#chirad

[ameliahross]

transposition

So bare this is the first of the small handful of transcriptions I have from my personal journal. Im not that great at remembering to do it but i have my tea and am comfy after work so why not now? Fair warning...18+ themes are discussed. If you are not 18+ do turn away. Please abide my TOS as i would like to ensure this sticks around for friends and family should the unforeseen happen.  June 17th 2022 The time is 6:24pm Mountain Daylight Savings Time. I start this journal as a chance to be open and free about who I am and the things I have seen and done. As a chance to reflect and grow on my actions, my thoughts, and who I am as a person. My name is Amelia Harper Ross. I am a 26 year old Male-to-Female Transgender Woman and this is my story.  Having been born with a penis and a body ripe with testosterone has been a struggle for several years now. I will no longer let it define who I am anymore. I am a Woman...just with a little extra (for now.) This is the start to being me and being proud of who I am. No more hiding. No more Lies. no more Chirades. This is MY story, for I am Amelia. June 18th 2022 I have no idea if I will succeed at Keeping this a daily thing or if itll end up being a weekly thing i do after therapy sessions, (Turns out I only do it when i actually remember, but i digress,) but lets see where my mind wanders to today.  My start was the same as most that are questioning their identity at a very young age. I was raised in a upper-middle class Christian and fairly conservative home. My parents were both on their second marriages and my mother had been told she was ill to conceive so they turned to adopting and they ended up with me (LOL.) As time went on and i started to learn more in school and fell in love with the sciences and Math, the words of the church, that had been drilled into my brain, began to seem less and less like a fact and more and more like a personal truth that had been inscribed on papyrus many, many years ago by a person long lost to time. I drifted away from what had been taught to me and started doing my own research and learnings.  In Middle school i had a lot of free time after school and had been small enough, in comparative to the size of my mother, I was able to fit in most of what she had in her closest. So at the age of 11, or 12, I dont really remember the specifics, I discovered the wonders of feminine clothing and fell in love with the feeling. When ever I was home alone id sneak in and pick a dress to wear and just relax in, being careful to not get it dirty and put everything back where it should be. By the time i was 14 i think? I had amassed a couple of my own items taken from lost and found at school and washed and folded to hide in the bottom of my closest from my parents. I didn’t know sizing at that point so everything was hit or miss. Every so often my stash would disappear, suspected my mother and years later found this out.  by the time i was 15 I had discovered the wonders of the adult film industry and all things with adult-theming. I had an iPod touch so was able to browse the web from the privacy of my own room late at night. I stubbled upon “shemale” and “trany” and “femboy” items (now i look back at that and shudder ugh i hate those words) but i was drawn to them. Never as the man, or the top. Always as the bottom. That feeling ugh i wanted to feel it but was too young and naive at that point to know how to get that feeling. It was wild and highly errotic and as much as i tried to move away from it i always got drawn back to it. Now a days i just pop on grindr if im in that mood. From there my research lead me down a path that has developed into my every growing list of kinks and fetishes. When i turned 16 and had my own car and money I was able to buy my own clothes from goodwill or the thrift stores or off eBay and poshmark. It was nice. but again my stash would always disappear. I grew frustrated as i had lost a nightgown i had fallen in love with sleeping in. So beautiful and freeing and safe. My mother had caught me one morning in it and asked a question that still sticks out to this day. “Do you feel trapped?” I was ashamed of what i had become and was scared and so clueless i couldn't answer her and we agreed to never discuss it until i was ready (i think in her hoping it was a perverted phase as a teenager WRONG LOL) I look back on it and have wondered what would have changed if i had said yes at that point. If i knew then what i know now. Would i have been able to start my transition years ago? Would I have ended up at gay-conversion therapy or summer camp? Would i have been able to live my life much earlier in life? Hormones before i had puberty? Would i still be 6′4″? All these what ifs that i would have the answer to IF i had just spoke up.  It’s taken me close to, if not longer than a decade from the beginning of all of this to form an answer to that question. The truth? I am a transgender woman. I am a Woman that is trapped inside a mans body. I may have been born with a penis but Im still more of a woman than most men could ever handle, and more of a man than most of the boys out there fishing. I am Amelia, and ill be damned if anyone tries to tell me otherwise. 

#trans pride #transisbeautiful #This is me #i am amelia #the beginning #how it started #who am i #pride #life #what ifs #i am a woman #transgender

[bharatlivenewsmedia]

Thane: अंबरनाथ तालुक्यातील चिरड गावचा पूल खचला, ठाणे जिल्हा परिषदेचे अधिकारी घटनास्थळी दाखल

Thane: अंबरनाथ तालुक्यातील चिरड गावचा पूल खचला, ठाणे जिल्हा परिषदेचे अधिकारी घटनास्थळी दाखल

Thane: अंबरनाथ तालुक्यातील चिरड गावचा पूल खचला, ठाणे जिल्हा परिषदेचे अधिकारी घटनास्थळी दाखल ठाणे,  अंबरनाथ तालुक्यातील चिरड गावच्या (Chirad village)  पुलाचा काही भाग खचला (bridge collapse) आहे. त्यामुळे हा पूल वाहतुकीसाठी धोकादायक बनला असून पुलावरून होणारी अवजड वाहनांची वाहतूक पूर्णपणे बंद करण्यात आली आहे. ठाणे जिल्हा परिषदेच्या अधिकाऱ्यांनी पुलाची पाहणी केली आहे. अंबरनाथ तालुक्यातील मलंगगड…

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[duhragonball]

[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (72/?)

French Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation.   This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Toothy Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[19 February 234 Before Age.  Toth-Thoth]

Detective Bret ducked under the brightly colored ribbon that cordoned off the crime scene and found a group of lawmen huddled together.  He headed straight for them and introduced himself.

"Glad to have you on this case, Bret," said Captain Neier.  "I usually hate it when they call in people from other precincts, but this time we could use all the help we can get."

Bret nodded. "May I look at the body?" he asked, pointing down at the tarp lying at their feet.

"Sure," Neier said.  He titled his head and glanced over his shoulder.  "Over this way."

Bret looked past him, and spotted a covered body lying on the ground.  "I don’t understand," he said, pointing to the tarp they were standing around.  "If that’s the body, what’s this?"

Neier sighed.  "I’d better show you the victim first."

Bret shrugged and followed him to the other tarp, which Neier pulled back to reveal the corpse of a humanoid male, six feet in height, lying face down in the alleyway.  He couldn’t tell much from the first look.

"No signs of a struggle," he said. "No obvious wounds.  Can’t say I’m surprised.  This guy looks like he could handle himself in a fight."  He sat on his haunches to take a closer look, and noticed a rip just below the belt-line of his trousers.  "Is that...?"

"A hole for his tail," Neier said. "He’s a Saiyan."

Bret looked up at him in amazement.  "Who could have done this to a Saiyan?"

"That’s what I’d like to know," Neier said.  "Between you and me, this is one perp I’d rather not find.  With any luck, the killer’s already left the planet, but it’s not like anyone here would have been a threat to him, you know?"

Bret shuddered at the thought.  He removed a pen from his jacket and carefully manipulated the fabric around the tail-hole to get a better look.  "So where’s his tail?" he asked.  "Some Saiyans cut them off or lose them in battle, but this must have happened recently, or he wouldn’t need to rip a hole in his pants."

"And that’s why we called you in," Neier said.  He waved for Bret to follow him back to the first tarp, and nodded for one of the other police officers to remove it.

It was a pile of Saiyan tails.  Bret took an involuntary step backward as he realized what he was seeing.  Something about the sight of all those furry appendages lying together made him nauseous, even before the smell wafted up to his nose.

"We’re assuming one of them is his," Neier said, "but we’ll need to run DNA tests to be sure.  Best guess for now is that this collection goes back about two months."

"There must be..." Bret stopped to wait for his stomach to settle down.  "Must be twenty of them there."

"I counted twenty-four," Neier said.

"But there haven’t been that many Saiyans on Toth-Thoth in the past two *years*," Bret said.   "I don't think there's two dozen Saiyans in the whole sector."

"Like I said, whoever did this may already be long gone," Neier said.  "I don’t know why he left behind his collection of trophies, but I doubt he’s finished hunting.  He’s out there somewhere, waiting to kill again."

*******

[26 February 234 Before Age.   Nat-Chezz II.]

Inspired by Luffa's exploits, Zaperc had tried to follow in her footsteps, but the path was even more difficult than he had expected.   Most of the galaxy only knew Luffa by reputation and rumor, and even the planets she had fought for had only a vague idea of who she was and how she operated.   In desperation, Zaperc had turned to an unauthorized biography-cum-self-help book entitled "The Luffa Way".   He then assembled a band of followers and led them here, to Nat-Chezz II, where he planned to protect it from invaders, just as Luffa had done for other planets.   It was going well, right until the real Luffa showed up and turned his entire movement upside down.  

Meeting her was an honor, though she was very different from what Zaperc had envisioned.  For one thing, Luffa was a woman, and she acted very much like most off the typical Saiyans he had known throughout his life.  At the same time, she had an idealistic streak that put his own lofty dreams to shame.  

Zaperc longed to achieve greater glory, if not for himself, then for his son, and for the Saiyan race as a whole.    Luffa, however, seemed to have an almost apocalyptic worldview at times.  She never quite came out and said so, but she seemed almost disappointed that she wasn't constantly fighting a desperate battle to the death.  All Saiyans loved to fight, but there was something different about her, something that ran deeper than the golden transformation she used to manifest her immense power.  

He wondered if Luffa had been changed by her evolution, or if she had been that way from the start.   As he and his followers sat in a half-circle to learn at her feet, he hoped that the answers would come forth through her lessons.   Thus far, however, all he had learned was that she was a very unorthodox teacher, and she didn't seem to care if it made her students impatient.  

Standing before them, Luffa balanced herself on the toes of  her right foot.   She then crossed her left leg over her right thigh, bending her knee such that her left foot was pointing toward the sky.    

“I know this seems a little weird,” she said, “but it’s a pretty effective technique, especially when you’re surrounded by multiple enemies.   Now, you’ll want to put your left arm up like this, elbow straight, with the wrist bent so your hand is over your head, palm down.   Then you put your right arm up like this, parallel to your shoulders.  Bend the elbow and bring your right hand palm up in front of your chest.    It’s like you’re using your hands to sort of frame your face.   The pose is critical to the technique, so if you get it wrong you could be wide open to an attack.  Any questions so far?”

Brockle raised his hand.   Zaperc smiled with pride.   While he was grateful for all his followers, he hoped that his son would benefit from these lessons most of all.   Brockle was extremely talented for his age, and with the right guidance, Zaperc was sure he could become a warrior on Luffa's level.  He lacked patience, true, but at least he was asking questions about Luffa's skills instead of resenting her for them.  

“Go ahead Brockle,” Luffa said.  

“Why the hell are we doing this?”  Brockle asked.  

Zaperc sighed and closed his eyes.   Brockle still had a long way to go.

“Because the Shiei Fist is a brilliant technique,” Luffa replied.   “I picked it up while fighting a horde of shadow warriors on Planet Zansu.   The Zansans who developed it couldn’t do a whole lot with it, but in the hands of a Saiyan, the explosive wave is--”

“This is stupid!” Brockle growled.   “You said you would teach us something useful, and you’re showing off alien dance moves.”

Luffa dropped the pose and approached Brockle.  “Is that so?” she said.    “Well maybe you’d like to teach me something.”

Brockle sniffed with contempt.  “What’s the use?” he asked.  “You’re so strong, you can afford to use whatever sloppy techniques you please.”

“Oh, is that my problem?” Luffa said.    “You admit that I’m stronger than you, so you want to salve your ego by pretending you have more finesse.    Well I’ll tell you what, Brockle.   Why don’t you show me your finishing technique, your ultimate move, and I’ll evaluate it for you.”

“You’re on,” Brockle said.   “It’ll be worth it to put you in your place for once, woman.”  

In spite of the hostility between Luffa and Brockle, Zaperc was hopeful.   As much as he wanted Brockle to respect Luffa, he also longed for Luffa to recognize Brockle's potential, to see Brockle the way Zaperc did.  Perhaps this demonstration would show her that Brockle was worthy of her respect.    

Luffa waved for Brockle to begin, and he gathered his ki, powering up to his maximum strength.   Luffa watched him and crossed her arms, apparently fascinated to see what he would do.  

He held his hands in front of his face and made the tips of his index fingers glow crimson.    Then he began to wave his fingers in an intricate pattern, weaving a complex image of red light that trailed his hands as they moved.   In a matter of seconds, he had created a globe of criss-crossed energy tendrils, and he smiled arrogantly as it floated above his outstretched palm.    

“The Devil Mesh!” Brockle announced.   “I can make it change direction, but it can also alter its shape in mid-flight.  It can tangle enemies like a net, or impale them like a spear!”

Zaperc beamed with pride.   The Devil Mesh was based upon simpler techniques Zaperc had used for decades.   Brockle had managed to refine them into something far greater, and he seemed to complete the execution of the technique a little faster each time he tried it.  

Luffa rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she considered what he had made.    “Interesting,” she said.   “It’s a little too clever by half, but I like the versatility.”

“It’s only ‘too clever’ because you’re too stupid to do it yourself!” Brockle snarled. 

“Well, I’ll give it a try,” Luffa said.  

To Zaperc's surprise, she didn’t bother building up her ki.   Instead she simply made all ten of her fingertips glow, and she waved them around with an intense speed, completing a globe like Brockle’s in a fraction of the time.  

“That... you can’t...” Brockle gasped.  

“I just did,” Luffa said.   “It’s a little tricky, but kind of fun to play with.    It’d make a good training exercise for a kid.   And it’d be a good lesson on spotting weaknesses in techniques.”

“Fool!” Brockle growled.   “There is no weakness to the Devil Mesh!”  

Luffa pointed her finger at Brockle and fired a thin beam of light at the crimson sphere floating over his hand.    

It exploded in his face.    

“It’s so complex that it's unstable,” Luffa said.   She waited for him to finish coughing before she continued her explanation.   “If you actually made one of those in the middle of a fight, your enemy could easily sabotage it before you’d ever get a chance to use it.   It wouldn’t even take much power to pull that off.   Even a weakened or dying opponent could still have enough energy to take you down with him.”

Zaperc was stunned, almost as if the Devil Mesh had exploded in his own face.  Only a moment ago, he thought of it as his son's greatest achievement, and Luffa had deconstructed it with ease.  She didn't even need her Super Saiyan form to do it.   He knew she was powerful, and he had long assumed she was brilliant, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined!

She quickly dismantled her own Devil Mesh  before any of her students got any bright ideas.    “Now, maybe we can get back to the Shiei Fist?”

Brockle gnashed his teeth as he sat back down.  Zaperc wished he could offer him some sort of encouragement, but it was better to let things take their course.   Luffa's training was a bitter pill to swallow, but she *was* the Super Saiyan.   If she couldn't show Brockle the way to the next level, then no one could.

*******

Deep in the dense, treacherous jungle the Saiyan had been using for training, Zatte was helping Jikama to his feet.  

"How long was I out?" he asked as he rubbed his forehead.  

"About an hour," Zatte said.  

"You've been waiting here for me to wake up this whole time?" Jikama asked.   He rose to his full height, and while he wasn't quite as tall as some of his comrades, he was still massive enough for Zatte to fit entirely in his shadow.

"Normally, I wouldn't stick around," Zatte said with a shrug.  "But you're not nearly as sore a loser as the others.   Especially Hijik.  I took him down about six hundred yards that way.  Went back and shot him again twenty minutes ago, just to prove a point."

She patted the large pistol holstered on her hip as she said this.  

"It's because I'm only half-Saiyan," Jikama said.  "I find I'm not nearly as hot-headed as the rest of them."

"I don't care if you're half, full, or double-Saiyan," Zatte said.  "Hijik's a dick, and being a dick for no good reason is a good way to get yourself killed.  Anyway, my wife's as pure-blooded as he is, and she still knows how to show a little respect."

Jikama chuckled.   "Not to me, she doesn't," he said.  

Zatte made a concerned frown as she looked up at him.   "Something bothering you, Jikama?" she asked.  "I know Luffa's rough on you guys, but it's for your own good, trust me."

He shook his head and smiled.   "It's nothing I'm not used to," he said.   "Saiyans look down on half-breeds like me.  Oh, the others are accepting enough, but only up to a point.  Aliens like you are on thing, but a half-Chezzi like me will always be one foot in, one foot out."

Zatte nodded.  "But you did really well today.   That's why I hung around, to congratulate you.  You tracked me down to within fifty feet.   I don't know how you kept picking up my trail, but I'm impressed."

"I knew I couldn't rely on smell or sound," Jikama said, "and your power lets you hide your ki, so I decided to try focusing on the ki of our surroundings instead."  He waved his thick arm at the jungle canopy over their heads.  "I figured your powers would slightly affect my perception of the life energy from the trees and grass as you came into contact with them, and it worked, but the difference was too slight to get a fix on your location."

"Nice," Zatte said.  "You'll have to hone your senses until you can get a fix.  And I'll have to work on covering my tracks a little better.   You're resourceful, Jikama.   That's the high praise where I come from, and if Luffa doesn't appreciate that, she'll get an earful from me."

"That's kind of you to say," Jikama said anxiously, "but I wouldn't want to cause any arguments between the two of you."

"Trust me, one more won't hurt," Zatte said.  "Maybe the other Saiyans won't respect you, but I expect better from Luffa."

"To be fair," Jikama said, "I will say that I find her a refreshing change from most Saiyans I've met."

"What do you mean?" Zatte asked.  

Jikama shrugged.  "She looks down on me, sure," he said, "but she seems almost more disappointed with the purebreds."

*******

[28 February 234 Before Age.  Bigreen.]

Chirad was a librarian and aspiring historian, but after he helped Luffa save Planet Bigreen from the evil Hamey, he had been hailed as a great hero.  He was only one-quarter Saiyan, and his power was only a meager fraction of Luffa’s might, but the Bigreenese still adored him as their local champion, and revered him as an expert on Saiyans.

While he appreciated their esteem, he knew he didn’t deserve it.  Luffa and her friends had done most of the work in liberating Bigreen, but they had gone and he had stayed, and so his role in the adventure had been amplified in the public opinion.  All that really mattered to him was that it got the girl from the Special Collections desk to finally notice him.

"Now just wait here, Emeral, I’ll speak with the Director and it should only take a minute and then when I get done heh-heh.  We’ll go see a movie!  How’s that?"

She lolled her head to one side and made a high-pitched giggle, which Chirad took as a sign of approval.  Just as he was about to enter the Security Director’s office, the door opened, and someone stepped out to greet him.

"Ah, you must be Chirad," he said cordially.  "Yes, of course you are I’d recognize that wild mane of black hair anywhere.  Very rugged, it suits a man like you, a descendant of the Space Warriors, mmm yes indeed won’t you come inside?"

Chirad was surprised.  "Uhhhhh... Director Pine I was just about to go into your office wow how about that, weird."

Pine led him inside and offered him a seat across from his desk.  "I’m afraid the situation is very serious, Chirad, though I wish it wasn’t ohhhhh, I certainly hope you can help us errr... please have a seat, oh, well you already have heh heh heh.  Very convenient.  I don't mind at all!"

Chirad only knew that a Saiyan had arrived on Bigreen recently.  This was not unusual in itself, as Bigreen was on very friendly terms with Saiyans from all walks of life.  But Chirad knew that something must have gone wrong, or they wouldn’t have asked for him to get involved.

"Director," he said, "if you need someone beaten up, well, I’ll help my planet any way that I can but I’m not that strong.  I mean I’m stronger than most people but when it comes to Space Warriors... uhhhh?"

"Ah, you’re too modest, Chirad," the Director said.  "But I only wish it were that simple.  Yes a powerful menace that even you couldn’t defeat what a treat that would be compared to this!  Even if you failed to save us we could always contact your friend Ruhffer to come and save us.   Yes, I doubt that any normal enemy could stand against a Space Super Warrior like her but our problem is very different look at this."

He tossed an envelope onto his desk and slid it over to where Chirad could reach it.  Chirad opened it to find several crime scene photographs of a dead woman clad in traditional Saiyan attire.  There was no sign of any wounds, except for the amputation of her tail.  There was also an autopsy report that concluded the Saiyan had been poisoned by an unidentified toxin.

"Now, Chirad, as you already know, we like to maintain good relations with the Space Warriors and their home planet of Saiya," Pine said.  "That’s why it’s especially bad that this woman isn’t just a murder victim oh no.  She was also a minister--that’s right-- in the court of King Rehval, yes the very King of the Space Warriors!"

"Then you mean the King of the Space Warriors sent his minister here?" Chirad asked.

"Hmm?  Not in an official capacity you see no she was here on personal business though I’m not privy to such matters, being personal as they so often are," Pine said.

Chirad understood.  Even if the minister hadn’t been attached to a diplomatic envoy, her murder would still be a strain on Bigreenese/Saiyan relations.  He still had more questions than answers, but at least now he understood why the highest law enforcement official on the planet was involved with the case.

What Chirad still didn’t know was how he was supposed to help with any of this, but somehow he doubted that he and Emeral were going to make it in time to see that movie he promised her.

NEXT: The Roles We Fill

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #zatte #zaperc #brockle #jikama #bret #neier #emeral #chirad #nat-chezz ii #bigreen #toth thoth #i don't know which is worse: #bringing back planet bigreen or working iyami references into my oc's moveset #i say this like i haven't recently wrapped up a lengthy story arc involving wcw wrestler the shockmaster #this fic jumped the shark a long time ago #this fic *is* the shark #and ron howard's boat #and the skis #and fonzie's jacket #and the water i guess #you dear reader are the life preserver belt fonzie wears throughout the segment

[jolivia-things]

Actually it would be kinda cool if they would release articles along the lines right now harry styles and olives Wilde in deep talks . And then boom break up articles . The think is if they release dwd around November we have to wait another 6 months until this chirade is over. I don’t know if I have the patience for it.

Not gonna happen. I agree about the patience thing, the same old stuff is getting a bit boring isn't it.

[eyetsu]

The New Path

I used to be pretty good at acting...so much so that i used to do it competitively and even made the state team several years in a row....then i allowed it to merge into my day to day and everyone believed me when i said i was fine...everyone believed me when i said things were great when deep down i was struggling...clawing at the surface...but you always knew...you could always tell when my demons were raging and chomping at the bit...I hit the lowest of lows innmy life but you werent there...i almost ended everything and noone wouldve been the wiser...but a phone call from a family member was a temporary save...i continued forward and even found little glimpses of fleeting happiness to attempt to fill the void snd you even returned and was an open ear...we were back to where we had always been and life was going well...i hit some rocky parts again in my life and you saw through the chirade that i was painting on for everyone else....finally....we took a chance to see if we could make something great...however...the damage that had been done to my own mental psyche caused me to do things...things that hurt you and pushed you away and we fell apart...i plummented...nearly drowning myself in negative emotions...and even though you were hurting and scorned you still reached out a hand to help me...just from a distance......this was the moment i realized just how much i have always depended on you ..and hownmuch i meant to you as wel......i know what you want from me...but sadly its something i cant do....you ask me to let go and move on...but to me thats unspeakable...ive sought out the best help i could financially afford to rebuild myself so that hopefully i can be a stable person...someone new someone that id be proud to be...someone youd be proud of...someone youd give another shot...and then....you slipped and said something that made me realize just how much damage i caused to you...regardless of what changesbi make in my life...regardless of who or what i become...itll never be enough to warrant your forgiveness...or even the kindness youve shown me to still be there for me as a friend...because truthfully...i dont deserve a friend like you...i never will...and ima sorry...ima sorry i let you down...ima sorry i failed you...ima sorry i hurt you...ima sorry that i asked for your forgiveness..and ima sorry that through it all ima still selfish enough to love you....so with that being said...its time for one last act...one final hoorah...the final and most difficult show......the role is that of someone that is happy.......ill probably fail and youll probably either see this post or see through me like you always have...but i have to try...because all you want for me is for me to be happy.....and i dont know if i can be anymore after knowing the truth...because all ive ever wanted was to make you happy....so now...my greatest fear has become my punishment...a world alone...even if its only in my heart... its reality to me

#sorry #sorry im rambling #emotional #my heart is breaking #breaking point #is this the end?

[fightingroleplayers]

Why keep up this whole Chirade? Go outside, talk to someone, Touch Grass. There's no point to any of this.

I’m not very good at Charades I think it’s an overrated game for parties when heads up is an option.

[shattered-starlight]

The good news is, regardless of all the shit chirades I go through on the daily my soul is being replenished. Mostly through sheer will alone.

[burntbellflower]

Chirades

Hermione: *is on all fours, with some weird constipated look on her face*

Ron: A dog with diarrhea!

Hermione: *Her face goes from the weird look to annoyed* No.

Harry: *Throws his hands up* I give up. We've been guessing for the past fifteen minutes!

Hermione: *Gets up from her position* I was a Triceratops, you blithering idiots!

Harry: You mean one of those old extinct creatures that most wizards don't know about because this school doesn't teach us common science?

Hermione: Yes.

Ron: Anyways, it's my turn!

Ron: *moves in front of them and stands stiffly*

Harry: Neville when he was petrified by Hermione!

Neville from the other room: I wish you guys would forget about that!

Ron: No.

Hermione: It could be anything. Give us a hint.

Ron: Ask me if I'm a chicken nugget.

Harry: Are you a chicken nugget?

Ron: Ohmigod! Yes! You're so friggin smart! I mean Hermione over here needed a hint, but you solved it all on your own! *wipes a tear from his eye* I'm so proud.

Hermione: *questions the existence of Ron's morality*

#chat #Harry Potter chat #i don't know

[50flightsofstrong]

shitty day today. I worked so many damn hours, got exhausted, and got existential. I'm feeling so unfulfilled/stimulated and its crushing me. Like i honestly cant find one thing that i'm like wow this is what i'm passionate about besides working out at the moment. I went for a walk when i went home & started crying because i'm the type of person where i romanticize everything and yep. My lover boy didnt show up to the gym today which also put me in a shitty mood but cant win em all then i came home to find out my roommate is taking a break with hia boyfriend so i had to put on a "supportive best friend" chirade instead of dealing with my bullshit. shoulder day was ok. I managed to bench 135 again, hopefully i can stabilize at that for a bit & get up again. Still cant run tho dope!!! :)

#personal #danielle diary

[eene-fangirl]

I return the question to you

My top 3 Favorite Double Dee Moments! I have been waiting for someone to ask me.

1. My absolute favorite moment of all time is when Edd digs through the ‘quicksand’ believing that his friends have died. It was such an unexpected moment and he did this without hesitation. Keep in mind how big of a germaphobe Edd is. Edd became my hero because he ignores his fears to rescue what he loves.

2. “ARE WE JUST ABOUT DONE?!” I love when Edd sticks up for Eddy in X Marks the Ed. He makes it very clear that nobody is to mess with his best friend. And then he stays by Eddy’s side through the episode telling him that he will remain by his friends side no matter what knowing that he is afraid of the pimple.

3. This episode isn’t very well liked amond fans, but I love The Good, the Bad and the Ed for how it displays Edd. He believes Eddy is only battering himself up for the kids approval. He begs Eddy to end this chirade and promises that neither he or Ed will think any less of him. And my favorite part is how Edd is always picking Eddy and bandaging his wounds in the split of a second. He looks out for his friends no matter what.

#Double Dee Appreciation Month #ed edd n eddy

[duhragonball]

heiroflight413 replied to your post “[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (90/?)”

(The Lord Slug reference is noticed and appreciated!)

Cool!  I’ve been trying to work in callbacks to the movies as I go.

Dead Zone: Chapters 30-36 feature Garlic Junior’s ancestors.

World’s Strongest: Luffa role-plays as a scientist’s brain in a Saiyan body in Chapter 74.

Tree of Might: Chirad uses Krillin’s “Magnetic Discs” from the Big Green dub.   Arracash looks exactly like Luffa, only paler, and this is never properly addressed.  If Toei doesn’t have to explain it, then neither do I.

Lord Slug: Chapter 90

Cooler’s Revenge: Luffa healed a bird in #25.

Return of Cooler: Still pending

Super Android 13: Pending.  I want to do some android characters in the Xenoverse leg of the story, but for now I got nothing.  

Broly: The Legendary Super Saiyan: Uhhhh... the title.  Luffa quotes Broly when she kills her dad in Chapter 10.  I thought about Rehval giving Luffa a tiara like Broly wears, but it seemed a bit much, and he was never going to get far enough along with her to reach that point.    But if she had said “yes” in #89, then a couple years down the road she’d be wearing one of Broly’s tiaras, and kind of staring into space like a Stepford Wife. 

Bojack Unbound: Hamey, the bad guy from Chapters 11-16, was a Heran, one of Bojack’s species.  I didn’t really get that across very well, since he’s not much like Bojack at all, but at the time I was worried about making sure the villain was someone who could believably fight a Super Saiyan, and Frieza’s people seemed a little too obvious.

Broly: Second Coming: Shockmaster and Luffa quote the Gohan/Broly dub dialogue in #64.

Bio-Broly: Pending.    I want to do something with this so badly, because the movie sucks, but Bio-Broly is the one movie villain that’s never made it into a DBZ video game.  

Fusion Reborn: Pending.   I do have something in mind, though.

Wrath of the Dragon: The Kashvar (Hoy’s species) fought the Shockmaster in the distant past, leading to the incident which got him sealed away, as related in #60

Battle of Gods: Beerus and Whis make a cameo appearance in #59.

Resurrection F: Uhhhhh... Frieza’s in Chapter 35, so I guess that counts?  There’s not a lot of original ideas in Res F, if we’re being totally honest here.

#heiroflight413 #ask dhragonball #luffa stuff #i tried to keep this list spoiler-free #but it's behind a cut just in case

[plusonthewater]

Now we're the neighbours, 21:01 - EGB

Now we’re the neighbours, 21:01 – EGB

Having had our mains on the land beside the boat, we are now in the beer garden for pudding. The best bit of this was the greeting waitress asking me if I had just been having a barbecue on the opposite bank. A close second was chirades miming to Debbie across the water that she should give the blog URL to her Bromsgrove cousins who have come to visit.

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[resilienceisbeautifulblog-blog]

Chirades

You have to wonder. About those people who live life with zero remorse. How free, yet at times, how disappointing. I envy people who can jump in action without really thinking about the consequences. The people who don't overthink and over analyze every decision until every decision you make is a life changing one and you can't just decide something as simple as whether or not to go to that party. That stuff doesn't matter. In the grand scheme of things those little decisions mean nothing so why bother? Why have fun now when this is really the time that counts for your future. I envy the people that don't think like that, that enjoy their time while they’re living it. But those same people, they come in and out of people's lives like tornadoes, not caring about the damage they leave behind. They'll stomp all over your feelings and not feel a thing while doing it. When the time comes, and they quickly decide that your not worth their time, even though it breaks your heart, you still envy them, for how easily they can let go, move on. And your left, with all the reasons in your head why this was a decision you shouldn't have said yes to, all the reasons it wouldn't have worked out, all the things that made sense in your head but you threw away because you were trying to be more like them, to beat them at their own game. Yes, I envy people who feel no remorse, but I also pity them. For those people, who act like nothing affects them, that they don't have a care in the world, and that they love themselves tremendously; well they usually don't. Those are the people who don't know how to handle their emotions so they ignore them. The people who act like they have life figured out but walk around so lost every single day of their lives. The people who are so caught up in the past they think submerging themselves within the present will help them escape their problems. The people who hide from their problems, who run from them. The people who are so terrified of taking a look at themselves and realizing they hate what they see. People who are incapable of change. Those people might trick you into thinking that's a good way to live, that they're happy, but trust me, they will never be happy until they actually learn to love themselves, not just to pretend to. And when you want to love one of these people, when they try and prove over and over that they don't want it, but you know deep down it's all they crave, don't turn yourself into something your not in order to prove to them what they truly are. That ever growing potential they will continue to suppress, until one day they'll realize their is beauty in letting themselves feel, the good and the bad, to let go of it all and themselves be free, instead of trapping themselves within a cage they can't break out of. That is their lesson to learn, and it is not your job to teach them.

[teaceremony-en]

Two from Bhopal killed in Vidisha road accident

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#Teaceremony

[hahabboh-blog]

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