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tteokggukk · 4 years

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welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started."

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile.

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red.

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted.

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95.

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack.

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer.

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?"

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off.

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

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dragonleesupporter · 4 years

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Two Person Hoodie

AN: I’m sorry this took so long to make. But it’s finally here now! Hope y'all enjoy! A continuation of this series: Checking It Twice, The Loudest Firework.

Warnings: Tickling, cursing, and Remus.

Logan heard the door open to what was now their shared room.

“Ah, Remus.” He grinned, putting his book down.

“Surprise motherfucker!” Came a cheer as the duke danced his way in front of him, goofy smile on his face.

“How was the tournament?” His smile widened at Remus’s excited eyes, firecrackers exploding inside them.

“First prize, motherfucker!” He banged a fist into his chest like a gong announcing his victory.

“Did you miss me?” Logan’s calm voice edged on teasing as his own smile matched the duke’s.

“Heart eyes, motherfucker!” Remus’s eyes suddenly sprouted bleeding, pulsing hearts before they disappeared.

Logan chuckled, happy Remus was in a good mood. “Also, did you finally get the sweater I ordered for you?”

“Wrong size, motherfucker.” He did a backflip.

“You have got to get off Tick Tock.” Logan sighed, shaking his head fondly.

“No, seriously. The thing can fit two people in it!” Remus cackled as he took it out.

“Oh, then it’s the right size.” Logan said, completely serious.

“Huh?” Logan suddenly took the sweater from the green side and draped it over him.

“The hell are you doing, you catholic priest? Quit dressing me!” He giggled playfully, wiggling into it regardless.

“Shush.” Logan hissed.

A big dark green sweater Logan had ordered for Remus with a giant orange gummy bear on it had arrived that day. Logan’s special sweater wasn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow for a special occasion they had planned. The sleeves of the sweater were fine, it was just the collar and body of the coat that had so much slack, it had to be the wrong size.

Logan smirked suddenly, and wiggled into it, leaning forward and causing Remus to fall backwards onto the bed with a yelp. He couldn’t move. Logan’s head popped out of the collar, staring at him fondly.

“Uh, what are you doing, nerdy wolverine?” Remus couldn’t help but ask, a little flustered as the warmth sprouted around him. Logan knew he loved it.

The duke shivered at the feeling of Logan’s arms wrapping around him under the sweatshirt. It felt like little flutters of heat slowly getting more intense until they reached ultimate warmth. Logan knew the duke didn’t make much sense, but he knew that a hug was the melting point for a solid solution of Remus.

Remus whimpered and whined, moaning as Logan massaged his back. He was surrounded by softness and warmth, and after a while could feel the teacher kissing his face slowly. His eyes rolled up. A two-person sweater for the best cuddling. Oh… this was nice.

It was nice, until Logan started to slip away.

“NO.” He held him tightly. “DON’T YOU DARE.”

“Remus, I must get to work on organizing the next video. We’ll cuddle more afterwards.”

“No!” He whined desperately.

Logan sighed. This was always the hard part of cuddling with Remus. Since they officially became boyfriends, the teacher had begun to learn how to deal with Remus’s intrusiveness, but at the same time, Remus grew to learn respect… for Logan at least. But Logan kept seeming to forget… that Remus was also unpredictable, and vulnerable. Sometimes the duke’s intrusive thoughts would hurt him because of how much he loved Logan. A poor, twisted creature using his own negativity against himself. It had become a bad habit since he had grown slightly less selfish.

“Remus, please let me go.”

“No! What if you don’t come back?” Tears roll down his cheeks. “What you fuck my brother or someone r*pes you?”

Uh oh. It was bad this time.

“Remus, that’s highly unrealistic for what and where we are. I’m just going to do my part in making the next video.”

Suddenly, Logan felt something slimy on his back. “Um… Remus? What is that?”

Suddenly, the duke let him go- in fact he SHOVED him out of the coat. The dark blue side looked up and saw the sweater was puffed out and full of movement that suddenly disappeared. Remus looked panicked.

Logan knew he had work to do, and didn’t mind leaving Remus when he was whiny or pouty, but not when he was like this.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me, Remus.” Logan warned in a low voice.

Remus cowered in his sweater, which was odd since he rarely ever hid from Logan, or anyone for that matter, except Janus.

“Remus, please. You can show me. Whatever it is, you of all people should know I wouldn’t judge.”

The duke looked up shyly and one by one, ten slimly tentacles slid out from the edges of the sweater. Logan knew they existed, but he had never seen them before. He wasn’t worried about his schedule anymore… he NEEDED to examine these things.

He took one into his hand, the pores were generating clear slime on top of green silky skin. He started feeling each suction cup on the bottoms of the moist appendages, gliding his nails along the top through the gooey outer skin. The tentacle started to wiggle and shake as if reacting to the attention. He could tell these things hadn’t had physical touch, and were learning how to respond to it. It kept leaping out of his grasp, yet it kept returning.

“Very interesting…” Logan’s whole eye was nearly pupil with how wide they were, pocking and prodding, skimming and tracing… he was only awoken from his curious trance by a giggle and snort. Followed by more giggles and a few squeaks.

His head whipped around to see Remus, red in the face with a hand pressed to his mouth, cheeks filled with air and his eyes squeezed shut.

Oh. Logan smiled. He believed he had found a way to help Remus with his panicking. He traced a single finger along the top of one of the tentacles, making it dip as it tried to get away. As Remus struggled to keep holding his breath, he wiggled his fingers at the very tips, making them shake uncontrollably.

A kettle whistle could be heard behind him as the teacher scribbled at the underside, his poor boyfriend a ticking timebomb. Now Logan had three of them trapped in a headlock, scribbling at the suction-cupped sides.

He couldn’t hold it anymore. The dam finally broke.

“BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LOHOHOHOHIEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!” He cackled and hiccupped, squirming and thrashing chaotically. “THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHCKLES!”

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Logan chuckled as he worked his way up the three tentacles in his grasp, Remus’s laughter getting more frantic the closer he got to their bases.

Scribbling, poking, tracing, squeezing, it was driving him mad- well more mad than usual.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He screamed, his whole body wriggling like a fish out of water.

“Awwww, who’s a cute little ticklish duke?” Logan did not use his teasy voice often, but that tone mixed with the maddening feeling getting closer to his back made Remus turn redder than his brother’s room.

“NOT CUTE! NOT CUTE! STOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” When Logan reached his back, where the tentacles were coming from, Remus absolutely screamed at the top his lungs, face steaming with tears flowing down it, his chest spasmed as his laughter grew silent.

Logan let him go, and Remus fell to the bed, completely knocked out.

“I’ll be back soon.” He smooched his cheek, as Remus panted, unconscious.

Remus woke up a few hours later, still being alone in the room. As he recalled what happened, his face flushed, but the loud voices of his mind also started chanting a new word at him.

“Revenge.”

***

Logan sighed as he entered their room again. He liked working and getting things done, but it was tiresome when the others bickered and made things harder. He looked around the room to see Remus wasn’t there, his annoyed tired state was quickly thrown to the side as he grew worried of where his boyfriend could have gone. Maybe he shouldn’t have left his alone when he fell asleep. There were bad places he knew Remus might go to if he got to be too much for himself. He turned around to exist the room and look for the duke just to realize it was shut and locked from the outside.

His panic subsided a little as it was replaced with confusion.

“Looogie…”

Uh-oh.

He turned to run, but there was nowhere to go. A huge weight landed on top of him as he squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for the worst. Except… he was surrounded by Remus’s sweater, and was currently being cuddled by the overgrown green teddy bear of a boyfriend.

This was odd, since Remus didn’t usually like to lead when it came to cuddles, but Logan had to admit, it felt nice to just sit there receive it. Remus smiled at him with wide puppydog eyes, holding back his evil smirk for the right moment.

As soon as his guard was down, Logan felt the slimy tentacles wriggle under his shirt. He suppressed a squeak as they started poking and prodding his sides, getting some of the slime on him. He looked up at Remus to see a truly evil expression.

He immediately knew what this was. Revenge.

“R-Remus… L-let’s talk about this!”

He only shook his head, covering Logan’s body with his slime. The teacher paled as he realized this was going to tickle even more now because of the slick substance on his skin. And the worst part… he was stuck in the sweater with Remus. With his tentacles present, both of them couldn’t move.

“P-please! I-I-! N-no! Pffffftttt… hggggnnn…” He struggled to hold his breath as the green appendaged started wiggling and digging into his ribs.

“Oh no.~ Is my wittle boyfwien ticklish?” Oh GOD, that voice he was using only made it harder to not laugh. He felt he was going to explode!

“A cootchie cootchie coo! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, you’re barely holding it together, huh?” Remus could now see why Logan had teased him and tickled him to bits, this was fun!

His tentacles tickled everywhere, but Logan somehow held out, only letting out a few gasps until he found his feet.

“GAH! NONONONO NOT THERE! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Remus had no mercy in him, as his tentacles ruthlessly attacked his slicked-down feet, wiggling, poking, pinching, scratching, and- were those kisses?!

Yes, Remus’s suction cups could kiss, but they could do one other thing.

All the other sides could hear Logan scream at the top of his lungs as he could feel the things giving tiny RAPBERRIES INBETWEEN HIS TOES.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! REHEHEHEMEHEHEIIIIIIEEE!!!” Tears were absolutely pouring down his face, smile stretched to the point of pain, and his whole body felt like it was on fire as his senses were overloaded with the maddening feeling. He couldn’t think of anything else. Just laughter. Just tickling.

When the others came to their room, worried expressions on their faces, all they found was Logan, tickled stupid, with Remus cuddling him and kissing slowly at his face, murmuring to him a deep yet sweet tone.

Remus promptly shut the door in their faces and continued to massage and kiss at Logan, the teacher in heaven from the gentle touches, the dopamine rush and Remus’s calming voice smoothly lulling him to sleep.

@smileheart110

@cefsticklestoo

@cefinitely-rolo

@did-he-just-hiss-at-me

@bexxbeauty

@ollyollyoxinfree

@cooliofooliosanders

@thestarswelcomemewithopenarms

@fluffymary

#intrulogical #lee/ler!remus #lee/ler!logan #tickling #series

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Sixty-Two: Your Policy ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Fugaku ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

He knows it’s going to be one of those days when the first thing he hears upon arriving at work is his father saying, “Sasuke, a word.”

...wonderful. What has he managed to do wrong this time? Sighing and putting his things down at his desk, Sasuke follows Fugaku into his office, closing the door behind him in preparation of a beratement.

The patriarch takes his time, making his way around his desk before taking a seat, leaning back with steepled fingers. “I just wanted to give you a little...warning.”

Dark brows furrow. “...warning? About what?”

“As I’m sure you know, we’re been doing performance reviews the last few weeks. And a few people are, unfortunately, going to have to be let go.”

For a moment, fear flickers in his gut. He...he can’t be one of them, can he?

After a brief pause, his father offers, “...I’m afraid your secretary is one on the list of those we’ll have to let go.”

Sasuke...blinks. Blinks again. “...you’re joking.”

“I’m not. She hasn’t been performing up to our standards, my son. Now,” he goes on, holding up a hand to stop his son’s rebuttal. “I know that the two of you have a rather...complicated relationship…”

Sasuke can’t help an outright snort. Complicated, huh? Yeah, sure. If you want to call a woman desperate for both attention and social standing badgering him into sleeping with her a time or two complicated. They aren’t dating. In fact, in a lot of ways, he’s become less and less able to stand her the last few months. Her attempts to wriggle her way into his social circle (and likely leech off of him, maybe for a promotion) have largely failed, and after indulging her out of a mixture of curiosity and pity...he finds her obnoxious, self-centered, and a nuisance.

So in truth? He’s glad. But he also knows this will rock the boat. Hence the warning.

“So, I just wanted you to be aware that I will be serving her her notice this morning. And I expect a rather brilliant fireworks display,” Fugaku mutters.

“Right...you don’t happen to need any errands run this morning, do you?”

Fugaku snorts, a hint of a grin curling his lips. “No, I’m afraid not. But, Sasuke…” Leaning forward, he braces arms atop his desk. “You might want to...reconsider your policy when it comes to the people you become involved with. Secretaries are just...a recipe for disaster. If you really have to date someone in our company, try another department, will you? Give us all a little breathing room?”

“I’m not dating her,” Sasuke retorts, nose wrinkling.

“Well, whatever it is...it’s going to make this all the messier than it would have been if you’d just kept your business relationships professional,” his father bats back. “Now, you’ve got work to do.”

“So...what am I supposed to do about a secretary in the meantime?”

“I’ll have one of the girls from billing step in for a bit - then we’ll see about hiring someone full time. I’ve already started going through a few applications.”

“Do I get any say? They’ll be my secretary, after all.”

“I think this is something best left to me,” Fugaku replies dryly. “You just...worry about today for now. The rest will follow in due time.”

...maybe he has a point. “All right...thanks for the warning.”

“Figured it was only fair.”

With that grim tiding, Sasuke retreats from the office and instead heads toward his own. Maybe he can position a file cabinet against his door to bar it shut in case she tries to come in and strangle him. He might not be the reason she’s getting fired - it’s rather clear it’s her own fault - but he can picture now how she’ll be trying to spin this to make him the bad guy. Because surely she knows that the end of her career also means the end of this...whatever the hell they’ve got going on. And given how clingy she’s been...he’s really not sure what she’ll be more angry about.

All he knows is...she’ll be very, very angry. Sweet facade aside, that woman has a temper…

Closing his door and attempting to make himself look small behind his desk, he just...gets to work, occasionally glancing up to see if she’s arrived yet.

Five minutes before the day officially begins, she shows up, going about her morning routine...only to pause at an intercom from her phone he can’t hear with the door closed. Pointedly looking at his monitor, he can still feel her eyes boring through the window at him.

Here we go…

While Sasuke is sure his father will be as cordial as he can be (though his base nature is rather...gruff and unyielding), he knows there’s no avoiding the blowup. So when he swears he can feel stomping footsteps, he peers warily around the edge of his screen.

To his honest surprise, there’s no yelling, or screaming. Just a very red, purse-lipped woman collecting her things (very angrily) from her desk, shoving them into a box before making her way to the elevator.

It’s then she yells. Just a few words. Very...vulgar words that make even Sasuke flinch, the rest of the floor surely hearing it (and maybe even the entire building).

Risking a glance back up, he looks to his phone at an incoming comm. “Well...it could have been worse,” Fugaku sighs through the speaker.

“True…”

“Your temporary gal will be here in a few minutes - just give her a rundown, and she’ll be fine.”

“All right, will do.” Letting the ‘call’ end with a long sigh, Sasuke doesn’t bother to get back to work until she arrives - he’ll only have to stop and start again. Instead, he watches the window, only standing when a figure hesitantly steps up to the desk, glancing around as if in search of help.

Opening the door, he takes a moment to look her over.

She’s a bit shorter than his previous partner, and entirely different in build. Whereas the former had been rather lean and almost flat (in most regards), this one is...more rounded, with long dark hair and a heart-shaped face. Her outfit is mostly dark purples and soft blues, and he swears her eyes are huge! It’s like she looks right through him, like a doe in headlights. And unlike her predecessor, who was all edges, attitude, and temper, this one seems...soft, receptive, and attentive.

...she’s adorable.

Blinking, Sasuke balks for a moment. “You’re, uh...the temp?”

“Yes, sir. Hinata Hyūga. I’m, um...I’m from over in billing…? Mr. Uchiha asked if I could cover in light of you...losing your secretary. I hope I can be of help…!”

“I’m sure you will.” Doing his best to smooth out his facade, Sasuke puts hands in his slacks pockets, trying to look nonchalant. “All you really need to worry about is phone calls, and my schedule. Think of yourself as like...my day planner, but in person form. In all honesty, I’m not that busy - my brother’s the one who gets run more ragged. You’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

“O-okay. I’ll do my best!”

“If you need any help with the software or anything, you can ping my brother’s secretary - she’ll walk you through it. She’s an old pro, so any questions you’ve got, she can handle. And she’s super friendly, so don’t sweat it.”

“Oh, I see...thank you! I’ll do my best!”

“Hopefully we’ll get someone new in here quick so you can get back to your right department, huh?” he asks, giving a hint of a grin.

“That would be nice, yes...n-not that it’s a problem being here! In fact, I...I volunteered for it. I’ve never been in this p-part of of the building. And I thought it would be a good learning experience - to, um...to work with one of the higher ups!”

...she really needs to stop being so stupidly cute. She just...oozes charm and sweetness! It’s not fair! “Yeah, uh...well, I guess you can give it a shot and see how you like it. Guess if it’s a good fit, you could always apply for it yourself, if you wanted..”

“Oh, I...I don’t know about that.” Hinata gives a nervous giggle. “But, um...I guess we’ll see! I b-better get started. If I need anything, I’ll...I’ll ping the other secretary.”

“Or you can ask me. I dunno much about the program they use, but anything else I can probably answer if she’s busy.”

“O-okay! Thank you, sir.”

“Please, just Sasuke - sir or Mr. Uchiha are too much like my dad,” Sasuke offers, grimacing slightly.

“Oh, right! I’ll...I’ll keep that in mind. So sorry, I -”

“Nothing to apologize for, Hinata. Don’t worry so much - it’s just a temporary thing. We’ll help you get through it. Besides, we’re the ones who owe you for stepping up to the plate.”

Her cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink. “R...right. Um...okay. Well, I...I’ll see what I can get started doing!”

Sasuke gives a slight smile. “Sounds good. I better get to it, too. Holler if you need anything.”

“I-I will!”

Retreating back to his office, Sasuke sits...and buries his face in his hands with a gusty sigh. Didn’t he just get lectured about this? Why the hell did the person who showed up have to be so...so…?

...well, at least she’s only here temporarily. Knowing that tone his father used, his next assistant won’t be anyone he’ll be likely to shack up with. And...now that he thinks about it...it was Fugaku himself who suggested someone in another department, right…?

For now, though...he’s going to have to grin and bear it. The poor thing’s going to be nervous and behind enough with her new learning curve without him trying to cozy up to her and being distracting.

That’ll just...have to wait.

.oOo.

...I feel like I wrote something similar to this before, but...I'm getting to the point where I can't tell what's been done in this challenge, or maybe things from past events, so...if it's a bit repetitive, my bad xD But I'm exhausted and in a bit of a rush, so...this is what my brain gave me! ...I love this trope, honestly - it's SO cliche, but...I'm a sucker for cliches, haha~ I'd like to do more if I get the chance, but y'all know how that goes by now lol Anywho, it's late and I've got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, so best to call it a night! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha fugaku #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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tenshibeth1 · 4 years

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Okay, I'm upset. I had this nice, big post I'd worked on for hours to show y'all...and it's gone. Tumblr ate it. I don't feel like remaking it all pretty and nice-like, so the jist of it is this: I've been working on a Severus Snape x OC fic because it has possessed me. The plot keeps coming up like bile and I can't stop writing. Which is really, really weird because I usually only get to do it in little bits, as per my strange muses. Anyway, my OC is named Cerys, pronounced Kehr-ees, and it's Welsh for 'love' or 'to love'. She has a peculiar ability that travels down the females of her line, and it's like Ligilimency (a spell to invade the mind), but with touch only. She can feel emotions and see memories and whatnot. Anyway, she got into it with a Death Eater and some minions, used the ability in battle and piqued interest, and they captured her and her brother and decided to use him as a reason to keep her with them. And Voldermort doesn't trust her, so what better way to control her than having her under a trusted Death Eater 24/7? She's arranged to marry Severus Snape. Interesting stuff ensues...especially since she had him as a professor at Hogwarts...

My Favorite Parts:

(I'll add them bit by bit so I don't lose this post. ><)

She used to think Severus' eyes were black...only recently had she realized that they were actually a very dark brown. Like the rare brown cat's eye scapolite... Beautiful.

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"Do you realize what this means?" Severus asked as he gazed down into his clear glass of caramel-colored fire whiskey. He doubted she really understood the underlying factors...she had been flippant and careless the entire time the intermediary had spoken with them. Of course, she could just be drunk. There's no telling how long she'd been here before him...and how many fire whiskeys she'd downed...

"Yeah," Cerys replied after a moment, marvelling at the different hues her fire whiskey turned when she held it up to the light. She'd been aware of the arrangements and stipulations and all long before tonight... She waited for Severus to take a drink after he hummed...his hum sounded skeptical. A sly grin unfurled across her face. "It means I'll be fucking my Professor." Almost immediately he began to choke on his swig...and she couldn't help but laugh, her head resting against the hand holding her glass up.

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"Knock, knock," Cerys called into the open door to the Potions classroom as she hefted in a mildly heavy crate full of jarred herbs. "Delivery from Professor Spout." She curiously peered around as she walked towards the front. Hm. Not much had changed since the last time she'd been there. Same shelves, same books, same student desks, same teacher's desk, same podium, same Snape at the podium writing who-knows-what on parchment... Some things were rearranged, though, and there were definitely two new faces at the front desks hunched over a multitude of lines they were being made to write. Detention. Her lips quirked. Ah, good times, good times...

She approached the podium and waited... He was really absorbed in what he was doing. After a long few minutes, Cerys toyed with the idea of putting the herbs up in his classroom closet, herself... But after misplacing three little herbs last time...he'd never let her in his closet again. He never let her live it down... Finally, finally, he looked up at her, down at her package, back at the closet, then cringed. Yup. He remembered.

"Just...put them on my desk," he motioned to the dark wood desk behind him. "I will arrange them later."

"Still as anally organized as you were years ago?" Cerys couldn't help but tease, a grin spreading wide across her face. She carefully set the crate on his desk and slid it back so it wouldn't tip and fall off. "Don't want me to mess anything up, do you?" She turned to find him quirking a brow at her, both boys peeking up at them from their work here and there.

"No...I don't," Severus admitted, and a laugh bubbled up out of her chest. Same old Snape, alright. It made her want to mess with him again... So, her impish grin morphing into a smirk, Cerys backed up against his desk and hopped on, sliding her bum back and getting comfortable. A muscle in his brow and jaw twitched, irritation entering his gaze as hers sparkled with mischief. "I don't recall giving you permission to sit on my desk. If you need a seat, there are plenty of student desks to choose from." He motioned out at the mostly empty classroom, the boys watching more raptly now. Time to show them how it's done...

"You didn't give me permission to sit on your desk," Cerys agreed, her smirk becoming a shit eating grin. "But I'm not a student that can be ordered around. I graduated five years ago, Snapey. And I am still that smartass little shit you remember. Ball's in your court now. How are you going to make me move?"

"Make you move?" Snape repeated sharply, his dark eyes alight with a carefully tempered rage. He put his quill down and fully turned back to Cerys, and the boys behind him were looking at her with wide, horrified eyes. She just grinned and winked at them before returning her attention to the furious Potions teacher before her. Oh...if looks could kill... "Fifty points from Griffindor." His voice boomed through the charged silence, and Cerys' jaw slacked, the grin wiped right off of her face.

"Wait...what?" She started, the blond boy snickering while the other sighed. Slytherin and Griffindor houses, obviously.

"Did I stutter, Webb?" Severus snapped back at her acerbicly, the makings of a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. A frown etched deep into her face.

"That's not fair and you know it," Cerys came back at him. "I'm not in Griffindor anymore! You can't punish them for this!"

"Can and will," he replied with a certain amount of force, looking every bit like the smug, smarmy bastard she remembered he could be.

"Oh!" Cerys scowled as she slid off of his desk and marched right up to him. "Alright, I'm off. You can revoke it now." Severus' brow quirked again and heat burned from her cheeks all the way back to her ears. She took it back. His eyes weren't pretty at all! "Please...revoke it?" She bit out her request, staring down a very amused Snape.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" He asked, his tone less harsh now that he had the upper hand.

"Yes, I would, now please do it." She huffed out.

"Hmmm....no," He feigned considering her, a smirk unfurling across his face... Ohhh...Cerys felt the white hot lava rising in her chest. She opened her mouth, but Severus spoke first. "Whose classroom is this?"

"Yours, but--," Cerys began, but was cut off.

"Correct," he interjected before more could be said. "And who is the Professor of this class?"

"You are," she sighed out, irritation bubbling beneath her skin as her anger simmered back to a low boil.

"Correct," Severus repeated, voice as crisp and firm as when she was in his class before... The admonishing teacher voice... "Then doesn't it follow that you should abide by my rules while in my classroom?"

"Yeess...," Cerys droned, thoroughly exasperated now.

"Yes, what?" Severus asked expectantly.

"Yes, Professor Snape," Cerys scowled as she gave him what he was looking for. Only to restore the points. If not for that, ohhh...

"Good...I may consider restoring the points...," he responded, and she let out a relieved breath. It worked... "...or perhaps not." He shrugged as indifferently as she had the night before with the intermediary, something sparking in his gaze as a firestorm kicked up in her blazing blue eyes. "But you will abide by my rules while in this classroom to prevent further deductions. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Professor Snape," Cerys bit out, clucking her tongue with distaste as she stared him down. If looks could kill...the tables had turned again...

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"Well…I'll take that as a challenge, then," Cerys grinned up at Severus, her spirits finally lifted. "I'm gonna keep teasing you until you like me." She elbowed him playfully in the ribs.

"And I suppose I shall keep putting you in your place until you learn," Severus replied, his voice firm but not cutting as he took a bite of his ham.

"Learn what, exactly?" She asked, curiosity coloring her voice.

"That you cannot outwit me," he began, peering over at his bride-to-be as she grinned up at him, eyes alight with life and fire once more. At last... "And your place."

"My place, my place...you keep saying that, but what does that even mean?" Cerys asked, mildly frustrated. She knew her place before...when it was just her and Folkert. (Her brother.) She worked, and learned, worked and learned, to be able to make it. To be able to become a proficient witch, and also be able to afford their books and robes and such... "What is my place here and now?"

"If you are to be my wife, your place is at my side...," Severus answered, watching surprise seep into her features. Cerys honestly didn't expect him to say that... "...submissive to me." At that, her eyes widened, and a hint of pink dusted her cheeks. "Perhaps to none else, you are a willful little thing, but you will bend to me." His eyes were dark then, more like burnt new jade, with deep amber flecks near his pupils that almost seemed to glow. Cerys swallowed rather hard, cheeks burning hot, the sheer intensity of his gaze almost too much for her to bear... Her lungs began to burn and she sucked in breath...had she forgotten to breathe...?

Something warm brushed over her hand before she could think more of it, and they all rushed in like a tidal wave... A deep, abyssal darkness whose tendrils rose like fingers, wrapping around her throat and cutting into her chest... Burning! Everything was burning! White hot flames burned in her chest and trickled southward along her spine, filling her hips and that very sensitive place between her thighs...she...she needed...something... Cerys felt...empty. And then came the crash that completely overwhelmed her. A strange emotion she couldn't place... It made her feel diminutive, naked, and weak. Like all of her defenses had been stripped away and left her bare before this...feeling. Had she been standing, her knees would have buckled and she would've hit the ground. Hard. But...strange as it was...it was...sort of liberating. Like all control had been given away, and she didn't have to worry about anything anymore. She didn't have to be strong, or sneaky, or...anything. The burden had been lifted from her shoulders...and she was free...

Severus wondered if he should have touched her, flesh to flesh, at all. It was an intentional touch...just a taste of what lied within... Her eyes fluttered, rolling back in her head here and again, her breaths coming unevenly. Even after he'd released her. It was almost...like it lingered... "Are you alright?" He asked gently, touching the clothed part of her arm. She inhaled deeply and shut her eyes, the blues hazy when she reopened them.

"Merlin I'm dizzy...," Cerys whispered, swaying in her seat.

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willandkatealways · 5 years

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A/N This is a different kind of Will and Kate fanfic I hope y'all like it.

Kate opened her eyes in the darkness, she had to be strong if she was going to get out of this mess. She knew they would kill her but would wait for the right time so she had to believe there was time. It looked like a warehouse of some kind. Her heart broke for her family. William would be heartbroken and she couldn't bear to think of the children. How long would it be before they killed her?

5 hours earlier

William woke up with Kate curled into him, they both had busy schedules today but these quiet moments made it worth it.

"Good morning sweetheart." He heard her soft whisper.

"Another busy day, should be done by the time the kids are out of school." Will said covering her face with kisses.

Kate sighed as she heard Charlotte running in, "Maybe to tonight." She whispered, "Lottie what have we said about knocking sweetheart?"

"I have to knock and wait to be invited in. But this was important mummy!" Charlotte exclaimed climbing onto the bed.

William chuckled, "Well what is the emergency?" He said tussling her bedhead.

"I'm hungry!" She said rubbing her tummy.

Kate smiled, "Well that is emergency! Are your brothers awake?"

Charlotte giggled as her daddy swung her into his arms, "George is playing in his room and Louis is talking to himself. He's silly."

William heard Maria calling for Charlotte, "Maria shes in here!"

Maria helped with the kids as Kate fixed a quick breakfast, she knew people would be shocked to know that she fixed her children breakfast and fixed lunches.

"You are visiting the children's hospital today correct?" Kate nodded at William as she spooned oatmeal to give Louis.

Maria was faking the children to school this morning so Kate made sure to get hugs and kisses before her team would be here to get her ready. "I love you both! Have fun today and learn lots!"

William finished feeding Louis while Kate got ready. "Just you and me kid." Louis was such a happy baby, he rarely fussed unless he had a dirty diaper but William felt that showed good sense. "Mummy is planning your first birthday, you will get cake and maybe a few presents."

He looked up when Kate walked in, she was wearing a blue overcoat with black heels and a matching hat band. "Louis isn't mummy beautiful?"

Louis looked at her and smiled his baby grin, "mamama"

Kate smiled, "thank you my handsome boys. I have to scoot but give me a kiss. I love you." She said kissing Louis head. She turned to William, "and I love you." She pressed her lips to William's, "I won't be late."

Present

William was outraged, his wife, his Kate had been taken. He would never forget the look on his protection officers face "Repeat." The man had said, his face pale and then those words, "Confirm the swan has been abducted."

William had lunged at the man, screaming at him, no matter that they were in an engagement. "Where is my wife? Where is she?"

And they hadn't known, they had taken him from the engagement and now he was on his way to Buckingham palace for his safety which he thought was crazy, they should be out finding her not worrying whether he stubbed his toe. "My children? Where are they?"

"They have been picked up and are on their way to the palace as well, they do not know."

William nodded and closed his eyes, where was she? Was she scared? If they hurt her, he trailed off he couldn't think that way.

He saw Charlotte talking a mile a minute in his father's lap, George was telling Harry about a spider at school. They were so blissfully unaware. He had to be to be strong for them, he looked around for Louis but didn't see him. "Where is Louis?" Fear clutched at him, what if he had been taken as well, then he saw Megan holding a smiling Louis, "Thank God" he murmured.

Charles forced a smile at his eldest son, "Glad you could join us son, Camillia why dont you take the children outside to play a spell?" He continued smiling as William hugged and kissed his children and ushered them out.

The second all three were out of earshot William exploded, "Where is she? I have to find her, I dont have time to sit around here!"

"Son, I know you are frustrated and upset but we have good men looking for her. You know you have to stay here." Charles tried to explain.

In his 36 years he had never come so close to hitting his father, "You cannot expect me to sit here! She needs me! She could be scared or hurt...or...no I will not lose her!" He felt Harry grab his arm and he shook it off. "Fine, if you won't help me, I will find her myself!"

He hadn't seen his grandmother and the Prime Minister walk in, "William please hear us out and then we will discuss the next steps."

Meanwhile, across town, "She is a pretty woman." The man named Rick ran his hand down her cheek, he took off the gag over mouth.

"What do you want?" She winced at how dry and sore her throat was, she had lost track of how long she had been in the dark warehouse.

"If we had time, a piece of you but we already sent your ring to the Prime Minister, do you think they know you are gone?" He seemed to enjoy taunting her, obviously he was the ringleader. So far she had counted only three men, they hadn't blind folded her, she knew they figured she would be dead before she could identify them.

Her wrists were raw from her trying to free them, "I know they know I am gone as do you." She had seen the news when they had showed her of William being led out of his engagement early, he had his public face on but she had seen the fear in his eyes.

"As soon as they give me what I want I will let you go." He said with a sneer.

"No you won't, you didn't blindfold me so you are planning to kill me. If and when you do, William will make sure you never breathe again." He grabbed her breast and she spat in his face. He slapped her and she tasted blood. She didn't react that's what they wanted.

She had to control her temper and figure out a way out of this mess.

William sat down as his grandmother did, then Teresa May handed him an envelope, "This was sent to me today, there is no way to know who it is from."

He gasped as he touched the ring, the blue sapphire sparkled, he clutched it as he opened the note.

"By now you know that we have the Duchess of Cambridge, give us what we want and she will not be harmed. Release Angus McCoy and she will be retuned. If not she dies."

"Who is Angus McCoy?" William asked, "Wait he was responsible for that bombing a few months back?" Teresa nodded.

William couldn't hear anymore, he didn't want to hear how England does not negotiate with terrorists.

He got up and began pacing, "Do you know where she is? It's been hours."

Elizabeth nodded, "Yes, we have been able to pinpoint her location. Catherine's phone has a GPS tracker, apparently they took it and turned it off but now it's been turned back on. This is most likely a trap but an MI-6 team will go in and see what they can do."

William shot up, "I am going with them Granny, you cannot keep me here!"

Charles started to argue but Elizabeth shook her head, "Very well but you will abide by these rules. You will go in capacity of the pilot, you will not leave that helicopter for any reason. You must remember that other lives are at stake. I have told Captain Simpson that he is in charge and if you do not stay or try to argue he has my permission to handcuff you to the helicopter."

He looked from his grandmother to his father, he had forgotten Harry and Megan were in the room. "I understand, let me say goodbye to the children and I will be ready."

As William went into the garden, Charles turned to his mother, "Are you sure about this? What if he is captured?"

"If something happens to her, he will never forgive himself, he is a grown man and I have a feeling he will do as he's been told. He doesn't have to actually rescue her, but he needs to feel hes done something. " Honestly she wondered if it was a wise decision but Philip had convinced her.

William stood a moment watching them play, he walked to where Louis was crawling on a blanket. Louis looked so much like Kate it took his breath away. Since Louis was only a baby he could be honest. "Sweet boy, mummy is in danger but I am going to get her back. We need her don't we? I just cannot do this alone. I love you pumpkin." He kissed his cheek and gave him a cuddle. "Georgie, Lottie come here please."

"Daddy has to go on a quick trip in the helicopter but I will be back as soon as I can. Be good and help Maria with Louis." He said hugging them both tight.

George looked around, "Where is mummy? She said she would be here when we got home from school."

William hated lying, but he didn't want George to worry. "She was delayed, but she sends her love and will be home soon."

Across town, Catherine lay her phone down, a while ago she had gotten her hands free. They had left her phone out, so she had turned it on knowing the GPS would work. She hoped it was on long enough to get help and then turned it back off. She hadn't dare try to call. She put her hands behind her back as she heard footsteps down the hall. Please God let someone find me, she prayed.

The chopper was ready, William met the team and jumped in the pilot seat. The coordinates showed a warehouse still inside London city limits.

Andrew Simpson watched him, he was there with two more teammates, not a large number but if there Intel was right it was all they needed. He hoped Catherine could hold her own and not go to pieces. "Your highness" he began but was cut off by "You are going to save my wife's life please call me Will."

"Very well, Will tell me about your children? Trust me, right now you are paralyzed in fear for your wife but trust me talking about your children helps." Andrew Simpson had been through similar situations in war.

William nodded and cleared his throat, "My little girl, Lottie, people always say there's a bond between fathers and daughters and I never knew how right they were until we had her. She is our little darling, but dont let her fool you mischievous is her middle name. She is a little mother to Louis, loves to see what he is up to and help Kate with him." He was surprised to feel himself relaxing. "Louis is my baby, he is the happiest boy in the world. He looks so much like Kate. George boy he is a scamp, he really keeps us on our toes has since he was born really tests the limits sometimes but you won't find a bigger heart." He became lost in thought thinking of them, of George bringing home baby animals he swore were lost or hurt and needed care.

As they got close, Captain Andrew Simpson asked him to stay and he nodded as he landed near the warehouse. He had a weapon and knew how to shoot. "If you have a gun give it to her, she is skilled at shooting."

He watched as the team ran towards the warehouse. It killed him to stay but he knew he would be more of a hindrance than a help. Please God she has to be okay.

Catherine heard the gunshots, she tried to get a low as she could. She prayed someone was coming. Rick grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back holding a gun to her head. "I will blow your brains out princess." He sneered.

There was a pop and he fell, she looked in horror as blood poured around him. "Your highness, I am Captain Andrew Simpson, let's get out of here. Will said you could shoot, please carry this. Anything happens keep running when you get outside you'll hear the chopper run to it."

Kate nodded and grabbed her phone, she didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.

The chopper was in the parking lot next door and she saw with a gasp her husband sitting inside.

Will turned to look, he almost couldn't believe it, he jumped from the helicopter and ran to her, "Kate oh baby thank God you are okay!" He held her in his arms until he realized there was an audience and he needed to get her to safety.

When Catherine woke up she knew she was in the hospital, she heard the beeping from the machine next to her. She looked over and saw William on the phone. When he saw her he hung up, "Hey baby how are you? They are going to release you soon. You have been asleep over 48 hours."

While she had slept William had finally taken a moment to look at her, he saw the bruises on her face and her cut lip. Her wrists were raw and bloody, rage filled him. If the scum wasn't head he would kill him.

Now she was awake and kept watching him, "The children?" He smiled of course she was more concerned about them.

"George knows a bad man hurt you but that I and a team of soldiers rescued you. Charlotte knows you were hurt but okay. Louis is blissfully unaware of anything." Will had told the kids that morning when Pippa had come to stay with Kate.

Tears filled her eyes, "oh Billy I was so scared. I thought I would never see you and the children again." She cried clinging to him.

"I know sweetheart, I was scared too but you are safe now. I love you always." They held one another as dawn broke. The bruises would fade but together they could overcome anything.

A/N hope y'all liked it!

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Recap/review 14.13: “Lebanon”

THEN: They hit me right in the face with gorgeous young 1.01 Dean saying "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days" and beautiful baby 1.01 Sam saying "we've got work to do" and we end with 14.12 and Sam furiously punching his brother and then furiously hugging him and Dean saying "let's go home" and does anything else matter? No.

NOW: We see the reflection of Sam and Dean walking up to a pawn shop, with a nice selection of guitars and sunglasses and that weird monkey that was in Rocky's Bar. The proprietor seems friendly enough. Dean flashes him a wad of hundred dollar bills because they're looking for "the really good stuff." This gains them admittance into a secret back room full of things hunters would be interested in, including a hockey mask (?) and a perfume atomizer full of dragon's breath. They tell the guy they're looking for the skull of a specific woman who was executed during the Salem witch trials, and the fact that he has it basically proves that he killed the friend of theirs who previously owned it. (Also Sam picks up a teddy bear and starts to pull the string to make it speak and the guys warns him not to and this is Dean's role, isn't it, messing with things he shouldn't be messing with? But I don't care because chastized Sam and eye-rolly Dean are precious to me.)

Sam goes through a ledger of the guy's inventory and says he's got a lot of occult objects that they should take with them. (Dean plays with the dragon's breath. Sam ducks and flinches and does the really, Dean? thing with his hands and face. I laugh again.) Dean agrees they should take the stuff home.

Title card!

The Impala zooms past a sign welcoming us to Lebanon, Geographical Center of the USA. Then we find ourselves in front of a movie theater showing Beetlejuice and Hell Hazers (All Saints' Day is coming soon, and I imagine Route 666 can't be far behind), where a group of teenagers is talking about... somebody. "People say they're brothers," a kid in a knit cap says, "but all I know is, I was standing right here, and I heard this bam from the trunk of their car. And then, this like, shallow breathing." I'm pretty sure this is a fake-out, and it will turn out he's talking about someone else, but the Impala pulls up in front of the theater and Knit Cap Kid says "that's them!"

As the Winchesters get out of the car and enter a liquor store (decorated with that Family Business neon sign from Rocky's), Sam is still reading the ledger, which lists things like a hangman's rope, fairy dust, and John Wayne Gacy's cigar box. Well, that's oddly specific! The guy working there greets the "Campbell brothers" and knows their usual order. Oh, wow. I love that they're actually known in Lebanon, and that they're going by Campbell. And we know that actual Lebanon, Kansas is too small to have a movie theater or this much business downtown, but I'm happy to handwave that.

What do you mean, "happy to handwave that?" You're always complaining about the inaccuracies regarding tiny Lebanon having traffic cams and whatnot.

Well, maybe this episode just MAKES ME HAPPY, okay?

Anyway. Sam thinks cataloguing the confiscated items would be a good way to take Dean's mind off "things," but Dean's pretty convinced nothing will ever take his mind off that.

Outside, the teens are asking where the guys even come from, and what about their weird trenchcoat-wearing sidekick, and "that kid with the dumb Bambi look on his face all the time" (!) One girl says that, whatever the deal is with these guys, they do have an awesome car, and no one can argue with that. And the other girl, Max, who seems to smitten with the first girl, gets an idea.

Inside, Sam has discovered something significant in the ledger - the "beyzoo" (no, I know that's not how you spell it), which is one of eight ancient Chinese treasures. A pearl that gives you "what your heart desires." Oooh, getting rid of Michael, maybe? But as the guys are discussing this, Dean sees the Impala drive by the window. Guess Max figured out how to impress that other girl! (BTW, there are couple of COOL old trucks on the street.)

The guys see Knit Cap Kid standing on the sidewalk looking confused, and while Sam tells him the car is dangerous to whoever stole it, Dean looks like he wants to murder someone. And yet the Winchesters are confused when the kid says he doesn't want to die. (Or get locked in the trunk!) He says Max is new and he doesn't know where she lives. Dean raises a fist, but Sam pulls him away.

MURDER. I'D MURDER THEM.

Post office. There's a poster of stamps featuring old cars behind the customer service counter. I'm really getting my old truck fix tonight. Sam comes in with his sweet anxious smile and asks for help finding the girl who washed his car, since he forgot to tip her. Post Office Lady is not amused or helpful, or the least bit swayed by his sweet anxious smile. Then Dean comes in and calls her by name and asks about her grandson and she MELTS and he gets sincere and puts his hand on hers and she does exactly what I would do, which is offer up ANYTHING YOU WANT, ANYTHING AT ALL, WOULD YOU LIKE MY SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER WHILE I'M AT IT? Unfortunately, all she knows is where Max's mother works.

SAM’S FACE.

(Sidebar: Have I mentioned that Sam is wearing that nice blue jacket from the episode where he killed the alpha vampire? I like it. Toss that stupid orange jacket, Sam, and wear this more often. And Dean's wearing the black jacket that I always love.)

At the restaurant where Max's mom works, we learn that she has no idea where her daughter is, because she was supposed to be in school. But the guy working in the kitchen knows February 7 is Skip Day (is it always February 7? what about when that falls on a weekend?) and that she'll probably be at a party at this old house on Route 36. (Yes, I did confirm that Route 36 is just outside of Lebanon. Yes, I did use Mapquest. I'm old school up in here, y'all.)

Party house. The little batch of delinquents has taken all the boxes of occult objects out of the Impala for some reason. Including the evil teddy bear. Luckily, someone announces "pizza's here" before a girl pulls the teddy bear's string. At some point I've got to find out what would happen if you pulled it. Fic it for me, friends! (Also, I just noticed the teddy bear's mouth is SEWN SHUT and that's not creepy AT ALL.) The camera slowly pans to a wooden box, and we watch the lid open to reveal a smoky/dusty ghost hand. With a ruffled sleeve. Uh oh.

Knit Cap Kid runs in to warn the partiers that "those guys" are looking for Max, and he's told to chill. Another teen goes into the bathroom, where the mirror frosts over and then the CREEPIEST CLOWN EVER comes out of it. Seriously, creepier than the clown in Plush, which you wouldn't think was possible.

The Winchesters pull up in yet another antique truck, where Dean greets his car with "Baby, Baby, please tell me you're not hurt." Sam's more concerned about the boxes of dangerous occult objects missing from the back seat. Ghost Kid comes running outside and the girl following him tells the brothers that he saw a clown ghost that tried to kill him. Maybe it's my imagination, or maybe Sam has a flash of crap, a killer clown ghost expression before they run into the house.

Dean announces they're FBI and everyone needs to get out, now. Once the room is cleared, he asks if "anything screams clown to you?" Sam immediately notices John Wayne Gacy's cigar box and guys, I'm ashamed to say I didn't put the two together until now. The killer clown ghost is John Wayne Gacy. And Sam is freaked the fuck out about it. "We should burn that right now," Dean says, in a lovely holding-in-the-freakout way, and Sam rushes to throw it into the fireplace. Then Dean says "I mean, this is like a best worst thing that's ever happened, because you love serial killers, but you hate clowns" and I'm DEAD. (I'm also loving TWO gifts from the Continuity Fairy in once sentence.) The lights start flashing before Sam can get his lighter lit, and then the killer clown ghost shows up and tosses Dean around. Knit Cap Kid and the girls run back inside just in time to watch John Wayne Gacy's ghost go up in flames. So the kids get the "monsters are real" speech and are told to keep it secret.

Back at the bunker, Sam's going through the occult goodies and thinks he found the magic pearl. Dean's ready to use it right now, and dismisses Sam's suggestion that they call Mary or Cas. If it doesn't work, he doesn't want to have gotten their hopes up. Sam looks distressed at the idea it won't work, but agrees. The pearl doesn't come with any instructions, so Sam suggests Dean hold it and concentrate on what his heart desires. "Michael out of my head," Dean says, and I'd have been more specific. I'd have concentrated on Michael out of my head and destroyed, and me perfectly fine, but, well, what do I know?

(Also, I KNOW all you Wincest and Destiel fans are gonna have your own ideas about what - or who - appears in front of Dean when he’s granted what his heart desires. This setup is better than sex pollen. Have fun, my kinky little friends.)

Dean clutches the pearl and concentrates, and the lights flash and then go out, and in the red emergency light we see someone in the bunker. Someone fighty, who knocks both brothers down and then pulls out a shotgun and says "don't you move," but it's a familiar voice and then the lights come on and what do you know? Winchester Surprise!

So, was anybody truly surprised? I covered the guest stars on first viewing, as I always try to do, but I noticed on rewatch that they didn't even credit JDM at the beginning of the episode. Which they sometimes do, to avoid spoilers. And yet. Has there been a single episode of this series that was more spoiled? I don't think so.

(Sidebar: What do you think would have happened if Sam had taken the pearl and made a wish? I think Michael would be gone. Because I don't think there's anything Sam wants more than saving his brother.)

Back to our story. Everyone is shocked. John thinks Sam should be in Palo Alto, apparently in his 14th year of post graduate work. He thinks he's still in 2003, and he doesn't notice his boys are older. And they apparently don't notice that his hair is very short and a lot greyer than it was when we last saw him. (I mean, really, they slapped a wig on Samantha Smith to make her look like The Last Version Of Mary, so why couldn't they do the same thing with JDM? It's distracting.) Sam figures they must have accidentally summoned John from the past. So they do what one does in this situation - sit down and drink.

John's astonished. Dean's proud. Sam's visibly anxious. We don't get to see exactly how much of the backstory they tell him, but they do tell him about the apocalypse and Lucifer and living with "an angel and Lucifer's kid." And now John thinks he died "taking out Yellow Eyes," which... not really? But okay. And they don't tell him Mary's back, until he mentions her and Sam's, all, yeah, about Mom, and then she comes in and John hears her voice and tears up and dammit. This reunion is everything I didn't think I ever wanted. I mean, I've made no secret of the fact that I'm not a fan of John Winchester. He's a fascinating character and JDM does a great job with him, but he's such an awful father (don't bother arguing with me, you will not change my mind) that I can't really like him. And I'm not too impressed with resurrected Mary, either. But when these two come together... damn. It's good. It's very good. Well done, you two.

I love that the boys give them some privacy, because it's been over a decade since John saw them, but it's been even longer since he saw his dead wife, and this should really be a John and Mary reunion.

Out in the hall, Dean's gleeful and Sam's all, how the hell did this happen? Dean explains that he's wanted this since he was four years old (oh, my heart) but Sam warns that messing with time will not end well. I don't actually remember Sam being that concerned about the unintended consequences of time travel, but I'm sure there's a good reason he's bringing it up now. Dean doesn't care. Dean just wants one family dinner together (oh, my heart again, remembering his one last dinner with Mary).

Sam, sans Dean, runs into John in the library, because Mary's off making a shopping list and he decided he'd rather examine the bunker than be involved in that I guess? Okay. But then this happens.

I screwed up with you a lot, didn't I?

No, that's okay.

No, it's not. Sammy, tell me the truth.

I don't want to talk about that.

You didn't have a problem talking about it before you left.

Dad. For me, that fight, that was a lifetime ago. I don't even remember what I said. I mean, yeah, you know, you did some messed-up things. But I don't... I mean, when I think about you... and I think about you a lot... I don't think about our fights. I think about you... I think about you on the floor of that hospital, and I think about how I never got to say goodbye.

Sam. Son. I am so sorry.

I'm sorry too. But you did your best, Dad. You fought for us, and you loved us. And that's enough.

OH MY GOD. This is everything I ever wanted.

1. John admitting he was a crap parent to Sam.

2. Sam trying to sidestep that - because he's Sam Winchester and that's what he does - and John not letting him.

3. Sam finally calling him out instead of just saying nah, it's fine.

4. John calling him Sammy.

5. Sam pointing out that he didn't get a goodbye from John. (Did he ever find out that Dean got praise and an apology?)

6. John apologizing.

7. Sam forgiving him.

8. "And I think about you a lot."

9. The way Sam keeps having to stop talking and look away and make that little "hmmm" noise.

10. And the tears.

10b. The way Sam tears up even before The Talk, when he remembers them as kids trying to make Winchester Surprise.

11. The shaky voice.

12. And Sam's shirt.

13. And the way Sam's expression looks so much like his expression in Sacrifice, when he tells Dean that his confession was about how he let his brother down.

This, right here, is two minutes and 24 seconds of the best television I've ever seen. I don't care what else this episode does, this 2:24 is worth it. And yes, this is three weeks in a row that Jared Padalecki has ripped my heart out of my chest and STOMPED ON IT.

And I love it.

Meanwhile, Dean gets the shopping list from Mary. Sam finds him and tells him he's right, because Sam also just got everything he ever wanted, and then offers to go shopping with him. (Saaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmm!!!!!!!)

When they get to town, the guys split up - Sam to the grocery store, Dean to the liquor store. Dean's surprised to see the liquor store guy, the one who remembered his "usual" earlier in the day, has no idea who he is. If Dean had ever seen "It's a Wonderful Life," he might say this is just like when George Bailey goes into Martini's Bar and isn't recognized. But apparently Dean Winchester, pop culture aficionado, has never seen that movie (no, I haven't gotten over that, and I never will) so he doesn't recognize a classic uh oh, we changed the course of history moment when he experiences it.

Meanwhile, Sam steps out of the grocery store and finds that neither Max nor the postal clerk recognize him. And then he sees a wanted poster in the post office window. Dean Winchester, wanted for assault, murder, and credit card fraud. Whoops! He trots to the car, where Dean is waiting, and tells him they have a problem. "Yeah, we do," says Dean. "Check this out."

He shows Sam his phone and it's a video of SAM IN GLASSES AND A BLACK TURTLENECK AND SLICKED BACK HAIR GIVING A TED TALK. HE RUNS A LAW FIRM AND LOVES KALE. IT IS THE SECOND MOST AMAZING THING I'VE SEEN TONIGHT.

HE'S STEVE JOBS.

So, those of you who were spoiled... did you know about this? Or did they actually keep THIS AMAZING THING under wraps?

Sam Jobs tells his audience that being your best leaves no time for hobbies or a family, and Sam has seen enough. He tells Dean about the wanted poster, and Dean says yes, of course he googled himself too ("a lot of beheadings," hee!!!) and wonders if there are alternate versions of them running around. Sam thinks it's a "temporal paradox," and time is self-correcting, changing to the new one. If they don't fix things, they'll become those alternate versions of themselves. "Well, I'm cool," Dean says, "but you're, ugh." Sam's less worried about them, and more worried about what else might have changed.

(Sidebar: You know, I could quibble about why bringing John forward in time has such a significant butterfly effect, but bringing Mary back, and their other time travel, and Henry's time travel, changed nothing. I absolutely could. But I choose not to, because SAM JOBS, Y'ALL. But okay, let's think about it. 2003 John would have disappeared while Sam was at Stanford. Dean wouldn't have gone to get Sam. Or Sam would have refused to go. Maybe the hurt on both sides was still too fresh. Maybe that's why Dean's hunting alone, and Sam's an internet-famous lawyer.)

What else has changed, you might ask? How about ZACHARIAH? That's right, my favorite angel is back. And with him is ORIGINAL FLAVOR CAS WITH HIS FLUFFY HAIR AND THINGS JUST KEEP GETTING BETTER AND BETTER. Zachariah calls him "Constantine" and Castiel says "I don't understand that reference" and THANK YOU BABY JESUS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID TO DESERVE THIS, BUT THANK YOU. They enter Max's mom's restaurant and ask who's been messing with time. (Because she would know?) And if they don't start talking, he'll have Cas murder all of them. "My name is Castiel," he intones solemnly. "I'm an angel of the Lord." YES YOU ARE. He reveals himself like he did to Dean (no, not like that, jeez) with the shadow wings. Outside, the Winchesters see the bright light of an angelic reveal coming through the restaurant windows, and they know something's up.

They herd everyone out of the restaurant, and are shocked to see Cas and Zachariah. Zachariah is equally surprised to see them. He says they had big plans for the Winchesters, but then their father disappeared and... and he doesn't finish, so we'll never know why yoinking John out of 2003 changed any of that vessel stuff. (Handwave!) Cas, of course, doesn't know them, and when Zachariah orders him to kill them, he complies.

Dean pulls out an angel blade but is, of course, unwilling to actually kill Cas, so he starts hitting him with other things. And Cas, for whatever reason, doesn't just put a finger on his forehead and kill him dead. (Handwave!) Zachariah chokes Sam and asks him what they did, even though he can't talk because he's choking (handwave!) and Sam acts like he's trying to speak so Zachariah gets closer to hear him, and Sam stabs him with an angel blade. Cas continues fistfighting with both of them, and slams Sam head-first into a table a couple of times, leaving him spitting blood on the floor. Which Sam uses to paint an angel-banishing sigil while Cas is choking Dean. Smart Sam for the win!

Bunker. Pretty bruised Dean has explained the temporal paradox, and John accepts that he has to go back, or else Mary will probably disappear. "Okay," he says. "I mean, me versus your mom, that's not even a choice." DAMMIT JOHN WINCHESTER DO NOT MAKE ME CARE ABOUT YOU. Elsewhere, pretty bruised Sam explains it to Mary, and tells her John won't remember anything.

John tells Dean he never meant Dean to have this kind of life. He's proud of him, but he hoped he'd be able to have a normal life, with a family. "I have a family," Dean says. They sit down and have one final family meal together, and everyone's quiet and sad until John points out that they can either think about what's going to happen, or appreciate what they have right now. They cheer up and listen to Bob Seger (well, we listen to Bob Seger) and talk and laugh and have the family dinner Dean has always wanted.

Later, while doing the dishes, Sam says how unfair it is that they all had this and then have to throw it away, and John has to go back to being Dad. He thinks it would be nice for John to go back knowing what he knows now. "I used to think that too," Dean says, and admits that he's blamed both John and Mary for their crappy lives. And if they could send him back to 2003, or even earlier, maybe none of the crap would happen. "But here's the problem. Who does that make us? Would we be better off? Maybe. But I gotta be honest, I don't know who that Dean Winchester is. And I'm good with who I am. I'm good with who you are."

Later. Mary and John are holding hands, and I guess they're doing the thing now. I'd hoped they'd at least let these two have one last roll in the hay (especially since I'm pretty sure Mobby is permanently done after this), but no. They have a very sweet goodbye and their sons are brokenhearted and I am too. John tells his boys to take care of each other and Sam says "we always do." That's a nice change from telling Dean to take care of Sam, isn't it? He tells them both (BOTH) that he's proud of them and loves them, and they have a three-way hug and Sam wipes his eyes and Dean says "love you too" and I REALLY CAN'T, BOYS, YOU HAVE TO STOP. Then John takes Mary's hand again and Sam crushes the pearl (why does Sam have to be the one to do it?) and John glows and then fades away.

We get a quick glimpse of downtown Lebanon returning to normal, and the three teens talking about how cool it is that "those guys hunt monsters," and then we're back to the bunker. Cas walks in the door and sees the remaining Winchesters, obviously distressed, and asks what happened. "Well, there's a story," says Dean.

And finally, we see the Impala WITH HER ORIGINAL KANSAS PLATE. John's asleep in the driver's seat when he gets a phone call from Dean. "No, I'm okay, I just had one hell of a dream. No, it was a good one."

GUYS. GUYS.

When I heard there was going to be a musical episode for the 200th, I was sure it would suck. When I heard about the Scooby Doo crossover, I cringed, because I knew it would be awful. WHY AM I ALWAYS SO WRONG.

Eh, who cares why. Let's just appreciate what we were given. Happy 300, my friends. Here's to 300 more.

(Please help me stay unspoiled for future episodes, thanks!)

#spn #recap #tv recaps #14.13 #things that make my heart hurt #sam winchester #dean winchester #john winchester #mary winchester

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2nd Audition Day

Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,554 Summary: The quartet find themselves auditioning for the Sing In May once again. Actually twice.

Day Festival masterlist.

Warning: semi-proofread

hello! so i was able to write another part this whole thing. still though nothing concrete and it’s called Day Festival just to make it easier. other than that, not sure when another part will be revealed and how developed this will be, but enjoy it! so yeah happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Where is she?" Melanie asked while looking around for Gina for the nth time.

The quartet were waiting in the Student Council's break room for their friend to show up since Gina messaged them a few days ago after the events of the Black Day Festival about an urgent manner concerning the Sing In May event and needed to discuss details. They wondered what kind of discussion needed to be address since Gina wouldn't disclosed the information over text message. Then again, Serena declined in helping, but the twins persisted in persuading her to listen to what their friend had to say.

"It's a Saturday and I should be sleeping in. Not waiting to hear what Gina has to say about the Sing In May."

Serena groaned as she rested her arms on the table and placed her head on them.

"Why does everything have to be so early?"

"Because it's all for a good cause."

Gina announced as she entered the room with another person in tow which the quartet recognized instantly.

"Natty! Hi!"

They greeted her as Natty greeted them back with a cheerful tone. Gina looked between them confused.

"Y'all know one another?"

"Yeah."

They answered at the same time as Gina nodded with a smile.

"That makes it so much easier then. Cool."

"What do you mean by that?" Jasmine inquired before connecting it.

"Ah, this is where the discussion talk comes into play, huh?"

"Yes."

Gina explained the situation.

"Natty was supposed to have performed in the first auditions, but something happened and she missed out with her original group. Because the original group is already listed to perform as is this makes her unable to be added to that group."

"So how do we come in to play?" Katherine asked with a suspicious tone.

"Well, the Sing In May is having a second audition to fill up the remaining time slots which were unaccounted for as well as the fact that several acts dropped out a few days after the results were announced."

Gina glanced at them expectantly.

"Well, Natty's a dear junior to me and y'all know her as well, so I was hoping y'all could assist her for her audition later today."

"Seriously? Later today?"

Melanie questioned with a scoff.

"You want us to prepare in less than a day?"

"Well, true that it's less than a day as the second auditions start in a few hours, but it's until six or seven in the evening. Anyways, the four of you are more like back-up dancers and back-up singers in a sense compare to being a full vocal team. It'll make sense later. Besides, y'all already know the song and have practiced it before. That will definitely cut down on the practicing part, but more importantly, Natty really wants to try out and give it ago this year. So please?"

"So the group performed without you?" Serena asked directing her attention towards Natty.

"Did you know?"

Natty nodded.

"I did. I told them to go for it without me, but Gina noticed I was still glum about it and said she would help me out some way."

"Some way that's right."

Gina chuckled knowing what Serena was hinting at.

"Wait, are we allowed to do that?" Melanie asked before continuing. "We're already a group and a part of the event already?"

"You can participate as many times as you want, but as long as you're able to juggle between performances."

Serena eyed Gina suspiciously.

"If that's possible, then why don't the other people she was supposed to be with aid her instead?"

"I asked them already, but they declined. They wouldn't be able to work on two performances while school is still in session and wanted to focus on only one since they're already accepted."

"Wow, some friends."

Serena looked at the other three with a reluctant gaze as they shot a knowing look at Gina who grinned.

"So y'all are in?"

"We're in." Jasmine confirmed getting into leader mode even though she didn't need to.

"Great!"

Gina beamed while bringing out a bag from somewhere which neither of them noticed as the quartet groaned while Natty seemed puzzled.

"I got some goodies for y'all, too!"

Luckily they didn't have to wear it until they auditioned. The quintet went to practice in an empty room thanks to Gina and after an hour did the quartet leave Natty alone to practice on her own as Gina wanted to speak with the the quartet for another discussion. They learned that it was for another schoolmate with a similar situation as Natty, but for different reason.

"This is Jyurie. She's auditioning later this even, but she was supposed to perform with her group of friends. Something happened and they all bailed on her at the last second and formed another group without her instead." Gina explained the situation.

"They made another group without you?" Katherine questioned with an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry, Jyurie."

"Wait a minute."

Melanie interjected while looking over at Gina instead of Jyurie.

"What are those?"

"These?"

Gina held up the clothing with a secretive grin.

"To help her as well."

"How?"

"Hold on. Let's get to that later." Jasmine intervened before looking over at Jyurie.

"Can I ask why your friends made a new group without you?"

"Did something happened?" Serena inquired.

"I mean, it's kinda drastic if they abandoned you and didn't bother sticking around."

Jyurie looked at her feet while answering.

"We were supposed to perform for the first auditions, but things came up. When we found out about the second auditions we were excited and started practicing the same routine, but then came yesterday and they told me they wanted to do it as five instead of six."

"That's pretty last minute and highly rude."

Serena commented with a frown.

"Did something else happen?"

"There has to be more to it than just that." Melanie spoke in a firm tone.

"If you don't mind, then please tell us the truth."

Jyurie's attention was still on her feat as Gina patted her on the back in support before explaining in her place.

"It was mainly about a guy that caused this whole issue."

The quartet scoffed.

"Seriousy?"

The pair nodded as the four shook their heads.

"Of all things," Katherine huffed in annoyance, "You're gonna throw friendship away so easily."

"It's really my own fault though." Jyurie admitted while speaking in a softer tone and looked up at the quartet.

"I didn't tell them that the guy and I grew up together and became really close since our older sisters grew up with one another, too, but the others all assume I went behind their back to get his attention for my own without knowing the whole story. "

"He's a well-known guy on campus, huh?" Jasmine guessed with a sure thought.

Jyurie nodded as Gina revealed his identity.

"It's Taeyong."

"Wow, really? The Lee Taeyong" Jasmine gasped in surprise.

"But he's such a friendly guy and is like cool with everyone. Everyone likes him, especially Serena."

"I do not. I hardly know the guy." Serena disagreed with a firm look as Jasmine chuckle.

"Right. Anyways, you need better friends, Jyurie."

"It's hard." Jyurie admitted. "The other girls I've known for a while, too, but I guess our bond wasn't that strong."

She looked at Gina and the other four.

"Unlike the five of you."

"You're a good friend, Jyurie." Gina assured the female while pulling her into a hug.

"Well, since you're a good friend of Gina, then you're a good friend of ours, too."

Melanie spoke with the other three agreeing.

"Thank you." Jyurie thanked them with a thankful smile as she bowed. "I appreciate that."

Jyurie lifted her head while playing with her fingers.

"I really want to participate, but because it's so last minute I don't know what song to do or what name to go by."

"What's the name of your previous group and what song were y'all gonna perform?" Serena questioned.

"The Pretty Pink Avengers is the name while the song is Into the New World."

"Cool. We've done this song before, but never performed it in person and I love me a good revenge trick."

Serena looked at Jyurie with determination.

"We're gonna make them regret to throw you away so easily and that you'll shine on without them."

"Yes!" Katherine cheered, but then looked over at Serena with a smirk.

"Are you sure you don't like to sing and dance?"

"Shut up."

"Anyways," Melanie brought the attention to the situation at hand, "We're gonna perform twice today. One with Natty and the other with Jyurie. What happens if both performances get chosen?"

"Then that means we're in the Sing In May three times." Jasmine answered with an obvious tone.

Gina grinned knowing how it was going to turn out.

"Lovely. I know y'all would help out."

The four eyed Gina, but smiled at Jyurie with encouragement.

"Cool, here are the outfits and the group's name has been decided, too. Now go practice. Perhaps, Jyurie and Natty will become good friends by the end of the day, too."

"One, two," Jasmine began with the other four following suit, "We're Natty and the Bear Gang! Hello!"

The girls introduced themselves one by one while wearing their designated Care Bear onesie.

"I'm Natty Bear." Natty introduced herself happily while wearing a Cheer Bear onesie.

"I'm Katty Bear."

Katherine waved with both hands while wearing a Share Bear onesie.

"I'm Melly Bear."

Melanie threw out finger hearts while wearing a Bedtime Bear onesie.

"I'm Serry Bear."

Serena made peace signs while wearing a Good Luck Bear onesie.

"And I'm Jazzy Bear."

Jasmine said while wearing a Funshine Bear onesie as she moved along with the song.

"We'll be performing Only One alongside Natty and so please watch over us kindly, especially Natty as she's our main performer."

The quintet got into formation soon after and performed like they hadn't just practice a few hours ago with Natty taking front and center. Natty shined brightly with the aid of the quartet without taking away her spotlight. The performance came to an end with claps following after.

"Thank you so much, Natty and the Bear Gang."

Haji thanked them with a kind smile.

"We're glad for your participation in our second auditions for the Sing In May. Would anyone like to say anything before dismissing the group?"

Aaron raised his hand before speaking with an amused face.

"Will you guys be wearing this outfit if you guys are confirmed to perform?"

"No." Jasmine responded with a laugh.

"We'll be wearing something else. This was just for today's performance."

"Oh, bummer. These are quite fun despite the song's meaning and feeling."

Aaron laughed with Jenny nudging him while raising her hand to speak next.

"I agree, too, since the group's name fits. Anyways, Dohyun's too shy to as-"

"I'm not shy." Dohyun interrupted a bit sheepish.

"I was just gonna wait until after auditions."

"Sure you were."

Jenny continued as Dohyun sighed.

"Anyways, where did y'all buy those? Besides Dohyun, I've been wanting one since I saw y'all wearing them."

"You can ask President Gina about them." Katherine replied.

"She lent them to us."

"Awesome. I'm done now."

"Anyone else?"

Haji glanced at her fellow judges with no one else wanting to talk.

"Alright, ladies. You'll be notify if you're chosen and thank you for participating today." Haji informed them before dismissing them.

"Please enjoy the rest of your day. Thank you."

"Thank you."

Natty and the Bear Gang thanked the committee as they bowed before walking off and returning their gear to the staff. They were later met with Jyurie waiting for them backstage. She was already in her outfit consisting of a light blue two-button polo shirt designed as a crop top with a white mid-thigh skort, knee-high white socks, and white sneakers.

"You guys were superb!" Jyurie exclaimed with a clap.

"Also very cute."

"Thank you, Jyurie!" Natty thanked first with a shy laugh.

"You're going to do amazing with these four as well. Good luck!"

"Thank you, Natty, and me, too."

"Stay calm, but we just need to change and we'll be back." Jasmine informed Jyurie who nodded.

"One, two," Jasmine once again started the introduction as de facto leader with the other four following suit, "We're Jyurie's Perfect Blue! Hello!"

Just like earlier and always the girls introduced themselves one by one with Jasmine being last, yet Jyurie was the only one retaining her actual name.

"I'm Jyurie Blue." Jyurie introduced herself with a few giggles

"I'm Teal Blue."

Melanie waved with one hand and threw out a finger heart with the other.

"I'm Artic Blue."

Serena did a two-finger mock salute.

"I'm Cerulean Blue."

Katherine posed with a double peace sign while chuckling.

"And I'm Sky Blue."

Jasmine said with a grin as she moved along with the song.

"We'll be performing Into the New World and so please watch over us kindly, especially our lovely center and main vocal, Jyurie."

The quintet got into formation soon after and performed like they hadn't just practice a few hours ago either, but more importantly, Jyurie was enjoying herself and she had fun performing with her new four friends and knowing another friend was cheering them on. Plus, she got loud cheers when she hit them high notes later on. Soon they posed when the song came to an end with loud cheers and claps as they awaited for the judges to dismiss them.

"Thank you so much, Jyurie's Perfect Blue." Haji thanked them with an eager smile.

"That was really fun to watch! Thanks for the performance."

She glanced at the rest of the committee with none of them having something to ask, but just a lot of praises for their performance. Haji turned her attention back onto the quintet.

"Well, that's that. Thank you for participating and you'll be notify if you're chosen. Please enjoy the rest of your day and thank you again.

"Thank you." Jyurie's Perfect Blue thanked the committee as they bowed before walking off.

The group along with Natty returned to the Student Council's break room to change and discuss their experiences. Soon enough both Jyurie and Natty became fast friends that the quartet suggested for the two to hang out on their own to get to know one another better. As for the quartet they relaxed in the break room and discussed where they should eat since it was now two in the afternoon.

"Forget food. I'm more curious about Jyurie's relationship with Taeyong." Jasmine suddenly brought up as the other three looked at her.

"I'm sure they're just friends and nothing romantic." Serena commented not really caring.

"True." Katherine agreed while Melanie eyed Jasmine knowingly.

"I think Jasmine just wants to use this as a stepping stone to get closer to Johnny."

"What? Y'all think so lowly of me like that."

"No, but I know you're scheming to set something up for me though."

Serena eyed her friend as Jasmine shot her a mischievous smirk before returning back to the previous topic.

"Anyways, it's not like that. I meant the whole thing if her so-called friends were friends with her for a while and barely just learned that she's friends with Taeyong, don't y'all think they would have known?"

"Not really. The two of you didn't know that we were close to Ten, Lucas, and a few others."

Serena dismissed as she was still going through her phone of what to eat.

"Yeah, but that's because y'all didn't talk about it. Anyways, they just dropped her thinking she's going out with him."

"They're flakey." Melanie commented nonchalantly.

"I don't like them."

"Maybe that's the same thing that happened with Natty and hers." Katherine suggested as she, too, continued scrolling through her phone for food places.

"Although they just didn't want to focus on a second one, but they could've just helped and if they made it then all of them could've been in it."

"Yeah, maybe." Jasmine sighed.

Melanie re-directed the topic.

"Anyways, what happened with y'all's match from the Speed Date?"

"I deleted the e-mail, so I dunno." Serena answered as Katherine gasped.

"What? Why?"

"Not looking to date."

"But still. Would be nice to know who you matched with from NCT."

"Of course you would."

"Well, I didn't get matched with Johnny sadly." Jasmine sighed once more.

"So I'm giving up on that love line."

"Okay, this is getting depressing. Let's go out to eat." Melanie suggested.

"I'm hungry and we haven't ate since that snack Gina gave us after practice."

"Alright, let's dig in!"

Katherine announced after she finished taking pictures of her meal.

"You do a whole little video when a picture is good enough for me." Serena commented before eating a fry.

"True, but the video makes it more appealing than a picture."

"I love doing the boomerang the most." Melanie mentioned with a chuckle.

"Right."

Serena rolled her eyes at their antics, but relished in the food before her. While they were in the middle of their meal Gina had messaged them which Jasmine noticed and got the other three's attention.

"So, Gina wants us to return to school."

"Ugh. Why?"

Serena groaned while checking her phone.

"She said it's another emergency."

"If it's another group thing, then some of these people really need to find better friends." Melanie stated a bit annoyed.

"I mean, true," Katherine agreed, "But some times it's not bad to perform."

"You and Jasmine should've gone to those global auditions in the past and would've become an idol by now."

"We did, but family wouldn't let us."

"Wow."

"Anyways," Jasmine interjected, "It's not super urgent, but we should head back before it's four-thirty."

"I don't think that will give us enough time to practice the overall performance." Serena commented while still eating her fries.

"True, but let's hear her out and see what the situation is first."

"Fine."

"Y'know, I wasn't sure if she would be down for this or not."

Serena commented to the twins as the trio along with some members of NCT watched Melanie and Jaehyun sang their rendition of A Whole New World as a last minute addition to the audition.

"But the duet isn't that bad."

"I know, but I feel bad for Herin since she wanted to participate, but she caught the cold last minute." Katherine agreed with a slight frown.

"Poor girl."

"Well, if all goes well, then Herin will be able to participate in the final since Melanie went as 'Herin' and covered the upper part of her face, too." Jasmine explained with a smile.

"Besides, being this close to the NCT members is pretty overwhelming."

"We know you like it."

Katherine eyed her sister with a playful look before shooting the same look over at Serena. Serena caught her eye and scowled.

"Don't you dare say anything."

She watched the pair and hoped that it went well since both parties were wearing eye masks as to avoid Jaehyun's fangirls as well as keeping it on the down-low that Herin will take Melanie's place in the actual performance. Although if anyone actually paid attention, Melanie lacked the dimples that Herin had. Just then Serena glanced over her shoulder to see a few fangirls headed their way with crazed looks. She patted the twins.

"Hey, go get Melanie and run out of here. Um, so crazed girls are coming by and we need her to get off the stage."

"What about you?" They chimed.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about Melanie. Now go."

Serena pushed them towards Melanie as the pair interrupted Jaehyun and Melanie's performance while Serena charged towards the fangirls and basically clothesline them. The NCT members watched both scenes with collective 'ohs' going around when witnessing Serena and the other girls. Taeyong was shocked by the physical action and wasn't sure how to respond. Yuta and Ten on the other hand weren't.

"Ooh, Tachibana Reika take down!" Yuta cheered as Serena glared at her while making a shushing motion.

"Shh."

"Who's Tachibana Reika?" Johnny asked as he followed Yuta's line of sight to Serena.

"Serena?"

Ten confirmed with a nod.

"Yeah. She goes by a lot of alias and thinks she's some superstar."

Serena shushed him, too.

"Shh. I ain't no superstar, but y'all may wanna escape, too, from y'all fangirls. Sorry not sorry! Later!"

She ran past them with an evil laugh after knocking down a few more girls while trying to block them from rushing into the boys, herself, and her friends. The males watched for a moment longer until Gina and other student council committee involved themselves to handle the situation after learning from Jasmine and Katherine about what was going down when the commotion sounded. As for the quartet, they were already on their way off the stage and out of the auditorium with a confused Jaehyun. Anyways, near ten that night the quartet were notified by Gina that both Natty and Jyurie were accepted for the Sing In May. The quartet were glad, but knew that they'll have to practice three times as much. Thanks to Melanie, Herin and Jaehyun would be able to participate, too, despite what happened earlier in the day.

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inflagranteinnuendo · 6 years

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OK BUT FR: imagine being barba's co-counsel, and fob/dating on the downlow. get this: he has you wear vibrating panties while he delivers an opening statement. rest is up to y'alls, doing the Lord's work

aight [cracks knuckles] who’s ready to take the courtroom floor

>>> Read part 2 here

pre-scriptum nota bene 1: ok so i’m a die hard suits fan so excuse me while i shamelessly draw some inspiration from it

pre-scriptum nota bene 2: this got out of hand and is going to be a long one bear with me i promise it’s good

pre-scriptum nota bene 3: I’m canadian so let me know if i make glaring mistakes in describing american judicial processes

You thought passing 4L was the hardest obstacle you had had to overcome in your entire life until the bar exam. And then after that, the marathon, 7-part interview for the most cutthroat corporate firm in the state of New York, with a senior partner who sent you down to his friend the DA to get some litigation experience as an ADA. He’d told you to come back as a 3rd year associate when you’ve worked 50 cases from start to end and closed as many settlements –to learn when to settle and when to take a case to court.

Contract signed and sealed- you meet with his chum the DA, who recommended that you start assisting a senior ADA and then build a caseload of your own

you show up at Rafael Barba’s office dressed to the nines because you were technically representing the firm. He greets you without looking up from his files at first and tells you to fetch him a cup of coffee, please, but you graciously disregard his assholeyness out of the utterly sincere kindness of your heart and makes an aggressive approach to introduce yourself

Rafael Barba, senior ADA, does a double take at you when your handshake and credentials respectively crush his metacarpals and his preconceived ideas of how to treat a new colleague

You did not make it this far in this world, as a woman, to be dismissed

He blinks, then without missing a beat, gets you caught up on a high profile sexual harassment case

Disgruntled by his initial dismissal, you treat him with impeccable but cold professionalism. He notices, and to your utter delight, keeps buying you coffee because he was too proud to apologize

You make an efficient and increasingly seamless team -settling cases, arguing motions, taking depositions. There are days you were finishing each other’s sentences and communicating with eyebrows

In trial prep, you both work tirelessly, but you kept unholier hours than he did because this was your first actual, physical, non-mock-trial trial and you also wanted to impress Rafael for reasons you didn’t want to admit to yourself (yet)

One night he shuffles past you at 2am on his way home to find you groggily doing jury research “You’re still here? Go home. I’ll drive you, c’mon”

During the drive, you kept thinking of a juror you were convinced you didn’t challenge enough in voir dire and you blurt this out to Barba. The more you talked, the worse it seemed, and by the time he was in front of your house, you were hyperventilating because “ohmigod Rafael the victim”

Barba tells you to shut up and breathe and puts a steady hand on the back of your neck. You stare at him with wide eyes, your neck tingling, struggling to slow down your breathing

when you finally calm down, his hand was still round your neck.

the silence between the two of you now seemed different, charged, tense

He slowly wraps the hair at the base of your neck around his hand, watching your breathing deepen with careful eyes

he tugs.

you gasp.

your thighs draw inwards under your skirt in response to the sudden flare of heat between your legs

he slants his eyes down and watches you curl your toes

“You are going to invite me up,” Barba growls, “for retribution.”

You shiver. You do as he says.

And you spend the night literally receiving retribution.

He has you recite the opening statement you wrote as he mouths the corresponding words against your clit and slaps your inner thighs each time you get it wrong

He fucks you so hard for your screw-up that you have the shape of his fingers in Pantone shade #261 on your hips, the imprint of his teeth at the base of your neck, and the outline of his cock inside you

The next morning, as you make your way to the courtroom, you tell him that you can still feel him with every step you take

He pulls you into a conference room and barks at a poor clerk to vacate the premises before pushing you up against the wall

“For that,” he says against your lips, “you get to sit on this and watch me instead.”

He taps something against your chest. You look down.

Son of a bitch, it’s a vibrator.

and fuck, that’s a remote in his hands

And as he strides the length of the courtroom floor, hand in pocket, you close your eyes in dreaded anticipation.

the first pulse makes you jump in your chair.

Barba, unfazed, continues to use your own words to appeal to the jury’s humanity

the second pulse was strong enough to make you double over and you quickly make it seem like you are reading over your own notes

you can feel your wetness spreading across your underwear and you grit your teeth because before long, your skirt is soaked.

The bastard has his back to you the third time it happens.

You were sweating with the effort to keep yourself from coming

the judge notices, and interrupts Barba to ask you if you were alright.

You flush and can’t help but glance at your smug first chair. “Yes, thank you, your honour.”

It was not within the jurisdiction of the Supreme Court to hear you come, dammit.

His monologue over, Barba rounds back to your table and unbuttons his suit jacket before settling down. Under the table, he traces the hem of your skirt.

“Impressive,” he murmurs as the defense attorney begins to address the jury. “I don’t normally allow a puppy to clean up its own mess, but I might let you cross the rebuttal witness.”

and you fucking can’t get up when the judge calls for recess because your skirt has a wet spot in it so you leave with Barba’s suit jacket draped over you bye

>>> Read part 2 here

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#rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #Rafael barba HC #svu headcanon #christine writes shites #guys this reads like a fic #it got out of hand

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panic-angel3314 · 7 years

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And the Two Become One- Bucky Barnes x Reader: One-shot

A/N: This is the FIRST ever fanfic I was ever inspired to write. I've been sitting on it for AWHILE but with all the encouragement and support lately I've decided to finish it and polish it up. I'm really happy I could finally finish and post it for your viewing pleasure. Please forgive the smut if it sucks, I am still fairly new to it. I would really appreciate comments and feedback back no matter what the cause it really helps further my writing.

As always tagging my Babes @theworldiscolorful, @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury, @smolsassynalilsmartassy💋💋Thank you guys I love you all so much and you support and encouragement continues to inspire me every day.

Tags: @stay-wokke, @kingslayers-angel, @wechocolateflowercollection

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Widow/Avenger Reader

Summary: The reader is a former Widow turned Avenger who has been suffering from night terrors cause when her former Widow Instructors kidnapped her and tried to reprogram her. This a story of how the little spider found solace in a Super Soldier? Will the love ring true or will the little spider revert to a time when emotions were a weakness and loving someone was a liability? Follow the reader in quest for redamancy (A love returned in full)

Word Count: 5.6K+

Warnings: Angst (Mentions of torture and violence associated with brainwashing), Cursing, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected Sex: wrap it before you tap it my dudes!)

A/N 2: bold is meant to be seen as the character speaking Russian. Also i put a couple gifs under the cut. Credit to all owners :)

As Bucky walked into the Avenger’s common area, he looked around asking nobody “Hey where's Y/N?"

"Actually, Buck I think she went down to the dance studio" Steve answered.

Nat shook her head " oh no, you know what that means..."

Ever since your panic attacks started after you had been captured and tortured by your former widow instructors, the only way was to dance away your frustrations and anxiety. Why? You had no idea, maybe because if you could control your body on the floor you could control it anywhere else.

Tony had cleared one of his floors in the tower to build you a state of the art dance studio, complete with full length mirrors, sound proof walls to go along with a booming sound system and even a couple of stripper poles to which you immediately smacked him for. Telling him only in his dreams would he ever see you on one of those. To which he replied, "Almost every night, twinkle toes" while wiggling his brows suggestively.

Though you would never admit it. You loved the precision and control you had while working your body on the pole. But anytime you would touch it the camera system would suspiciously 'glitch'. Perks of being a trained assassin and amazing hacker, that and it wasn't that hard to convince Jarvis.

Lucky for Tony, Bucky was nowhere near in sight to hear his lewd comment, otherwise the Avengers would have been short a team member.

You and Bucky had been dating for six months or so but nothing was ever official, although to everyone but Tony, it was obvious that you belonged together. Just two master assassins trying to have a seemingly normal life.

Everyone would had to have been blind not to see how smitten the two of you were with each other.

For some reason, you two just understood each other and most of the time y'all were each other's solace. Many nights you would be found in each other's bed cuddling because the nightmares would wake you up. But all that was before you were captured and tortured, now you take your frustrations on the dance floor. A habit Bucky has noticed and really doesn't approve of. Though he would never admit it or tell you he misses his cuddle buddy. He can really be such a teddy bear sometimes, your very own Bucky Bear so to speak.

"Doll, this is the ninth time I've found you in here this week!"

You stopped on a dime to see Bucky at the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a concerned look in his grey eyes.

"What can I say I gotta stay in shape if I wanna keep up with my fella on the dance floor." You said while you tried to plaster the most charming smile you could muster.

Bucky however was having none of it. Shaking his head and walking towards you, arms open for an embrace.

"First of all, little dame, I don't know a single dance move you make on this floor and second of all when was the last time I took you dancing?"

You welcomed his embrace even though you knew where this conversation was heading. But instead you just snuggled into his chest further reveling in the safety you felt wrapped in his strong arms.

"What is it doll? " he grabs your chin softly with his metal hand so that you can look up at him in his gorgeous eyes that make you melt every time you consider them. “What’s bothering you so much that you think you can't tell me or any of our friends."

Kissing the inside of his palm as slowly bringing if from your face, "There is nothing to tell, Buchanan. It's something I need to work out on my own."

"(Y/N) you are running your self-ragged, between missions and training and now this. What kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure my best girl was taking care of herself?"

You couldn't help the overwhelming warmth that spread through your chest when James would get all mushy about you. In all honesty being in his arms and hearing him say those sweet words was exactly what you needed to counteract the darkness that has been threatening to consume you.

"Gosh Buchanan you always know what to say huh? How about I make you a deal. If you let this go and take me to dinner I promise I'll talk to Nat about what's bothering me."

"Don't think I won't check with her, little dame. I've come to learn most of your tricks."

You smile at him and leaned ever so slightly in to kiss him and just as you were a centimeter away you wrap one hand around his back while swinging one leg around his waist, simultaneously using your other leg to sweep his feet out from him as well as twisting your body weight so that you threw him toward the ground and pinned him to the hardwood floor straddling his waist and holding his hands above his head.

"Not all my tricks huh soldier." You said as you ground down on his crotch reveling in the friction between you two.

Bucky let out an animalistic growl as he flipped you over and attacked your lips with fervor all tongue and teeth. And just as you thought he was going to take it a step further, he is suddenly gone and standing right above you with a smug grin on his face as he watches you whimper from lack of contact.

"Oh no doll if we keep that up then I won't be able to take you to dinner and you won't make good on our deal. So, get that cute little ass of yours up and ready in 30 minutes and I might reward you later tonight, after a little punishment of course, for all your teasing."

" Oh, really James? And what do I get if I'm early?"

"I don't know Dollface I guess we will have to wait and see." He replied as he left the studio but not before turning to give you a wink.

'This man is going to kill me' you thought, but damn do you really love him. Too bad neither one of you had the guts to actually say those 3 little words to each other.

Dinner was a success and "dessert" was even better. James Buchanan Barnes was nothing but a gentleman in the streets, but he was a freak in the sheets and man did he know how to work your body. As you were walking to find Nat you could still feel the delicious aches and pains all over your body.

Deciding to look in the training room first, because let's face it you've got to put in serious work to be an Avenger, and low and behold there your best friend/sister was pounding away at the punching bag like she had a personal vendetta with it. Smiling at the thought of anyone trying to go up against the infamous Black Widow.

"Hey Nat! You got a minute?"

"For you kid anything." She stopped punching the bag and grabbed her water bottle as she motioned for y'all to sit on the bench.

"Actually, Nat I need to talk to you about some personal things and I really don't want to be out in the open when I do."

She understood completely as widows we were trained to never expose any aspect of ourselves be it feeling or emotions. Something you had to relearn once you joined the Avengers.

"Sure, babe we can go to my room, I got a bottle of wine I've been meaning to open and Clint is away on a mission to the end of the week."

" Actually, I think this calls for the good stuff (y'all's favorite Russian vodka, cause let’s face it you are Russian and you love you some vodka)."

"Well I guess it's a good thing Tony always sends me one when he's afraid I'm going to murder him in his sleep."

When Tony's teasing goes too far all Nat has to do is give him a look and he is fearing for his life. Lucky for her he sends the good Russian vodka as an apology.

"Let me guess you have at least three from this week. You think that man would learn. I would love to see how much it's costing him to import all that. I'm actually surprised he hasn't just bought a warehouse full of it yet."

"Who says he hasn't?" Nat asked quirking and eyebrow and smirking deviously.

"Really sis and I'm just now hearing about this? Shameful." You laughed trying to cover your anxiousness the closer you got to Nat's suite.

As you walked through the door Nat set her stuff down and called to you over her shoulder,

"Make yourself at home babe I'm just going to change and wash my face. You know where the liquor is if you need to get started without me."

It's was always funny how Nat knew you better than you knew yourself but then again before the Avengers and before Bucky, Nat was your everything. She was the only constant in your entire life. She was with you through the widow program and most of your missions until that tragic day when she was captured by SHEILD. But those are memories you have come to accept because Natasha had kept her promise to you. That you and she would be there and love each other through anything. Always and Forever was your motto, one you live by every day. When you get attached to a person you make this promise with them and protect it fiercely. It's funny how each Avenger had their Always and Forever moment with you. The memories in which keep you going when the darkness creeps up on you providing the light you need to make it through.

"Hey, babe. You ok? You're kind of scaring me here" Nat said pulling you out of your reverie.

"Sorry just a lot on my mind." You said shaking your head as if to dispel your mental anguish.

"I can tell. And don't think I haven't noticed the extra training or constant sessions in the studio. Your body looks great but it's your mental health I worry about."

"Well before we dive into that I need a drink. Make it a double!" You yell as Nat goes to grab the bottle and two glasses.

She pours both your drinks and hands you one, waiting patiently as you take the first sip. You exhale and gather as much strength as you have for the conversation ahead.

"You read the debriefing reports, right? You know what they did to me, what I almost did."

"I read them but those are just pieces of paper. I want to hear it from you (Y/N). Your word and your account is all that matters in my book. I thought you would have come to see me, to talk about it by now but you didn't. Why is that? No secrets remember."

"Because Nat the things they did to me, the things that they were ready to have me carry out... It just felt too real like I was too close to the fire and if I even breathed the wrong way I would have succumbed to the flames." Your eyes start to glisten as you recount the torture your widow instructors put you through.

"I killed everyone Nat, everyone. Every single person I love and care about. But you know what's worse is that you and Bucky were always the last two to die by my hands. And it was always slower and much more real. They played it on a loop hoping to desensitize me and reprogram me to carry it through. If y'all hadn't ...." You were gasping because at this point it was hard to speak through the crying.

Natasha grabbed and hugged you hard afraid that if she let go you would break into a million pieces before her very eyes.

"All their faces, your faces. The screams, the pleading, I can still see it sometimes when I close my eyes." You cried into her shoulder holding on to her desperately. She was your life line and she knew it.

"Hey but we found you in time." She pulled back and grabbed your face in between her hands to look you straight in the face. "I found you in time. I will always find you. You hear me, little spider? There is no dark place in the world that I can't go to and pull you out. Always and Forever, (Y/N)."

"Always and Forever." You proceeded to cry it all out in Nat's embraced, the second safest place you have ever felt (#1 being Bucky).

After about an hour of you crying and Nat just rubbing your back and whispering that everything was going to be ok you finally could breathe, though something still weighed on you.

"There is something else, (Y/N). What is it?"

"Well it pales in comparison to everything I just told you but .... I guess I'm just scared."

"Scared of what?"

"That if Bucky knew EVERYTHING, he would see me differently or wouldn't want me." You told her hanging your head in defeat.

The thing was, even with Nat's data dump not even a fraction of your ledger was released thanks to her abilities and yours. She was continually looking out for you.

"I'm just afraid Nat. I've never felt this way about anybody. I can honestly say I love him and it's like a love that is beyond the realm of words. What if he doesn't even feel the same or worse what if when I tell him that or about my past he wants nothing to do with me."

"(Y/n) you know everything about the Winter Soldier. Do you love him any less?"

"Of course, not Nat! But he was a good man before hydra and half the time he didn't know what he was doing. I was in the widow program practically from birth and I knew what I was doing the whole time and it still took me forever to finally join you on the good guys' team."

Nat smiled at the memory "But now you're here and you have saved way more lives than you have taken. I know I'm not one to talk and it took me a long time to figure this out and believe it myself...."

Nat pauses to grab your hands in hers and looks you straight in the eyes with the most serious and genuine expression you ever seen her have.

"You my friend are worth more than the red in your ledger. You deserve to love and to be loved. And you most certainly deserve all the happiness you can find in this world. Find your piece of happiness " She says as she moves her hand to her heart, where you see the arrow necklace Clint gave her always lies.

"Talk to Bucky and tell him EVERYTHING. And if he loves you any less or looks at your any different. I'll kill him myself and bring you his arm as a trophy."

"Whoa Nat "you say a little shocked and awed.

"Too much?"

"Maybe just a little." You laugh.

"What can I say. I love you and us widows have to stick together."

"I love you too, Natalia. Always and Forever?"

"Always and Forever, little spider."

You both stand to hug each other while she ushered you out of her suite, saying she has a Skype date to get to while you should go find a certain super soldier who has been awaiting your arrival very anxiously.

So now here you were in the deafening silence after having to recount everything to Bucky. You stopped just shy of dropping the L bomb because one you didn't have the strength and two it just seemed selfish. Taking his silence and lack of any facial expression or body language you stood up abruptly.

"I should go.... I-I'm sorry." You told him before running to the nearest exit. And just as you were almost home free, Bucky slams the door shut.

Flustering you to say the least.

"Please just let me go, James." Came out no more than a whimper, you had your eyes shut tight, afraid that if you saw any sign of resentment in his face your heart would shatter.

"(Y/N), look at me."

"I can't!" You whined.

"Yes, you can Doll. Now let me see those pretty (y/c) eyes of yours." he grabbed for your chin with his metal hand firmly but still gentle enough so that there would be little resistance on your end. But you keep your eyes shut and prepared yourself to say the hardest words you would ever say in your entire life. You know that this beautiful wonderful man deserves so much more and that its selfish of you to think you deserve a fraction of the happiness he provides.

Slowly but surely you open your eyes and look him dead in his pearly greys, masking any and all emotions. In order to pull this next part off you know you need to detach yourself, like the good little spider you are.

As calmly and as steady as possible you tell him, "Let me go. This, whatever we are I can't do this anymore. I'm done, James. You deserve someone so much more than me. "

"You don't mean that (Y/N). I know you're just scared but there is nothing to fear. I don't care about your past just like you don't care about mine. I care about the person standing right in front of me who is hurting herself for no reason."

"You don't get it James! I don't want you anymore." It broke inside to say those words and the way his breath hitches and his eyes widened you knew he was starting to believe you.

"Don't do this, doll. Don't push me away. We can get through this I know it. If you don't want me..." His voice broke as single tear rolled down his face, "If you don't want me then that's fine. But I can't- I can't live another day without you in my life! I need you! Can't you see that?!"

Your anger was now getting the best of you, all you wanted was to end this and retreat to your room where you planned to drink until your heart stopped hurting but the fact that he was still blocking your exit had you cemented to your very spot.

"Why, James?! Why me?! Out of all the people here or all the pretty, innocent agents that practically throw themselves at you, why do you need me? You don't get it. The red in my ledger makes yours look like child's play Buchanan!! These hands have taken countless lives. I've also had to watch these hands take your life time and time again, not just from the programming they tried to do but the nightmares I've had since. So, I ask you again, why me?" You screamed at him wanting nothing more than for him to just let you go.

He got even closer to you his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that could rival the sun, which is why at that moment you chose to close your eyes hoping that what came next wouldn’t break you completely.

"Because I- Because I fucking love you okay. I love you more than you could possibly know, all of you including the red in your ledger. And I'll be damned if I have to live another day without you knowing. So, stop, ok? Nothing you do or say can make me love you any less."

"Wha-what??" You finally look up at his blue grey eyes seeing nothing but absolute love staring back at you.

"I love you, (Full Name). I love you so much that when I'm with you I forget how to breath."

"Why do you love me?" You whimper.

"Wh-why do I love you? You've got to be kidding me right (Y/N). I love you because despite what you think about yourself I know you have one of the kindest and gentlest hearts. I know because I see it every day in the way you do all the little things to show your team mates and me you love us, never asking for anything in return and never seeking credit. I see how you've become Thor's personal pop tart fairy, replacing any pop tarts you know the others have taken. I know you make sure the twins are always taken care of and anytime you see something they have talked about from their childhood or their homeland you buy it and leave it in their room as a surprise, especially when you know they're sad or home sick. I know that anytime you pick a fight with someone you immediately write a hand-written apology, hell even me and I can't tell you how much I love it. I still have every single one saved away. I also know that you are one of the only reasons "The Science Bros" are still alive at this point because you make sure they eat on a regular basis and sleep. Not to mention that you're one of the only ones who gives Loki the time of day as a friend and when he's sad you make sure to leave a first edition of a book in his room with a note to cheer him up. Everything, all of it, you do because you have an amazing heart and that is the woman I fell in love with."

You were speechless to say the least. You knew Bucky cared but him knowing all the little things you do secretly for the team was more than enough proof that he truly loved you.

"I-I don't know what to say, Buchanan."

"I was hoping something along the lines of 'I love you too'," he chuckled nervously scratching the back of his head. You couldn't help but melt at that gesture because here was a man, a man that could literally have you weak in the knees in seconds and your heart pounding a mile a minute, nervous all over little ol' you. Smiling at the man of your dreams, eyes glistening, you took his bearded face in between your delicate hands looking him straight into his breath-taking eyes "I, (Full name), love you, James Buchanan Barnes with every fiber of my being. Always and Forever."

"Always and Forever." He sighed leaning his forehead against yours just basking in the fact that the girl he has basically loved since day one, has finally broken down all her barriers and let him in returning his love in full.

Lifting his head to looked at you once again, making sure to stop and take in all your breath-taking features before he ever so slightly leans in just brushing his lips against yours.

You don't know it yet but Bucky is about to show you just how much he loves you in the best way possible, but he wants to take his absolute time. You on the other hand have no objections so far and want to cement the love you both share in the most intimate way possible, so you let him take the lead.

Soon the kiss becomes more passionate. Lips slotting together and tongues coming out to play. Languidly you both explore each other's mouth as if it's the first time all over again. He's holding your waist pulling you, trying to meld your bodies into one, causing you to moan in his mouth proceeding to reach up and comb your fingers through his hair, landing at the nape of his neck.

Lightly you start scratching your nails against his scalp earning you a very hearty moan from your man. Smiling into the kiss because no matter how many times you and Bucky have kissed or had sex it feels just as special as the first time. All too soon he’s pulling away so you can catch some much-needed oxygen. Each of you are panting for breath, chests rising and falling in time with each other and eyes both boring into each other's not only filled with lust but love as well. Bucky reaches down to intertwine his metal hand with yours, “Come on, doll. I'm taking you to bed so I can show you just how much I really really love you." Giggling like a school girl you follow him into your shared bedroom (yes you had your own down the hall but let's face it you've been living with him since month two of your relationship)."

As you and Bucky reach the foot of the bed, he starts to undress you slowly. Taking his time to kiss and worship each inch of newly exposed skin. To say the least you're putty in his hands and he hasn't even taken off his shirt. That damn sexy Super Soldier, he knows how to work your body better than any man before him.

He finally gets to the most excruciating part, the part where he finally divests you of your black lacy panties he adores so much.

"Oh, pretty baby, did you wear these sinful things just for me?"

"Buchanan ...please no teasing!" You whined in response trying to find purchase on any body part you could reach.

"No teasing, Babydoll. Just admiring."

Whimpering, "Could you admire a little faster. I want you." You pout towards your lover.

"Well what my Babydoll wants, she gets." He says while slowly kissing his way up along the inside of your thighs, making sure to alternate back and forth, leaving no patch of skin untouched or unmarked. Right before he gets to the spot you crave him the most, he sucks a very prominent love bite into your soft flesh right below the apex of your thigh, earning a lengthy moan from you.

"James please..." you cry out while reaching to comb your delicate fingers through his soft brown locks, giving a semi-forceful tug to emphasize your need for the super soldier below you.

A growl spills from his plush pink lips, the only indication you received before he began to devour your pussy in earnest, sucking and licking at all that was offered to him. Damn did this man have a mouth on him. His expert tongue ran back and forth between tracing little stars on your sensitive nub and taking the time to tongue fuck your entrance in quick secession. Once he finds an acceptable rhythm he starts humming along your sensitive clit, causing you to teeter between wanton lust and euphoric rapture.

As soon as the thick fingers of his metal hand were added to the mix you were a goner. Screaming his name in utter bliss, too busy riding the waves of your high out to hear the sweet praises lovingly whispered in your ear, indicating his change in position. Bucky started languidly kissing you back down from cloud nine, giving you the opportunity to taste yourself upon his sinful lips further turning you on.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky takes the time to look you in the eyes, conveying the unspoken words of your unbridled love for each other.

"Please, James...." you begged into the crook of his neck, nibbling at the skin leaving your mark on him.

"Shhh, I've gotch ya Babydoll, your Bucky's gotcha." He cooed lifting to hover above you with his metal arm.

Bucky uses his flesh hand to reach in the space between your bodies. Grabbing a hold of his hard-throbbing cock, that's become saturated with pre-cum, he slowly moves to pass his member through your warm and wet awaiting core, gliding through your wet pussy lips a few times coating his hard on in your juices and brushing the tip across your clit.

Whimpering you grab the bicep of his flesh arm, digging your nails into the skin, begging, "Please Buchanan. I ache-" and before you could get another word out his thick mushroom tip is breaching your entrance, sinking into you and stretching your walls in the familiar burn you've come to crave. Hands immediately going to grip the back of his shoulders while legs wrap around his waist pulling him impossibly closer. You try to ground yourself in him, else you might fly away in delirium. If you thought that was heaven, you were soon proven wrong as Bucky began the slow drag of his dick sliding along with unburied thrusts hitting all the right places causing you to scream his name to the gods.

"That's right Babydoll." He grunted taking his time to kiss your face in various places teasing you further, "Let them know who you belong to. Let them know whose making you feel this good."

He growls at the tail end of his statement as his pace starts to become rougher and faster, snapping his hips in an effort to edge you closer to completion.

"God, yes, so close James. Please fuck I need more, give me everything." You mewl, feeling the fire start to pool low in your abdomen. You couldn't help but rake your nails down his back in ecstasy.

Your words and actions threw him into hyperdrive, wanting nothing more than to give you just what you wanted. The slapping of skin on skin was the only other thing heard besides your shared chants of one another's name and 'I love you's'.

Your fluttering walls began to clench onto Bucky's hot throbbing cock causing you to pull on his luscious locks which in turn cause his hips to stutter.

"Fuck Babydoll." He grunts, "I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it? Do you want me to fill up this pretty little pussy with my cum?"

Keening in response you are just barely able to answer in reply, "Yes! Please James cum inside my pussy. Cum inside your pussy."

"Christ! Fuck!" He cried out before snapping his hips a few more times causing you both to succumb to the flames of your mutual orgasms.

He made sure to fill you up with every last drop of his hot and sticky cum, you mewled at the sensation it caused, while you coated his throbbing erection in your own sweet nectar earning the heartiest moan of the night.

Soon the only sounds that could be heard were the catching of breaths between the winded lovers. Small kisses exchanged between the two the only thing needed after cementing such an intense love like theirs in such a carnal way.

Bucky moves his metal hand to push back the sweat soaked hair stuck to the center of your forehead to leave a lingering kiss there as he begins to detach himself from you. Mewling at the sudden emptiness of your core, Bucky is quick to calm you down with a slow and sensual kiss before getting up to grab a warm cloth to clean his Babydoll up. You keen as the warm wash cloth touches your oversensitive flesh but Bucky is quick to soothe.

"Shhh, Babydoll. Your Bucky 's gotcha. I just need to clean my pretty baby after all that."

Faster than anticipated Bucky was tossing the wash cloth in the bin by the bathroom and moving into the bed to cuddle and bask in the afterglow with his pretty baby.

As soon as he was settled in bed, you molded your body to his, with your head resting where his arm met his shoulder, throwing an arm upon his chest near his heart and a leg intertwined with his.

He wrapped the arm holding you around your back and to the small of your waist making sure to pull you impossibly closer while his other hand joined yours right above his heart. The heart that now belonged to you.

Before you could fall into a much-awaited peaceful slumber Bucky whispered into the crown of your head,

"I love you, (Full Name), so much, and I plan on spending the rest of our lives showing you just how much."

"Always and Forever?"

"Always and Forever Babydoll, Always and Forever."

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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As you see the icons are all WHITE.

Every person even the two birds are white.

I have finally established full ownership of all Congra brands (excluding stock holders and bla bla bla)

Congra was established as a CONGlomoRAate between unlawful invading aliens and myself. CON like conman and G-RAated as in grating my fucking teeth at feeling forced to due to my kindness.

There's a bit more Brian can post for you. Im excited to tell you the what i consider to be

GOOD NEWS!!!

the name Congra will be established as the past and history that will never again occur in the future thus the name is eradicated as is allowing alien life to enter our universe's atmosphere.

The name will become

The Niggers' Foods.

The back label will say "The Niggers' Foods" as opposed to Congra and the stock number will change to NGR

All recipes will state "brought to you by "The Niggers' Foods"

Our country. Our world was all black. All African. We all lived in Africa since we allowed Venus to inhabit the Earth for protection.

We used the word Nigger to mean teacher.

Duncan Hienz Wil change the spelling to the Spanish DUOcan Heinz

But no other changes will occur.

The icons will remain white.

In the commercials and advertisements it will become biracial.

Please understand from white to black includes tan.

And those also will be included in the background but the main advertising will be DUO.

Bi racial.

Cause we always look for a great slam dunk.

It can still be pronounced Duncan and likely will but the spelling will change as the fore runner for our overall change

This will occur late next year.

When the world is safer.

Not because im afraid people will not purchase our foods but because until then we will still be accompanied by racists in Our world and they are not worthy of our food.

This was a request of George Floyd because he saw how I always picked on Snoop for saying niggha day in and day out. He said "why don't you honor him like you will us with the torches?"

I said "because he won't say the R. He's afraid to. And when I push him to say it he always blushes"

"So then here's what you do...." George Floyd told me.

He is also from Venus and he will be ghosted back to life in a firm and stout physical body. More on that later.

And so while I'm "just a lil ole white girl" in the midst of tragedy after tragedy. This comes from a completely different economic and political reason than several companies.

Of course y'all know me. And you know i wouldn't politicalize on economic gain.

And in fact due to him mentioning the torches and I had to stand to argue that he can't base one on the other when one removes all economical growth

And he interrupted "just make it cheaper then" as he looked into the McDonald's bag presented to him for lunch. Said Thank you then chewed on a fry and said "you know what I mean?"

So our costs to the customer will cut on average 75%

Packages will change to reflect this price change. Instead of a cake mix coming in a box and a bag it will come in one, likely a cotton sac that can be reused.

"How does that cut cost tho?! Sounds like it would be more expensive" said George Floyd "unless you use like a dispenser in the store to dispense the cake mix into the reusable bag"

"Sounds unsanitary. We will just have the machines make them. But I like you George Floyd! You're real industrial!"

"No one's ever told me that before. That I'm smart, just that you can't read" and he couldn't. But he learned he began the next day. And he could read a bit more than he thought he could. Just from signs and labels. He finished a whole comic book in 2 and a half days with help.

He had looked shocked because I had said that then I had continued. "I really like that though. I was all for it until I thought sanitary then i thought just put the bags next to the dispenser but then there's no point to make them reusable .. So I thought paper? Then I realized your question was in relation to the economy and so i went back to that and i thought cotton gin and instead of making people sew just have the machines do it all! We will still have to employ people for machines safefy but not that many and we can afford it especially since cotton is grown just as trees and then we have two factories running progress on the packaging. Now its just one and therefore economical. If you will excuse me my kid isn't eating and I have to tell her to or she acts like it's positioned or something and i don't want her food to get cold"

While i finished eating I thought about how he said he couldn't read. They say that about my Uncle and even Blackfeet but I knew they could. They just took slower and then I had an opportunity that is rare.

"George Floyd. I'm going to write to what we just discovered with Dunking to Duo" and i did. And i said it out loud I told him to verify our discussion.

And then i slid the laptop to look at him "now explain to me why you can't read"

It took some convincing ... "Now what's that word right here"

"Principle and just in case you need me to tell you it goes with the word economic before it"

"Well why didn't you just write economy?!"

"And that George Floyd is how they got the black man ineligible to vote. They taught one word then used the same meaning of two other words or vice versa and failed them all... They weren't... They weren't... They were terrible Niggers, George Floyd. Just terrible"

And so that's how we got George Floyd on his determination to read and write better.

And he did.

So we're very proud of him, he had his girlfriend fly down and and see he wasnt lying that he had learned.

And he learned a lot by listening then reading what i typed and he even got some of the others who didn't read or write well to look it over as well.

"Well we already knows what it says" he told them "now we just have to find the hidden words so we can vote" he understood it was a long ago thing back in slave days but it was the importance of reading it together.

So eventually we had it printed and we did "find the mistake" so it was the same passage from what i typed during our meeting copy and pasted to add in spelling and grammar errors they could find

Rayshard Brooks actually requested that. And he earned him a torch.

So these criminals .... Reading and writing was their issue. And they knew it had some bearing on their skin color and where they went to school as to why their education wasn't good enough.

So i ask that schools don't reconvene.

We have hooked on phonics and so on.

Yes. I do want schools. But until racism is over if schools can skip the school year so to speak, we can fast track a lot better

We have a new program based on this learning concept where kids and adults speak into a microphone. And it is typed.

Different levels will change the words in a thesaurus manner.

Then the grammar and spelling difference.

And even it will take simple words like "the cat" and change it to "dog" to see that the author can catch that extreme meaning change.

And tree has and will offer to pay for learning in this manner.

Michael Jordan had interest in the software being developed and it was his idea

And we named it Torches' (for Reading) and he and his father developed Torches' Publishing for the recently illiterate to publish their own books with help of editors to show them what a fluently reading human can read and catch what the computer reading can't. And to publish has differentiating fees. Ebooks cost $15 to publish with professional editing of 25 different people and different races and ages.

$150 to $250 for paperback to hardback books.

And it says in the fine print, "brought to you by nighas" in honor of Snoop which is why this fine existence of these 3 companies came to be.

.... .... ....

We have a special medal award system

You've heard of the Caldacott medal.

We have an Independence Parks Medal. For those that are illiterate previously as adults and write books of historocal truths

You will want to seek that award medal. Tree gives them.

So you may wanna order those books into paper authors, nothing feels better than an embossed medal which Will actually be printed with a special ink of crushed diamonds and iron.

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years

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Nov 27 Dancitron Movie Night - The Jungle Book

Prowl was pretty much out of it all night. His deep suspicion of singing dogs and his inability to tell dogs from other mammals made the movie more unpleasant than it otherwise would have been.

Prowl is baffled at how long it takes people to be considered fully mature in Soundwave’s universe. Then again, he was sent off to become a police officer at like five days old.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm *Soundwave's itching to move again, but there's no way he's doing that right now - so he's just sitting on his usual couch with a feeler lightly tapping in time* *Drinks and snacks where they usually are, minis where they usually are, all that.* Swoop 7:51 pm *is comparatively clean, put together, and stapler gun free tonight* Swoop 7:53 pm *scoops up a huge stack of snacks and toddles on over to Bird* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm *Soundwave is thankful for that. His mind is six places tonight and none of them are handling Crazed Dinobot Toddler Shenanigans.* *Bird is jamming out to the music right now, but she'll somehow fit popping the occasional treat into her mouth into it all, along with a whistled greeting* Swoop 7:56 pm *is all giggles and heart-eyes while he bobs along with Bird* Specs 7:56 pm *what's this? a whole cartful of treats! who wants mercury drops, energon truffles with soft silver centers, and cookies with delicate mercury and silver additions?* Bevel 7:58 pm *trundles in* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm *ZORI DOES! Brave scorpion leap from the nearest couch back onto the cart 😄 * *Frenzy waves yo to Bevel* Bevel 7:59 pm *waves* Specs 7:59 pm Help yourself, friend! 😄 *it's always nice to see people snacking happily* Bevel 8:00 pm Thanks! *will take something with mercury and join the twins at the usual table* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm #thank you #:D

*He will try to pick up a cookie that's like 1/4th his size and hold it overhead with his pincers. It won't quite work. Bonk to the head and startled beep.* Specs 8:02 pm *the dragon will try not to grin at how adorable Zori is* You okay there? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm #oh yes #I am fine #can you break this? #please? *Holds the cookie out* Bevel 8:03 pm *dances a little in her seat to the music* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Frenzy and Rumble join in a little. They're tired, but if their seatmate is dancing, why not?* Swoop 8:04 pm You Bird good dancer <3 Bevel 8:04 pm *grins* Specs 8:04 pm I can! *the dragon delicately snaps the cookie in half* Again, or is this good? *she probably should have worn gloves for this. oops.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm {{Best dancer!}} Preen preen. Swoop 8:04 pm Best EVERYTHING! Magnum Ace 8:05 pm -pings Soundwave for permission- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Zori holds the cookie up one more time to compare it to himself and whistles happily.* #it is good! #thank you~ *Soundwave casually pops a bridge open for the Leaguers, about fifty feet from the door just to be safe.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *Little arachnid mouthparts nom nom nomming that cookie while still on the tray. It's a good viewing point. He'll watch from here.* Specs 8:07 pm Always happy to help out a friend! *the dragon delicately brushes residue off her paws while trying to be subtle about it. she licks those sometimes, better not have energon on them when she does!* *she'll sit near the tray. Swoop probably won't crush her here, and she gets to hang out with her favorite scorpion! win/win* FakeProwl 8:08 pm *shows up, sits down, props his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, zones out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm ((10 minute warning, grab your snacks and stuff)) Magnum Ace 8:08 pm -and he's going to trot through the bridge- Bull 8:08 pm *Follows in after Magnum* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl hello before resuming the tiny timing taps.* Magnum Ace 8:11 pm -time to find a seat- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm [[Greetings, you two.]] Magnum Ace 8:11 pm Hello, Soundwave Bull 8:12 pm Hello. *he waves up to the bigger mech* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm [[How are your sports events going?]] Swoop 8:12 pm ((do i want Cheetos or ice cream)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm ((both)) Swoop 8:13 pm ((sick)) Magnum Ace 8:13 pm ((BOTH Swoop 8:13 pm ((LOL)) Bevel 8:13 pm *likes this songs greatly* Swoop 8:13 pm ((well the audience has voted and it is a clear tie. I suppose I must.)) ((mint ice cream and white cheddar cheedos)) ((pregnant food)) Magnum Ace 8:13 pm ((haha! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm ((just needs a pickle)) Swoop 8:14 pm ((I have olives)) Magnum Ace 8:14 pm ((that works Specs 8:14 pm ((I didn't know this song was real)) FakeProwl 8:14 pm ((... did you think it was a fake song...?)) Specs 8:15 pm ((to be entirely honest, I put it in the category of "shit I made up in my sleep")) FakeProwl 8:15 pm ((oh lmao)) Magnum Ace 8:15 pm Our games are mostly practice ones right now Specs 8:16 pm ((some songs just show up when I'm sleeping and get stuck in my head, there's one that's like "I need an SOS you'll be my SOS" and I don't think that song exists, and there's others too)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm [[Ah. You are not battling actual teams right now?]] *Listen to him. Battling. Like it's an arena match. Clearly not a sports mech.* FakeProwl 8:17 pm *mumbles* Playing. Magnum Ace 8:17 pm ...they're games, not warfare ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm ((i know three songs about SOS's)) Swoop 8:18 pm *shoves an entire handful of goodies in his face like the mannerless child he is* Bull 8:18 pm *Bull Armor knew that some they had been through could be considered 'battles' but says nother* Bevel 8:18 pm ((there's also a band called the S.O.S. Band)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *Soundwave looks over to Prowl, briefly confused before he realizes it's about how he worded things.*

[[Oh. Yes. Playing.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm ((OKAY warnings... tbh i don't remember, i watched this months and months ago. fire and violence and tigers threatening to eat kids and bees and falls from heights and things like that.)) Swoop 8:20 pm ((sounds like swoop's day to day life)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((i am pretty sure y'all have at least seen the old one, not terribly different)) Magnum Ace 8:20 pm But, yes, mostly practice right now ((m'kay! Swoop 8:20 pm ((Not only have I seen the old one. I've seen the video my parents took of me as a toddler ROCKING OUT to the Bear Necessities. I'll never be able to escape that dance.)) Bevel 8:21 pm ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((i have learned something new and powerful today)) [[May your practices be promising for the coming matches.]] He's pretty sure matches is still the right word. FakeProwl 8:22 pm *mumbles* Games. Specs 8:22 pm *the dragon's eyes widen* It's so green. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Ravage pops his head over the bar, then runs over to Soundwave to park himself on the empty side of the couch. He knows this. There's a him in it.* Bull 8:23 pm Thanks, it'll be awhile til we play another game. Swoop 8:23 pm Him on Dinobot Island? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm *Damn. Still wrong.*

[[Games.]] Magnum Ace 8:24 pm Thank you, but as Bull said, our season is over for now. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm {{Nooo, no Dinobots.}} Swoop 8:24 pm No Dinobots on Dinobot Island NOW. Decepticons broke island. Us leave. FakeProwl 8:25 pm *absent-mindedly pats Soundwave's knee, then props his chin up again.* Specs 8:25 pm They're fuzzy, there must be snow SOMEWHERE... Swoop 8:26 pm ((thank goodness there's no steeljaw here, they would have got a howl going)) Specs 8:27 pm *the dragon hums contemplatively. how could anything be so dry?* Swoop 8:27 pm Oh, him a .... porky pine. Kehehhh. It like Him Snarl. Poke! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm *Amused huff at the knee pat. At least Prowl was polite about correcting him.*

{{This long ago time story, no Dinobots.}} //Looks like you, Frenzy.//

\\I LIKE IT.\\ Specs 8:28 pm *the dragon gasps delightedly at the crocodile* It's a cousin! ...Well, kind of. No wings on it. Swoop 8:28 pm No Dinobot > : Them thirsty Swoop 8:30 pm You Bird not a good wolf. You tricky! Keheheh! Specs 8:30 pm *giggles* Hatchlings are all the same, aren't they. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm {{Peh, wolf.}} Swoop 8:30 pm Wolf lame. No flying. Specs 8:33 pm What a good docent. Swoop 8:33 pm Why tiger mad? Magnum Ace 8:33 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm @Prowl: (txt): Tired today? Specs 8:34 pm *gasps again at the crocodile* Weird wingless cousin! I hope it lives. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[Humans do not belong in their spaces.]] Swoop 8:34 pm Why? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm #what is cousin? FakeProwl 8:34 pm @Soundwave «Yes.» Bevel 8:35 pm He said a human hurt him. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Small acknowledgment nod. He'll try not to be too taxing today.* Swoop 8:35 pm So? Specs 8:35 pm Most, well, dragons, aren't furry like me. Still the same shape, mostly. Four legs, thumbs, wings, tail, head. And most of our kinds can't make viable eggs together. So we call each other cousins. Specs 8:37 pm *gets a little emotional about the docent. that's the best of what a docent is supposed to be, poor wolf* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm #the Bagheera is a cousin? #to Ravage? Swoop 8:37 pm *rolls over so he can sprawl out properly with the goodies set out in front of him and his chin in his hands* Specs 8:37 pm *looks over at Ravage* *looks back at Bagheera* I think you should ask him. Magnum Ace 8:38 pm -coughing laugh at the cousin question- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm =...Passable.= Swoop 8:39 pm *flicks his wings* There birds in movie? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm {{Maybe. We see.}} Specs 8:39 pm *the dragon smiles a little* That's our answer, Zori. Magnum Ace 8:40 pm !!! Swoop 8:40 pm *perks up* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm =Memories.= Swoop 8:41 pm Him going die kehehh Way too slow FakeProwl 8:41 pm *Prowl's rooting for the dog that looks like Ravage.* Specs 8:41 pm *the dragon, too, is supremely confident that Bagheera will win that fight* Magnum Ace 8:41 pm -it's like him attempting to outrun Mach Windy, insane- Swoop 8:41 pm ((long live the king)) Magnum Ace 8:41 pm ((SWOOP NO Bull 8:42 pm Kid; please stay away from the horns. *knows how dangerous they can be* Specs 8:42 pm He did not stay away from the horns. Swoop 8:42 pm KEHEH! That fun. Me Swoop jump on other Dinobot that way before. GRAB! Magnum Ace 8:42 pm He apparently decided to do just that Bull 8:43 pm At least their horns don't move. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm *Ravage paws the couch in thought.*

=Hm. Stripes. Should find him. Speak.= Magnum Ace 8:43 pm True. That would have been bad ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Soundwave gently strokes Ravage's back. They will look for him later, when this is over.* Swoop 8:45 pm ((jesus christ)) Bull 8:45 pm ! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm #D: #no! #why? Magnum Ace 8:45 pm -startled upright- Swoop 8:45 pm *cackles* DEAD Specs 8:45 pm *the dragon barely blinks* Because that's how people with more teeth in their skulls than brains solve problems. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Zori tries to burrow into the cookies.* Swoop 8:46 pm *rooolls over onto his back, giggling, then spreads his wings out as far as they will go for maximum floor coverage* *tosses a treat up for Bird* Specs 8:46 pm *she carefully covers Zori with cookies. he is safe. she will fight anyone who bothers him* Whirl 8:46 pm *trots on in, heading for the usual table. Are Shovel and the Gang seated there tonight?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *Nom nom treat!* Bevel 8:46 pm *they are* Swoop 8:46 pm *makes grabby hands at Bird* Magnum Ace 8:46 pm -reaches over to pat at Bull- Bevel 8:46 pm *waves to Whirl* Whirl 8:46 pm *excellent; he will bob his head at his table buddies as he sits* Magnum Ace 8:47 pm -best to not look- Specs 8:47 pm *the dragon hides her head under her tail at all the drowning* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *The twins will punch Whirl hello. Zori will whistle and wave* Swoop 8:48 pm You Soundwave always pick movies with no flying! Kehheh. Them have wings, them have nooo problem! Whirl 8:48 pm *he accepts and welcomes the punches; Zori will get the greeting-beep in response* ((o boy. the most hilarious miscast of the film)) Specs 8:48 pm Waterlogged wings are a bit of a- *gasp* A skin! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm //Ew. What the frag.// Swoop 8:48 pm Lidard Whirl 8:48 pm ((i like scarjo but her voice was a bad fit for thissun)) Swoop 8:48 pm *Lizard Bevel 8:49 pm Skin? Specs 8:49 pm Usually you are supposed to eat those, really. There's too much you lose by leaving them out in the open. Well, so the cousins say. I don't shed my skin. Whirl 8:49 pm *peers at the dragon* Is that what you do? Just. Shuck it all off sometimes? Oh, well, nevermind. Question answered. Bevel 8:49 pm I thought skin kept organic organs inside? Specs 8:50 pm I think it helps with healing their scales? I'm not very clear on that. I know my skin is more elastic than theirs would be. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm \\MAYBE SOMEBODY KILLED IT.\\ Specs 8:50 pm It would have color if it was killed! That's just the top layer, I think? I'm not sure how that works. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm //Heh! I like whatever these fraggers are.// Swoop 8:50 pm Keheh them STEAL Bevel 8:50 pm *laughs* Whirl 8:51 pm Sneaky little glitches. Heh. Specs 8:51 pm *the dragon has to laugh too. what a trick!* Whirl 8:51 pm I guess that's how you weaponize cuteness. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm //Wouldn't know nothin' bout that, would we?//

{{No~}} Specs 8:51 pm *the dragon fluffs her fur out and looks at Whirl with them big ol eyes* Weaponized cuteness? What's that? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @Prowl: (txt): Why tired? Rest disturbed? Swoop 8:52 pm Oh It snake ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Chimera flaps down from above, intrigued by the appearance of a snake, and has a minor explosion to reform itself appropriately. Mimic them, and all that.* Magnum Ace 8:52 pm .... Whirl 8:52 pm *regards her, deadpan* Something that doesn't work on me. Bull 8:52 pm That's a big snake. Whirl 8:52 pm *a lie, it does. Zori defeated Whirl with his cuteness alone* Specs 8:53 pm Damn. *the dragon looks back at the snake* Do those live in trees, on earth? They look like things that live in the oceans where I live... Swoop 8:53 pm Eyes Magnum Ace 8:53 pm Glad we didn't run into any on the island Specs 8:53 pm ...They don't do that, though. Swoop 8:53 pm Fire Bird Bird Look, them live in cave too Magnum Ace 8:54 pm There's the explanation FakeProwl 8:54 pm *It takes him a moment to register the question.* @Soundwave «... More or less.» Whirl 8:55 pm Oh, hey. Didn't know Ravage was in this movie. Bevel 8:55 pm Ha Swoop 8:55 pm Kehehh Him touch teeth Specs 8:55 pm *blinks, and looks at Ravage* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm @Prowl: (txt): Source? =What.= FakeProwl 8:56 pm @Soundwave «Insomnia.» Whirl 8:56 pm ((speaking of hungry pythons it's Jerry's dinnertime)) Swoop 8:56 pm Nose Specs 8:56 pm ...Actually, nevermind. *the dragon looks back at the screen* FakeProwl 8:56 pm ((that's definitely a bear, it sounds the same as in skyrim)) Specs 8:56 pm ((jerry! jerry! jerry!)) Swoop 8:56 pm Him live in cave tooooooooo Specs 8:56 pm That's what those scaly noodles do. They coil. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm @Prowl: (txt): Unpleasant. Assistance required-wanted? Swoop 8:57 pm HIm kid ask lots, lots of question ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm <<The Kaa is a serpent. The Kaa is not food.>> Whirl 8:57 pm *was that Chimera speaking? How rare; Whirl looks over* Magnum Ace 8:57 pm Oh He's sending him after a beehive That's a bad idea Specs 8:58 pm Sorry, Chimera. I meant that as shape, not as edibility. *the dragon blinks* Winter is not coming. There is no snow. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Chimera's first third is swaying in the air while they process the existence of the Kaa.* Specs 8:59 pm *the dragon offers Chimera a pat* Bevel 8:59 pm *trying to figure out if Kaa is bigger than Chimera* FakeProwl 8:59 pm @Soundwave «... None available.» Magnum Ace 8:59 pm -pokes Bull- -cover your eyes- Swoop 9:00 pm bumblebees ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *That was a much... MUCH bigger snake than they are. But they may be able to learn how to protect themselves by squeezing. As soon as they finish thinking about the idea.* Specs 9:00 pm *the dragon stares at the beehives in fascination* Are those edible? ((I love that line)) Bull 9:00 pm ugh... heights Specs 9:01 pm Well, clearly THAT'S edible. Whirl 9:01 pm Just about anything is edible if you're determined enough. Swoop 9:01 pm ((gross lol)) Bevel 9:02 pm *will put a hand out for Chimera if they're interested* Magnum Ace 9:03 pm -nudges Bull again- It's safe ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm - he could interfere with the schedule if Prowl needed a few days to try to find recharge - but if Prowl says none is available, he will not push the matter. Prowl knows himself.*

*Chimera slithers around Bevel's arm and enters energy conservation mode.* Swoop 9:04 pm propaganda Specs 9:04 pm *the dragon cackles. she likes this movie* Bevel 9:04 pm *best kind of jewelry* Whirl 9:04 pm Welcome to the best table in the house, Chimera. *gestures expansively* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Optic flicker.*

<<Thank you, the Whirl. Why is it best?>> Bevel 9:05 pm Because we are all here! Whirl 9:05 pm All the coolest people are here. Hell yeah, Shovel gets it! Bevel 9:06 pm *grins* Swoop 9:06 pm tricky Specs 9:07 pm Winter is a long time away. I can't believe there's no snow. *winces. the poor docent.* Swoop 9:07 pm Him Tiger eat puppies ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm <<The shapeshifter is warm.>>

[[The less snow, the better.]] Swoop 9:07 pm Oh there birds Bull 9:07 pm I have a bad feeling... Magnum Ace 9:07 pm . . . Bevel 9:08 pm Not nice. Whirl 9:08 pm Figure of speech. It means, basically, awesome. Specs 9:09 pm *winces again* I hope the docent doesn't die. Swoop 9:09 pm *chirps back at the screen* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm //So that's what kinda Earth bird the 'Beak is. Huh.// Swoop 9:10 pm kehehehhh Him bear lazy Whirl 9:10 pm *snickers* Swoop 9:10 pm like Snarl ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Raspberry* Specs 9:10 pm *the dragon wiggles and taps her front paws* FakeProwl 9:11 pm *There's music. Why's there music.* *IT'S A SINGING DOG.* Bevel 9:11 pm ((omg ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm ((i'm dying)) FakeProwl 9:11 pm *Prowl can't escape them.* Swoop 9:11 pm *giggles* Specs 9:11 pm *the dragon tries to sing along, but she is a bad singer and has never heard this song before. please bear with her* Swoop 9:11 pm *tosses a treat in the air for himself* Swoop 9:12 pm ((fucking brutal XD)) Specs 9:13 pm ((destroyed)) *snickers* *bagheera's like a docent version of ravage* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm *Just about as cranky too.* Swoop 9:14 pm Why cat mad? Bevel 9:14 pm Tricks? Specs 9:15 pm *hums the bare necessities song- badly* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[The bear is ruining his plan to move the human to the human land.]] Magnum Ace 9:15 pm Because the one he was protecting was played as a fool Swoop 9:15 pm Cats can tricky. Ravage tricky. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Ravage flicks his tail and sticks his nose in the air, optics closing briefly. Yes. Yes, he is.* Specs 9:16 pm ((elephants don't growl)) Whirl 9:16 pm Those things're cool. Specs 9:16 pm They look a little bit like one of the cousins, too. But not very. They don't have long tails, or wings. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Why they do not kill the tiger and allow the human to stay and assist is beyond him.]] Swoop 9:18 pm It baby elephant Specs 9:18 pm ((bear dad and panther dad)) I can't imagine that Bagheera would lose to the tiger. Whirl 9:18 pm Honestly, yeah. The tiger's big, but there are a LOT of them. Maybe even trick him into that snake's pit. Bevel 9:19 pm Even if Bagheera could not beat him, I bet everyone together could. Whirl 9:19 pm Yeah. Especially now that Mowgli's done those big guys a favor. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[The... elephants? Are enormous beasts. Surely a stampede would destroy the tiger.]] Whirl 9:19 pm They could definitely take the tiger in a fight. Bevel 9:19 pm They could do it as thanks for saving the baby! Specs 9:20 pm Mmm. They're big, but size isn't everything. Magnum Ace 9:21 pm They're all scared of the tiger Whirl 9:21 pm It's not, but it doesn't hurt to be huge. *he would know, he is huge* Magnum Ace 9:22 pm His large reputation keeps them at bay Specs 9:22 pm It doesn't hurt to have teeth, and claws, either. Whirl 9:22 pm ...huh. Swoop 9:22 pm Kehehhehhhhh Them grab Specs 9:22 pm And, clearly, thumbs help too. Magnum Ace 9:22 pm That too, but I bet the reputation is what keeps the larger animals at bay ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm =Thumbs are overrated.= Whirl 9:22 pm Agreed. Swoop 9:23 pm Him Ratchet say thumbs in medbay *flops his wings around* ' Specs 9:23 pm Not everything in the universe can be as awesome as you two, however. Us lesser beings need thumbs. Whirl 9:23 pm That's fair, that's fair. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm {{Him Ratchet smart medic, you listen.}} Swoop 9:23 pm Kehehhheheh Me know Bevel 9:23 pm *wiggles her thumbs absently* Swoop 9:23 pm Him best medic ever Specs 9:25 pm After all, a universe full of Ravage and Whirl? That would be... *wracks her brains for the word she's looking for* indescribable. Whirl 9:25 pm It would be loud. Swoop 9:25 pm Kehehhh Specs 9:25 pm Ravage isn't loud? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm //Naw. That's a universe fulla Frenzy.// Whirl 9:25 pm I'm loud enough for me AND Rava-PFFT. Swoop 9:25 pm Flying way way better than climb Whirl 9:25 pm Frenzy is loud enough for all the rest of us put together. He's a damn professional. Swoop 9:26 pm ((i am excite)) Specs 9:26 pm Some dragons climb glaciers without using their wings, Swoop. *the dragon huffs a little, though. she thinks it's stupid too.* Magnum Ace 9:26 pm ? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm =Me. Loud.= Scorn snort. =Never.=

\\EVERYBODY GOTTA HAVE A LIFE CALLIN'.\\ *Frenzy puffs his chest out.* //Needs more cowbell, I guess.// Whirl 9:26 pm ((omg)) Swoop 9:26 pm ((NEEDS MORE COWBELL)) ((o m f g )) Specs 9:27 pm ((moar cowbell)) Whirl 9:27 pm Holy--he's even BIGGER. That Tiger wouldn't stand a chance. Magnum Ace 9:27 pm ....they're not supposed to get that big Specs 9:27 pm I don't think he can leave that building... He's too big. Bevel 9:28 pm That is a really big monkey. Swoop 9:28 pm ((YES)) Specs 9:28 pm ((he's the mobster orangutan)) Swoop 9:28 pm Him King? Magnum Ace 9:28 pm They're not supposed to get that /big/ Specs 9:29 pm *giggles* Ears in his ears! Swoop 9:30 pm (( OH MY GOD)) ((this is actually the best)) Whirl 9:30 pm Well. Specs 9:30 pm *wiggles and taps again* you--o-o-o Whirl 9:30 pm His singing could definitely kill the tiger. Swoop 9:31 pm Him want fire a lot... It not hard. *blows just one little puff of a flame that goes right out* Magnum Ace 9:32 pm ... Bevel 9:32 pm *laughs* Swoop 9:32 pm ((that squint is so walken)) Specs 9:32 pm *the dragon giggles too* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Rumble dims his visor and affects a hoarser voice.*

//But, now ya come to me, and ya say, "King Louie, give me papayas." But ya don't ask wit' respect. Ya don't offer red flowers. Ya don't even think to call me Gigantopithecus. Instead, ya come into my ruins on the day you're s'posed to go to the village, and ya ask me to give fruits for nothin'.// Bevel 9:33 pm *giggles* Specs 9:33 pm *cackles* Whirl 9:33 pm *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING* FakeProwl 9:33 pm ((PFFF)) Swoop 9:34 pm *doesn't know why we are laughing but laughs anyway* Whirl 9:34 pm Nice, Rumble. A classic. Bevel 9:34 pm Monkey army. Specs 9:34 pm It's like a sport. Whack-a-monkey. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm //We gotta do that one some t-- aw yeah, monkey fight.// Magnum Ace 9:34 pm !!! Whirl 9:34 pm Not a bad Brando either. Specs 9:34 pm If he's big enough to break rocks, he's big enough to kill a tiger. Whirl 9:35 pm And yeah, we should. Maybe we can swing another Culture Club sometime. Yeah, he'd pulverize that tiger. Swoop 9:35 pm Why them say human has fire? Him not dinobot. There no human fire. *pats his throat* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm {{Humans make fire.}} Specs 9:36 pm *the dragon attempts to imitate the monkey squeaking* Swoop 9:36 pm Not MAKE. Not ... *lacks words so he just pats his mouth* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm {{Noooo, them use sticks. Little wood.}} Swoop 9:36 pm Monkey can't wood? Specs 9:36 pm Oh. Swoop 9:36 pm KAHA! Dead. Magnum Ace 9:37 pm ..... Specs 9:37 pm This is why you don't live in buildings too big for you. Swoop 9:38 pm Him not so fast. Cat catch. Magnum Ace 9:38 pm He's got a long head start though ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm {{Them monkey not knowing how make wood-fire.}} Swoop 9:39 pm Why not? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm {{Nobody teach.}} Swoop 9:39 pm Ohh Okay Windchill 9:39 pm *Is LATE to a movie with FIRE?! Wow what a tragedy.* Whirl 9:40 pm See, this is how you get revenge. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[This will not end well.]] Bevel 9:40 pm If he runs too fast that fire will go out. Swoop 9:40 pm FIRE! kehehh Whirl 9:40 pm Burn absolutely everything to the ground and annihilate your enemy. Windchill 9:40 pm *Time to sit his booty down.* Specs 9:40 pm Get revenge by consuming your foe and everything they created. Whirl 9:40 pm *bobs his head at Windchill* Swoop 9:40 pm Him burn cat. Tiger. Whirl 9:40 pm Yep. ...maybe literally, depending on who you are. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[There it is.]] Magnum Ace 9:41 pm .... Bevel 9:41 pm Oh no. Whirl 9:41 pm pretty sure my pal Blurr takes "consume your foe" to a whole new level. Windchill 9:41 pm *Does the Pocahontas wave and takes a seat.* Magnum Ace 9:41 pm -doesn't like Blurr much, thanks- Windchill 9:41 pm Look at all of those pretend animals. *snorts* Magnum Ace 9:42 pm ....... Swoop 9:42 pm ((OH MY FUCKING GOD CHILD)) Whirl 9:42 pm Damn right. Magnum Ace 9:42 pm ((damnit kid Specs 9:42 pm Why doesn't he just attack Shere Khan? Windchill 9:42 pm He's wearing a diaper? Wow what a baby. Whirl 9:42 pm Nothing wrong with being the scariest thing in the jungle. Windchill 9:42 pm I'm impressed. Swoop 9:43 pm Him burn everything Magnum Ace 9:43 pm ((gdi kid Whirl 9:43 pm I mean, I'd do exactly what the tiger asked. Windchill 9:43 pm *chinhands.* *Wolves are overrated but okay.* Specs 9:44 pm I agree. The tiger wants to be destroyed? Fine by me. Whirl 9:44 pm Should've burned him when he gave you the chance. Swoop 9:44 pm Him bear lazy. Not lots of fighting. Tiger better. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *Ravage snorts. Being a wolf and having a pack didn't save the lupine Steeljaw from him and the others.* Windchill 9:45 pm Pathetic. Bevel 9:45 pm Ha, distraction. Magnum Ace 9:45 pm -shouldn't they be trying to put out the fire?- Specs 9:45 pm *the dragon giggles a little. get him, earth ravage!* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *Hiss.* Swoop 9:46 pm Everything burning really fast for GREEN leaves and stuff. Whirl 9:46 pm If the fire's hot enough, I guess. Windchill 9:46 pm Can he even breathe up there? Specs 9:47 pm Things being dry helps. But I can't imagine he can breathe up there. I couldn't, anyways. On the other paw, I would also probably be on fire, so. Windchill 9:47 pm Or see. His eyes would be watering enough to put out the fires all by themselves. Swoop 9:47 pm Being on fire pretty fun Windchill 9:47 pm Unrealistic. Specs 9:47 pm You're made of metal, Swoop. I am not. Swoop 9:48 pm Fire fun for everyone : > Magnum Ace 9:48 pm The tiger is not paying attention to danger Specs 9:48 pm ... *the dragon scoots away from the dinobot* Magnum Ace 9:48 pm He's too focused on revenge And no, fire is not fun for everyone Windchill 9:48 pm What the heck kind of tree looks like that? Kinda cool. I mean, for a tree. Specs 9:49 pm Ravage's cousin said it was a fig creeper? Windchill 9:49 pm *Maybe he'll look it up later.* Magnum Ace 9:49 pm -says the mech who sets one of his pitches on fire- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm =Poor hunter. No calm.= *Even in the prison riot, Ravage kept his cool while slaughtering the guards.* =No patience.= Windchill 9:50 pm Dirty boys. Swoop 9:50 pm That bad perch Magnum Ace 9:50 pm Dead tree Swoop 9:50 pm Creak creak Specs 9:50 pm That's why your cousin should have beaten him. u_u Magnum Ace 9:50 pm It's going to break Swoop 9:51 pm KAHHAHHAHH DEAD Specs 9:51 pm Dead. Whirl 9:51 pm Nice. Windchill 9:51 pm I guess he was flammable. Bevel 9:51 pm He won with tricks. Specs 9:51 pm If he's furry, he's flammable. Trust me. Swoop 9:51 pm Swing over fire look fun : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm *Half-squint. Good. That would have been a fine lesson, if the tiger were Cybertronian. Too bad he's a flesh creature.* Bevel 9:51 pm Really good trick. Windchill 9:52 pm Ah yes, the fire that conveniently douses itself. Oh never mind, there it is. Kinda. Swoop 9:52 pm Bird Me Swoop want swing to play Whirl 9:52 pm ((the lick. bless)) Specs 9:52 pm ((bless panther and bear dad)) Windchill 9:52 pm Um. Bevel 9:52 pm ((I didn't notice that the last time Specs 9:53 pm *the dragon giggles a little. look at those proud docents. it's adorable.* Windchill 9:53 pm That is a giant baby elephant. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Soundwave leans forward a little. Are they building a-- they are. How fascinating. Do actual elephants do this?* Magnum Ace 9:54 pm Oh, wow Specs 9:54 pm Go clean off the hatchling, docent wolf. Windchill 9:54 pm Yeah okay. Swoop 9:54 pm There lot of wolves not lots of other animal who they eat Windchill 9:54 pm The wolves ate everyone else already? Swoop 9:55 pm kehehe, maybe! Specs 9:56 pm *gentle gasp* Docent wolf is the leader! Bevel 9:56 pm Or they mostly stay away. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm #:O #he did not go away! #that is a good end #I like it Swoop 9:57 pm ((oh, does he not go back in this one?)) Specs 9:57 pm *wiggles and taps* It looks like he doesn't, Zori! Windchill 9:57 pm Oh my god. Magnum Ace 9:57 pm That was...interesting Swoop 9:57 pm *bounces* Windchill 9:58 pm *Is that...it must be.* *His one true fear.* Bull 9:58 pm It wasn't too bad. Windchill 9:58 pm *CHRISTOPHER WALKEN.* *Goes bugeyed in horror.* Specs 9:58 pm *gets to gently flapping wings along with her boogeying* Bevel 9:59 pm *nods along to music* Magnum Ace 9:59 pm -settles again- Windchill 9:59 pm *What manner of evil is this?* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm #rude!! #they were walking! Swoop 10:00 pm KA! Book catch him. Windchill 10:00 pm *Horror has settled into a kind of annoyance.* *Finally, it's gone.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm [[Ah. So this is where this song is from.]] Windchill 10:01 pm Well. That was a movie I guess. Swoop 10:01 pm That movie pretty good. Even if no birds. Or dinosaurs. Or both. Windchill 10:01 pm There was a peacock. Swoop 10:01 pm Yeah Windchill 10:01 pm That's a bird. Swoop 10:01 pm but Windchill 10:01 pm I think. Swoop 10:01 pm him not do anything Windchill 10:01 pm That's true. Lazy bird. Swoop 10:02 pm Kehheh Bird not laaaaaaazy Her busy busy with eating keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm *Soundwave idly wonders if the serpent was telepathic. That eye trick was impressive.* Windchill 10:02 pm *Uses every last iota of control to not roll his eyeballs.* Eating is a good thing to be busy with. Swoop 10:03 pm yup Windchill 10:03 pm What if... I eat you? Swoop 10:03 pm No Specs 10:03 pm *the dragon stretches out* I think it's time to go back, before Whirl's friend eats me. Goodnight, everyone! *pat for Zori! pat for Chimera!* Swoop 10:04 pm Me Swoop keheh Me bite YOU Windchill 10:04 pm Yeah, I might just. Swoop 10:04 pm noOoo ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *Zori bleeps a goodbye, waving a pincer.*

#thank you for the cookie Windchill 10:04 pm Up and start eating people without warning. Whirl 10:04 pm Seeya, dragon. Swoop 10:04 pm That Grimlock thing kehehh Windchill 10:04 pm It could happen. Swoop 10:04 pm You not king Whirl 10:04 pm Windchill, I'm hoping you have enough self-control not to devour my friends. Windchill 10:04 pm *Waves at the retreating tasty morsel.* Specs 10:04 pm Always a pleasure to make cookies for my favorite micron. Seeya, Whirl! Windchill 10:05 pm Do you see me actively eating your friends right now? Whirl 10:05 pm *bobs his head goodbye* Windchill 10:05 pm They don't even look tasty. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Tiny gasp! Zori is a favorite? He's just gonna wiggle.* Whirl 10:05 pm No, but just because you're not up to doing something ridiculous NOW doesn't mean you won't later. Windchill 10:05 pm Well. Whirl 10:05 pm I know you too well. Windchill 10:05 pm To be fair. Swoop 10:05 pm *streeeeeeeeeeeeetches all his scrawny limbs out in many directions* *wings everywhere* Windchill 10:05 pm I haven't eaten anyone in a long time so it's either not really a problem, or I'm overdue. I guess we'll see. Wait. No. Do greyfaces count as people? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm [[Only some of them.]] Swoop 10:06 pm lots of people has GREY face Windchill 10:06 pm Oh, well. I've definitely eaten a few of those. Bevel 10:06 pm Greyfaces are annoying. Windchill 10:07 pm They don't mess with me much anymore, so. It paid off. Whirl 10:07 pm I don't count 'em as such, nope. Bull 10:07 pm 'Greyfaces'? *Bull Armor looks curious. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm [[Yes. They do seem to be quiet these days.]] Pause. [[He's not sure that is a good thing. It never has been before.]] Magnum Ace 10:07 pm They're annoying Windchill 10:08 pm Let's just say that I'm probably not planning on eating anyone. It's not really healthy for me. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Greyfaces. Y'know, the weird little grey things poppin' up sometimes, doin' 'n sayin' weird scrap.// Swoop 10:08 pm Not healthy for THEM kehhehh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Pow, 'n suddenly you got baseballs for eyes or somethin'.// Magnum Ace 10:08 pm Bull, the three days I couldn't practice was because of them Bevel 10:08 pm They do not bother me. *pleased* Windchill 10:08 pm Swoop's got the right idea. FakeProwl 10:08 pm *hears his name, looks up* ??? Bull 10:08 pm I have not run into any of them before. *unless they were talking about Sharky-dorgs* Swoop 10:09 pm Me Swoop have LOTS of right idea FakeProwl 10:09 pm *... no wait, that was "pow," not "Prowl." zones out again.* Windchill 10:09 pm I don't know about that, kiddo. Oh wait, excuse me. Swoop 10:09 pm :V Windchill 10:09 pm Not kiddo. Whirl 10:09 pm They've turned me into a bird at least once. Windchill 10:09 pm You're a big boy now. Swoop 10:09 pm Yah me Swoop have BIRTHDAY Whirl 10:09 pm But that was kinda fun, to be honest. Windchill 10:09 pm You're an old fart now! Swoop 10:09 pm Yup ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm {{Bird remembers Whirlybird. Neheheheh. Skritches.}} Swoop 10:09 pm Me Swoop am 33 YEARS now Whirl 10:10 pm *immediately squints at Laserbeak. How dare you* Magnum Ace 10:10 pm I've heard they also turn you into humans on occasion Whirl 10:10 pm *but I mean. U right* Windchill 10:10 pm The bird was...I think I slept through most of that. Did I? Swoop 10:10 pm Scritches? 😮 Windchill 10:10 pm *Looks mildly alarmed.* Swoop 10:10 pm *where are they he wants the scritches* Windchill 10:11 pm *Windchill has claws he can scritch like a DEMON.* Bevel 10:11 pm They turned my creator into a human once. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *Fight her, Whirl. She has a Dinobot.* Swoop 10:11 pm *is a dinobot* Whirl 10:11 pm *you know whirl would happily fight a dinobot* Windchill 10:11 pm *Windchill would fight anyone.* Whirl 10:12 pm I'm not going to remind you of the things you said when I was a bird. Windchill 10:12 pm *Doesn't mean he would WIN, 'specially not on purpose. But he would fight.* Whirl 10:12 pm Not being able to talk was a little irritating, but I could taste, so... even trade. Magnum Ace 10:12 pm They sound like they cause chaos Windchill 10:12 pm I remember I kissed your bird head. And the deposit made in my mouth. Swoop 10:12 pm Whirl was bird? Whirl 10:12 pm Also being the same size of these mooks *sidelong glance to the twins* was a novel experience. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[They are helpful on occasion.]] Windchill 10:12 pm That's about it. Whirl 10:12 pm Briefly, yep. Thanks to the greyfaces. Swoop 10:13 pm *flaps his wings* Fun HUH? Magnum Ace 10:13 pm Helpful? What I've heard is mostly...not Windchill 10:13 pm *Has noticed that they seem to be listening to real music.* Bull 10:13 pm *is even more confused* Windchill 10:14 pm I don't think I've met a helpful greyface in my life. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[Oh, yes. Now and then one of them will act on a shred of kindness. They have assisted him a few times before.]] Whirl 10:14 pm Oh, yeah. Analogue flight is great. I had the best of both worlds--analogue wings AND rotor arrays. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm *Rumble snorts.*

//You oughta be our size more often. Get away with LOADS more scrap, heh.// Swoop 10:15 pm *grins at whirl* wicked Windchill 10:15 pm Granted, seeing as I've taken to killing them when they piss me off, which is all the time, they're probably not much inclined to be nice to me. Whirl 10:15 pm Just goes to show you how good I am at getting away with stuff now, while I'm huge. *smugly* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *Rumble's mouth opens and closes for a moment before he just shrugs.*

//Yeah, I can't argue that. Like, at all.// Magnum Ace 10:16 pm . . . All right then... Whirl 10:16 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Soundwave thinks back to how he used to handle some of his worse greyfaces and looks over at Prowl. Too bad he can't ever talk about it. It would probably amuse the mech to find out an alternate was responsible for convincing him to stop.* FakeProwl 10:17 pm *~oblivious~* Magnum Ace 10:17 pm So...will they stop if I ignore them? Windchill 10:18 pm ...Maybe. Bevel 10:18 pm Or they might get worse. Swoop 10:18 pm Bird Windchill 10:19 pm Smushing 'em's easier. Magnum Ace 10:19 pm . . . Swoop 10:19 pm *is oblivious to the soundrack of his future playing in the background* Magnum Ace 10:19 pm I'm not as large as almost /all/ of you ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *There's reasons he's not using the ones with video footage. That's for another night.* Windchill 10:19 pm Greyfaces are small. Whirl 10:19 pm They go away eventually. I haven't seen one in a long, long time. Magnum Ace 10:20 pm So ignoring them should work? Swoop 10:20 pm Bird, you see grey magic stuff before? Windchill 10:20 pm It's worth a try. Bevel 10:20 pm I only saw them when I was a newbuild. Magnum Ace 10:21 pm -he'd rather not be on the bench for three or more days again- Windchill 10:21 pm But if they rain dildos on your head or make you bleed from your unmentionables...don't say you weren't warned. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm {{Lots, many many. Them bother Boss most timing, not Bird much. Quiet now. Questions, not many trick.}} Magnum Ace 10:21 pm What and what? Windchill 10:21 pm ... Let's just say that I have a reason to kill them on sight these days. Several reasons. Magnum Ace 10:21 pm ? Swoop 10:22 pm Oh. Neat! Me Swoop.... umm.... dunno... *legitimately cannot recall if this is a thing that happened before to him, given that he's from a pretty batty universe to start with* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[He prefers the ones who ask questions.]] *Taps his leg, thinking.* [[Not that the inhabitants of the multiverse aren't capable of bizarre or unpleasant things all by themselves.]] Bull 10:22 pm .... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[But at least they have never convinced a small horde of sentient insects to crown him their king.]] Windchill 10:23 pm *Feels personally attacked.* Bevel 10:23 pm *giggles* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *Glance at Bevel. He hears you.* Swoop 10:24 pm *glances over at the speakers and feels kind of weird, can't explain why, he's just glad the song is over* Bevel 10:24 pm *giggles harder* Windchill 10:24 pm Anyway, greyfaces are generally stupid and do the same things over and over. Magnum Ace 10:25 pm ..... Windchill 10:25 pm *Or, would if he hadn't put a dent in their population.* Magnum Ace 10:25 pm I really have no idea what you are talking about. But okay Windchill 10:25 pm That's probably a good thing. Swoop 10:26 pm *scrunches up his nose* what noise? Windchill 10:27 pm *Tries to not snicker at Swoop's face.* *Fails.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Music.]] Swoop 10:28 pm *rolls his optics at soundwave* Windchill 10:28 pm Him Swoop no like? Swoop 10:28 pm Me Swoop like HER BIRD music : > ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[Then you can attend the next newbuild night to listen to it.]] Bevel 10:29 pm I like it. Swoop 10:29 pm Me Swoop not NEWbuilt. Me 33 now. Windchill 10:30 pm That's right. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[You are under two million. You are a newbuild.]] Magnum Ace 10:30 pm ... Windchill 10:30 pm Our little baby is...*makes a dramatic show of wiping away a tear.* ...all grown up. I'm so proud. Swoop 10:30 pm Two million is SOOOO MANY! Magnum Ace 10:30 pm -RIGHT! Not going to ask ages now, they have to be up early tomorrow- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm \\HE'S *YOUR* KID? THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH.\\ *Ask them ages next time. It'll be a hoot.* Windchill 10:31 pm No, thank Primus. Well. FakeProwl 10:31 pm *at some point, Prowl gradually became conscious of the fact that there is not, in fact, a movie playing anymore.* Windchill 10:31 pm I mean. Magnum Ace 10:31 pm Soundwave? Can we get assistance home now? Bevel 10:31 pm *welcome to the after party, prowl* FakeProwl 10:31 pm *he started picking up on the conversation again somewhere around the time Soundwave said that anyone under two million was a newbuild.* Windchill 10:31 pm If he were he probably wouldn't have turned out like that, so you're mileage may vary. FakeProwl 10:32 pm *looks at Soundwave like that's the wildest thing he's ever heard.* *admittedly, his "that's wild" face is a 😐 face, but still.* Swoop 10:32 pm Two million SO SO MANY Magnum Ace 10:32 pm -he will and probably just /stare/- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[...What? No it isn't. Not here.]] Windchill 10:32 pm Is it? *Legitimately doesn't know.* Swoop 10:32 pm Uh huh Windchill 10:32 pm Huh. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Looks at Prowl. How is that surprising? You know how old he is.* Windchill 10:33 pm I've been told a million is a lot. FakeProwl 10:33 pm *you're considered a newbuild until you're TWO MILLION?* Magnum Ace 10:33 pm ...... FakeProwl 10:33 pm *TWO? MILLION?* Magnum Ace 10:33 pm Wait Wait, hold on Two million years? Swoop 10:33 pm Me Swoop aaaaaaaaaaalmost 50! That a loooootttt, Soundwave. Not a newbuilt. Bevel 10:34 pm My creator is like fifty million. *she might have added a couple million there* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm //So's Bird.//

{{NO! Not fifty!}} Mutter mutter sounds like forty-something. Bull 10:34 pm Million? ... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm \\WE'RE LONG-LIVED, BUDDY.\\ Swoop 10:34 pm How old Bird is? *giggles* Magnum Ace 10:35 pm I can tell. Bevel 10:35 pm *waves her hand dismissively and grins* Close enough! FakeProwl 10:35 pm ... I'd spent over half my life at war when I hit two million. Windchill 10:35 pm Is a gazillion a big number? *He's heard that one before, too.* Magnum Ace 10:35 pm . . . Can we go home now? FakeProwl 10:35 pm In your universe, mechs aren't even considered competent to make their own decisions until then? Bevel 10:36 pm We can make decisions before two million! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[Your timeline is shorter. He would not count y-- one moment.]] To the Leaguers: [[There will be a bridge waiting outside when you are ready to take it. Try not to dwell on the age matter too much.]] Magnum Ace 10:36 pm -nods- Okay...and thank you Swoop 10:37 pm Two million toooo maaanyyyy. Me Swoop can kill mech TODAY. That grown up thing. Bull 10:37 pm Umm, thanks. Maybe see you guys next week. *waves* Bevel 10:37 pm That is because it is different in your universe. Magnum Ace 10:37 pm -scrambles down and out. Time to get home- Good night Windchill 10:38 pm *Waves because it's polite to acknowledge people or something to that effect.* Swoop 10:39 pm Me Swoop want to see Bird doing music thing LOTS! Not wait for Neeeewbuilt Night. That for BABIES. Windchill 10:39 pm Oh... ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[Where was he... two million. Yes. Technically it is one and a half million years, but with so many records missing and different planetary schedules he finds it easier to check a whole number.]] Windchill 10:39 pm So that means I can go? Swoop 10:39 pm (( every time swoop says the word baby or babies, he WILL say it like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFzXIplizck )) Bevel 10:40 pm *not going to dwell on the fact that she's been fighting and killing since she figured out how to really transform* Windchill 10:40 pm (( Oh my god. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm //How old are ya, Windchill?// Whirl 10:40 pm ((omg im sorry if anyone said anything to whirl i got distracted by an extremely cute beetle)) Swoop 10:40 pm *was conceived for badass 80s murder specifically and has no idea what adult night could possibly be where he isn't allowed to attend* Windchill 10:40 pm Wheh? FakeProwl 10:40 pm ((share it)) Windchill 10:40 pm (( I saw ur beetle post I would be distracted by that precious nibbler 2 )) Uh. I don't do math and so don't know how old I am. Swoop 10:41 pm Bird, Bird. Tell Him Soundwave that Me Swoop not a baaaby. Me can do ANYTHING. Dinobots can do anything! And listen to Bird music is a thing! Whirl 10:41 pm (( http://megaweapon.tumblr.com/post/167964851515/thebabys-exoskeleton-has-darkened-completely-now )) Windchill 10:41 pm It's a mystery...it's history... Whirl 10:41 pm ((uhh that didn't... paste quite right bit ot's a video of the beetle being cute)) FakeProwl 10:42 pm ((what a cute)) Whirl 10:42 pm Yeah, I was grown long before I was two million, too. Swoop 10:42 pm You Whirl tell Soundwave too! Tell Him that Me Swoop can go to Dancitron on NOT Newbuilt Night. Windchill 10:42 pm *Furrows his brows.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm @Prowl: (txt): What reason, surprise? [[It is his business. He will restrict you to the night he considers appropriate.]] Swoop 10:43 pm :V Bevel 10:43 pm I am two million so I do not have to go to newbuild night anymore. *she really should go to Dancitron on a regular night sometime huh* Swoop 10:43 pm What APPROPRIATE? Whirl 10:44 pm Pfft, as if, Swoop, this isn't MY house. Swoop 10:44 pm Dinobots NEVER appropriate Windchill 10:44 pm *Snorts.* Hell yeah, that's the right attitude. *He's never appropriate either.* Whirl 10:44 pm *looks to the twins* How old're you two, anyway? If you told me, I've already forgot. FakeProwl 10:44 pm @Soundwave «That seems an absurdly long time for a person to be blundering about too cluelessly to be trusted to handle his own life.» Swoop 10:45 pm *back swoop up here, prowl* *LetTheDinoDrink2018* FakeProwl 10:45 pm *oh no, you should absolutely not be trusted around narcotics of any kind* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm //We're, uh... 20 million?// \\18 MILLION.\\ //Frag it. Somewhere in there. Busted chronometers, y'know.// Death'll do that. Windchill 10:45 pm *Briefly wonders if he might be a baby by comparison to anyone else...decides not to worry about it.* Swoop 10:46 pm *whines* Biiird Bevel 10:46 pm You were dead? Windchill 10:46 pm *He's pretty sure that he's older than Swoop, so good enough.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm {{Bird never dead, what you talking about? Peh.}} Swoop 10:46 pm ((windchill and swoop at newbuilt night)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm {{What Swoop?}} Whirl 10:47 pm Well. ...damn. Bevel 10:47 pm *so confused* Whirl 10:47 pm That's a long time to be alive. *what an INTELLIGENT AND THOUGHTFUL RESPONSE WHIRL* Swoop 10:47 pm Me Swoop want to listen to You Bird. Newbuilt Night, no Newbuilt Night. : < Whirl 10:47 pm *he's honestly a bit flabbergasted* Windchill 10:47 pm (( That would be...bad. )) Bevel 10:47 pm I guess. *shrugs* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm {{You swoop Newbuild. You go that night.}} Swoop 10:48 pm 💔 *u cut him deep bord* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm @Prowl: (txt): Not blundering. Soundwave explains; patience requested. Windchill 10:50 pm *Crosses his legs.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *acknowledging ping* Swoop 10:50 pm : < Windchill 10:51 pm Numbers schmumbers. Swoop 10:51 pm yeAH Windchill 10:51 pm *What.* Swoop 10:51 pm Me Swoop can do anything 2 million year bot do : < Windchill 10:51 pm Except display a modicum of common sense or rational decision making. Swoop 10:52 pm You meet Huffer? kehehhh Windchill 10:52 pm ... Does he do drugs? Bevel 10:52 pm Huffer whines a lot. Windchill 10:52 pm I would too, with a name like that. Swoop 10:52 pm Huffer get smack a lot kehheeh For say dumb stuff AT bots Windchill 10:53 pm Wow. He gets smacked...for saying dumb stuff? Swoop 10:53 pm Yup Windchill 10:53 pm Huh. Bevel 10:53 pm That is mean. Windchill 10:53 pm I wonder how much of MY life that explains. *Not enough of it.* Actually. Swoop 10:54 pm Him Grimlock say Him eat Huffer but Huffer kehhh Huffer probably give tank ache kee Windchill 10:54 pm Most of my recent smackings are for putting my mouth on Whirl so that's warranted. Whirl 10:54 pm Damn right. Windchill 10:54 pm Yeah. That's how I consent to being smacked. Swoop 10:55 pm (( my personal favorite huffer pic http://tfwiki.net/mediawiki/images2/4/4f/DivideandConquer_shutupHuffer.jpg )) Windchill 10:55 pm I ask for it. Whirl 10:55 pm Don't YOU get any bright ideas, neither. *peers at Swoop* Bevel 10:55 pm *can't argue there, she's punched bots for similar* Swoop 10:55 pm Bright idea? Windchill 10:55 pm (( BEautiful. )) Bevel 10:55 pm ((omg Ironhide plz FakeProwl 10:56 pm ((i looked at optimus's chest and i first i thought that was a nightmarish upside-down reflection of optimus's face)) Bevel 10:56 pm ((his whole hand fits over his face i can't Whirl 10:56 pm If you didn't get it right away, I ain't explaining. Bevel 10:56 pm ((i did too puff Swoop 10:56 pm Him bite you? Windchill 10:56 pm I think what Whirl means to say, is...don't have any ideas at all. *Gasps in faux offense at this insinuation.* Windchill 10:58 pm *As if Windchill has ever been anything but a gentle lover.* Swoop 10:58 pm ??? Whirl 10:58 pm I don't know who you're asking what, at this point. Windchill 10:58 pm *Except when he's not and legit bites people.* Swoop 10:58 pm *points to windchill* Him bite you *points to whirl* Whirl 10:58 pm Nope. Why the hell would he BITE me? Swoop 10:59 pm *cocks his head, has no idea what we're talking about oanymore* Windchill 10:59 pm Because you're so tasty, Whirl. I just can't help myself. Whirl 10:59 pm Don't you start spreading rumors about me. Windchill 10:59 pm Mmmmhmmmm. Bevel 10:59 pm Ew. Windchill 10:59 pm *Licks his lips grossly.* Sorry. Old habits. Whirl 10:59 pm Ugh. Windchill 11:00 pm I love rumours. They're like a disease. Swoop 11:00 pm *blows raspberries at this whole conversation* Bevel 11:00 pm *...not sure if she imagined that apology, what's in this drink?* Windchill 11:00 pm Anyway. Swoop 11:01 pm Bird! Me Swoop want to go play. With you! Windchill 11:01 pm I'm hardly the one spreading rumours when you've got everyone lined up to feast on your corpse the moment you kick the bucket. Has nothing to do with ME. Whirl 11:01 pm I've got exactly ONE PERSON. Windchill 11:02 pm Yeah, and he's lining up. I'd eat you if you'd share. So selfish. I mean. Think about it. I could eat you and you would be a part of me. /Forever./ Bevel 11:02 pm *gonna pet Chimera instead of being part of this conversation yep* Whirl 11:03 pm That's horrifying. Windchill 11:03 pm I know. Whirl 11:03 pm And my cue to leave. This has officially gotten too weird for me. *streeetches* Windchill 11:03 pm I have a macabre sense of humour, I can't believe you haven't noticed already. Whirl 11:03 pm Catch you losers later. Bevel 11:03 pm Night, Whirl! Windchill 11:03 pm Bye, sucker. Have fun with your space boat... Without me... FakeProwl 11:04 pm *if Bevel wanted to avoid the conversation, she should have planned ahead like Prowl and not gotten adequate sleep for three weeks. It makes it very easy to zone out.* *although, admittedly, very hard to do anything else.* Windchill 11:04 pm Actually it'd be cool if you showed some pics sometime. Whirl 11:04 pm When it's actually fixed up I'll invite you lot over, or something. Windchill 11:05 pm That's fair. Swoop 11:05 pm Bird. Me Swoop want to stay with You :X Windchill 11:05 pm Maybe I'll even bring that butt I owe you. You can mount it on your dashboard. That would be fun to explain. Whirl 11:05 pm Y'know, I think I'll pass on THAT... but you did just give me an idea. Bevel 11:06 pm *like pay attention to the movie but she'll consider it in the future* Windchill 11:06 pm You're welcome. I honestly haven't found a butt yet. Since MINE isn't good enough for you. *turns up his noseless face. Snubbed.* At this rate I'll probably have to resort to killing someone to take their butt as a trophy. Which is horrible. Whirl 11:07 pm Sorry, I'm very selective about my butts, mech. Windchill 11:07 pm You're not sorry in the slightest. Whirl 11:08 pm Okay, fair. I'm not. *hops up* Windchill 11:08 pm It's okay, I forgive you. *Shoos Whirl away. Shoo!* Windchill 11:10 pm *Is honestly more shocked that nobody seems to have a problem with him killing someone to steal their butt than anything.* Swoop 11:11 pm *would kill for shits and giggles so...( ** Bevel 11:12 pm *has killed for money?* *or whatever counts for money in some universes, energon, ship parts, whatever* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm @Prowl: (txt): Underworld traversed after creation. Dangerous terrain, horrific creatures, strange mechs. Blundering survivors: rare.

Aboveground, decisions made. Purpose, rank, location. Transfers effected. There, additional knowledge given. Work, social, life navigation, government propaganda... last, most required. All more, if high caste.

Low caste mechs often released early. This, not considered problem - dead unfinished low-caste newbuild: unimportant, replaceable.

Soundwave believes all deserve full time. Second opinion: Soundwave's timeline: ancient; much learning required. Survivors: experienced warriors. Time understanding, navigating new society, learning self-protection: vital. This, neutral zone. Safe place. Soundwave refuses assistance, situations: fresh faction persuasion, war restart; association without appropriate identity awareness; potential mental, physical, legal endangerment; other.

If exception requested, source: Prowl timeline mech, personal judgment formed Windchill 11:12 pm *Disgusting, all of you.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm Span differences already known. Here, two million rule: firm. Swoop 11:14 pm *is going to eat this entire dish of treats one after another while staring at Bird, play with him gdi* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *WHOO now i can read what i was missing* Bevel 11:14 pm *mercenary thank you* Swoop 11:14 pm ((writing a book there cro)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm ((there's a lot of HC behind his rule and i have to condense it and then condense it more into his speech ;; )) Windchill 11:15 pm *Probably killed more people, if you count organics, than anyone in this room, by virtue of being a Decepticon. Still judging you for not judging.* Swoop 11:16 pm ((no rush! I'm rewatching that video with the SICK Lucio player with King of Swing for the song lol)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm *Soundwave would contest that claim, but frankly he'd rather not bring up how much death he's personally responsible for. And Prowl can make his own claim, though Soundwave would suspect he's sort of the hands-through-someone-else variety.* FakeProwl 11:17 pm @Soundwave «... It takes you a full two million years to learn the bare minimum needed to function well enough to go to a regular bar?» *That sounds to Prowl like either pathetically weak learning retention abilities or an extreme disregard for the basic intelligence and competence of mechs who had reached maturity but had yet to reach an arbitrarily high benchmark to qualify for adulthood.* Windchill 11:17 pm *It's okay because Windchill can't count.* *So we'll never know.* Swoop 11:17 pm *is at a crippling murder disadvantage by virtue of his age and the small number of surviving Cybertronians at the tme of his birth and would be SO OFFENDED if this was part of the conversation out loud* FakeProwl 11:17 pm *Prowl will make no claim because it would involve jumping into a conversation he isn't even hearing.* Bevel 11:18 pm *Bevel doesn't take anything Windchill says seriously so she won't judge anything he says as she's pretty sure it's a lie to get someone to react* Windchill 11:18 pm *One day, Swoop, one day.* *He tells the truth most of the time. Short of the rhino sweat incident and some stupid thing he might have said last week.* *It's complicated.* Bevel 11:20 pm *so many conversations not actually happening ha* Windchill 11:20 pm *It's for the best.* Whirl 11:20 pm *slinks off* Windchill 11:20 pm *YELLS.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *The twins wave as Whirl goes* Windchill 11:20 pm BYE SUCKERRRRR. Bevel 11:20 pm *you're still here?* Swoop 11:20 pm *licks this dumb plate clean* Windchill 11:21 pm *Sniffs.* Bevel 11:21 pm *no wait there he go* Windchill 11:21 pm *Wipes away another tear.* I'll miss him... *Hand over spark.* I'll never forget you, Whirl. Bevel 11:23 pm *gently coaxes Chimera awake* I have to leave now and I do not think Soundwave will let me take you home. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm [[It will do them good to be around others who do not mind them. Go ahead.]] Bevel 11:24 pm Awesome 🙂 Swoop 11:24 pm *chirps* Windchill 11:25 pm *Makes a face.* Bevel 11:26 pm *then she will be taking her new arm band and heading out, but not before bidding everyone goodnight and waving* Windchill 11:26 pm *Waves casually.* Swoop 11:28 pm *pat pats at Bird* Me Swoop want to play now ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm {{We go.}} Swoop 11:28 pm : > Kaaaay *follows Bird off to whatever Activity she picks* Windchill 11:29 pm This feels anticlimatic. I feel...hungry. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave stated two million years considered maximum. Reminder: Most time spent before: government. Importance reduction: severe. Society also broken, changed; less learning time required.

However, Soundwave's duty: protect patrons. Cannot perform, defend self/business if established guideline: ignored, new risks: ignored. Therefore, all elevated, level: former full high caste time requirement.

*Small shrugs. It was the best he could do for himself and the newbuilds with how the world has changed.* Windchill 11:38 pm *Time to FEED.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm *Take some of the snacks with you. There's always tons of them, thanks to Laserbeak's appetite and the dragon's supplying.* Windchill 11:39 pm *Probably not on people.* *Nope.* Windchill 11:41 pm *Has been perpetually starving since the war began, it's easier to forego snacks altogether than test his self control and risk eating all of them.* FakeProwl 11:41 pm @Soundwave «... That's still a massive maximum.» Windchill 11:41 pm *THAT WOULD BE GREEDY.* Windchill 11:42 pm *He has enough guilt to deal with without adding that nonsense to it.* *Creeps out like a creeper.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Soundwave pings Windchill goodnight as he leaves.* Windchill 11:43 pm *Ew, he's been spotted.* *FLEES.* *Flees RUDELY.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm @Prowl: (txt): Remedy's age: 83 million. Alpha Trion--

*Never mind how old Soundwave thinks that mech actually is.*

--Older. Soundwave's belief: native newbuilds coping capability: high.

Noted side benefit: peaceful club nights. Death threats, brawls, unpleasant historical descriptions: rare. Good balance. FakeProwl 11:50 pm "Coping capability"? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm (txt): Rule acceptance, fuss: minimum. FakeProwl 11:52 pm ... You're... saying they have an unusually high natural inclination toward unquestioning compliance? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm (txt): Negative.

*And he looks vaguely alarmed by the idea, sitting up straight.*

(txt): Suggestion: If expected lifespan exceeds twenty times restriction length/higher, restriction length: minor inconvenience. FakeProwl 11:54 pm ... You're suggesting that youth are patient? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm (txt): Prowl knows comparable alternative location? FakeProwl 11:55 pm ... Location? *when did they switch from talking about ages to talking about places?* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm (txt): Affirmative. If visitation desire: retained, comparable location: unknown/inaccessible, patience: enforced.

*Pause.*

(txt): Unless comparable location BUILT. Permitted, difficult, unlikely. FakeProwl 12:01 am ... Oh, you're talking about permission to visit your bar. No, I don't c— I'm not talking about that. I'm just, trying to get a grasp of your universe's conception of maturity. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am (txt): Difficult. Known, understood framework: outdated, unrelated, irrelevant. What importance, full Vosian political behavioral knowledge, proven handling ability? Vos: ruined. Political structure: gone. Titles: unimportant. Negative. Alternative: Underworld escape success? Basic wilderness survival skills possessed upon emergence; nothing else known.

Total time after ceasefire, initial newbuild reappearance: <5 years. New concept not possessed. FakeProwl 12:13 am But even as it was before your war, I can't get my head around— Here, let me illustrate this. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am *Settles in to listen.* FakeProwl 12:14 am *And when he says "illustrate" he means "use math," of course.* FakeProwl 12:15 am The oldest mechs in your universe can reach, from the sound of it, around a hundred million years. Is that a fair estimate? A hundred million for you, and for my universe—as far as we know—it's more like ten million. So based on our known recorded histories, your mechs max out at about ten times older than my mechs. Ten times. But it takes your mechs fifty MILLION times longer to be considered matured. FakeProwl 12:17 am So, even taking the proportional ages of mechs in your universe and in my universe into account... I'm—I'm trying to figure out what you spend all that time doing. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am (txt): Education, practice, social connection, monitored activities; all extended lengths. In false memories, many centuries practicing single skill until perfect. Time spent not problem when upward mobility, personal activity choice: minimal.

(txt): ...That, if fortunate. Majority not included. Recall statements: "low caste mechs often released early", "low caste newbuild: unimportant, replaceable". Well always creating. Brief instruction, basic knowledge, early removal/termination. [][][]All that time[][][] expectation: not long, if theirs. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am *In other words, if you were lucky you did what you were always going to do over and over and over because nobody else was vacating their position. And if you weren't, it didn't really matter.* FakeProwl 12:39 am Yes, I heard the part about the low caste mechs. It's unfortunate but irrelevant to my point. When I said fifty million times longer, that's ALL our mechs—including the very top of the social hierarchy, the mechs that probably got little gold stars next to their alt-modes in the Grand Cybertronian Taxonomy. Our proto-senators didn't spend any more time being prepared for the world than our flashlights, and—by the sound of it—that time was shorter than even your most oppressed. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:52 am (txt): Perhaps Prowl's timeline efficiency: higher, stagnation: lower? Similar events achieved within span fraction.

(txt): Perhaps two million years not true required time reflection. Instead, average time between upper caste position vacancies. Then, stalling, new maturity line required.

(txt): Perhaps direct math: nonapplicable. Earth horses, walking within minutes. Earth humans, full year.

(txt): All unknown. Apologies. FakeProwl 12:56 am ... Maybe. *vaguely, to any and all of the above.* Sorry, I—don't think I'm... equipped, currently, for speculating on all this. *How many times had he had to ask Soundwave to clarify what he was saying? Forget trying to make sense of WHAT Soundwave was saying, Prowl was barely keeping up with HOW he was saying—* *He'd forgotten to give Soundwave permission for telepathy. The whole night. He goes very still, and turns his optics off. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.* ... I should go home. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *He will return the light knee touch, though it's more of a rest than a pat. Patting seems like it'd come off as patronizing right now.*

(txt): If Prowl desires. Recharge: important; age discussion postponement: acceptable. Rest. Soundwave sees soon. FakeProwl 1:01 am *Recharge. Yeah. That'd be nice.* Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:02 am (txt): Goodnight. FakeProwl 1:02 am *And with that, he disappears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:06 am *Soundwave opts to spend the night on the couch, and after about an hour spent wondering why Prowl has insomnia instead of getting to sleep himself, he'll pull the generator out and tuck it close by. Uneasy rest happens after that.*

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A Woman and a Miracle

so... i just thought, I’ll give you a little context here. All y'all funky people don't even know where I am. Besides in a hammock in Peru. With a monkey.

But there is more than this monkey here. There is also the second monkey. I think they are a couple but have some beef at the moment.

There is a shaman. But he doesn’t like the word shaman.

There is a bunch of russians. They don't really smile so much. Like never.

And there is a woman. Well... THE woman. (not the monkey woman, although tecnically we’re all monkeys)

And there is of course:

A MIRACLE

(tadaaa, drums please!)

(thank you, thank you. yeah. alright.)

PART I

You see... miracles are for the truthseeker what data is for the researcher. It is evidence. Spiritual evidence (not the only one of course). Without miracles, faith is just a believe. But with miracles... faith becomes knowing. And life becomes a magic carpet ride. A magic magic carpet ride. Fireworks to the left, music to the right, signs all the way through.

And one thing becomes very clear.

That miracles actually aren't miracles. They are lawful events.

They are just the natural effects of causes set in ones inner realm. Every little thing happens according to laws. Within, without, everywhere, all the time.

If ones perspective towards reality shifts, the whole universe responses. If your perspective shifts to one that is closer to the truth, things immediately run more smoothly. If it shifts a little more, things run in flow state, meaningful coincidences happen, synchronicities, fireworks, music and shit like that. If one perspective shifts right to the center, you hit the jackpot and get a miracle that changes your life with a 180 in an instant. This is the magic of reality. If you have experienced this for a certain number of time, believing stops, knowing starts, knowing that one has a intimate relationship with the universe.

Knowing this, that the cosmos is aware, that the cosmos responds, that the cosmos cares enables one to accept its love. Knowing that you are deeply loved and having an ongoing experience of that

is the real miracle.

Living with this knowledge naturally, lawfully makes one a person touched by grace. The love you receive will overflow. The light that shines on you will reflect to anyone you come in contact with. That kind of person.

A person that perceives abundance instead of scarcity, harmony where once was chaos, beauty where once was disgust, peace where once was turmoil. It changes this persons frequency and makes them saintly, free of greed, ill-will, animosity. This person surely will act beneficial for himself and for others and thus will be someone who bears good fruits, as JC said it.

Miracles, they make one eager to learn more about the spiritual laws, and become more disciplined in their application. One wishes to uncover more and more of this treausure one has stumbled upon inside so that one day one fully realizes ones own Buddha-Nature.There is a little line, if that line is crossed one finds oneself fully in the gravitational field of the selfless Self, the One in the Many, the Soul of Souls.

Because of that, one begins to understand that there is a difference between the morality of religions and societies and the morality of the cosmos that encompasses the whole law of being-ness. One begins to understand that if one does good and contribute to the harmony, peace and happiness of our earthling-family, that includes our brothers and sisters of the animal- and plant-kingdoms as well, one gets rewarded. In the inner kingdom one experiences good vibes, good thoughts, good energy and in the outer realm of the kingdom one is blessed with good relations, harmonious circumstances and material wealth. One begins to understand the true meaning of the Kingdom, which is in fact a fractal. Understanding leads to love. Love leads to care.

And the Kingdom begins to care for one.

As a mother cares for her child.

As a master cares for his student.

As a lover cares for his beloved.

As a friend cares for his friend.

The Kingdom IS the mother, master, lover, friend for such a person.

And this is the beginning of heaven.

Just the beginning. But it changes everything.

That is the teaching. And there is a way. And that way, the beautiful Dhamma is a great jewel in each and every persons life who has come across it.

People will notice. Something is different with you. Wherever you go people will feel the natural mystic in the air. They feel there is no evil in you.

There is a Path. Attaining the Path is the first goal. And practicing it is of utmost importance.

"Practice! Practice a lot, Ananda" said the Buddha to His disciple "and you will find a master hard to find."

“Doing Good. Avoiding doing bad. Purifing oneself! This is the whole of the Dhamma” the Buddha said.

“Love! Love your neighbor as yourself and love your God with all your Heart and Strength and Might! This is the Law and the Prophets” the Christ said.

Practice! Love! Practice Loving! Love Practicing!

Until you cross the thin line and enter the stream.

Then all will be good.

Sotapana.

The Path leads to the line, merges into the stream that carries one to the ultimate.

Practice!

Morality. Mastery over the mind. Wisdom. These are the three disciplines.

...

just a sec

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shit ran away with me a little

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lets take a little break

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la la la

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intense shit, right?

hmm where were we?

lets start at the beginning...

PART II

ah ja, there were monkeys, shamans, russians (which are actually not important),there was a woman and a miracle.

And all that in the middle of the Peruvian jungle. Where else would one expect monkeys and shamans?

Ages ago, at least one lifetime, I was studying medicine back in Germany. I was quite good and managed it with surprising ease. But I was also a rebel. Ask my mother, she can tell you I already annoyed everyone in kindergarten. I was always critizising what I was doing and testing if the trench we all sit on is really suitable for the future. Many people liked it. Many didn’t. I never cared. I believed in my wings.

So I started researching other ways of healing. I believed in science. I believed in God already. I didn’t believe in religion. And I haven’t had found out yet, that science is a religion in itself. I researched, and smoked a lot of weed, I read testimonials of people who got cured of cancer in the jungles of South America, got healed by this or that ancient herb in God knows what mountain village or African bushtown. I knew people myself, who meditated their diseases away. I heard incredible stories and decided to take them seriously.

And one day I had to come and see for myself.

Now, many years later I am here. In Peru. I quit med-school long ago. I don’t need a professor anymore to teach me the reality of my body and mind. I don’t need a doctor who knows all the theories about health but looks like a bag of old potatoes. I close my eyes and meditate to see the reality of my mind and body. I open my eyes and tap into the present moment to see the reality of the world. I feel my body, use my body, stretch my body, exercise my body, fill my body with good shit, try to avoid bad shit. Try to find balance, stability, strength and ease in posture. I don’t need to study health. I need to practice it. From moment to moment

In Peru, in the remote center of Don Pepe, somewhere in the moskito-infested jungle, taking care not to kick a chicken with every step I take, I am witnessing some amazing stuff.

There is this old abuela. Yesterday I hold her sweating arm, while Pepe was treating her foot. You see, the foot is dead. I mean rotten-dead. Cut-it-off dead. Seeing-the-bones dead. The doctors wanted to amputate. Any sane person would advise this. But not Don Pepe. He was treating it. And the tissues were growing back. Every day. Little by little. The black stinking flesh is regaining color. Where there is no flesh, it is growing back. Fat. Nerve. Muscle. And this is just normal business here.

At night, when we drink Ayahuasca, I see jacked giants breaking out in tears, sobbing for their mother, facing the emotional traumas they have buried deep down in their souls and forgotten about it. At daylight I see them again. Changed. More open. Less dark. Lighter.

And although medical miracles... Not the miracle I want to share tonight.

The miracle has to do with the woman.

But I gotta go back in the days for that. Way back.

When I was studying medicine, I also fell in love with... drugs. Hamburgs techno-scene was hot, the music was fresh, the people cool. Still to this day I believe Hamburg has the dopest people of all cities on Earth. I was taken by it. The MDMA allowed me to open to others, connect in a way I never knew before. I felt as if I was part of something bigger, something beautiful. I felt beautiful myself. I was less tense. More smooth. People genuinely liked me all of a sudden. Chicks liked me. And I liked them. I loved them. I loved the music. I loved the dancing, the sweat, the sexyness. I loved the vibrations. I loved the rush. Not long until I was completely addicted to it.

I needed money. For entries. For drinks. For drugs. For more drinks.

I lied to my mother. I requested money for this or that new medical book, plastic sceleton, or whatever shit I came up with. When she stopped sending me money, because it was just too much, I had a drink with a friend of mine and the next day we bought a few hundred pills and pushed them in the clubs ourselves.

He stopped soon. He said, it destroyed the parties for him. I didn’t stop. I just started. For me it didn’t destroy the parties. It just changed the game to another level. At the beginning it was cool. It was just a side hustle, for a few minutes when I went from the dancefloor to take a piss and someone asked me for something in the bathroom. I was amazed that instead of spending a hundred bucks per night I went home with an additional hundred.

Then two hundred.

Then five hundred.

Then I realized that I can sell pills in Berlin for double the price, triple even, quadruple sometimes. In Hamburg we were family, we knew each other, we couldn’t rip each other off. But in Berlin, my hometown, nobody gave a shit.

Each friday morning, when I was finished raving in Hamburgs `”Baalsaal” I took a ride to Berlin, where I would keep on partying the weekend, to be back in university on monday morning.

In Berlin I made a thousand. Per night.

I always loved the Berghain. It was just another thing. More mature. More naked. Rough and sexy.

They had their own dealers. Not that they worked for the club, but they had their claims there. But soon I realized, they came quite late, because late is when the real party starts. But the tourists didn’t know that. And the tourists were the ones who needed shit. My shit. And I could ask any price I wanted. Because they had no fuckin’ clue. And there was nobody else anyway.

It was fuckin’ gold-rush

Before the first of the home-dealers arrived I already made 2 grand.

For what? For having a great time!

It took a few weeks and I didn’t give a shit about the dealers anymore. They knew me, they liked me, I liked them. I had my regular customers who would party every weekend and would get a line or pill for free every now and then.

Everyone knew me. Everyone knew my shit was awesome. Everyone was my friend. I felt like the coolest cat in the coolest club of the world.

I was shining. I was the sugarman. I was King-fuckin’-Kong!

And I literally had unlimited money.

And then I saw her. Sitting on a black, worn-out leather couch, between two good looking dudes.

Her face was a masterpiece. Her hair looked liked fuckin’ silk. You know, like in the commercials. Like L’oreal or something like that.

She had the vibe. Fresh. Light. And dirty at the same time, ‘cause there are only dirty people in this club.

Before I even said “Hi”, I was in love. Struck by lightning

I said I liked her face. It was a stupid line. But she liked it and smiled.

“I am Josi!” she said. And I was lost. She had me. She just needed to take it.

We talked and danced and heeell yeah

she had a groove.

A girl with a groove like that, a girl who knows how to bounce the shit out of the dancefloor, that is rare, like purple moons. They exist. I saw them. But only a few times.

Her life's goal, she said, "is just being in the Here and Now"

My God, I would have killed anyone for this woman.

I had already sold all my stuff that night and had now only eyes for her. I liked to pay for her drinks and get massive bundles of money out of my pocket. She was pushing dope herself and when she heard how much I already made that night she just couldn't believe it. Like she really didn’t believed it. Until I showed her all my money. I tried to impress her by telling her I sell dope since I was 14, which was true, but I stopped at 18 and started doing armed robberies instead.

She wasn’t focused, so I took the rest of her dope and pushed it within the next 30 minutes.

We drank so much. We snorted even more. I put two lines on the screen of my phone and she sniffed them both away with a single stroke. We laughed. The smiles in our faces wouldn't stop.

But we didn't go home with each other.

The whole week I was thinking about her. Monday, while looking into the microscope. Tuesday, while cutting of some fat of some old dead dude. Wednesday while reading stuff in the library. On Thursday Night I started my business, back in Hamburgs “Baalsaal”. On Friday Night I continued in Berghain. She wasn’t there. I should have slept afterwards. But I didn’t. Saturday Night, still without sleep, I walked like a zombie to Berghain. I had to see her.

As usual, I had shitloads of pills and powders in my bag. I always hid my stash in the bushes somewhere in walking distance to the club and would take only smaller amounts at once with me into the club, hidden in a secret pocket of my fluffy red jacket. But today wasn’t always. Today was pay-day for my sins.

I forgot to hide my shit.

When they checked my bag at the entrance, and they always check everyone, they pulled out hundreds of pills and God knows how many bags with speed.

As the police arrived, all I was thinking was

"fiNaLly...sLEep"

Not counting the countless nights I spend in cells of different police stations in Berlin, it was about to enter my second real jail-time.

My mind couldn’t process what was going on. I really couldn’t comprehend at all what was happening. Just a minute ago, I was havin’ fun, dancin’, bouncin’, makin’ cash and now... what? I mean... whaaaaat?

It was just too many drugs. Too many months, too many weekends, too many nights. At the end I took more than ten pills per night, not knowing how many lines of speed and other stuff. The stop was too abrupt. It was as if my life stopped from 200 to zero in a second and my mind just crashed through the front window and I was flying through a void without anything to tell me where the fuck is up and where is down.

The second night in prison, I took the pants of the pyjama, that they gave me, tied one nice knot around the bars and another one around my neck. When I jumped, I realized that the knot wasn't nice after all. I was sitting on my butt, hurting, thinking "fUck iT" and went to bed.

The next day I was brought to my permanent cell, and the first thing I did, as the warden stepped outside and closed the heavy door behind him, was making a really nice knot, but this time properly.

I hung a few moments from the bars, then my bodies adrenaline was having a word with me and instinctively my feet were reaching for the edge of the bed. After 7 very long seconds, they managed to get hold of it, slide it a little closer and finally stand on it.

“gODdaMn” I thought with a messy mind... “I hAve a pRoBlemmm”

On the same day, I went to the doctor, told him that I am not stable and definitely gonna kill myself in here. I told him the whole story, he seemed to be really cool. He put a red dot on my cell’s door so that the wardens would check every hour whether I was still alive and fresh or already dead and stinky.

The next day I was brought to a double cell where I would live together with an arab dude who got catched selling heroin in the subway for a wage of 50 bucks a day. He was alright. Jerking off every night like there is no tomorrow... on the top floor of our bunkbed. But otherwise he was decent..

There I was. Looking out of the window. Seeing nothin’ but walls and barbwire and grey clouds.

It was winter.

And the months passed by.

I was praying, begging, crying. I felt abandoned by God, whom I met in my first jail-time as an 18 year old. I had no hope. My lawyer told me, for sure it's gonna be a few years, especially concerning my criminal record. I couldn’t grasp my situation. Just a moment ago, I was a bright young man, studying medicine, on his way to become a childrens doctor or a surgeon or whatever, the pride of his mother... and now... in prison... because I sold drugs on dirty toilets to dirty people of whom I was the dirtiest of them all.

My mom was visiting me once a week. She developed an ulcer in her stomach due to the intense stress and worry her imprisoned child caused her. That ulcer made her breath stink like shit and when I was brought back to my cell I would cry for hours while realizing what I have done to her. Silently, without sobbing. I wasn’t alone in the cell after all.

And I knew what was I about to do to her next would kill her. But I was so done. My brain was properly fucked by tons of drugs. My life was properly fucked anyway. And God left me. I was in Satan's custody now.

There was no hope.

I waited for my cell's companion to go to a certain appointment. I planned everything carefully. I pushed everything out of reach this time. No bed, no chair, nothing. I whispered my last words: "Sorry. For everything."

And then...

I fell asleep. Right where I was standing.

And then someone gave me a heavy slap right in my face.

I must have fallen on the floor. Two big muscular men with the white dress of psychiatry-nurses where standing over me. One white man and one black man. Both of them had tattoos all over their visible skin and army-like haircuts.

"Yo!" the white man was barking at me.

"Get yourself together, fool! Get your fucking shit together. You can do this! You have the strength. Just get your fucking shit together. You’re here for a reason. Stop whining and start learning, fool!"

And I was like “whaaaat?”

Then they both took me at the collar and threw me upwards.

And I was thrown through the ceiling of my cell, even through the ceilings of the cells on top of that and through the roof and I was flying further and further up until I came to a hold around 200m above the prison, overlooking the whole district, the buildings, the cars and the tiny people that would move like ants all around. The air was crisp and birds were flying around me.

And then gravity kicked in.

"Oh shit!"

I was falling back down with an incredible speed, smashed back in my body, and woke up.

I was feeling fresh, energized and alive. There was hope after all.

For the first time in months there was a certain calmness in my mind.

I spent my days puzzling or writing love letters for all the arab inmates in my block, so that they could send them to their wifes outside, since every letter had to be in German, so that the wardens could read it before it would be sent. In return I received little jars of plum-jam or chocolates. Eating something sweet can be incredible nice in such a pale environment.

I returned to my regimen of workouts in the cell. Push-Ups and Sit-Ups. I stretched and bend.

And as my mind became clearer and clearer and more and more letters from my friends arrived I started to realized what I did on the spiritual level. You see, and I am kidding you not, I always took Jesus first miracle, when he turned water into wine into some kind of legitimation for taking drugs. But I just completely lost all measure. My friend, who stopped dealing after a few parties was wiser than me. I didn’t see clearly. I let my mind to be corrupted by greed, clouded by money. I reversed-enginereed the situation I was in and recognized, that for the last months I was only thinking about money, money, money. All day long I was calculating the numbers. How much I would spend on new supplies. How much I would earn in this club or that club and how long it would take to be really fuckin’ rich.

I read the many letters of my friends outside who were thinking of me and wishing me good luck. Before my arrest I degraded them all to mere customers. I recalled that when I met any of them I only cared about whether they need somethin for the next weekend. That was all. I didn’t hang out with them anymore if they didn’t buy stuff. I was a shell. God didn't abandon me. I abandoned him. And I didn’t even notice.

I smiled. Now I knew why I was here. Not because God stopped loving me. But because He was loving me so much, that he needed to correct me with some tough love. Because He cared, I was here. So that I can change. And become righteous once again.

A few weeks passed by and they revisited their decision whether to leave me in custody until the trial or not as it is the formal procedure in the land.

I was brought to a little court-room inside the prison.

Above the door of the room, where I would meet the judge was a triangle with an eye inside of it. And I knew God would be in there too.

The judge opened the procedure. He read my criminal records. All my arrests for fist-fights, for breaking in to cars or other stupid shit. But strangely my conviction for armed robbery was not in the list, although this was by far the heaviest crime of them all.

They had the results from the laboratory, he said. He didn’t smile.

Apparently I was selling pills the weekend I got arrested that were so heavily stretched that there was almost no real MDMA or other classified substance in any of them. The same was the case for the powders. I remembered, that on that weekend quite a few people came back to me and complained about the quality of the dope, or even wanted their money back.

You see, God works in mysterious ways. Especially when it comes to tweaking numbers. He seems to have a thing for that.

They had to let me go. The amount of substance in the drug was just too little.

Hope.

I couldn't believe it. They found at least two hundred pills and another hundred grams of speed and now they say it all was just smarties and baking powder.

What a miracle!

And still, not the miracle I want to talk about.

My mom picked me up from the prison gate. She was crying. Relieved. And disappointed of course. Realizing that she didn't know the young man in front of her who used to made her proud, who was to become a doctor, her little boy.

She made me clean up the garden. It was still freezing cold. The winter was long.

All I could think about was Josi. The angel I just met before I went to prison.

I called her. Her voice was cold. She didn't want to meet me.

And my heart fell together in itself like a ballon pierced by needle.

...

Although they gave me a lifelong ban in Berghain I managed to slip in a few times. Dancing in Panorama Bar I saw her standing with a friend on the little balcony from which one could see the whole dancefloor. She pointed towards me and I clearly heard her saying to her friend: "That's him! That’s the guy I told you about!" You see the F1-Soundsystem in that joint is quite remarkable and can erase those frequencies out of the music that are used when humans are talking with each other. This allows you to actually have conversations although the speakers are pumping sound like anything.

I knew that she knew that I was there. But when I approached her she pretended to be surprised to see me and I noticed how uncomfortable she was just talking to me.

I was desperate. So in love. And she didn't give a shit. It seemed. Some friends of mine told me she was always asking about me. I was confused. So confused. Maybe she was too... But I felt I am somehow still important to her.

Although I was not in jail anymore, I was still imprisoned.

Although I had received a little bit clarity of mind in the prison, it was all gone by now. The drugs took their toll. I had to pay my debts now. My mind was not functioning. My emotions were completely in chaos. My thoughts were dull and messy. I had problems to process language. My memory had no grip at all. All my attempts to do anything worthwhile failed. My relationships were bad. Most of my friends somehow abandoned me. I hated myself. I was a broken human being. Completely kaputt. I was staring right at it. And I just couldn't escape.

I started an apprenticeship in a carpentry workshop but I just couldn't make it work. Whatever I did, it was full of flaws, uncomplete, dirty and way too often I even damaged the work of others by accident or just mere mindlessness. I was slow, forgot too many things and noticeably wasn't mentally present. While my thinking had no power at all, the power of my emotions was way too much to handle and brought me down to my knees every day. I wouldnt pray. I would beg for mercy, whining and wailing. Especially in construction, where there is sharpness required and a lot of testosterone in the air, this emotional turmoil just completely fucked me. Every half an hour I went to the toilet to have a panic attack, to cry, to look in the mirror and saw some kind of clown I didn’t recognize. My co-workers started to talk behind my back. At first. Later they talked shit about me while I was standing right in the damn room.

I couldn't talk to friends, although there were a few who sticked with me, who were deeply worried. But I couldn’t accept their love. I couldn’t be loved.

I begged God for my death. Even for my mother to die, so that I could kill myself without hurting her.

Every free moment I was thinking about suicide. Or about Josi.

It was a Dark Night of the Soul. And a very long one.

I lived in a community then with a few people. My presence always had and still has a big impact on the atmosphere in a room. In those days for the bad. I was grumpy, frustrated with myself, alone, hopeless. The others were increasingly irritated by my presence, my moodyness, my tensions and I noticed that painfully every moment on every single day. And thus I stepped into darkness even more.

I wrote a letter. Took a kitchen knife with me. Went to the graveyard right around the corner, sat next to a tombstone, took a deep breath and was about to start the cut.

I closed my eyes.

All of a sudden I saw images. Vivid. Deep. Colorful. High Resolution. As if I would be right in them. There was an ocean, sparkling water, warm sunshine. An amazing coast. There were friends and me on a sailing boat. We were laughing. I saw myself in a nice room, playing guitar, singing. I saw myself in front of a canvass, painting, wearing torn clothes with red and green sprinkles on them. And a hat. I saw myself standing on top of a mountain. Watching the world in 360 degrees. I saw myself holding a child in my arms.

I opened my eyes.

I dropped the knife and felt hope once again that there might be a future for me, a life, in bright colors with red and green sprinkles. One day.

But for now everything was still grey.

A friend told me about a silent ten day meditation retreat. It was called “Vipassana”, she said. I had never heard about it.

And although I was always interested in meditation and yoga, I didn’t applied for the sake of meditating. All I wanted to everyone around me to shut the up for ten days. For me shutting up for ten days. For being alone. For not disturbing anyone with my mere existence.

Without that course I would be dead by now, that much I know. And now, many years later, I would go through all of it once more, just to be brought to this technique.

From the first day on afterwards, my cognition started to function again. Little by little but tangible. My emotions were still chaotic and I panicked a lot, almost every day. But whenever I remembered to apply what I have learned from Vipassana, my emotions immediately became less abstract, less overwhelming.

Emotions stripped away from there mental projections and reduced to physical sensations were something I could handle. My panick stopped being a violent rush of self-doubt, negative memories, bad projections of the future and started to be an increased heartbeat, a weird feeling in the stomach, coldness in my limbs. That was still unpleasant, but nothing that would whoop my ass.

What once were huge, dangerous monsters in my bedroom became just the shadows of a little dwarfs standing on my sideboard as soon as i switched on the light of awareness that Vipassana taught me.

I came back to life. I stretched and breathed. I meditated. I bought a guitar.

I wasn't able to write again, but I hoped... maybe one day I will have the strentgh, joy and confidence to speak once more. Maybe one day I my spirit would be strong again, so that I would dare to inspire. Maybe one day I would have a voice again.

The colors came back. One after the other.

But Josi didn't. She avoided me. Sometimes we met by coincidence. There was no affection from her at all. And I turned into a little puppy, needy for her affirmation, her confirmation that I would exist.

Back then I knew nothing about masculine or feminine energies. I didn’t know what a man was, or a woman, and that a true man or woman has always both energies in state of balance. I only knew I was in love with an angel that would rather eat glass alone then have a dinner with me.

But I kept on thinking and dreaming about her.

...

Fast forward a few years.

...

PART III

The Golden Gate Bridge was a fucking majestically thing. The bay sparkled blue and the sky was as blue as a sky can be. I loved San Francisco, especially when I could see it from my friends balcony in Oakland.

Visiting California was always on top of my bucket list.

I was feeling great that morning. I had a funny dream the night before and dreamt about Josi, what would happen every few months. After I woke up, still half asleep on the couch, I opened her Facebook page and saw that she had an Instagram account which I checked out for the first time. I saw hundreds and hundreds of professional model-photos. She made it. I was happy. At first.

It took just a few moments and I felt like a total loser. The images in my mind of her being with beautiful actors, models, fashion-creators or whatever society-shit there is, overwhelmed me. I felt small. I didn’t accomplish anything. I was just traveling the world, doing nothing worthwhile besides finding myself. While she must be quite wealthy by now, or having a rich man by her side, I had nothing to offer. The only thing I had was God, but at least the relationship between Him and I was improving for a while now.

Something inside of me wouldn’t have it. Something inside me wouldn’t crawl back under the blanket and feel sorry for myself. If she can pursue her dreams, than I could do the same thing.

I made myself a nice coffee, lit up a cigarette, booted my laptop and did something I haven’t done for years.

I wrote.

Nothing long. Nothing good even. But at least something.

I found my mind back years ago. My Heart some months ago while in India.

But my passion I found back that very morning.

I felt grateful. I enjoyed my life. Very much. But not to be able to write was always tormenting me in the back of my mind.

I stepped outside into a beautiful sunny day and decided to contact Josi after so many years. A textmessage wouldn’t be good. It needed to be something more personal. So I made a video for her and expressed my gratefulness for the Inspiration I received from seeing her following her dream. I believe to this day, that this is the best way to help others. By living oneself to fullest. Living life like it’s golden. I sent the video. Stepped into my car. And drove north where I would sit my second Vipassana-course, 5 years after my first one.

And again it completely changed my life.

That course, I realized already on the third day, would be one of the most important events in my life. I had a certain experience that is called "Bhangha". A complete dissolution of a solidified area next to my spine. I had a pain there that tormented me for two years. It couldn’t got cured by doctors, chiropractors or yoga-asanas. Vipassana is a pali-word, the language spoken by the Buddha and means as much as seeing things as they are. And by exactly doing this, observing the painful sensations, aware and equanimously... it just melted. It was as if I threw a tablet into a glas of water and what was a solid peace at first just bubbled away. That happened to other solidified spots too. I felt opened energy lines, the nadis, vibrating throughout my body. Sometimes it was as if it was raining the other way round, that thousand of tiny drops would leave my back and ascend to the sky. Bhangha!

Bhangha. One the most important and at the same time most dangerous experiences for a meditator. A milestone. That is why it is called little stream-entry. It shows one the true power of the technique, and thus one realizes what’s gonna happen if one continues with it. It shatters one’s view of the reality of ones own mind-body phenomenon. Naga-Rupa. And it is probably the most pleasant experience ever. Even if it just occurs partially, as it did to me. This amazing pleasantness itself and the simultaneously happening dissolution of unpleasant pains... that is why it is not only one of the most important experiences but also one of the most dangerous. They warn you! You can meditate wrong! You can create new impurities and tensions if you develop cravings for the sensations of it or for the progress that it seems to be! But somehow, during that retreat I didn’t hear that. I would pay a price for that. Much later.

In that retreat, I had a few openings of the third eye as well. I saw the structures and the fractals of the cosmos, the blueprint of creation, of myself, of God. I received the second represantion of the meaning of the Kingdom. But besides that it was just spectacular. I was thinking about fire and BOUM was sitting right in front of a camp-fire, feeling the warmth, hearing the crackles, seeing the vivid red and orange of the flames. I was thinking about water and BOUM was standing naked right in a waterfall, feeling the fresh cold, hearing the splashes, seeing the vivid blue and turquoise of the water. I saw a whole bunch of other stuff too, archetypes, galaxies, battles in outer space, even Darth Vader coming out of a solidified sensation with a laser-sword. It was a trip. But although definitely induced by my brains own DMT (the way things look are just too unique) it was much more controlable, integratable and memorizable then smoking the shit.

When the course was over there was not a trace of doubt left, that I hit the jackpot with this technique. I studied in the years before many spiritual ways, healing techniques, philosophies and will always practice the eight limbs of Yoga. But this technique, taught and applied by the Buddha himself, was the only one I have encountered, that would lead to full Enlightenment. As it did for himself and for so many others after him.

I was heavily meditated. Calm, clear and confident.

When I activated my phone there was no reply to the message I sent to Josi though.

But I knew in that moment, probably for the first time in my life, that regardless if I see her ever again, I will be happy. This knowing was on a very deep level and increased my peace even more. I knew it didn’t matter at all what happened. What I did with either way, was what mattered.

You see. A miracle is not just the effect. The cause is what really counts. And the cause is always a change in one’s perspective. That is the true miracle. Whatever happens in the outside then, is merely a confirmation that one’s view has been corrected. And that the cosmos is very well aware. This awareness of the cosmos, it's responsiveness and care for the issues of it's inhabitants... this is what I call God.

When I took my phone the next time, there was a little red dot with the number one inside in the corner of the app. I received a message. It was Josi.

The next day came another one. We texted back and forth. I didn’t feel like a puppy anymore. But I felt like it's christmas everyday, with every message I received. When she switched to voice messages, and I could listen to her voice once again, my face consisted only of a big fat smile all day long.

We didn’t manage to have a call though. There was the time-difference between California and Berlin and since I was staying in a house of a ganjafarmer far out in the californian nowhere I had only a very shitty connection. If at all.

Then... suddenly... the last message ended with...

"I just can't live anymore"

And then nothing more. Internet was gone again. I was freaking out. Whatthefuck? Whatthefuck? Whatthefuckisgoingon?

I drove to the next city. Called her.

She told me that she was very sick. That the many years of drugs took their toll. That she continued long after I was out and took some heavy shit. Her mind was broken. She only had fake friends, that stole all her money. She was alone. Therapies didn’t help. She didn’t had hope.

...

"Then join me to Peru!" I said.

It took her a few days, but then

..she agreed.

I couldn't believe it. I would have traveled around the globe to see her once again. Just one more time. And now she would. Not to see me maybe, but to find healing, but nonetheless we would finally meet.

I find it always astonishing. In the moment were you stop craving for your dreams to come true, when you allow the universe to work, what once was chased for so long just turns around and knocks on the door. Although with a bitter by-taste this time. But broken things can be repaired, so not too bitter.

Worry not about what you shall eat, or what you shall wear, where you shall live. Your heavenly Father knows what you need. Worry only about the Kingdom and everything else will be given to you.

In thee days she comes.

And that is the miracle.

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