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rogueariadne · 3 years
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To Have A Villain’s Quirk
NINE: LET HIM GO
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Song: One For The Money - Escape The Fate
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The next day was pretty uneventful, at least during the morning. Still sticking to a normal school curriculum, English was first, with normal core classes following behind. Then lunch, which was pretty nice, but, of course, Kaida didn't eat anything that was there. It seemed to confuse her classmates but they didn't give it too much thought. She sat with Kaminari and Kirishima, trying to get to know them better but it was mostly them talking to each other. They both tried to include her in the conversation but she had trouble keeping up. And finally, the time had come.
    UA's Hero Course.
    They all sat in their respective spots, the classroom alive with chatter. Kaida had out her notebook, doodling away as she watched the other students talk among themselves. Humming softly to herself, she tilted her head to the side. She was a seat in front of Hagakure, the invisible girl, and right behind her was Bakugo, who looked like he was staring off into space. Midoriya was right behind him. He looked like he was in deep thought, going over his notebook probably. It made her smile. At least they made it past the first day together. Kaida nearly jumped out of her seat as All Might came bursting through the door, hanging onto the door frame and leaning into the room. "I am here!"
    "Coming through the door like a hero!" Kaida giggled a bit while everyone else gasped, realizing just who was in front of them. Yes, it was the number one pro hero. She smiled lightly as everyone seemed to be getting excited about how he was a teacher. She watched him march to the front of the room. "Welcome to the most important class at UA High. Think of it as 'Hero-ing 101'. Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro. And what it means to fight in the name of good! Let's get into it! Today's lesson will pull no punches!"
    "Fight training!" She could hear the grin in Bakugo's voice without even looking at him. Only to hear Midoriya's worried question. Poor boy.
    "But one of the keys of being a hero is... looking good!" He immediately pointed to the side, grinning away as compartments automatically came out of the wall. "These were specifically designed for you based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started." Even Kaida was excited at this point, knowing exactly what it was. Their hero costumes. She grinned ear to ear as she thought about it. She went into full detail designing the costume. It was simple but it was hers. "Get yourselves suited up, and then meet me at Training Ground Beta!"
    "Yes, sir!" Kaida quickly grabbed her suitcase, following the girls to their changing room. The girl was hesitant to open it, noticing how the others were already stripping out of their clothes to put on the costumes. Ochaco tilted her head at the ghoul.
    "Is everything okay, Hiyama?" Kaida glanced up at her before nodding, laughing a little. "Are you nervous, too?"
    "Uh, yeah. I just hope it looks good on me."
    "I don't think that'll be a problem, Hiyama. You're very pretty, I think it'll look fine, however it looks." She turned her head to see Yaoyorozu looking at her with a confident smile. She was already dressed in her costume, causing Hiyama's face to go red.
    'So gorgeous!'
    "Right, okay!" She took a deep breath before carefully changing into the suit. A cropped skintight top, a slightly longer cropped jacket, shorts, tights, boots, and gloves. All that was left was the mask she had designed, pulling it around her neck first to button the back, then zipping down the front. She pulled the surgical like bands behind her ears to keep the mask in place, finally fixing it over her nose. The neon lines on the front made it look like teeth, fit for a ghoul. The bolts on the side were added just for some flair.
    "Perfect." Kaida looked herself I the mirror, twisting and turning as she fixed her hair up in a ponytail. She was smiling but no one could see it. Hagakure slide beside her, sounding ecstatic about her classmates outfit.
    "Whoa! You look cool! That mask is pretty, too!" Yaoyorozu stepped behind her, arms crossed.
    "Simple but nice." If only they knew the meaning behind it. The other girls lined up, taking in their costumes as well. They all exchanged the same look of confidence before turning and making their way to the training grounds. Marching onto the scene, Kaida couldn't help but feel empowered, walking with everyone like this. In their hero costumes, no less. They were just one step closer to becoming pros.
    "They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof! Take this to heart. From now on you are all... heroes in training!" All Might's voice rang through the area as they exited the tunnel, coming to a stop as they spread out a little. Kaida stood near the tall dupli-armed boy, Shoji, catching Uraraka just next to her. She noticed, however, that Midoriya wasn't there yet. "This is getting me all revved up. You look so cool! Now. Shall we get started, you buncha newbies?" Kaida grinned, cracking her knuckles at his challenge. She turned her head to look at Midoriya as he entered, Uraraka calling him out. She wanted to go say hello and talk about his outfit, but it looked like gravity girl had it covered. Kaida looked away with a small smile, glancing to the ground. A certain blond looked back at the girls sudden exclamation, catching the look on the ghoul's face.
    "Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training." The pro hero started, only for Iida to cut in.
    "Sir! This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean we'll be conducting urban battles again?"
    "Not quite. I'm going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evildoers take place indoors. Think about it. Backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys and fight two-on-two indoor battles. I know we have an extra in the class, but don't worry! I came prepared!"
    "Isn't this a little advanced?" Kaida looked in front of her, seeing the frog girl. She had forgotten her name, whoops. She did have a valid question though.
    "The best training is what you get on the battlefield! But remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You're dealing with actual people now." Everyone seemed to join in in asking questions, causing Kaida to look back and forth between everyone, noticing how Kaminari had moved more towards the back, standing next to Kirishima now. She was caught staring, Denki turning his head at just the right time to give her a big grin before turning back to their growling teacher. "I wasn't finished talking!"
    "Listen up!" A script? "The situation is this: The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes." Kaida tilted her head. It sounded like a video game. "Time's limited, and we'll choose teams by drawing lots. I brought an extra box along for the extra person, too!" Before Iida could really throw a fit, Midoriya brought him back down by explaining the urgency of how teaming up works. It seemed to do the trick as he apologized. Everyone moved forward to draw their lots, Kaida waiting until she was the last one and grabbed out of the extra one, courtesy of All Might.
    All teams were formed and All Might stared down at the maroonette, leaning down to get a good look at her paper. "And young Hiyama! Look's like you're on Team E!" Kaida nodded as the pinkette and twinktoes joined her.
    "Yay! We got an extra! We totally got this in the bag!" Ashido yelled, sticking her tongue out at everyone else. Some just rolled their eyes, the others just kind of laughed. Kaida smiled a little as she threw an arm over the other's shoulders, pulling her along. She just barely caught that Midoriya was facing Bakugo. She hoped he'd be alright.. She didn't fight the girl as she let her lead her to the monitoring room with everyone else.
    Hiyama tried to keep up with Ashido's babbling, just nodding dumbly along, catching bits and pieces as they stood in front of the monitors. As the time started, everyone quieted down, watching carefully. Kaida took off the mask in the meantime, keeping her eyes on the green suited boy on the screen. Her hands flew to her mouth as Bakugo attacked. Everyone was calling out but Kaida's eyes were fixated on the boys. Her eyes widened, watching how Midoriya took Bakugo down. She kept her hands clutched together in front of her chest, brows furrowing. She was so proud of him with how far he's come, but she was terrified. She was pulled from her thoughts as a hand rested on her shoulder. She looked to the side to see Denki, smiling at her.
    "Hey, don't worry. He'll be fine." He reassured, dropping his hand as he turned back to the screen. Kaida smiled a little and nodded, continuing to watch the fight. She had pretty much blocked out everything that they were talking about, watching closely. "Whoa, that guy has some major anger issues.. it's kinda scary." She heard from Denki, but she didn't hear anyone else. As Bakugo found Midoriya again, Kaida bit her lip, eyes widening more as she gasped, realizing what was going to happen. She flung herself forward, hands slamming down on the rail beside All Might.
    "No! All Might you have to stop him!"
    "Young Bakugo! Don't do it! You'll kill him!" He yelled into the mic, Kaida gripping the rail so hard she was sure there had to be a dent in it by now. As the explosion released, Kaida shouted, hand covering her mouth.
    "All Might, please tell them to stop! He's going to pulverize him!" Hiyama begged, glancing up at the hero. He looked like he was torn. "All Might!" Everyone else started joining in to shut him down. The fight dragged on and she was finding it hard to watch, flinching as she could see Bakugo yelling away.
    "They're gonna kill each other! Sir!" Kirishima yelled, causing Kaida to slam her hand down once again.
    "All Might! Shut them down!" She watched the two boys go, ready to destroy each other. She could feel her eyes tearing up. How could Bakugo just do that to him? How could Midoriya keep going? All Might started to tell them to stop before he heard something from them. She didn't know what, but the impatience was gnawing at her. Suddenly, Midoriya punched through the entire ceiling, her gasping as Bakugo blasted at him. It was quiet as the scene died down, everyone staring wide eyed and open mouthed.
    "You did it." All Might started. "The hero team... Wins!" A breath, Kaida didn't even know she was holding, came rushing out, feeling a few tears slip down her face as she saw her best friend drop to the ground. She still had a fight she had to do, but all she wanted right now was to rush to him. She couldn't though, and it killed her. She quickly wiped away her tears, starting to feel the rage bubbling up inside her, all of it towards the ash blond bond. She watched her friend get wheeled off the scene by the infirmary robots, just waiting for the other boy to walk in. She could hear people faintly talking, and she could've sworn she heard her name a few times but she was too taken over by her rage. She hadn't even noticed how her eyes changed, glowing their bright red.
    "Kai..?" Denki stared at the rage fueled girl, Mina hearing his question and looking to the girl.
    "Hey.. is she okay? Hiyama?" She moved to rest her hand on her shoulder, turning to the door as it opened, revealing Bakugo. As he walked in, Kaida heard his name, and the door close behind him, snapping from her thoughts as her rinkaku came loose, immediately pinning him against the wall. It all happened so fast, no one could comprehend what happened until Bakugo started yelling.
    "What the fuck, Red?! Let me go, you damn brat!" He growled out, clenching his teeth as her ghoul eyes stared him down.
    "What the hell were you thinking?! You could've killed him!" Everyone flinched, Denki trying to pull her back, only for her to quickly shake him off. "Are you so threatened by him that you had to go that far?! Are you really that afraid that someone you've looked down on your whole lives is better than you?!"
    "Young Hiyama! Stand down!" She ignored All Might's demand as she took a step closer to him.
    "I don't think it's any of your business how I feel, idiot! Now, let go of me before I blast you to hell!" Kaida tightened her grip on his limbs, keeping him from exploding the tentacles.
    "I'd like to see you try!"
    "Kaida!" She snapped her attention to the three that called out her name. Kaminari, Ashido, and Uraraka stood there, worried expressions across their faces, Ashido walking towards her and resting a calming hand on her arm. "Let him go.."
    She glanced between everyone in the room, eyes widening as she realized what she had done. She quickly but carefully put the boy down, the tails dissolving and eyes relaxing. She looked down, ashamed. "I.. A-All Might, may I be excused, please?" The room was quiet before the man cleared his throat.
    "Very well." Hiyama nodded and pulled herself away from everyone, pushing past Bakugo as she went. She ran from the training grounds, just barely catching up to the gurney that pulled the green haired boy away. She walked beside him, explaining to Recovery Girl what happened and that she was allowed to stay. She didn't dare leave his side. She promised Mama Midoriya she would take care of him. She couldn't help but think of what happened back in the monitoring room. What was she thinking? She let her feelings get the best of her, she could've seriously hurt someone. She was an idiot.
    Back in the monitoring room, all was quiet before All Might ordered the next team to go. Bakugo stood at the back, fists balled as he recounted what happened, ignoring the stares he got from everyone else. Ashido frowned as she crossed her arms, standing between Aoyama and Kaminari. "I hope she's okay.."
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soto-translates · 7 years
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Saiyuki Crossroaders ch2 pt3
And the last part of chapter 2 from the online novel Minekura Sensei began posting on the Zero Sum website. Unfortunately nothing new has been posted since 2013, so this is all I've got for now.  If Crossroaders gets updated and I haven't started posting translations, please let me know!  I wanna know how it turns out too...
My translations of previous parts are here: Ch1 Pt1 | Ch1 Pt2 | Ch1 Pt3 || Ch2 Pt1 | Ch2 Pt3
I think this every day, but we really should carry a watch around.  Hakkai cast his gaze around the spacious casino floor, searching for a clock without turning his head.  Well, Hakkai himself was the one who normally should carry the watch, but he was currently unable to do so.  He was already carrying a cracked pocket watch.  It was stopped forever, ever since the moment he lost his other half.
...Speaking of, in opposition to her mild appearance, Kanan had liked gambling.  Instead of cute and modest ‘prayers to God’, it was serious gambling like mahjong and hanafuda(※7) that set her eyes sparkling.  Thinking about it now, she was a bit of an odd girl.
But thanks to that, Hakkai had become a fairly proficient gambler too.  He’d gotten elementary lessons in mahjong from her as well.  Usually, women were influenced by their boyfriend’s hobbies; this was the exact opposite of that.
I wonder if she would be happy to know that she’s brought me this far...
His heart ached now, less with sadness than nostalgia.  His own time was steadily marching on.  It was lonely, but he had already accepted this truth.
I must buy a new watch.  One that keeps track of the current time progression.
“......It is inconvenient, after all.  Excuse me, do you have the time?”  Hakkai turned to the player next to him as though letting go of unnecessary thoughts.
It was already quite late.  They should meet up with Gojyo and Goku who were probably struggling on another floor, combine their winnings into one large bet, and finish up in one go.
The roulette table before him had already begun a new game.
Although standing out was ill-advised, thanks to the excellent blond panda-priest-sama, the gallery encircling the table at a distance had swelled to quite a number.
“What?  That priest is still betting?”
“It’s amazing!  I think he’s only lost once!”
“...Oh my!  He’s quite a handsome priest.”
“Oh, right, there are young people winning big at the slots and poker too.  Judging by the clothes, might they be with him?”
Hakkai’s smile stiffened for a mere 0.5 seconds.
...Why now, of all times, must their luck be so stupidly good...?  And after I warned them so many times to win moderately.
That being said, their ability to be terribly lucky in strange ways was a blessing that enabled all of them to continue this dangerous journey.  Blaming it would be inviting trouble.
But even so.
...No wonder he had been feeling stares prickling on the back of his neck.  It wasn’t simply a person’s gaze; it was clearly a piercing observation.  And it wasn’t from a single direction.
Hakkai mentally clicked his tongue.
It was time to reevaluate.
Gojyo and Goku must have won quite a lot, so in total they must be near their monetary goal.  In any case they should leave the shop as soon as this game was finished.
Hakkai turned back to the table, throwing himself into his role in order to prevent the slightest impatience from showing itself.
Sanzo had placed an inside split bet, leaving his chips on the line between 29 and 32.  The dividend rate for a split bet was 18 times -- in other words, a bet of 100,000 would return 1,800,000.
...If it won.
Sanzo’s bet was approximately 80% of their current winnings.  There was a considerable amount laid out.  Hakkai couldn’t risk deliberately missing.
29 and 32 were arranged at almost right angles to each other on the spinning board.  Hakkai quickly confirmed the positions of the two numbers on the rotating wheel, and judged the timing he would need to flick the ball with his ki in order to make it look as natural as possible.
“--Could we have a minute?”  Suddenly, two well-built men in black suits appeared from behind, approaching Hakkai from both sides as though to gently restrain him.
“......Ah, what seems to be the problem?”  Hakkai turned to face the black suited men, acting as though he were genuinely surprised even as a chill ran down his spine.
“We apologize, but if we could have a moment of your time...”
“Ah, wai--”
“Over there.  Please.”  The men began to lead Hakkai away politely but forcefully.
The crowd buzzed at the disquieting spectacle, and even Sanzo tossed a brief glance over his shoulder.
Resisting now would worsen their impression of me, and would only set us at a disadvantage.
“--I understand; I’ll go with you.  Did something happen?”  Hakkai spoke in a slightly strained voice as though making sure Sanzo understood the situation.  He disappeared in the direction of the floor exit, escorted by the black suits.
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............Seriously?
Facing the roulette board and maintaining an aloof expression, Sanzo went into mental shut down.  All at once, his sleepiness came back.
He couldn’t vacate his seat now; the betting had already closed.
Faking worry for his attendant and going after them was somewhat -- no, quite an unnatural move.  If he was lucky he would win, but the chances of a split bet win were only about 5%.
Cloaking himself in pretend calm, Sanzo watched the silver ball skip over the wheel ... And before long the ball mercilessly settled itself into a completely unrelated number’s pocket.
A disappointed cry rose up from the crowd.
...I’m the one who’s disappointed.  You’re all annoying.
Nearly 80% of the chips he’d won were collected up in front of his eyes.  Sanzo’s anger meter was maxed out, but his was no time to let his temper out.  The question was, what to do in this next game.
Sanzo could feel a strange nervousness and mistrust floating around both the gallery and the other players, thanks to the earlier questionable dealings.  Not only would leaving now raise suspicion, doing so would mean they would fall substantially short of their monetary goal.  That would be a waste of time and effort.
...However, even if he bet all his current chips, he wouldn’t earn much unless he aimed for a fairly high payout wager.  And even if he did play such a hand, stage hand Hakkai wasn’t around.
Would adding Gojyo and Goku’s winnings to his own and betting it all on either red or black, as planned, fill the gap?
Remaining here was dangerous, but he had to wait until the other two came to him...
“--Oh, there he is!  That flashy lond-bay(※8) over there.”
“Sanzo--!!”
Two familiar, out of place, outrageous voices plowed through the crowd and ran up to him.
“Sorry we’re late!  Couldn’t really find a good place to stop.”
“But wow you’ve got a lotta spectators.  So, how’s it goin’, Sanzo-sama?”
“Oh yeah, where’s Hakkai?”
Buffeted by the refreshingly bad-natured lines alternating behind his head, Sanzo ripped off his poker face and made an expression as though he’d eaten 104 stink bugs.
“......How about you read the situation a bit, you ID-10-Ts(※9)...”  He knew he wasn’t allowed to bring it in, but how he wished he had his paper fan.
“--Huh?  What kinda situation is this?”
“Hakkai’s been taken away by the black suits.”
“Whaaaat?!  So, that means, the cheating --”
“Flaaaaash!!”
“Ugh!”
Gojyo’s palm smacked over Goku’s face.
As the gallery watched the impromptu comedic skit open mouthed, the roulette dealer seemed to remember where he was and rang the bell signaling the start of the next game.  Around the table people turned their attention to the new game, and Sanzo explained the situation under his breath, frowning all the while.
“......They probably haven’t caught us out, but they definitely think we’re suspicious.  We have no choice but to bet big on this game and clear out.  Hand over all your chips.”
“...Seriously?  You’re gonna bet all this even without Hakkai here?”
“Red or black......  And if we get it it’s twice the payout?  That’ll be a lotta money, won’t it.”
“And if we miss we’re completely broke,” Sanzo said as though completely unconcerned, watching the wheel begin its neat rotations.
The other players began placing down their colorful chips one after another.
“...Wha, what’re you gonna do Sanzo?”
--Two choices, red or black.
In that case, he should think about it statistically.  Sanzo quickly reflected on the outcomes of the games he had witnessed today.
Red, black, black, black, red, black, red, black, black...... Up until now the ball had predominantly fallen in a black pocket.  So, in all likelihood, next would be red --
“Sanzo, bet on red, on red.”  Suddenly Gojyo gripped Sanzo’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.
“......On what grounds.”  Sanzo harshly tried to shake off the friendly arm.  Next to his face, a crimson eye winked between hair the color of blood.
“It’s my image color.”
“--Black.”
Sanzo’s arm moved as though plucked and pushed the mountain of high-value chips onto the ‘black’ diamond-shaped mark.  A low “oooh” rose up from the gallery.
“Bastard...!!”
“No more bets!”
The bell marking the end of betting rang out lightly as though to block out Gojyo’s protests.
“Woaahh, you seriously went for it!”
“Red is bad luck, in lots of ways.”
“What’s that supposed ta mean, you shitty monk?!!”
The silver bullet sparkled in the floor lights, drawing a glittering pulse over the spinning wheel.
“Uh, hang on.  It doesn’t matter what number it stops on as long as it’s black, right?!”
“No matter how you think about it, black more unlucky I tell you...”
“Mind your own business, red roach.  Go take a red shit and go to bed.”
“Don’t make it sound like I’ve got hemorrhoids!  Besides, that’s mostly mine and Goku’s winnings.  You’re gonna take responsibility if it all goes up in smoke, right Sanzo-sama?”
“Fine.  What do you want?”
“Ohh, now you’ve said it!  Prepare yourself to dance naked!”
“......Sanzo--”
“You like seeing naked men?  You’ve got a wide strike zone.”
“That’s not what I meant--!”
“Sanzo,” Goku called out in a calm voice, and pointed to the lazily rotating wheel.  “...It’s red.”
The silver ball was sitting on the roulette board, cradled in a red pocket.
The gallery went wild.
Goku stood frozen, a serious look on his face.
Gojyo tried to sink through the floor.
“--And this is why red is shit.”
Sanzo closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, crushing his long-empty soft pack of Marlboro Reds in both hands.
【To be continued】
※7  Hanafuda 花札: A card game in which players collect cards into sets in order to earn points.
※8  Lond-bay: Blond
※9  ID-10-Ts: Sanzo actually says 馬と鹿のツーペア (うまとしかのつーぺあ), which literally translates to ‘horse and deer two of a kind’.  Combine the characters for horse and deer in one word, and you get baka, or idiot.
Soto Note: Sorry for any awkwardness in the gambling descriptions.  I don't gamble, so I relied on sites like the two below to help give me an idea of what Minekura Sensei was talking about. http://www.casinotop10.net/roulette-terms https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_poker_terms
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spacecharr · 5 years
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Black Rose Sesh Report V
i think it’s number five at least.
Here we go again:
fuck having a bum shoulder. again. seriously, fuck it. right in the asshole.
ok
the trip back wasn’t an odyssey so much as it was a revelation-filled romp.
also chillhop music makes me seriously so lyrical. it’s... it’s like I’m helpless, but I’m also scared that people might see me as a pretentious bitch or something, but I also recognize that maybe this is just my anxiety or some shit? 
thought looops, like frooot loops
oh yeah!
revalations
one: holy fuck I am so fucking bi.
there was this couple heading back -- WAITTTTT
how could I almost forget Oliver?!
ok
People I met on the romp back:
(wait tags)
(ok, back to here - but ow, fuck)
Eric, Lisa, and Oliver the Dog.
amazing neighbors who’ve lived in the area for a long ass time. also Oliver is cleverly named due to the location.
the black cat that I thought was a little girl twin of my handsome boy? nope! He’s an adorable little psychopath named Merlin! he loves people, is adorable, vocal, cuddly, his owners are this amazingly punk rock lady and this guy who could be like a secret badass punk nerd from accounting or something. And he’s a bit psycho ‘cause he does the whole “snuggle up to your leg to purr and cuddle you, ask for belly rubs, then will attack your hand”. My Zi doesn’t do that at all. He will give you maaaaaany warning bops with his back legs, no claws, before he begins to lazily warning bite you.
Alright, ok. 
Revelations.
one: I am so fucking bi.
there was this couple heading home from a run. both of them were HELLA FINE. I mean, of the two I’d prefer the dude, but if I could have both of ‘em, then hell yes I would.
I have the preference namely because the lady was wearing matching pink shirt and scrunchie - and that get up on a wavy blonde made me think of that character from the Arnold the Armadillo show and I don’t like her as much.
they were wearing matching running tights, the girl was wearing pink and the guy was wearing orange (my favourite colour).
Both probably within my age range, maybe in their 30s.
The guy was super in shape, bony, broad, muscled shoulders and a runner’s taper. 
Gal was thicc and had a face that looked like Denaerys Targarean (idk how the fuck to spell that name rn)
two: I’m living in my dream neighborhood, basically, and living my dream.
where I’m at, I just went out for a walk to a park - it felt like I was at a lake. 
there’s dogs everywhere, and friendly people who own those dogs. people with stories to tell, who are happy to sit down and chat.
there’s beautiful people where I live. All sorts of beautiful people. (see revelation one: I am hella bi - and for any biphobes out there, remember that bi means i find more than one gender attractive. think about that for a sec, I’ll wait.)
there are couples in their 30s with no kids, so this place is fairly childfree.
there are people leading alternative lifestyles all around me, mixed in and living side by side harmoniously with neighbors who are more traditional. including couples even who are made up of a “normal” looking person and someone visibly living that alternative lifestyle.
today has been filled with so many LGBTQ encounters of other LGBTQ people living visibly out - whether they’re living out to prove a point, living out because it’s right for them, living out despite the fear, living out because it’s fun to, etc, etc. - that it makes me so happy to see.
there was a dude in this really fancy sports car - likewise somewhere in this 30s - which almost everyone at the intersection had to turn their heads to appreciate
there was this guy with a beard (beards are so attractive) balancing on this fancy looking road bike (god, I love bikes) - makin’ that choice for whatever his reason is, but it’s one I love because we need more bikes and less cars
on my way home, and this ties into the point below, I passed under a balcony where several ladies where having a girl’s night and discussing things.
and it turned into this awesome look on feminism in a way because they were talking about I think female genital mutilation (these are all ladies in their late 30s or older - lots of talk of husbands, etc) and how there’s so many women still having it done to them.
one of the ladies mentioned how some man in her life somewhere (she mentioned how she knew, but there was a dog I was distracted by when she explained, so I didn’t really catch it) was talking about how less girls get mutilated than boys or something. And she was like “well i don’t know the numbers for boys, but even if it is higher, that’s still six--(some ridiculously large number like 600 million or something, or 600 thousand...) and then that means there’s even more children being mutilated than that because the boys get mutilated more often.” 
like, holy shit, a man engaging in “oppression olympics” when a woman was just trying to express her shock that any children are being mutilated - and that he was being excited for winning a gender competition for “whose gender is mutilated the most as young, helpless babies?!”!
anyways, that little aside aside
holy fuck my shoulder hurts
I was thinking I could do this part as part of the stream of conscience further down, but I don’t think I can hold out that long.
So ok, I separated the AC joint (or something like that) in my right shoulder from some bungled board breaking I did during a parade with my karate club. Boards got rained on and my student and I still broke them.
I bungled this break only in that the first two elbow attempts didn’t work - the board was way too wet and it bounced both the elbows back. So I resorted to  hammer fist to break it and boooooo. I wanted to elbow it.
But yeah, turns out I’m hurting.
But I’m not sure if I am or not. Again, this is probably anxiety? or maybe another revelation.
But like, I’m confused. Would a separated shoulder take 48hrs to fully onset in terms of the pain and symptoms? Cause I felt like I was sore, but still able to do thinsg. Then when I went in yesterday to see my chiro for a scheduled appt from way before the parade, I mentioned my shoulder pain.
he ran two quick assessments on me and diagnosed me with a separated AC joint. it’s on the mild side, but it’s still a separated shoulder he said. and since them I’ve been way more conscious of it and I wonder - is it because he told me something’s wrong and I’m “pretending” because I’m hyper-aware of any sensation in the area? Or did it really just take until now for it to start being so bothersome?
--- another aside within aside within aside: I’m starting to feel suuuuper sleepy.
but then also, I’m high. I’m high on 50mg edible THC and 1/2 a 210mg joint. I should be pretty medicated by now, we can all agree. And I do feel a familiar stoner feel from the indica. Nice heavy body feel. But through it all, my neck, shoulder and lat are just screaming at me occasionally.
Especially my neck. 
And my shoulder when I go to use my right arm - reaching, etc. OHHHHHH!!!! It hurts more today than yesterday because I did karate this morning!!!!! And I pushed (but didn’t hurt) myself a bit because I wanted to train with our guests.
ok.
I get it now.
I’m not crazy, it legit hurts. I’m not being a wuss, I’m being realistic. Okay.
SEE!?! WEED! REVELATIONS!
Dammit, guys, weed really is a therapist. 
Have I even told you guys I’m a relatively new stoner? Like, just since it got legalized in Canada, and like, in November? So a lot of those like random “crazy-ass” stoner stereotypical phrases that I used to make fun of and think were like “oh, hurr durr, only stupid stoners who can’t think straight think like that” - they’re TRUE!!!! holy fuck, guys.
Hm, also, I think I am definitely going to be able to ride along and let the shrooms take me where they will next weekend. I’m ready for it. I’m excited for it. I feel like there will be so many more breakthroughs.
OH! yes, returning.
So, those ladies and talking about not even feminism, but just out in the open, within earshot of people on the street (fair, they’re just having an open air convo on their own personal balcony - everyone else is on the public sidewalk, the acoustics in this area are just very conducive), talking about statistics about women.
It’s so awesome that I live ina  place where that can happen.
That I live in a place where a trans woman and her lesbian girlfriend can walk through the park. Where an openly lesbian couple, an openly gay couple, two best dude friends (and or maybe another gay couple, it’s not like they were dressed in rainbows or held hands or anything), a single dad with two kids, a single stoner, and all sorts of straight couples can just all exist alongside each other without anyone feeling pressured or attacked or anything.
It’s awesome.
Ok. My shoulder is really hurting. I know I’m not being a wuss with this now.
Though I have to say, as much as this fucking sucks, I still wouldn’t trade it for my experience as a martial artist. Now I know for next year, and I can protect my younger students now since I know that wet boards are so harsh on even my body - it’d tear out the shoulder of some of our younger kids. And I can experiment with drying the boards a bit more so they’re more brittle and won’t bounce back. 
I think if I had been doing a single break in a controlled setting like a dojo instead of needing to set up in as few steps as possible and break and move on quick so you don’t hold up the route, I could have broken it. But as it was, it’s not possible for me to courteously summon up the concentration for a break like that on a parade route.
I’m gonna just relax for a while. Probably find some anime to watch. I wanted to draw, but I don’t think my shoulder’s up for it. I’ll have to try to remember the imagery.
It’s like, space-sci-fi dystopia future-wave sort of thing but with lower tech and more slum-like. cartoony. cel shaded. primariy colours: orange-brown, blue/purple like vaporwave, red, orange-orange, maybe some yellow/yellow-white.
guys, weed is magical. I love weed. I mean, I’m a highly functioning member of society. I live a frugal lifestyle, but I kill it at work, I’m becoming highly involved in my community, etc. 
it’s crazy how there’s that stoner stereotype, but honestly I’d say that’s just the entertaining minority. the minority we all like to smoke along with. XD
ok, that’s a wrap on this part. maybe more, maybe not. dunno.
in anycase, fuck bum shoulders, stay chill, and see ya in space.
...srsly should I do audios?
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