigued by someone, not since first meeting mister Shanzi in fact. And mister Shanzi, in spite of the mutual attraction that Meng Yao knows to be there, has made it quite clear that he isn’t interested in anything but a professional relationship. Meng Yao has satisfied himself with that so far, because his life really is pretty good as it currently is, but Lan Xichen changes that. Surely there’s no harm in pretending that there’s a chance he might get to see the painting, at least until Meng Yao can decide if that too handsome man is trustworthy or not, dateworthy or not…
“It does sound interesting,” Meng Yao admits. “I’m sure mister Shanzi would…”
His phone starts vibrating, interrupting him. Meng Yao can’t help a slight frown, which turns to a deeper one when he sees the message he’s just received.
“Well, I have to go,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry. But… mister Lan, if I may be so bold, would you agree to exchanging numbers? That way we can continue talking about this more easily.”
“Yes, of course,” Lan Xichen replies. There is a trace of pink on his cheeks as he takes out his own phone, which Meng Yao finds both very fetching and rather encouraging.
He’ll have to be careful, this could be a trap, Lan Xichen might be an excellent actor, part of a team skilled enough to have fooled Meng Yao, but… but he might not be, too, and it would be a shame to miss this chance.
After having exchanged numbers and promised to be in touch soon, Meng Yao quickly heads home. He lives on the edges of the city, in a building that already looked ancient when he was a kid. Today’s a good day, because the lift is, in fact, actually working for once.
Upon getting to his floor, Meng Yao goes to knock on the door next to his. It opens nearly immediately.
“Meng Yao, you’re saving my life,” the young woman who lives there greets him. “I’m really sorry, I’ve tried everyone else, but I’ve been called in for an extra shift and I need the money so bad, I’ve had to buy her new shoes this month, and…”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind at all.”
His neighbour thanks him again, and rushes inside. She’s back quickly, her daughter in her arms. The child nearly throws herself at Meng Yao, and her mother runs off to work, leaving them alone.
“Well, Beastie, it’s just you and me,” Meng Yao says, walking to his door. “What are we going to do tonight?”
“Watch fighting movies! Eat candies!”
“And what will we tell mama we did?”
“Watch documentaries and eat greens and I went to bed and I was good!” The little girl roars.
Meng Yao laughs, and puts her down while he unlocks his door. Beastie runs inside to check the tv, while Meng Yao makes sure they actually have something to eat. He tries to keep his fridge full and his cabinet fuller, especially since Beastie has become a regular at his place. Her mother is a hard working girl who, like Meng Yao’s mother, got pregnant too young from a man who didn’t stick around. He used to babysit Beastie for extra cash before meeting mister Shanzi, and for some reason he never really stopped, even if he refuses to take money for it now. He just likes Beastie and her mom, and he remembers how much his own mother used to rely on neighbours too, whenever things became rough.
As Beastie and him settle down for the night, ready to watch one of those cheesy, over the top old kung-fu movies that they both love, Meng Yao gets a text from Lan Xichen, thanking him again for meeting him. After only the briefest of hesitations, Meng Yao quickly answers that he’s sorry he had to leave so fast, because he loved chatting with Lan Xichen. This prompts another text from the handsome teacher, to which Meng Yao replies as well.
His phone doesn’t stop buzzing all nigh, and Meng Yao doesn't stop smiling.
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In the days and weeks that follow, Meng Yao and Lan Xichen manage to meet in person a few more times, and text nearly constantly. At their second meeting they’re still pretending that this is only about Lan Xichen’s research, but by the third one they start openly chatting about other things.
Lan Xichen is very open about his life, and everything he says fits with what Meng Yao had found during his initial investigation. He has a little brother nearly fifteen years younger than him who lives with him, he enjoys teaching and researching equally, he has a pet rabbit called Liebing he dotes on, he can’t handle spice at all, he has, in fact, been asked more than once if he was interested in a modelling or acting career but always refused because academia is his calling.
Meng Yao is more careful with the information he shares. He admits to having worked for mister Shanzi for nearly five years, but doesn’t elaborate on how they meet because that's not a story for honest people. He confesses he didn’t have any particular interest in art until taking the job, though he has tried to educate himself on the subject since then (Lan Xichen offers to go to a museum together someday, and to his own surprise, Meng Yao agrees). He doesn’t have pets, but he does have Beastie and he’s pretty sure that counts.
The way Lan Xichen’s eyes go soft over that… it does things to Meng Yao’s poor heart.
As does almost everything Lan Xichen does or says, in fact.
Meng Yao is half appalled at himself for how fast he’s falling for Lan Xichen. He tries to resist it, tries to be reasonable, but Lan Xichen just has to smile the right way, and Meng Yao’s heart flutters in his chest. He feels like a teenager with a crush.
He starts thinking like one, too.
Ever since meeting mister Shanzi, Meng Yao has been loyal to his employer. There is something about the man that demands it, and though he has never made threats of any sorts, Meng Yao can feel that mister Shanzi is not a man who takes kindly to betrayal.
And yet, it would be so easy to arrange for Lan Xichen to come to mister Shanzi’s home without his knowledge. Meng Yao is in charge of his employer’s schedule, so he knows where he is at any given time. He also has the keys to that isolated house in the middle of nowhere. It would be so easy, and Meng Yao has never been too good at resisting temptation.
At this point, he knows that if he tells Lan Xichen he won't see the paintings, the other man will be disappointed but will ask if they can keep seeing each other anyway. This isn't about finding a way to keep his attention: Meng Yao knows he has it already.
It's about Meng Yao guessing how happy Lan Xichen will be to see those paintings, and deciding surely that's worth the risk.
That’s how Meng Yao and Lan Xichen find themselves in a car one day, heading out of the city together. Meng Yao feels his skin buzzing with nerves, though every time he takes his eyes from the road to glance at Lan Xichen and finds him glowing and as excited as a child, he knows it was the right choice. It takes them a few hours to get to the house, which they spend chatting about a number of things. About midway through the trip, when they take a break, Meng Yao announces that due to a last minute problem, mister Shanzi won’t be able to meet them at the house, but welcomes them to check the paintings without him. Lan Xichen is of course disappointed and offers to try again another time, but Meng Yao convinces him it’s more convenient to go that day.
The house, hidden in a bamboo forest, takes Lan Xichen’s breath away when he discovers it, just as it did for Meng Yao the first time. It’s not particularly big or extravagant, but there’s something about it that makes Meng Yao’s heart ache every time he sees it, as if he’s known it before. It’s ridiculous, of course. He’d never really left the city before starting to work for mister Shanzi.
“It looks like home,” Lan Xichen whispers as he exits the car.
“Does your family have a place like that?”
Lan Xichen frowns, and shakes his head. “No, not at all. But it still feels like home. I can’t explain why… Ah, don’t mind me. Let’s just go inside.”
Meng Yao hides a smile and goes to open the door. In truth, he’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible. Mister Shanzi has no reason to be back from his trip until tomorrow, but Meng Yao won’t feel safe until they’ve left. It really is stupid to have come here at all, and even Lan Xichen’s happiness is starting to not feel worth the risk.
The house is quiet when they go in, and a little cold, making them shiver. It’s always fresh in there, which Meng Yao assumes is why mister Shanzi has taken to calling his home the Hanshi.
“It’s not a very welcoming name for a home,” Lan Xichen says as he looks around, sounding a little distracted.
“It’s not much of a home anyway. He doesn’t live here most of the time,” Meng Yao explains as they head for the kitchen. “It has his private collection, a few personal belongings, and that’s it. He prefers to stay with friends or at hotels if he can. Check the fridge and you’ll see how bad it is.”
While Meng Yao pours himself a glass of water, Lan Xichen does check the fridge, and finds it predictably empty except for some forgotten leftovers. Sometimes, Meng Yao suspects that mister Shanzi doesn’t eat at all unless he has company.
After taking a moment to rest from the long trip, Meng Yao takes Lan Xichen toward the workshop in the basement, where he knows his employer usually keeps the best parts of his collection, fake and authentic paintings carefully divided according to a system he taught to Meng Yao.
It really feels more and more like a betrayal to be doing this, but Lan Xichen is glowing, and mister Shanzi will never know.
Meng Yao starts opening the door.
His blood turns to ice when he realises that there’s light inside the room.
He thinks, for a second, to stop and run away while he can, but it’s too late already. Lan Xichen would ask questions, and he wouldn’t like the answers. It could save him from also dealing with mister Shanzi’s fury at least, but even that won’t be afforded to him. When Meng Yao peaks inside, mister Shanzi’s swivel chair is turning toward the door, with mister Shanzi sitting crossed leg in it and looking curiously at the intruders.
It is painfully obvious that mister Shanzi isn’t expecting visitors. Instead of the polished outfits he favours in public, he’s wearing a pair of novelty boxers with emoji on them, and a hoodie two sizes too big with ink stains on the sleeves. His long hair isn’t in a neat braid, but in a messy bun held in place by some cheap chopsticks. In short, mister Shanzi doesn’t look like the refined young man he endeavours to be when he has to show his face somewhere, and more like a college student who has forgotten the taste of any food except instant noodle and energy drinks.
That impression is only made worse by the headphones he’s now lowering, and the game console on his lap. They must have caught him taking a break.
“Meng Yao, why are you…” mister Shanzi starts asking, unfolding his legs so he can stand up, only to interrupt himself when his gaze falls on Lan Xichen.
His hands start shaking, badly enough that his console falls from his grip and onto the floor, its screen cracking upon impact.
“You!” mister Shanzi gasps, eyes wide with terror.
#xisangyao#xiyao#lan xichen#jin guangyao#xisang#mostly just hinted but still#jau writes#counterfeit au#next chapter will probably be pretty short
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The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 5
Or Leah loses her shit at Jar Jar, thirsts for Aayla Secura for an episode and a half, and then swoons for Riyo Chuchi.
Welcome once more to the Reacts series! I’m a busy woman for now but I am setting up a schedule for this series which will be
Today we’re covering episodes 12, 13, 14 and BONUS! 15. This is because I got super bored during episode 14 and basically didnt write anything so, here you go! As per usual, major spoiler alert for season 1 of the clone wars! If you haven’t read the previous parts to this series, I suggest you do so that you can follow along!
Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2
Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5
Part 3 - Episodes 6, 7 and 8
Part 4 - Episodes 9, 10 and 11
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We’re well past the half-way point, so there is 2 parts left of season 1, and then onto season 2! So lets get into it!
Episode 12: The Gungan General
> heheheheheheheh jar jar I am KEEN
> I get hondo and jar jar in one episode
>> this’ll be funny
>>> actually no scratch that, this is gonna be hilarious
> oh and they woke up in a cell this will be fun
> HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AND THEYRE BOUND TO DOOKU
> DISASTER I TELL YOU
> “if I keep my mouth shut you’ll devise a plan so get off the god forsaken planet?” “YES”
> this dude seems traitorous as fuck (im referring to one of the pirates, not dooku shockingly)
> I wish Ahsoka and Yoda were in this too, I want more disaster lineage
> ah he is indeed a traitor
> “HEIDY HO CHANCELLOR”
> JAR JAR WHOO
> “stop messing around, we’re landing. Secure yourself” “MESA TRYING ITS STUCK”
> promptly followed by jar jar falling everywhere
> oh and now he’s in the cockpit
> oh shit that senator guy is definitely dead right?
> “do control tour protégées insolence” “anakin, control your insolence, the count is concentrating”
> “do we know where we’re going?” “Ssh anakin” “DO we know where we’re going?”
> is it safe? Of course it i- riiiiiight
>> I forgot this was the clone wars for a second, this is gold
> FRIENDS DONT DRUG FRIENDS HONDO
> y’know, dooku’s quite amusing when he’s not trying to kill my favourite characters
> “are you now in command” “uh no, binks is the highest ranking” ooooohhhh boy
> ooooooohhhh and some mind tricks too, nice
> I hate to say this, but jar jar is actually smart
> holy shit
> beasties are nearby too, we’ll be fine. they run, we run
>> Dayum jar jar actually making good decisions?
> I present a real and accurate image of my reaction to this statement
> Mesa be having an idea oooohhh booooyyy
> obi wan that is no way to speak to your grandmaster
> be patient master the count is elderly and doesn’t move like he used to
> I would kill you both now if I didn’t have to drag your bodies
>> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH this is the only reaction I’ll accept
> then falling all over each other is the only thing I’ve ever needed to see
> “ this is not going well” no shit
> my question is why did obi wan not drop Dooku?? Does he actually still care about this man?
> you’re right, I don’t think youre going to be friends 🤦♀️😂
> sneaky lying snake
> bruh they don’t even know you’ve got the Jedi captive??????????
>> so how does that work you dumbass
> no shit, you will look like fools obi wan
> “there be some bombad clankers” 😂😂
>> “huh YOURE right, bombad clankers” I love the shock
> YOURE RIGHT HE IS SMARTER THAN HE LOOKS, GIVE JARJAR SOME CREDIT
> oh boy anakin, just keep your mouth shut genius
> man electrocution doesn’t look like fun
> HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH
> The next few lines of confused joy are me reacting to jar jar somehow single handedly taking out 3 tanks
> what the fuck
> JarJar I I’m what-
> JUST DID A GOOD THING, I DONT REGERT THIS THING AT ALLLLLLLL
> fuckin JarJar was great
> “KILL HIM HES NOT A REPRESENTATIVE, HES A PLAGUE” I’m ded 💀😢💀
> serves you right you snake, now dooku gonna choke your ass
> oooohhhhh that’s how these two twits (hondo and obi-wan) became friends
> “and... he knows where you live” Oof the subtle threat is real
> hem I love obi wan very much and his sarcasm
Episode 13: Jedi crash
> I JUST SAW AAYLA I AM EXCITED I AM ALSO ATTRACTED TO HER VERY MUCH
> SHES HOT
> I LOVE HER
> AND HER VOICE JUST MAKES ME ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
> I wish I was bly, not gonna lie
> I have a quick question - the 501st colour is blue right? Then why do they have a gold squad, doesn’t the extra colours just confuse things?
> I love seeing anakin and Ahsoka in action coolest thing to watch
> And anakin
>> I am also quite attracted to him
>>> imagine dragging your hands through that hair as he- wait no I have minors in my followers not gonna finish that
> Uh oh
>> Oh anakin you twit
>>> HE LOCKED HOMSELF IN WITH AN EXPLOSION JDGKJDJFKFKFKFKFF
> HES INSANE
> Are all Jedi so reckless? Just the good ones - love this by the way
> Oooohh shit for a STAR
> I mean like? I know anakin doesn’t die, but this shit is concerning
> Perfected the art of destroying ships and getting master almost killed? Sounds familiar
> I hate it when they just call them “padawan “ it just feels very impersonal like bleh
> Like I love aayla but god the Jedi preach some bullshit
>> God forbid someone raises a child and gets attached to it
>>> Like for fucks sake
>>>> Can you tell this is something I’m passionate about?
> Anyway, moving on
> Oh hi anakin! You’re alive!
> That bird lookin thing is tryna eat my boy 😤
> Oop - well that dudes dead
> Aawwwwwww aayla looks so sad, this makes me sad too
> Can we just appreciate this?
> Well these little critters are cute
> Ooooohhh I think I agree with this little dude
> You can skip the paragraph if you like, its just me going off about ‘peacekeeping’
> Alright gonna get mildly into it for a second, the clone wars really gets into it with episodes like this, displaying how the entire galaxy was starting to lose faith in the Jedi and their peacekeeping ways, in the movies we just got that people just started hating the Jedi because they became part of the war, but this really fleshes it out and shows just how slowly and gradually the loss of faith is. Because he’s right, the Jedi aren’t peacekeepers anymore, they bring as much destruction with them that the separatists do and have become symbols of war. They’re fighting for a good reason yes, but they can no longer claim that they are peacekeepers or that they played no role in this war.
> ANYWAY BACK TO REACTS
> AH MY TWO FAVOURITE WOMEN AND A PRETTY BACKGROUND AGAIN!! They really do be doing me a great service
Part 14: Defenders of Peace
> I’m really not into this episode, just saying it now
> Anakins just as bad as obi wan, like honestly just chill bro, fucking REST
>> MY BOYS DESERVE SOME GODDAMN REST AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK-
> Okay but is it taking a life if it’s a droid?
> Ugh this dudes ugly as fuck
> What did you think was gonna happen?? Of course your village was going to be ransacked
> I could go on forever about the pointlessness of this war like it just makes me mad palpatine you slimy git-
> My reacts this episode are really boring huh, I’m not into it 😭
*fully I didn’t write anything for about 10 minutes here because it’s just a little boring*
> HOLY SHIT NOW THATS A FUCKING WEAPON
> Yep sorry that’s it for this ep, I’m so bored 😂
>> Anyway, bonus episode because that one was short!
Part 15: Trespass
> YES OBIWAN WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO
> AND IS THAT RIYO CHUCHI I SPY?????
> Hahahahahahahhahahaha it’s not tatooine, you got that right
> Oh god this dude already sounds like a dick (its the chancellor dude but not palpatine)
> Why’s he so defensive over it?
> Oh yikes, that does not look good
> Seppies don’t do that though - this is... odd
> Ah and the same thing has been done to the droids
> Off topic, but I think I’m going to make a clone wars drinking game that I can do while I do my reacts, so I’m going to make that this week, send me your ideas in the comments or dm me!
> Back to ep - pfffffffttt obi wans little taps and then anakin really goes WHACK
> Anyway I’m going to do this in the next couple days and then every Friday night I’ll watch a few eps and drink away
> Alright back to the episode once more
> Abominable snowman????
>> Definitely
> This is gonna go well isn’t it?
> “Well? Say something”
>> “Just shut up” *visible eye roll*
> What the fuck is their mouth
> Okay really obi wan, I think it’s pretty clear they don’t speak basic
> YEEEEEEAAAHHH THATS MY BOI ANAKIN
> Awwwwwwww that shits cute, fucking bear huugggg I want to be hugged like that
> I’m not fussed if it’s anakin, obi wan or kit fisto but please someone love me
>> Preferably kit fisto
> Anyway this dudes a dick (again, its the chancellor dude)
> They obviously have intelligence, and this dude has issues
>> I’m thinking he’s trying to compensate for something 👀
> Oof you really gonna tell a Jedi what to do?
> HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA the other people’s were there already
> Ugh he reminds me of my very racist grandparents oh boy
> You’ve been told like 4 times that it is not your jurisdiction anymore and you still can’t take it?
>> BRUH
> She’s so tiny and adorable and her voice is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰
>> Oh no
>>> I’m simping for another character
> Surely this guy dies
> HAHAHAHAHAH HE JUST GOT SPEARED SERVES YOU RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER
> What a dick, he shall not be missed
> She’s just, so pretty??? And smart????
>> FUCK MY BISEXUAL ASS CANT HANDLE THIS
> he’s seriously not dead yet?
> AAAHH RIYO YOU SMART GIRL YEEEEESSSS NEGOTIATE THAT PEEEEAAACCEEEE
> THATS MY GIRL SENATOR CHUCHI YEEEESSS
Welp that’s it for today folks, it was lovely, see y’all at some point this week where I say the drinking game rules and then next drunken Friday (even though these are gonna be released on saturdays but I write them on fridays?)
#the clone wars#tcw#the clone wars reacts#reacts series#star wars ahsoka#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#obi wan kenobi#kit fisto#riyo chuchi#jar jar binks#basically a leah simp fest#fucking sigh#it took one (1) ep for me to simp
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