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the sun shines and fights for your day (2122 words) by the_one_that_fell Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fruits Basket - Takaya Natsuki (Manga), Fruits Basket Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kuragi Machi & Sohma Kisa, Kuragi Machi & Sohma Hiro, Kuragi Machi/Sohma Yuki, Sohma Hiro/Sohma Kisa TW: Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Verbal Abuse, Slight Victim Blaming, Manga Spoilers

Summary: Machi didn’t get harassed or catcalled often. But that didn’t mean it never happened.

Or, Machi is rescued by the two youngest members of the Zodiac.

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Machi didn’t get harassed or catcalled often.

She chalked it up to her talent at being virtually invisible in public more than anything else. Her entire life, she had been quiet and dull and very good at ignoring men. But that didn’t mean it never happened.

“I have a boyfriend,” she told the man blocking her path. She’d only run out to pick up some groceries before Yuki’s visit this afternoon, but this—admittedly tall —jackass was making it difficult.

“Oh?” The guy smirked at her. “I don’t see him.”

Machi bristled, but kept her expression neutral. “I don’t need a chaperone to run errands, do I?”

“C’mon, smile a bit,” he told her, stepping closer. “You’re being rude. We’re just talking, aren’t we?”

“Leave me alone,” Machi said, frustration leaking into her tone. Yuki had taught her a few self-defense moves before he graduated, but people were starting to notice as the guy in front of her grew louder. She couldn’t just kick him in the balls for being annoying.

“Hey, I’m just being friendly,” the guy snapped, smile dropping. “Don’t you know how to make friends?”

“No,” Machi replied truthfully. She didn’t intentionally make friends; friends generally wormed their way into her life against her will. “Go away.”

“You’re such a bitch,” the guy spat. “Bet you think you’re so much better than me, is that it? Get off your high horse, you stupid slut.”

“Okay.” Machi sighed. All she wanted was to get some ingredients for soumen. Why couldn’t this guy just leave her alone? He was starting to make her nervous; what if he followed her home? Steeling herself, Machi ducked around him, but he caught her arm and yanked her back.

“Hey!” He shouted, fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh of her upper arm. Machi let out a surprised yelp of pain. “Don’t walk away when I’m talking to yo- OOF. ”

Suddenly the hand was gone, and Machi turned to see the guy sprawled across the sidewalk, clutching at his stomach. Standing above him was a kid, probably middle school aged, who raised a fist in warning.

“She didn’t wanna talk to you, you dumb bastard!” The kid shouted, his voice cracking almost comically. “Go jump in a lake!”

“C’mon.” A small, soft hand took Machi’s, and she looked down to see a young girl tugging at her to move. “Hiro’s got him distracted, let’s get away.”

Machi nodded mutely and let the girl drag her down the street, away from the man and the boy who’d saved her. They ended up at the entrance to a busy park, and the girl let out a deep sigh of relief. She looked up at Machi with brilliant, amber eyes. Despite the difference in color, Machi was reminded of Yuki.

“Are you okay?” The girl asked, nose scrunching in worry. She was cute in a way Machi didn’t know existed in real life. Was this some sort of child model? A tiny idol? A robot escaped from a laboratory?

“Did your friend...headbutt that guy in the stomach?” Machi asked. Everything had happened so quickly that it was a blur, but she was certain the kid hadn’t come at them with his fists alone.

“Aha, um...yes.” The girl looked down at her feet. “It’s a bad habit of his from- it’s a bad habit.”

Machi felt her lips twitch upwards. “I don’t think it’s a bad habit to save people.”

The girl beamed up at her, clasping her hands together. “So, you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? He was so scary.”

“Ah, no, I’m fine,” Machi said, rubbing at the back of her neck. “Thanks.”

“Oi! Kisa!”

The boy was jogging towards them, face pulled into a deep scowl. To Machi’s relief, he didn’t have a scratch on him.

“Hiro!” The girl—Kisa—waved him over. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Hiro said, scowl lessening as Kisa checked him over. When he caught sight of Machi, however, he huffed and pointed an accusatory finger at her. “You . Learn how to stand up for yourself! I can’t stand people who let themselves get walked all over. What if we hadn’t been there? You can’t expect others to fight your battles!”

Machi quirked an eyebrow. Who did this little punk think he was, her father? It was almost funny, getting lectured by a child. She let her thoughts drift to Yuki as the kid rambled on. He’d be here in an hour and she still needed to pick up groceries. Neither of them could cook, even after lessons from Tohru, but they had fun trying. Sometimes Yuki would purposefully smear sauce across her cheek, just so he could lick it off. The bastard thought he was so smooth ...but Machi would be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart race.

“Hiro!” Kisa shouted, disrupting Machi’s train of thought. “Stop it! If she’d hit that guy, he could’ve hurt her! You’re being mean. I’m...I’m disappointed in you.”

Machi hid her laugh behind a cough as the boy’s face grew bright red. He was a piece of work, but Kisa seemed to have him wrapped around her finger. They very suddenly reminded her of Tohru and Kyo, and this time she couldn’t help but snort a little.

“I-I-” Hiro bowed, first to Kisa, then Machi. “I’m sorry,” he said, head lowered. “I just got scared, seeing that guy grab you. I- I don’t like bullies.”

“It’s fine,” Machi said with a shrug. “I know a few self-defense moves, I guess I just froze. So, thank you. For interfering.”

Hiro nodded, looking at Kisa sheepishly until she smiled at him. Machi really wasn’t sure if these two were dating or siblings or whatever, but the way they interacted made her feel warm inside. They clearly knew each other well.

“I’m Kisa, by the way,” the girl said to introduce herself. “Kisa Sohma. And this is Hiro Sohma. Do you mind if we walk you home, just to make sure you get there safe?”

“Soh...ma?” Machi’s brain short-circuited.

“Ah, yeah. Sohma,” Kisa repeated with a smile.

“Are you related to Yuki Sohma?” Machi asked slowly. Surely that was too much of a coincidence. But these kids were unnaturally pretty, and Kisa’s hair -

“Yes!” Kisa clapped her hands together. “He’s our relative. You know Yuki?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s my boyfriend.”

Kisa’s mouth fell open. Hiro snorted. “That guy has a girlfriend ?”

“Really?” Kisa asked, ignoring Hiro. “It’s so nice to meet you! Onee-chan mentioned Yuki was dating someone but I haven’t talked to him in a while so I never got to ask.” She paused, tilting her head to the side to look Machi up and down. “You’re pretty.”

Despite herself, Machi felt her face heat up. “Um. My name is Machi Kuragi.”

“You could do better,” Hiro said off-handedly. Kisa smacked his arm.

“Yuki is nice, don’t say that,” she whispered. “Onee-chan, can we walk you home?”

It seemed yet another person in Yuki’s life had already adopted her—first Tohru, then Ayame, and now Kisa. Machi couldn’t really complain, though. It was nice to have a family.

“Uh, sure.” Machi decided she and Yuki could just go out to eat. Their cooking was pretty atrocious. “I’m just a couple blocks this way,” she said, jabbing her thumb in the direction of her apartment.

Without warning, Kisa grabbed Machi’s hand again and took the lead, despite not knowing the way. Hiro trailed after them, mumbling about older women stealing his girlfriend, but he didn’t seem too angry. “If you’re dating Yuki,” Kisa said. “Does that mean you’re friends with Tohru?”

Machi nodded. “We’re not close, but she’s easy to be friends with.”

“She’s the best, isn’t she?” Kisa asked, grinning from ear to ear. “I miss her a lot.”

“She should dump Kyo,” Hiro butted in. “He’s such a loser. Then she could move back here.”

“Hiro,” Kisa warned, her tone more playful than upset. “Don’t say that. Kyo isn’t too bad, and Onee-chan really loves him!”

Hiro snorted derisively. “Tohru loves everyone. She can find someone here.”

Kisa looked up at Machi with a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. “Hiro misses her too, he just won’t admit it.”

“I don’t!” Hiro protested, but Kisa waved him off.

“Do you go to school with Yuki?” Kisa asked.

“I did,” Machi said. “I’m in my third year at Kaibara, but he and I were on the Student Council together last year.”

“Oh! So you know Momiji and Haru?”

“Yeah.” Momiji had transferred out this year, but they had been acquainted. Alternatively, she couldn’t get rid of Hatsuharu Sohma, who asked for “Yuki Updates” almost every day before class.

Machi had never been great at small talk, but her curt nature didn’t seem to faze Kisa. “I never get to see Momiji anymore, since he moved out of the compound. But I get to see Haru and Rin a lot!”

They rounded the corner to Machi’s apartment, Kisa still rambling about people Machi didn’t know. Kisa stopped talking abruptly and began waving to someone in the distance. Machi glanced up to see Yuki standing outside her building, typing on his phone.

“Yuki!” Kisa called. He looked up, noticed the three of them together, and waved, confusion visible on his face, even at this distance.

They approached and Yuki reached out to kiss Machi’s cheek in greeting. Her face flushed, but the kids didn’t seem to notice. “Hey,” he said to her. “I see you met these two?”

“A guy was harassing her, so we stepped in,” Hiro said coolly, arms folded across his chest.

“He headbutted the guy,” Machi deadpanned. Yuki let out a surprised bark of laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Yuki said, taking Machi’s hand. “Are you okay?”

Machi nodded. “They insisted on making sure I got home safe.”

Yuki smiled at his cousins. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “That was very kind of you, Kisa.”

“Hey!” Hiro protested, but he was ignored as Yuki patted Kisa’s head. She smiled up at him, eyes darting to Machi.

“I like your girlfriend,” Kisa told him. “Hold onto her, please.”

Yuki laughed, and the sound warmed Machi’s heart. “I plan on it. As long as she’ll have me.”

“Gross,” Hiro muttered. Machi turned to him, and bopped him lightly on the head with her fist. “Hey!” He shouted.

“Thanks,” she said. “For walking me home. And headbutting that guy.”

Hiro’s cheeks turned pink and he shrugged dismissively. “Whatever. Guy deserved it.”

“Can you two get home safely?” Yuki asked, grip tightening on Machi’s hand. They hadn’t seen each other properly in weeks, and she could tell he was antsy to get her alone. She bit back a smile.

“Of course we can,” Hiro snapped. Kisa smiled at Yuki sweetly.

“Yes,” she said. “Come visit us soon, okay? Haru misses you.”

Yuki nodded. “Will do.”

Kisa waved to both of them as Hiro took her hand and started pulling her back down the street. As soon as they were out of sight, Yuki pressed a proper kiss to her mouth. Machi melted against him, the whirlwind of the past hour finally over. “Are all of your relatives weird? Are you the normal one in your family?”

Yuki laughed against her lips, knocking their foreheads together. “You ask me that when Kakeru is your brother.”

“That Hiro kid headbutted a guy twice his size in the gut,” Machi said. “And that’s pretty normal after meeting Momiji and Ayame.”

“Have I introduced you to Kagura yet?” Yuki asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Your family is weird ,” Machi said, pulling her boyfriend towards the entrance of her building.

Yuki let himself be pulled inside. “I’m very aware.”

“Nice, though,” Machi admitted, cheeks growing warm as they climbed up to the second floor. “Your family’s pretty nice. The ones I’ve met.”

The unspoken truth of Yuki’s parents hung between them, but it didn’t dampen the mood, They’d bared themselves to each other before, whispering the untold abuses of their parents where no one else could hear. Machi knew Yuki didn’t go to the family compound to visit because those who hurt him were still there. Yuki knew Machi would only meet with her father in public, where he couldn’t raise a hand against her.

Yuki smiled at her. “They seemed to like you, Kisa and Hiro. Oh, speaking of, Ayame was asking about you yesterday…”

Machi unlocked her door and pulled Yuki in behind her, still chattering about his brother and her brother and silly schemes they were brewing. She smiled at him, and felt her heart expand to let her new family grow just a little more.

#fruits basket fanfiction #yuchi #machi/yuki #heed the warnings #x-posting from ao3 #anna writes things #aka machi is forcibly introduced to zodiac members #fruits basket spoilers #fruits basket manga spoilers

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fotiathymos · 4 years

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I liked your headcanon backstory for Lio, when you have the time would you share your idea for Galo's?

Galo's story time! According to random thoughts that occur in my brain to make me upset at night!

Once again, thank you for the interest. And I guess it comes off that I enjoy writing so I hope you enjoy reading. Even when its said. >.> I'd love to discuss with people their ideas still. And once again again... its LONG.

TW emotional abuse, parental death, small racism mention, transphobia mention, bullying, self harm via over working, and again I apologize if I miss anything.

Galo's parents were city dwelling young teens that fell in love and got married months later after dating at barely 19 years old. And it was rough.

His mother was loud, out spoken, take no bullshit kind of girl. She grew up all her life in Promepolis, poor and dirty. She'd get drunk at gay bars, fight with her parents, make out with random people and claimed it was living life to the fullest and if you can't handle that then you are just a prude!

His father recently moved into the city with his father (Galo's grandfather). They lost their home and was moved to Promepolis' shelter.

The recent events of the World Blaze caused many people to be displaced and homeless across the world. And welcoming new comers in the city scared the locals, what if they were Burnish? But with a majority of livable land reduced to deserts, people had to go somewhere.

Galo's father was training to be museum curator assistant. He was well versed in many cultures histories, educated, introverted and always got his way through social interactions via jokes. Upon arriving to the city he was currently jobless, the museum and city he previously called home was burned to the ground. His father was his only family and unfortunately wasn't handling old age well.

Sort of an opposites attract but 'were not so different, you an I' way. They met through friends of a friend. Galo's father wasn't fond of clubs but went anyway. She made him let loose for once in his life and he fell head over heels for her. They connected real fast. They were just 19 and impulsive, but it worked out in the end sorta, and decided if the world is this sucky lets just get married right away.

The reason why Galo was never taken in by any other family members was because 1. Galo's father only had Galo's grandfather, who was living in a home for his health. and 2. Galo's mother was disowned by her parents after hitching up with Galo's dad. She was from a large Italian family. Tight knit. They disapproved of her not dating or marrying an Italian boy from the city. She married a Japanese man. They excommunicated her from the family. Even when Galo was born they refused to see him.

Galo was their 'miracle child'. Kind of playing off how in the movie he was always is in such danger he should've died, it was a miracle Galo was born! His mother went through unfortunate miscarriages before she suddenly had Galo. And even then he was born premature and was held in the hospital on and off for the first 3 years of his life. And he survived! He was their miracle.

The family mostly lived a quiet life. Working multiple jobs in a shitty city apartment, caring for an elderly man and a small child. They knew of the politics and horrors going on in the world but they had no time to think of it. They were just trying to survive day by day. They had no outside support. They had friends but even then, they were busy too. There were fights about money, who is staying home with Galo, why don't we have any food in the fridge, whose taking him to school. They made a rule to never fight in front of Galo but kids still felt tension.

Galo didn't quite know he was different from other kids. He just felt.. wrong. It was discovered he was a boy early on though. Really, his parents had suspicions. Galo would hate being referred to as girly, lived for the idea of tomboy. Even when it conflicted with things he did like, like dolls and dresses. The moment someone said he was a pretty girl in that dress, he threw out the dress, tore it to pieces. He would get irritable when people used words and terms for him he didn't decide for himself. He only ever wore his dresses at home, played with dolls at home. At school he begged to wear baseball t-shirts, have robot notebooks, he'd point to anything in the boys section without much care to what it was, as long as it made him appear 'boy' to the world. His parents sat him down to talk about all this. When it all clicked that their child was transgender, they did all they could to make his life easier. They poured their money into puberty blockers for the time being. Before any further steps would happen.

Galo was bullied heavily at school. He was the 'weird' kid. The 'ugly girl', the 'freak'. Even to teachers who were asked to respect him, they just found him to be a 'troublemaker'. Never paying attention in class, always fidgeting, he'd talk too loud, always asking to go to the bathroom.

'Look at adults when youre talking to them.' 'Stop drawing and pay attention.'

He'd try to go by the rules but the rules always didn't make sense to him. Gender was confusing but school was even more confusing. He was always frustrated. All his attempts at fitting in were hit by walls. No one seemed to understand him. Kids stepped all over him, stealing any cool pencils or books he had. His back pack thrown across the school yard.

And just as his parents hid their worried and hard life from him, he made sure to not worry them about his own struggles.

When the fire happened Galo was around 13 year old. Galo was in bed. There were suddenly flames everywhere and his instincts made him run to his parents room. His mother was trapped inside the bedroom, his father outside. Galo was told to make a quick exit out of the house on his own. And in a panic he fled out the front door and into the worst possible human being.

Everything was pretty much a blur. Galo fell hard into shock when his parents weren't coming out of the building. He honestly was clinging to anything nearby to just.. hold something.. feel something. It just happened to be Kray Foresight.

The news was on the scene and sirens were blaring and Galo was anywhere but on earth in that moment. He was placed in an ambulance with a shock blanket, Kray sat beside him, muttering to himself. The only words Galo caught were something along the lines of ‘how unexpected the world gives things.’

In Kray's world, his sudden fame gave his sabotage and manipulate plan more speed. In Galo's world. Before he could even start his life, it ended.

Galo was sent to live in foster care. His Grandfather unable to support him. Galo got heavy into history when visiting his grandfather. The man had Galo's father history books in storage and Galo was instantly pulled in. Especially in his father's culture which he never got to learn much about. He discovered the history of Hikeshi through the books and it became his biggest interest. some foster care nurses were worried about him getting into firefighting history after suffering from a fire.

Galo would also visit a reluctant Kray very often. The media always ate it up. Kray would pose for pictures and Galo loved the attention. A break from thinking anything bad, he could run around a large empty office while Kray was on calls. Okay, maybe, sometimes he'd get yelled at for being too loud. And Kray would kick him out of the room. But thats just cause he was busy! Galo would talk and talk and talk to Kray about the new things he read in his books, he'd even bring by the books some days! His back pack full. It has to do with firefighting! Kray is working on ways to help prevent burnish fires! Kray would so be interested in Galo's research! So he'd spread out all the books all over Krays desk. Kray would let in some tv people during Galo's visits, maybe so they could see how even Galo, a kid, can be working so hard for a better world!

Galo would notice how different Kray got when it was just them two. Kray would mutter under his breath a lot. Stress from the job probably. Krays outbursts toward Galo only happened when they were alone. clearly Galo was being a bother to him. Kray was a busy man. Galo wasn't helping as much as he should be for Kray. Galo started being more quiet during his visits. He went from jumping around to sitting in the corner of the room, watching Kray work, till he was yelled at to stop staring. Galo would pace the Foundations halls, people watching. How they acted and how he could do the same to impress Kray finally. Show he isn't a kid anymore. That he’s normal.

But Kray wasn't always so stressed out with Galo, sometimes he'd pat Galo's head, buy him a new clothes and video games, have someone drive him back to the foster home in a big fancy car. And one day Kray even started noticing how interested Galo was in firefighting! He even offered to pay for schooling!

Galo hated the foster home system. Instead of dealing with his problems he ran away. He'd run to Kray's office. To visit his grandfather. Just mindlessly wander the city. Being an older child with trauma, adoption wasn't really on his plate. Ageing out seemed to be his only option. But no one ever wanted to just tell him that was the case. Giving false hopes for a better life.

Being bullied in school was easy compared to being bullied by other foster kids. They all hated Galo for being Krays 'favorite'. Galo was given a special room because Kray paid for it. Galo was bought clothes and video games and taken on drives in fancy cars! It was common for Galo to come back to his bedroom trashed. The first Matoi made out of card board and scrap fabric... suddenly found burning in the buildings front yard.

Galo would try and try and try to fit in. To be accepted. To have friends. So he started letting other kids come join him in the fancy car rides. He'd give others his clothes, pretending they were gifts. He'd help others by doing their chores. And suddenly everyone needed Galo.

When Galo's grandfather passed on due to old age. Galo felt more hopeless. His Grandfather was having memory issues in his old age, so Galo visited less, he could handle being mistaken for his mother, or asked who he even was. Galo felt so useless. And then the last piece of his family died and he, once again, was useless.

He was 16years old now. And felt so very stuck. As he was getting closer and closer to aging out of the system Galo was slowly accepting he had his own dreams of being a firefighter now. To help people who befell such a horrible situation that he himself suffered. He also wanted to impress Kray with his studies and maturity. He got to work. He got a job at the foster home, secretly got a front desk job at the Foundation, did small odd jobs around the city. All at 16-17. 18 years old was moving closer and closer. He wouldn’t eat or sleep and his body would ache everyday. But. He didn't want to be stuck and be useless.

Galo wanted to talk to Kray about helping him with top surgery. After the fire he got off puberty blockers, and after many many therapy sessions with the foster homes nurse did he start hormone replacement therapy. He honestly thought Kray already knew Galo wasn't cis from when he was 13 years old. But it seems he keeps forgetting. Kray was told about it by a nurse but he didn't mention it again. So Kray must not care that Galo was trans! He'd surely be excited and proud when he finds out how hard Galo worked up the money and how mature he was for all his research.

Kray was livid.

Calling Galo impulsive as always. Galo was working 2 years on this, and was researching for even longer. But.. I guess it was still 'impulsive' of him. Kray said it was too huge a thing to do to ones body. Galo understood that. Does that mean he can't go through with it? Yes, it was a big change but thats what Galo wanted. Kray just stated the obvious. Galo just wanted support for it. Galo explained as calmly as he could to Kray. Kray didn't seem to budge. Galo was too nervous about doing it without Kray's support. So he just sulked for months. Til one day, Kray said he found a surgeon. And Galo was elated! The news the next day had a big article on how Kray was still being a hero to the small boy he saved years ago.

Galo had some extreme abandonment issues. He conformed all his life to fit into a role, a job, a way he was expected to be for whoever he was talking to. He struggled with his own identity from a young age and with how different the world continued to act towards him it was hard for him to find his own place of comfort. It was always someone elses comfort he had to focus on. Joining Burning Rescue enhanced that feeling. He was meant to save and help others. And he was happy with that. It gave him purpose, pride, and reason to keep living.

Night terrors and sleep paralysis started immediately after the fire. During his foster home days, he was known to be awake at all hours of the night. Playing video games, reading, wandering around, doing exercise. anything to think of anything that wasn't that night. That wasn't how he's failing, how he wasn't liked, how he wasn't 'normal'.

He'd apologize after every time he got too excited and his voice got loud. Kray would always yell or give him a look from that. Kray wasn't subtle about how disinterested he was in Galo's interests. Galo would talk and talk and Kray would grunt and mumble under his breath and then slam the books off his desk nonchalantly. Galo would shut up. Galo had trouble understanding when the right time to speak was, what if he was too loud, what if he said something wrong.

Self deprecating humor was his go to in social interactions. If he said how annoying and stupid he was first then when they say it, it won't hurt that much. Or well, its just a joke, he doesn't really hate who he is! Right?

Galo's self harm was in working too much. Sleeping too little. He'd appear as a workaholic, invested in his passions. He'd be important and useful and he convinced himself that the aches werent there or werent too bad. His forgetfulness from lack of sleep was just him being stupid.

After Parnassus. He dealt with his issues more. Sort of. He'd become invested in helping Lio in helping the Burnish. Helping Lio with Lio's traumas and aches and lack of sleep.

But Lio was also invested in helping Galo.

Lio.. listened to him. Galo would talk and talk and talk and Lio could repeat the information back days later. Lio asked to hear more about certain subjects. Lio snap at Galo everytime he made a self hating joke. Galo still suffered nightmares and traumas but he wasn't alone this time. Truely wasn't alone. He finally had someone, and even more then just Lio, actually checking in on him, visiting him. Instead of Galo running to find someone to connect to and meeting brick walls.. he was slowly starting to have someone run to him.

Lio was the first person Galo would talk to about his parents. About the fun board game nights they had together. How his mother would let Galo wear make up and dresses but still refer to him as a boy when asked. How his father would let Galo stay up way to late watching old movies with him.

Galo had his own issues to deal with but he was in love with Lio intensely. Someone understood him when no one else would. But he couldn't always trust his own head, it always seemed to give the wrong answers about how others felt. But he just felt Lio loved him back. Lio just needed time. And there were days and months where Galo felt it was entirely one sided. That no one could love a fool like him.

But Lio would always end up doing something, as if reading Galo's mind, that showed he cared for Galo and that Galo's negative thoughts were just that, negative thoughts.

OKAY I feel like i could write forever and I def went all over the place. Im def missing some big points and thoughts. I hope this is at least readable. I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed.

I hope it wasn't too long or too weird or too much. idk where i was going with it and well i started writing with out a goal in mind. Just getting thoughts out really. Enjoy??And please talk to me about your thoughts. Anon or not anon. But thank you again for being even vaguely interested!! I know its not like.. fun or prob a popular idea for the most part.

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neighbourskid · 4 years

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What’s Your Story?

(original date: 30 July 2016)

At ComicCon, two weeks ago, I got this free shirt that says "What's your story?". And now that I've been wearing it, every time I've looked in a mirror or just seen a reflection of myself, I have been wondering, what exactly is my story? Why am I the way I am? What made me like this? Where do I come from, and where do I go to? And I have thought a lot about this, to be honest. But I guess, I just gotta start at the beginning, right?

I am pretty bad with childhood memories. I barely know anything. Everything that I do know, I feel like only knowing because people told me or because I've seen pictures of it. Which honestly bums me out. I am also constantly not sure if things I feel like I actually do remember, aren't just things that I made up at some point. But anyways.

I grew up in a small-ish town in Switzerland. We've lived in other small-ish towns and villages before, but I was definitely too young to remember any of that. There are memories of me feeding my older half-brother, but I am quite sure that I only know this because there's a picture of it. Right now, I'd say my earliest memory is my half-brother (who's autistic by the way) helping my brother and me out of beds we couldn't get out on our own. I know that I know this. I was probably around three or four at the time. Anyways.

My parents got divorced when I was four. Although I have lived with my mom until I moved out this July, I never really connected with her as much as other girls do. Those good mother-daughter relationships you see in movies sometimes? We didn't have that. I was always very focused on the men in my family. My dad was my hero, even though I only saw him every second weekend and on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. But he was my hero. Still is.

My brother was my role model from early childhood on. My mom always says, that I was always okay with everything that he chose to do or have. My brother wanted these pants? Me too. My brother wanted chocolate milk? Me too. Those were my most said words. "Me too."

My mom feared that I would be too dependent on his decisions and never be truly me, because I was okay with doing whatever he did. But I don't think that this is what happened. I just loved my brother. My dad wasn't always there because of the divorce, so my next go-to person was my brother, because I didn't see my mom as a role model or go-to person. We didn't connect like that.

My brother and me, we're 18 months apart. That's a wonderful age gap. It's not too close, but it's also not too far away to get along splendidly.

Of course, one of the reasons why I was always okay with doing/having what my brother did, was because I thought we were the same. As a child, I didn't really get the concept of gender or that there is a real difference between boys and girls. I just knew that some people had other parts than others, but I was like, yeah and? What does it matter?

I just knew that I always liked hanging out with boys more than I did with girls. I had this friend in kindergarten who I always stole Legos with. Then in first grade, I was seated next to a girl with the same last name as me, and we got along and I got to play at her house a lot, but in second grade I was back to being with boys. And I was friends with the same boy until probably fourth grade, then expanded my friend group - to even more boys. And they accepted me. I got to hang out with them, got to play video games with them, played with pokemon cards, played football. It wasn't until probably sixth grade that I actually got girl friends. And even then, my main friend group were still the boys. And I was kinda the "cool girl" because I got to hang out with them.

It was nothing I was striving for, but it happened nonetheless.

I remember that one of my best friends had a crush on me, and I didn't get it. I was oblivious to that. Until I cut my hair in sixth grade, and thus looked more boyish than ever before, and he lost his interest. In retrospect, I should've seen it. But it doesn't really matter anyway.

Then seventh grade came around - new teachers, new class - and I only had four of my old classmates left: two girls who I didn't spend that much time with, the guy who had had a crush on me and another guy who I had often played video games with, but more due to other people than actually him. So in short, four people I wasn't really that good friends with. So I had to find new ones.

As many of you might now, I am an insanely introverted person. Well, at least to new people. People who have known me for a long time often can't believe that I am actually very shy and introverted. But that is that.

I made friends rather quickly, though. Well, at least I think so. I got along well with pretty much everyone, but I mostly spent my time with one or two of the girls. But in the end, I didn't really bond with them that much, because I haven't talked to anyone of them in years. It didn't matter anyway, because I had to repeat 8th grade, and had new classmates anyway. And that is where I made friends, who I still see to this day and am still friends with. I'm even living with one of them! Which is great to be honest.

In the two years I was with those people, I changed a lot. I was always the tomboy, the girl dude. The bro that just so happened to be a girl, but nobody cared. But with those people, I think I finally wasn't the bro friend anymore. I was still the stereotype "cool girl" especially because I wasn't girly (I'm still not) and I didn't give two shits what people thought (still don't). But I got more girlier than before. I dressed less manly, could finally get to like tank tops, skinny jeans, and shorts that didn't cover my knees. Even jewelry! Well rings, mostly.

But I was still me; boyish, reckless, climbing-on-trees-and-falling-down self-destroy-ish.

My dad always wanted a son and a daughter. And that is what he got. I am not the typical daughter, the typical girl. But I have a lot in common with my dad, so I think he got the daughter he wanted, or he came around to accept that I would never be the girly girl. He loves me and I know that.

I know my mom loves me. And that she accepts me for who I am. But I think she always had more issues with me being the way I am, than my dad had. With me being so very boyish. We always fought when buying clothes. Oh, the memories. It was a war.

After ninth grade I went to grammar school. I only knew my friend Angie, but soon enough I got along with pretty much everyone in that class. I think I was still the "cool girl" which got me friends easily. I got along with the girls, I got along with the boys. I think I was good friends with everyone, with some exceptions obviously. I had friends in other classes as well. I wasn't typically popular, mind you, but I am friendly. People get along with me. People tell me I'm funny, trustworthy, loyal, a good friend.

I made a habit of getting along with teachers, too. Mostly teachers I didn't have class with, but still. The class teacher of the one's we had PE with, was one of those teachers. After the first half year, I decided that he was going to be my victim, and so after the skiing camp he became exactly that. I mocked him constantly. After a fantastic incident - I shouted across the school yard that I thought his pink shirt was extremely manly - he asked one of his students who was my friend, if I meant harm or if I was always like that. She told him that this was just who I was, and from that moment on he returned my "bullying". We had a great time. I tried to sell him shoes, he was my go-to person for pain killers, he mocked my headaches, he told me with the biggest smile to "shut the fuck up". We had a great time. I always have one or two teachers like that at every school I go to. My English and German teacher was the other victim. He was a great teacher, and I think he appreciated me as a student. I met him yesterday and he was very pleased to hear that I was going to study English. We had bitch fights in the middle of class. While everyone looked at me like I had death wishes, we had the greatest fun mocking each other. It was great.

I am no teachers pet. I just feel like you need at least one teacher you actually like and have a good relationship with, or else you won't make it through school without constant mental breakdowns.

Anyways. I am rabbit trailing (I would like to personally thank Zachary Levi for adding this word to my vocabulary).

As some of you might know, I am a Christian. Not the "it says on my papers that I am a Christian, so I am one" but actually an active Christian. I go to church. I pray. I believe. I wouldn't call myself religious. I am a person of faith. There's a difference.

Anyways. When I was in second grade, my mom got a job where she had to work shifts. So we got someone where we could go eat, and spend our free afternoons at. They are great people and I'm still friends with them. Their two children are basically my little siblings and I consider their daughter one of my best friends.

These people, this couple, were Christians, and they went to church in our town. I don't know exactly when my mom converted, but I know that we started going to that church, and I made friends for life. When I was twelve or thirteen, there was a baptism service coming up and I told my mom that I wanted that, too.

Usually, it is waaaaay to early to get baptised at twelve or thirteen. Mostly, teens are "allowed" to do so when they're sixteen or eighteen or whatever. But I felt like this was the right thing to do, so I did. And they let me.

Over the course of my life as a person of faith, I have always searched for role models. Someone I could look up to in that aspect of my life. I found a few. The dad of the two girls I live with at the moment was one of them. He was the pastor of our church, is a missionary in Central Africa now. Then there were various people from our church who I looked up to because they just have so much faith and trust. And in 2012 someone new made his way into my line of sight and is now not only a role model as a person of faith, but for life in general. In 2012, through the movie Avengers and through Tom Hiddleston, I discovered Zachary Levi. Who is not only a brother in Christ, but an all around good person in general and just the sweetest guy I have ever had the good fortune of meeting.

Through various interviews and NerdHQ panels, Zac has over and over again inspired me in so many ways. He inspires me to be more kind, to be more gentle, to be more passionate. He inspires me to trust God, to bring important decisions before God. He inspires me so much. Every time NerdHQ comes around again, or every time I just watch panels throughout the year, I get giddy and I'm full of energy to live my dreams, go out and change the world, be the best version of myself.

This year I have had the wonderful opportunity to finally attend NerdHQ and meet Zac for the first time. And he did not disappoint. He was everything I wished him to be. Even better. He gave me something so precious that I feel like this will fuel me for a very long time. With a simple sentence he changed my life more than he already has before. And I am eternally grateful for that.

"What's your story?" Well, my story is still in the first chapters. There's a lot more to come. I've been through things that I wish I hadn't. I lost people very dear to me. I'm still trying to find out some things about me. But there's one thing I know. God will help me write my story. He will be there every step of the way. God will put people in my life that help me figure out who I am, what to do, and where to go. He put Zac and NerdHQ in my life for a reason. And there's no way I am letting that go. Ever.

I told my mom yesterday that I plan to never miss NerdHQ ever again, if I can anyhow avoid it. She said, "that's big talk." But I'm not kidding. I will do everything in my power to never miss the awesomeness that is NerdHQ ever again. Those are four days of granted happiness. Why should I ever wanna miss that again? There are likeminded, amazing people who I wouldn't be able to see anywhere else. They don't live in Switzerland. They live all over America.

My story is about a girl who loves stories. And storytellers. I would love to be one, too. I get inspired every other day by stories I read or hear or see, and I would like to give back. Tell stories to inspire future generations, the way people like Zac have inspired me.

My story is about finding purpose in inspiring others. My story is about being passionate, "loving too much", knowing a shit ton of "fun facts" about movies and books and people I've never met in my life. My story is about me. Your average neighbourhood nerd. The kid next door. The introverted kid who doesn't seem introverted at all, once you get to know them.

So, that is me. What's your story?

#blog post #import from old blog #personal #comic con #sdcc #story time

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Is that VIRGINIA GARDNER on campus? Oh no, that’s MATILDA LIDDELL. From DETROIT, MICHIGAN, the 20 year old has come to study CRIMINOLOGY. Rumor has it she is EMPATHETIC and LOYAL, but BROKEN and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, which is why she is known as THE EMPATH. She resides in BROADVIEW and can’t wait to graduate.

{{ tw: murder/serial killer, attempted suicide, suicide - this gets real dark real fast FYI}}

Matilda Rose Liddell was born 28th February to Arthur Liddell and Daisy Liddell. Her dad is a crime author with a pretty popular series of novels under his belt when she was born and continuing to now. Her mum was a oncologist and one of the best in Michigan so it was fair to say that their family was well respected in the community. Her brother, Peter, was the person closest to Matilda as a kid. He was only a couple of years older than her but he’d do anything for her. It was a strong family unit. Even as a child, Matilda was quick to show her empathetic power. She could sympathise with anyone - even a crushed flower. People just believed she was just a sensitive kid until her level of empathy caught more attention to the point that her parents took her to therapy to try and work out why she was like this. This was when the therapist explained how she was a true empath. She could feel energy from others and she would absorb everyone else’s problems and try to help anyone. It was both her most powerful and most destructive trait. School wasn’t too difficult for Matilda in terms of actual work. She was smart. The only thing that would distract her was watching bullying happening to people around her. She would get drained by negative people that would made her exhausted very quickly but she did her best to try and help everyone around her.

Going in to her teen years - from about the age of 16 - her brother seemed to change. He became very possessive of Matilda. He’d get aggressive if anyone was mean to her and if anyone liked her or showed any real interest in her, he’d wait until she wasn’t around and give them threats and warnings. It was around this time that she began getting bad feelings from her brother which would lead to stomach aches but she really wished her intuition was wrong for once. She really wanted to believe that these bad feelings were nothing to worry about. It was around this time that blonde haired and blue eyed girls began turning up strangled. They would be strangled by hand and a purple hyacinth would be stuffed in to their mouth. Matilda was following the news about the girls and quickly noticed the pattern that they looked similar to her which put her on alert that she was a potential victim. Her parents put a curfew on her to try and keep her safe. Her best friend, Jessica, also fit this description. In fact, many people believed the two girls were actually twins because of their similarity in looks and how close they actually were. Sadly, Jessica would be the last real victim of the hyacinth killer making her the sixth to be murdered. Matilda was grieving for her best friend which sent every vibe she got extra sensitive. It was a few days later when her brother came in to her room to check on her and make sure she was okay. He didn’t really say much but the second he left the room, she felt a gut wrenching feeling her stomach that something bad was about to happen and her stomach pains always seemed to link back to her brother. She walked out of her room to find him when she heard the gunshot. Matilda ran to her brother’s bedroom to find he had shot himself in the head. There was a suicide note in his hand which she didn’t bother to read instantly and shoved it in to her pocket. He, very luckily, still had a pulse and she quickly called an ambulance and told them what had happened. They arrived quick enough and surprisingly he made it through the surgery. The bullet had lodged in his brain but not enough to actually kill him by some miracle. However, it did cause brain damage which has since made him a total mute. He is unable to speak and struggles a lot with thinking and communicating. A shell of himself. It was pretty quick after he landed in the hospital that the police turned up after finding evidence that he was a hyacinth killer. He was charged for six counts of murder after conclusive evidence was retrieved but he was sentenced to a mental institute so he could receive the care he needed. His brain damage was considered punishment enough.

This was heart breaking for the family who always asked why but Matilda had the answer. She’d known all along that something wasn’t right but she’d ignored it. She had ignored it for a year before all of this. Many posed that it started with his girlfriend (the first victim) who was blonde with blue eyes and then began killing people who looked like her but his suicide note which only Matilda had was the truth. The truth was that he had strong urges to kill Matilda. He’d come in to her room while she was asleep and watch her. He’d fantasise about killing her but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he’d go out in to the town, find a girl that resembled Matilda, get her in the car, strangle her and then dump her body with the purple hyacinth (which is the flower of regret) in to the mouth. He thought that if he killed Matilda, he would lose his purpose. He also fantasised about how special he would make her murder. Taking his time and every wrong thing he would do to her. It was all written in this one suicide note, confessional to his crimes. She never handed it in or showed it to anyone. She couldn’t show her parents it would only crush them more so like she always did: she absorbed the pain and suffering to herself. Many people had shunned the family which Matilda understood. Her mum took it the hardest because she couldn’t understand why and after a few months, her mum used the same gun Peter had used in his attempted suicide to kill herself and this time, it succeeded. Her dad hid in his office just writing and writing. He didn’t speak but there was always a painful vibe whenever Matilda walked past the door. It was crushing her to know she couldn’t help. Her dad would release book after book to his series and basically writing what he thought he knew in to his books. Matilda took two years as a gap year between high school and applying for colleges to try and care for her dad but she couldn’t put her life on hold forever either. She convinced her dad to see a therapist and bring in a carer to try and help him which he agreed to after many nights talking about it and she began applying for colleges. She wanted to get far away from Michigan where no one would even know who she was.

Matilda got accepted in to Monarch to studying criminology. With her ability to put herself in the shoe’s of others, she wanted to help law enforcement. She wants to be a criminal profiler and help to determine who the kind of person someone is and why they do what they do just by looking at a crime scene. With her past experience of her brother, she feels she is even better at understanding a darker mind now. This is her first year at Monarch which is reaching her first summer away from Michigan. It has been a breath of fresh air to be a new person out here and not have such a dark cloud following her name. There is still trauma to deal with and since she went to a therapist for most of her life, she got a referral for one in California that was a close friend of her own therapist back home. Every so often, she will receive a letter from the mental institute on behalf of her brother asking her to come and visit him but she can’t bring herself to go and see him. It isn’t about knowing what she knows but she is petrified of feeling what he feels. She can’t bring herself to face the pain he is in.

#ALSO hit me up for connections and plots #monarchintro #b

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shy-petty-weirdo · 5 years

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Can I go on a Rant about Netflix's Tall Girl? *LONG POST*

*Note* The charator's names are not the same as in the movie, as the movie is unclear about what their names are, I even had subtitles on, and honestly can not tell you their names, non-the-less how to spell them

*Note 2* I am bad at spell, don't have my glasses and it's late, so bare with the middle-school spelling(also the color and the spacing are to not only help me keep track of what I'm writing, but anyone who has a hard time reading long things)

*Note 3* SPOILERS duh

Okay, so I am in no way 'tall' I'm barley the hight to be an astronaut, so I don't have much say in 'how it's so hard to be a tall girl'

Non the less I thought this would be a fun movie to watch with my best friend, who is a year younger than me, but taller, (The only friends I have that aren't taller than me, are the children I watch)

We are both in highschool, and have watch Netflix's orignal teen romcoms before, and loved the ones we watch, little cheesy, but still a good watch for weekly movie night.

I knew from the description of the movie before it came out, it was going to be an overload of cheesy-ness, but it seemed like a good laugh, like the kid of movies one watches for the pure stupid 'hello fellow kids' stuff.

The opening scene itself was something we thought was funny, from the color coded library (I use to volunteer at a library, so I def noticed it) to the fact that the girl who is suppose to be torrmentted for being tall, isn't reconized by not one, but TWO boys who go to HER school until she stands up.

We thought this was just cheesy fun, and her older brother even sat down to watch some of the begining, just to see if they asked her, what the weather was like up there, which they did, atleast five time, and was almost the only thing the 'bullies' actually bullied her about

I want to be clear I am extremly ANTI-bully, and so is my friends, her brother got bullied when he was young, and would get beat up, and even among their younger sibblings, bullying is NOT allowed.

So, there is some stuff behind when I say, Tall Girl wasn't really bullied, but more so teased. Now I know how small comments can over take someone's life, but the way that Tall Girl put it, she was more of a bully to her self than anyone else.

The 'iconic' scene of Tall Girl walking down the hall had us all stop, while my friend's brother pointed out she was literally friends with some one who is a minority (and later shown to be pressured at home to follow a strict life path and not one they want to) And my friend explained how, if Tall Girl wanted to make her life seem worse via shoe size, that she should have gone with a different brand, since Nike makes their shoes bigger, (Now that I think of it, this is def product placement)

Through out the movie Tall girl drags her friends through the mud, and yet plays the victem card the entire time, even though there are bigger issues that could be addressed, such as, the competing her sister does, and the pressure that is placed on her to be more, The social differenaces for the Transfer Student, the Beauty standards placed on girls, ANYTHING ELSE.

The way Tall Girl acts is nothing like any teen I have ever seen, it felt like a terrible 80s teen movie that died before production. I understand that they were trying to 'break' the teen romcom 'code' by making the mean girl not a dumb blonde, and have Tall Girl not get back with Transfer Student at the end, but they ended up with the exact opposite.

Most teens are not looking for a S.O.

Being tall is not a major hinder on a highschooler's life (espically being 6ft 1.5 inches)

Physical things that can not be changed are not something that most people even notice, non the less complain about on OTHER PEOPLE

Teens are more concerned about the STATE OF THE WORLD than any of the 2d personallity traits given to the main character

The most realistic/likeable character(s) were

1. Girl with glasses

2. Boy in the background of the scene in the science class balancing a pencil on his face

3.Tall Girl's father, who does everything he could think of to make his daughter happy and "normal"

4. Tall Girl's O.T. who was actually cultured in the world, really liked the Transfer Student, didn't know about him cheating, tried to be a good wing-girl to her best friend, even after he said that Tall Girl was hotter

5.Dudly(?) Crate-Boy who despite being possesive over Tall Girl in the movie scene, tells Transfer Student to do the right thing, which not just is so Tall Girl won't get the guy, but so Transfer Student doen't lead on the Multi-lingual Girl, which is solid advise anyway

6. Maya Hart, aka Tall Girl's sister. Through-out the movie we see Maya continusly working hard to acheive her personal goals, and simply try to be a good big sister. Though her advice to Tall Girl to fight for Transfer Student isn't the kind a rational person would give to someone, who just kissed a person in a relationship, we can really see how hard Maya is working towards her goals, and how much she wants to help her sister, as seen in the I Liked It When You Needed Me scene

7. Even though Pink hair girl doen't get a personallity in the script besides being into fashion and being an awesome amazing friend, She deserves better by Tall Girl, and her out burst at Tall Girl throwing her-self a pitty party, even though Tall Girl has all the tools to succesed in life, all the support, and everything she needs, except for a romance that, even Tall Girl's sister said was doomed from the begining

The begining of the film, gave off B-rated fun, but slowly moved down hill, as if this was the rock that us teens are forced to push up hill in this afterlife.

Tall Girl, herself slowly but steadly became more and more toxic, not only to herself, as she was in the start, but to her friends, family and classmates too.

At the start, her toxicity was contained in self pitty, which would have been a wonderful plot for the movie, being a tall inscure highschool girl, who finds her place in life, with her friends ad family, learning to love herself. Unfortunitly that's not what happened.

Tall Girl puts all of her energy and worth into finding a boyfriend, and I can't stress this enough, WHILE IN HIGHSCHOOL! I know everyone has heard it before, but the highschool years, though they seem all important, aren't that important, Humans are living into their 100s now, 4 akward years, where people just like you are trying to surive aren't going to make as big of a dent in your life as they use to make. Her friends, would probably be the only thing that she would take past the highschool years, if she wasn't so toxic

Tall Girl reminded me very much so of early 2010-2013, which may not seem like a long time ago, but it is almost 2020. Many of the traits Tall Girl showed are traits that many people stopped exibiting in 2016.

The only emotional smart charactors are Glasses and Dad,

While it IS a teen romcom, and so one would expect many 'crazy' ideas and things, This doesn't mean modern teens can't tell what toxic behavior is. I know the closer one is to the person, the hard the traits are to reconize, but just being aware of other people, and a general nice person one can see where the toxic traits are, even, if not more so in ones-self

The only time this movie seemed aware of the differance between the real world and the movie was the mother stating that her hardships in highschool was turning down all the boys that asked her to prom, and then Tall Girl rolls her eyes, and there is a very obvisous nod to the fact that being to popular is not really that much of a hardship to face

Many people often look on the 'Crate-Boy uses the crate to kiss Tall Girl' scene as romantic, and I will not tell them they are wrong for believing so, as everyone has their own perspective. I for one though saw it as Tall Girl still getting undeserved attention, and what she wanted.

The Prom scene is a prime example of this. Tall Girl doesn't like that Multi-Lingul Girl and Transfer Student are prom king & queen, and so, instead of letting them have their 15 sec of fame, she goes on stage, unanounced, Which I believe is not allowed at most proms, and make a speech, (usally these speaches show how the main charactor has changed for the better, and will not be forced to be what they are not)

This speach how ever, comes across as an ego boost, espically if one keeps in mind the very first scene where the two boy in her school didn't even know who she was. She goes on stage an makes a speach about how she is impowered by being tall and no one will make her feel bad about it.

This on paper sounds like it would be a real turning point, except THE MAIN CHARACTOR DOESN'T LEARN

Tall Girl faces no conciqueses for pushing her best friend (pink hair) to the side and using her as an emotional punching bag, she 'gets the guy' that she treated the EXACT SAME WAY SHE DIDN'T want to be treated, and nor is her self-pitty problem solved

All in all, this movie was insufferable, unrealistic, made my friend and I root for the 'villians' and side charators, and somehow make a film where it would be better off with the main charator being a side charator

I would really love to meet the writers and see the teens they are around, to see how they possible could have though such a toxic thing was okay to show to teens, espically the way they try to frame it as 'Goals'

***This is in no way against the actors/actresses that played in the film, nor those who helped backstage, (ex makeup, sets, etc) this is more aimed towards the writers of the script, and whoever thought that this was something good for teens.

#tall girl #netflix #teenager #teen #romcom #romance #movies #movienight #movie night #teen drama #review #long reads #long post #adhd friendly #rant #sorry for the rant #rants n rambles

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luki-fanfic · 6 years

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KHR/BNHA Fanfic: The Restaurant with Sushi That’s Out of This World

This idea WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD! Too many people getting into BNHA and dragging me along for the ride! I watched the first season when it first came out and then keep diving into fic’s so naturally, I decide to tell this fic with the BNHA characters in focus rather than the KHR ones! (brain starts imploding on the lack of logic).

If I get round to doing more, it’ll be a snippet-style fic rather than a full on story, if just to keep me sane.

Present Mic first spots the restaurant when it’s his turn to patrol the local neighbourhood around UA. With so many heroes on staff and the constant threat of attacks, it’s safer to have everyone on a random schedule to deter any would-be villains from causing trouble, or allowing anyone to learn the rota. It’s a security measure that results in the surrounding area having some of the lowest crime statistics in Musutafu, but also means real estate is at a premium. Businesses will fight to the metaphysical death to get their store in these streets.

So while it’s not unusual to see a new store open, the lack of familiarity with the name does draw the hero’s attention. Self-owned businesses are rare – the sheer amount of capital deters most of them from starting here, choosing lesser known neighbourhoods to build up a client base before making the leap. Since he’s never heard the name ‘Takesushi,’ or even heard down the grapevine of the venture, it must be completely new.

That’s enough to pique his interest, and when the school day is over, he decides sushi would be a good dinner option.

It’s clearly only been open a few days judging from the number of people carrying grand opening vouchers. Eventually, once the novelty dies down the restaurant will be judged for it’s food, but Hizashi highly doubts the owner would dare risk opening here if he didn’t think he could compete. At the door he’s greeted by a pretty girl with golden blonde hair, who asks if he’s looking for a table or take-out. She doesn’t bat an eye at his appearance, and happily directs him over to the take-out. line.

Thankfully, the queue isn’t as long as it could be – it might not be all that ‘heroic’ of him, but people do have a tendency to let heroes cut in line, and Present Mic is more than popular enough to find himself at the front of the line in a matter of minutes.

There’s a young teenage girl minding the till, a frail looking thing, with dark purple hair and an eyepatch decorated with a skull motif. Her mouth drops just a tad as her eye glances up, taking in Mic’s leather and hair, and he waits for the inevitable spluttering that comes from coming face to face with a hero.

“Um, good evening” She offers. “Welcome to Takesushi, may I take your order?”

He almost double takes, but grins in delight. For such a young girl, she’s quite the professional.

Unsure of what would be best, he orders one of the specials advertised, and hangs back after paying. The order heads to the back, where he can only see one man working with a knife, although there’s a pair of teens – a brunet and a black haired boy who’s clearly related to the chef - working on packing up boxes or putting together platters. Anything not immediately heading out to the bar is being carried out by a rather punked out silver haired teen and an older boy with white hair.

It’s a lot of teenagers – the chef is the only member of staff that can be older than 18, but they work like a well oiled team.

“That was very impressive of you” he hears, and his attention is drawn back to the girl at the desk, now greeting the next customer in line. “My daughter works at a 7/11, and every time a hero walks in she turns into an excited mess. She’d never have gotten two words out in front of Present Mic.”

Some of the others in the line chuckle, and Hizashi’s lip twitches into a grin, trying to pretend he can’t hear the conversation.

However, instead of insisting she was just doing her job – or even admitting that she’s not a Present Mic fan, the girl just blinks and says.

“Who’s Present Mic?”

There’s a hideous screech that lasts all of two seconds before Present Mic realises it’s coming from him and shuts up, while the entire line goes silent. Even the busser’s, and the chef looks up from the fish.

The woman looks embarrassed, and the girl is starting to shrink into herself, so clearly it’s up to Mic to defuse the situation. As iconic as he is, Present Mic’s dropped in the rankings since taking on the role at UA, and he’s hardly as prevalent as the big hitters, so this is hardly the first time he’s gone unrecognised. Admittedly it doesn’t normally happen this close to UA, where he’s seen on a near daily basis, but it does happen.

“Hah hah, that would be me young lady” he says, walking back up to the counter. “Guess I need to be doing more rounds, not often I meet someone who doesn’t know me.”

He snaps a pair of finger guns in her direction and grins.

“Present Mic, the Voice Hero and star of ‘Put Your Hands Up’ on Hero FM” he announces.

The girl hunches down, face starting to redden.

“I don’t listen to radio.”

Mic laughs. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a bit much for some people, nothing wrong that. Which heroes do you like?”

It’s an easy enough question, and one that even the most embarrassed person can usually answer after a hero faux paus. If all else fails you can just blurt out ‘All Might’ and move on.

Yet, what should have been an easy out for the girl seems to cause more problems. Her face pales and her eye flickers to the side. She looks like the kids in Mic’s class when he springs a test on them without warning.

“Chrome, are you okay?”

They both look up to see the chef heading towards them, eyes narrowed. Behind him, both teens are watching, the brunet looking as nervous as the girl.

Mic holds up his hands in a placating gesture.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he says, and genuinely means it. “I’m just surprised there’s anyone in Musutafu that hasn’t at least heard of me.”

“We’re new around here” Tsuyoshi offers, and all but thrusts a bag into Present Mic’s hands. “Enjoy your meal.”

It’s a strange feeling, for a hero to feel so unwanted, but not a single one of the teens looks friendly – the silver haired one is outwardly glowering – so Present Mic grabs the bag, waves to the line, and heads out the door.

As if she hadn’t spotted the last five minutes of awkwardness with her co-workers, the girl at the front door bows and says with an impressive amount of cheer -

“Please come again!”

Yeah...Mic doesn’t think so.

Normally, Present Mic would let it go. Maybe the girl genuinely didn’t like heroes, or had a bad experience – it happens. Maybe she had a quirk that had resulted in bullying and chosen to reject anything about heroes to protect herself. It didn’t really matter - if a civilian has issues with heroes, so long as they’re not breaking the law, they have a right to be left alone. Normally, he’d just take note of Takesushi’s apparent ignorance and dislike and make a point not to eat there again.

However...the sushi was really good. As in, melts-on-the-tip-of-your-tongue good. So good he was having cravings less than 3 days later. The chef was either exceptionally trained, or someone on his staff at a flavour enhancing quirk that they were using illegally – either way, he wasn’t quite ready to give it up.

Thankfully, the nature of heroes meant he didn’t have to, and the next time he enters – it’s as the casually dressed English teacher, Yamada Hizashi. It’s early in the afternoon, but there’s still a handful of customers despite the early hour – every time he passes in the evening the place is booming, the food good enough to maintain the customers even after the newness wears off.

There’s no young greeter this time, just the chef, who nods and greets him as Hizashi sits at the bar.

“Welcome to Takesushi” the chef greets. “I’m Yamamoto Tsuyoshi. What can I interest you with first?”

Hizashi grins, tapping at a menu at some of the morsels he’s been pining for all week.

“Let’s start with eel and tuna, then...ah, surprise me. What do you recommend?”

Yamamoto grins back, and starts preparing the order. His hands move with impressive grace, and Hizashi can’t help but be drawn in – and eagerly digs in once his order starts arriving.

“So what brings you to Musutafu?” he asks between plates – and oh, the sushi’s just as good in the restaurant. “Moving out of the big city? Moving closer to the big city?”

The man smiles back. “I guess it was...intuition? We needed a fresh start, and something about this town drew us in. When this building became available, seemed like a perfect fit, and here we are.”

He breaks off for a moment, taking the plates he’d just finished preparing to a handful of other customers in the corner, and Hizashi focuses on his meal.

“That is not physically possible!”

The sushi drops from his chopsticks as Hizashi snaps his head back at the outraged tone.

Turns out the teenagers aren’t as absent as he thought – they’re all crammed into a booth in the corner, along with a much younger boy with sandy blond hair. They’re all staring at a tablet on the table, and the silver haired punk boy is half standing, looking frustrated at what he sees. Most of the table seems amused by his outburst, but the girl Mic had unwittingly embarrassed is frowning at him.

“...Um, are any of us physically possible?”

The boy waves frantically at the screen. “He has wings! An additional set of limbs! Growing from his shoulders! Do you understand the anatomical impossibility of that!”

“So did Byakuran,” says the black haired boy, and the punk’s throws his hands into the air.

“Byakuran’s were a manifestation of metaphysical energy! They weren’t real, physical limbs!”

The fluffy brunet ducks his head down.

“They felt real...”

This immediately results in the silver haired boy dropping to his seat and trying to desperately console the boy next to him, only to start ranting again at the next clip – yelling about the heat limitations of the human body before spontaneous combustion becomes a possibility. Hizashi can’t help the chuckle before he turns back to his meal, only to see Yamamoto watching him indulgently.

“Sometimes I think I should sell tickets” he says. “They’re incapable of not attracting attention.”

“Are they watching hero clips?” he asks, because that seems a large change up from the last time he walked in here.

Yamamoto shrugs. “They got a little blind-sided last week, heroes aren’t that prevalent where we’re from, so they’re trying to catch up on the local talent.

“Hiee!”

“Oh come on! How did he not break every bone in his arm!”

“That’s so extreme!”

“Wow, he was like a grown up Sasagawa.”

“Turf top uses...you know! This guy doesn’t. It doesn’t make any sense!”

The man’s lip quirks. “With varying degrees of success. Flashy...quirks aren’t something they’re used to seeing in broad daylight.”

Hizashi however, frowns before glancing back at the table, and then back at Yamamoto. His eyes search behind the man, and starts looking at the photos on the shelf. Yamamoto and his son feature prominently, but he’s starting to realise all the kids are featuring quite consistently. A tad too much to just be friends or employees considering how new the restaurant is.

“Wait...are they all yours?” he asks, because there’s no resemblance whatsoever – the youngest doesn’t even look Asian. Sure, with quirks that’s not as odd as it used to be, but the ages-

Yamamoto follows his eyes to the photo’s and grins.

“Foster kids” he admits. “Takeshi’s mine, but the rest...more or less adopted us.”

He picks up one closer to the side, clearly the newest of the lot as the restaurant is in the back. It’s Yamamoto with all off the teens grinning as the youngest boy holds up a hand written sign saying ‘Now Open.’

The man shakes his head.

“Tsuna was in a bad place” he says, finger tapping at the small, brown haired teen in the centre. “Not through any fault of his own but...he couldn’t stay there. So when a friend of his found a way to save him, free from everything that was slowly killing him, he took it. But most of his friends weren’t much better off. When they realised, they refused to let him go alone. They’d been through too much to let him leave them behind.”

Tsuyoshi’s smile dims, eyes glancing away. “It was tearing Takeshi apart. As far as he was concerned, Tsuna and the others were family, but so was I. There was no choice he could make that wasn’t going to make him miserable. So I made sure he didn’t have to.”

The photo gets put back, and he hands over another plate.

“I packed up my shop, filled in a thousand ridiculous custody forms and here we are. New life, new world, new beginning. For all of us.”

“You seriously took in what, seven kids just to keep your kid happy?” Hizashi squawks, jaw hanging a tad lower than he would like to admit.

“Well, they needed some kind of adult figure in their lives” Tsuyoshi chuckled. “And Takeshi needed them. You don’t know what he was like before Tsuna – I wasn’t letting him go back to that, and I wasn’t going to let him run away from me. Besides, in a town like this, they’re practically angels, haven’t had a single problem with them.”

He pauses, and then huffs quietly to himself.

“Well, no problem that could conclusively be linked to them anyway.”

Hizashi just shakes his head in wonder. “You’re quite the hero” he offers, though he’s a little surprised Yamamoto dumped all of this one him – perhaps with so many teens running around, the man hasn’t had much adult company. He’s probably been desperate to talk, and Hizashi’s interested enough to let him continue. There’s more the story – exactly when and how his son became involved with what appears to be half an orphanage, or some kind of multiple abuse case is probably just as gripping, but Yamamoto seems to bring himself to reality, shaking his head and offering up a final plate.

“Sorry, don’t often get to talk these days. What about you? You work in the area?”

Hizashi smiles.

“I’m...an English teacher at one of the local high schools” he offers. “Long hours but I enjoy it.”

“Wouldn’t be Seirin would it?” Yamamoto asks, mentioning one of the nearer non-hero schools in the area, known more for their sports programs than it’s academic prowess.

“Afraid not” Hizashi offers. “Is that where they’re enrolled?”

He partially gestures with his chopsticks to the group in the corner, and Yamamoto nods.

“Takeshi really wants to play baseball professionally, so he looked for somewhere with a good team, and the enrolment was within everyone’s ability so they stuck together, even if it’s not the greatest fit for some of them. Keep getting calls asking why on earth I haven’t encouraged Hayato to go to a better school, or even just test out for university – god knows the brat could get in without trying if he wanted. But you’ll only pry him from Tsuna’s side when he’s dead.”

Behind his glasses, Hizashi raises his eyebrows. “That sounds a little...”

“Hyper dependent?” Yamamoto offers. “Probably. But he’s much better than he used to be, and that’s saying something. To be honest, they’re all a little like that. Tsuna draws people in, even when he doesn’t mean to. You’d think so many personalities would rip a group like that apart but, Tsuna’s particularly...gifted, at keeping harmony.”

Hizashi chances another look at the group – and now that it’s been brought up, he can see the connections. The silver haired boy and Yamamoto’s son are flanking the brunet, both leaning into the boy slightly more than most Japanese would consider appropriate, and while the group is mostly watching the screen, whenever someone speaks up, they look at Tsuna first, as if waiting for approval to continue. The fluffy teen is controlling the entire conversation, although from the way the teen is acting, he’s either very aware of this, or completely oblivious.

“He’s oblivious” Yamamoto replies, and Hizashi chokes when he realises he said the last part out loud. “Tsuna spent most of his life being told he was no good at anything. It’s a difficult mind set to get out of, once you start believing it.”

Hizashi nods in understanding. He’s heard Aizawa rant enough times about the Entrance Exam to know the world isn’t kind to those that don’t fit into a certain category.

“So many students come through our doors with problems that go unnoticed until high school” Hizashi replies. “Sometimes I wonder if we’ll get through to them before they graduate.”

Quirks, financial status, intelligence, ethnicity, society breeds a need to excel, and unfortunately, that means someone needs to fail along the lines. At least ‘Tsuna’ is finally getting the help he needs, between Yamamoto’s new custody and his hoard of very close friends, Hizashi is sure the teen can learn to excel, rather than becoming a victim, or worse, a villain.

Part of him is itching to pry more, but even Yamamoto is starting to realise how much he’s dumped on a complete stranger, because he’s shaking his head and stepping back, choosing to clear up some of his bench.

“Clearly I’m spending too much time around teenagers” the chef jokes. “I’ve taking up gossiping.”

Hizashi laughs softly. “I promise, I’m not complaining. Not the first time I’ve been used as a sounding board, and won’t be the last. Your story is safe with me.”

Yamamoto’s lips twitch.

“It’s not exactly something secret, it’s not all that impressive when you strip it down” he says, brushing it off. “But thanks for listening anyway.”

“For sushi like this” Hizashi says, gesturing at his plate. “I’ll happily take some conversation with the deal.”

Yamamoto grins, and hands him the bill.

“Then I look forward to seeing you again.”

#Fanfiction #Fanfic #KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #boku no hero academia #BNHA #Crossover #Out of this World #Present Mic #Yamamoto Tsuyoshi

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not-quite-australian · 5 years

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The Story So Far

When I was a boy I’d run around the house with swords. The backyard was a narrow path to journey. My incomplete tree house with no roof was a beacon to my future. My front yard was a vast field to hold my final battle. My swords would spin, twirl, and clash with the great villain in front of me. Their silver armor draped in white cloth flowing in the soft breeze. My imaginary self in form fitted black.

I can remember that I would try and try again to defeat the villain. It always took me so many tries. So many times being beaten down before I would awake some internal magical power. Whether I imagined controlling fire, or using some dark black powerful smoke. In the end five year old me would vanquish my foe, and I’d smile so wide before pretending to die myself. A fitting end to my story. That is what I always thought when I was five.

Walking through my childhood home was nothing special. It had rotted wood floors that let you see the dirt below. We had pipes that led to nowhere. Water would come in, but our sinks would just drip into buckets that my mother would pour out in the street. My parents made decent money. My father painted custom cars, and my mother was a dental nurse. Our floor eventually became nice tile, and pipes were put in. Our home was small, but it was cozy and a home.

For my sixth birthday my family and I went to Mexico. I remember getting my very first sunburn, and riding a horse. I remember almost drowning on the beach for maybe the fourth time. What I remember most though was going home. I watched my father be pulled away and put in chains for smuggling drugs over the border. He wasn’t some drug lord, or a mule for some vast syndicate. My father was just a simple user of substance. In memory I sometimes forget what him being pulled away looked like. I forget the way that my mother panicked in the airport halls. I for some reason can never forget the officer that pulled me aside, asked me if I enjoyed magic, and did a simple quarter trick where he flicked it up and made it light on fire before catching it. He was a man in a black uniform showing some confused kid some magic to distract him, and I simply can’t forget him.

Flashing through the following years they blend together like the chocolate blended into a shake. I can remember my parents being divorced around my sixth birthday. The harsh weeks or just weekends with him sleeping in stolen cars. The time coming home with lice. Grown men falling on top of me alongside the glass from broken bottles in an intoxicated fight. Being parked outside a club as my father did lines, while I slept on a strangers couch. The time I was forgotten in a meth lab using trash as a bed for days. I remember getting scabies from that same trash. Most of all I remember my father being taken by the police over and over again till I lost count. Every time being dropped off at one of my sisters houses, because he never wanted my mother to know. Yet she always did.

Around the age of eight or nine my mother found a new husband. All the times my father tore my childhood down my mother always tried to build it up. Taking me to Disney World, blasting music to dance to in the house. Why wouldn’t this new husband be the same? My mother and I traveled to San Diego in southern California from our home in Portland Oregon on repeated occasions to see him. He was a taller man. Strong good looking face with a muscular build. His name was Eli. He was always nice every visit, and would take us to wonderful places. Eventually my mother and I finally packed up and moved in with him officially. We kept our home in Oregon just for when we’d visit the rest of the family. Once in San Diego he changed. It started with him coming out in a white karate uniform and putting on Bruce Lee films. It started with him taking us to the beach all the time. Smiling in his white t-shirt as he’d tell us he loved us. Then in no time the fairytale dissipated. Eli would grab my mother and beat her in front of me. He’d drag her down the halls to our new house by her hair. He’d beat her more if she couldn’t cover her bruises well enough in public as it made him look bad. I cried one night hard enough that my mother must have heard me and woken up. She crept into my room and told me it would be okay. She told me that it would be fine. I was so broken up inside that I was too small to help. I could only watch every day as he broke her down. Eventually the day came where one of my younger cousins, age three at the time came to visit from back home. Him and I watched SpongeBob while Eli beat my mother in their bedroom. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I picked up my younger cousin Phoenix and carried him on my back, down the trellis from the second floor we were on. I grabbed my pre programmed phone from out of my pocket and called the police. Unable to tell what my address was, and unable to tell them anything of use. All I could do was tell them the situation. When the police arrived they burst down the front door and rushed in to find my mother unconscious with his hands gripped around her neck. We were leaving San Diego. The next few years consisted of me cutting off my father, and living solely with my mother. My mother went back to working two jobs; she was a dental nurse by day and a bartender by night. I got into countless fights at school. Mainly from being bullied for having long braids, but this wasn’t new. Come sixth grade flowing through eighth I cut off my hair to my shoulders, gained your average teen attitude, and watched my mother drink more like my father. I got to hear my mother say that she hates who I am as she’d walk out of the house in her white night out jacket. I never wanted to be home. I would walk around the city at night and see how far my legs would take me. I would pick up whatever girl I could tell thought I was cute. My mothers friends would call me names such as Young Heff. It began to become a part of my identity. Anger, sleaziness, and a black wardrobe. Just like every other teen. Half way through eighth grade my mother had fallen in love with another man and he wanted her to move in with him. He couldn’t move to us because then he’d lose the ability to see his seven year old daughter Jessica. My mother asked my opinion about moving. All I could think of was what had happened last time. My mother was so happy that I couldn’t help but say yes. We packed up our bags and moved down under to Australia. In the city of Sydney I found a new life. More or less. I had no friends, and I had no real family aside from my mother, her new husband, and my new sister Jess. I couldn’t go to school because I wasn’t a citizen yet. I found my only solace in playing video games or read books like I did when I was a small child just to escape reality. The reality of loneliness, the reality that my only friends were on a computer screen on over an Xbox microphone, the reality that my father had achieved a five year prison sentence while I was away. Eventually my mind couldn’t escape and I wrote endless poetry. Words melted to page like a candle to flame. Just like a Greek tragedy though this marriage that I dressed in white for was not meant to last. After four years of being together my mother was being suffocated by his jealousy. Being timed on visits to the store out of his fear of her leaving him. So one morning that’s what we did. We fled back to Oregon. Leaving behind the lack of friends I had made. Starting my social life all over again. Back home my mother started her drinking again, and her temper got worse as I could never perform in academics. Not for a lack of intellect, but a lack of care. Which only made her attitude worse to me. I’d watch her go out at night in her white jackets, and white dresses as I’d stay at home and hide away in my room in a black shirt and jeans. In reality since then nothing has changed, except that I am years older. Yet everything is different. I see myself wearing white jackets, and white shirts. My swords are mounted on the walls. I realize myself finishing bottles in a day. I watch myself grabbing a girl by her throat taking her air. My life hasn’t changed since I was four, five, nine, or fifteen. I’m still just trying to be the man in black, even though I know that means just waiting to die. “ ; ”

#My childhood #life #story #literature #suicide #depressed #depression #cursed #;#family #growing up #Aging

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trashyy-levi · 7 years

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92 Truths

Rules: once you’ve been tagged write 92 Truths about yourself. At the end tag 25 people to tag. I was tagged by @nikkiecola Thank you!!

LAST:

[1]Drink: Orange, Lemon and Pineapple Squash

[2]Phone call: My friends, Krystal, Becca, Olivia, Helen and Lucia

[3]Text message: “Cuz I leave sunday lunchtime”

[4]Song listened to: Still Into You by Paramore

[5]Time you cried: Wednesday - A scene in spiderman: HC made me tear up

[6]Dated someone twice: Never

[7]Been cheated on: December 2015

[8]Kissed someone and regretted it: Never been kissed

[9]Lost someone special: February 2016

[10]Been depressed: I had a pretty bad spell of it over Christmas

[11]Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve been drunk but never thrown up

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS;

[12] Pastel Blue [13] Lilac [14] Pastel Pink

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU;

[15] made new friends: Yes, in the past year i met my now best friends, they’re basically family

[16] fallen in love: Nah, unless Tom Holland or Matthew Daddario counts

[17] laughed until you cried: Absolutely, specially when i’m on call to friends

[18] found out someone was talking about you: Yea, they’re no longer in my life

[19] met someone who’s changed you: Krystal, Becca and Olivia have helped me become more comforable in my own skin

[20] found out who your true friends are: 100%

[21] kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nah

[22] how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them

[23] do you have any pets: yea, i have smol black cat called rosie

[24] do you want to change your name: I’m hoping to get it legally changed to Levi when i turn 18 at the end of august

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: Had a barbecue with people i no longer speak to par like two of them, and just ate a shit tonne of cake

[26] what time did you wake up: 12:40pm ish - I was up til like 4 watching isak x even videos so

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: I was on call to my friend lucia

[28] name something you cannot wait for: To get my name changed and to start T even though it’s not going to happen for at least a year yet 😕

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Yesterday evening. but she’ll be home in like an hour

[30] what is one thing you would change about your life: One day I wanna move closer to my faves and I want to be happy with my body

[31] what are you listening to right now: Forever and Ever by James Carter

[32] have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yea, I had kid called Tom in my tutor and i went to primary + secondary school with him

[33] Something that is getting on your nerves: rude customers who act like i’ve killed someone when I ask if they want a bag or if I say have a nice day after serving them :))

[34] Most visited website: Youtube and maybe pinterest

[35] elementary: Was okay but I was bullied quite alot

[36] highschool: secondary school for me was a bit all over the place some years were good, but then year 11 got super shitty for me and was just urgh, glad i’m out of that hellhole

[37] college: Just finished my A-levels waiting for my results, hoping i did well so i can get on to the writing course i applied for

[38] natural hair color: I am a blonde

[39] long or short hair: Short <3

[40] do you have a crush on someone: other than tom holland and matthew daddario, nah

[41] what do you like about yourself: I like my enthusiasm towards things that interest me, people call me obsessive but I can’t see what’s wrong about being passionate about Marvel or a movie or show or anime or band or book, like what is so wrong about loving something wholly?? I also fucking love my new hair okay i look good xD which is rare for me to say because I have self esteem the size of a pea

[42] piercings: I have 3 on each ear lobe, one cartilage piercing on my left ear and my nose pierced

[43] blood type: Idfk

[44] nickname: Son, Legi, Level, Trash Monkey (all courtesy of Krystal <3)

[45] relationship status: Single 🤴

[46] zodiac sign: Virgo

[47] pronouns: He/him

[48]favourite TV shows: Skam, Shadowhunters, Riverdale, Grey’s Anatomy, Haikyuu, Fairy Tail,K Project, Teen Wolf, Voltron

[49] tattoos: Not yet, but i’m getting one at the end of august once i turn 18

[50] left or right handed: Right

FIRSTS;

[51] Surgery: Haven’t had one but eventually I want top surgery

[52] Piercing: Ears

[53] Best Friend: Lewis, I meant him in reception (kindergarten) but then he moved to Portugal and I was friendless for like 8 months and then I met a girl called Darcy who was new and then she was my best friend

[54] Sport: Swimming, I had lessons from the age of 6 cuz I was bored in the summer and my nan signed me up

[55] Vacation: My parents told me that we went to france when I was 1 and apparently i took my first steps there.

[56] Pair of trainers: i never rly wore trainers, so probably school daps or smth idk

[57] Eating: baby food

[58] Drinking: baby drinks

[59] I’m about to: watch youtube or something on Netflix, i haven’t decided yet

[60] I’m listening to: The reckless and the brave by all time low

[61] Waiting For: Hyper Japan

[62] Wanting: to get my GIC referral

[63] Get married: not particularly

[64] Career: writing, i either wanna become a screen writer or a publisher

YOUR TYPE;

[65] hugs or kisses: both but i do love cuddling so hugs

[66] lips or eyes: eyes

[67] Shorter or Taller: I’m short anyways so taller

[68] Older or Younger: Older, i’m also the baby of all my friends so

[69] Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous but then I also love people who are super chill so

[70] Nice arms or nice stomach: both is good, but like i said i like hugs so comfy arms are good <3

[71] Sensitive or Loud: I just want someone who can match my weirdness but also who isn’t a dick so a bit of both

[72] Hook-up or relationship: relationship

[73] Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER;

[74] Kissed a Stranger: Never kissed anybody so no

[75] Drank hard liquor: Yea, mainly vodka

[76] Lost glasses/contacts: I don’t have either so no

[77] Turned someone down: Yah,

[78] Had sex on first date: Nah

[79] Broken someone’s heart: Not that i know of? I’m the one who gets dumped or fucked over so

[80] Had your heart broken: My ex broke up with me cuz I came out as trans which sucked

[81] Been arrested: Nah

[82] Cried when someone died: My nan died when I was young so i never really cried, I was sad about it though and i do miss her

[83] Fallen for a friend: My ex and I were friends for a year before we started dating

DO YOU BELIEVE IN;

[84] Yourself: Never used to but I do now, well more than I used to at least

[85] Miracles: Not really

[86] Love at first sight: I believe in lust at first sight? but personally I don’t think you can love someone until you get to know them

[87] Santa Claus: Nahh I was a cynical 9 year old and now i’m an even more cynical very nearly 18 year 😂

[88] Kiss on first date: Yea, i don’t see anything wrong with that, there’s no rush or timeline for these things though

[89] Angels: did you mean alec lightwood

[90] Current best friends name: Krystal, Becca, Olivia and Helen

[91] eye color: Umm they’re blue but some days they’re a lighter blue and soem days they’re darker

[92] fav movies: Spider-man Homecoming (i’ve already seen it 3 times in cinema) umm, the breakfast club, Doukyuusei, Deadpool, Fairy Tail: Dragon Cry and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and Half-blood prince

I tag:

@damndanhowell @danizntonfire @evaaks @endearingphil @suga-swan @fandomsoverpeople @galaxyphan @oisvgas @gaysontheice @heartbreakhowelll @just-a-touch-of-phan @karasuno @karasuhoe @lancejacket @lessamazinghowell @miss-cigarettes @macnkeith @nekkoma @qanhowell @ratinof @radiophan @sarcasticphan @takemetovikturi @viktor-nikiforov-san @isakvalty

#tags #truths #about me #skam #marvel #ftm #lgbtq #Spider-Man homecoming #sh #hp

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weekendwarriorblog · 6 years

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WHAT TO WATCH THIS WEEKEND – May 11 (Mother’s Day!)

Usually, the second week of May wouldn’t necessarily be a dumping zone, but you’d rarely find a big hit, because whatever movies open are usually going up against the second weekend of whatever big superhero movie is kicking off the summer, usually something from Marvel Studios. That would be the case again this year except that Marvel Studios moved Avengers: Infinity War forward a week, which means that it’s now in its third weekend. That makes it a great time for a little female-friendly counterprogramming as two movies try to take advantage of the Mother’s Day holiday on Sunday.

LIFE OF THE PARTY (New Line/WB)

Actor/comedian Melissa McCarthy is back in theaters with a third movie directed by husband Ben Falcone following 2014’s Tammy and 2016’s The Boss. This is McCarthy’s first movie in almost two years after starring in Paul Feig’s Ghostbusters, and it’s basically a remake of Rodney Dangerfield’s Back to School, in which she plays a mother who goes to college with her daughter after getting divorced.

McCarthy’s been making a name for herself as a comic actress since Paul Feig’s hit Bridesmaids, for which McCarthy was nominated for an Oscar. She reteamed with Feig a number of times after that for The Heat, Spy and the aforementioned Ghostbusters, all relatively big hits. In the last couple years, McCarthy has been seen more on television with regular appearances on Saturday Night Live, which probably has helped keep the attention of her younger fans, so we’ll have to see if her absence from theaters has created a vacuum that needs to be filled. (McCarthy has a couple more movies coming out this year, although they’re smaller releases.)

Life of the Party is a PG-13 comedy which means it won’t be limited by its R-rating, although it still seems like the type of movie that will appeal more to older women than younger ones. Guys? They’ll either go see Infinity Waragain or stay home and catch up on TV, since they’ll be out in force for next week’s Deadpool 2. I personally haven’t seen the movie (thanks for not inviting me to a screening, WB!), but I also haven’t seen much in terms of promotion, which isn’t a good sign.

McCarthy still has enough of a fanbase that I can see Life of the Party opening with $18 million or more, but it doesn’t seem as strong as some of McCarthy’s other offerings in terms of potentially bringing in a wide-range audience, and that’s likely to keep it under the $20 million mark, even if it gets a nice Mother’s Day bump.

BREAKING IN (Universal)

Offering some counter-programming for audiences wanting something a little darker is this high-concept psychological thriller starring Gabriel Union as a mother trying to protect her family during a home invasion of their high-security home. It’s the latest thriller from Will Packer, who has had quite a few hits among African-American audiences including Think Like a Manand its sequel, the Ride Along movies as well as last year’s summer comedy hit Girls Trip.

For this one, Packer is teaming with Final Destination and American Pie producer Craig Perry and director James McTeigue, who is best known for doing 2ndunit with the Wachowskis and directing V for Vendetta. Packer previously produced thrillers Obsessed, which grossed $68 million,and No Good Deed, which grossed $52.5 million after opening with $24.2 million. Both movies were quite profitable since they were made for less than $20 million, and this is Packer’s fourth movie with Union, who has carved a nice niche for herself among African-American audiences with movies like Love and Basketball, Bring It On and others.

Universal is well aware of the movie’s Mother’s Day weekend opening and the business it can bring in from women who happen to be mothers with the tagline for the film being “Payback Is a Mother,” which could give the film a nice bump on Sunday it might not have received otherwise.

Breaking In is opening in over 2,500 theaters, which is more than No Good Deed, but it’s about a thousand less theaters than Life of the Party, which means it’s likely to end up in third place with somewhere between $13 and 16 million. (I will add a caveat here that I tend to under-estimate Packer’s films, maybe because I don’t see nearly as much as the marketing as I should to be able to gauge interest in his movies.)

This week’s Top 10 should look something like this…

1. Avengers: Infinity War (Disney/Marvel) - $60 million -48% 2. Life of the Party (New Line / WB) - $19 million N/A 3. Breaking In (Universal) - $14.8 million N/A 4. Overboard (MGM/Pantelion) - $7.1 million -51% 5. A Quiet Place (Paramount) - $5.4 million -30% 6. I Feel Pretty (STXfilms) - $3 million -38% 7. Rampage (New Line/WB) - $2.8 million -45% 8. Black Panther (Marvel/Disney) - $2.1 million -32% 9.Tully (Focus Features) - $2.1 million -37% 10. Super Troopers 2(Fox Searchlight) - $1 million -49%

LIMITED RELEASES

There is an absolutely CRAZY number of specialty releases this weekend, and as before, I’ve seen merely a handful of them, although there’s definitely some intriguing options to the wide releases if you live in a big city.

We’ll start with one of this week’s stronger genre films, Coralie Fargeat’s action-thriller Revenge (Shudder, Neon), starring Matilda Lutz as Jen, a young woman on a romantic getaway with her married boyfriend. When his two hunting buddies join them, one of them rapes Jen, and as she tries to escape, she falls off the edge of a cliff. Left for dead, she somehow survives and returns to get…. Okay, you read the title of this movie, right? Then you kind of know what to expect. I liked the movie but didn’t think it went far enough in terms of Jen’s revenge. It was gory enough, sure, but the trailer’s better than the actual movie.

I saw Michael Pearce’s Beast (Roadside Attractions) at Toronto last year, and it was also okay, starring Jessie Buckley as 27-year-old Moll, who has led a sheltered life in a small island community when she meets Johnny Flynn’s Pascal, a stranger who Moll is immediately attracted to. When she learns he might be responsible for murders, she worries that moving in with him might be a mistake. Ya think? It opens in New York and L.A.

Anton Chekhov’s play The Seagull (Sony Pictures Classic) gets the big screen treatment with an all-star cast that includes Elisabeth Moss, Saoirse Ronan, Annette Bening and Corey Stoll, directed by Michael Mayer (Flicka). Bening plays aging actress Irina Arkadina who visits her brother Pjotr and son Konstantin (Billy Howle, who is amazing in the upcoming On Chesil Beach, also starring Ronan), bringing a novelist Boris Trigorin with her. A young girl named Nina falls in love with Boris but is rejected, and man, this does sound a lot like a Russian play. I haven’t seen it and have no interest in seeing it, but it will open in New York and L.A. if you do.

Gemma Arterton and Dominic Cooper reunite for Dominic Savage’s The Escape (IFC Films), which opens in New York at the IFC Center and L.A. at the Laemmle in Santa Monica. Arterton play Tara, a woman who wants to ESCAPE from her boring and mundane life, something her husband (Cooper) doesn’t understand. I love Arterton as an actor, and I’ll definitely try to see this one soon, as she can do no wrong in my book.

Timothy McNeil’s rom-com Anything (Paladin) stars John Carroll Lynch as Earl, a widower who moves to L.A. to be with his family who rents an apartment in a bad neighborhood, meeting all sorts of characters include Freda (Matt Bomer), his transgender next-door neighbor. The film also stars Maura Tierney, and it opens in select cities Friday, including a first-run at New York’s Roxy Cinema, which looks to become a player in the city’s thriving indie theater business.

Vaughn Stein’s Terminal (RLJE) looks to give Revenge and Breaking In a run for their money with its tagline “Revenge never looked so good”… and it stars the beautiful Margot Robbie, so it might have a point. It’s about two assassins on a mission to kill a teacher, a janitor and a waitress, and it co-stars Simon Pegg, Mike Myers (where has HE been?!?), Max Irons and Dexter Fletcher. It’s in select theaters and On Demand/Digital HD.

The Japanese Anime film Lu Over the Wall (GKIDS) from Masaaki Yuasa (Mind Game), this one a family-friendly adaptation of the fairy tale about Lu, a mermaid who comes ashore and joins a middle school rock band, taking them to great fame. It opens in a bunch of theaters.

Let’s get to this week’s docs…

Sara Driver’s Boom for Real: The Late Teenage Years of Jean-Michel Basquiat (Magnolia) looks promising, and it’s fairly self-explanatory from the title. Jennifer Peedom’s Mountain (Greenwich Entertainment) is a doc about mountains… what else?

I can highly recommend Filmworker (Kino Lorber), Tony Zierra’s documentary about long-time Stanley Kubrick accomplice Leon Vitali, who played Lord Bullingdon in Kubrick’s 1975 film Barry Lyndon and then went on to become Kubrick’s right-hand man on films like The Shining. This intriguing doc is a must-see for Kubrick fans, and it’s opening at the Metrographin New York in conjunction with an 8-film retrospective, some of which I haven’t seen on the big screen. Filmworker will open in L.A. at the Nuart on May 18.

Always at the Carlyle (Good Deed Entertainment) is the new documentary from Matthew Miele, which looks at the Upper East Side institution whose guests have included George Clooney, Wes Anderson, Anthony Bourdain and more. It’s opening at the Quad Cinema in New York and elsewhere.

Other films out this week include Jim Loach’s The Measure of a Man (Great Point Media), based on Robert Lipsyte novel One Fat Summer, about a bullied teen and starring Judy Greer and Donald Sutherland; Pat Kiely’s comedy Another Kind of Wedding (Vertical) starring Kathleen Turner (holy shit! Where has SHE been) and Kevin Zegers; Elissa Down’s The Honor List (L) about a group of teen girls who go on a journey to fulfill their bucket list after tragedy strikes; and Eric Stolz’s teen comedy Class Rank (Cinedigm ) starring Skyler Gisondo, Olivia Holt, Bruce Dern and Kristin Chenoweth. I tell you, that’s a lot of talent for a bunch of movies that are mainly getting digital/VOD releases this weekend.

This week’s Netflix offerings include its new true crime series Evil Genius about one of the strangest bank heists ever, and the streaming network will also premiere something called The Kissing Booth from Vince Marcello, which stars Joey King as a girl who has never been kissed so she starts a kissing booth.

That’s it for this week… I’ll be back next week with my thoughts on Deadpool 2!

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