#i got chills when i saw that woman getting her vaccine

[eggtartz]

Hello! Can I request a Izana x Fem!reader soulmate AU where you can feel anything your soulmate feels: Physically, mentally, emotionally but you both also have the same tattoo, which is supposed to mean you're both soulmates (I just love this kind of soulmate AU😫)

Izana and the reader don't know each other though, and the reader is overwhelmed with her emotions, and there's this one toxic friend she had in the past, and this toxic friend was so toxic that it made the reader hold a lot of grudges and hate towards her. And the reader has just finished arguing and fighting with the toxic friend and the reader feels A LOT of REALLY negative emotions and so much anger, the reader literally start t have a mental breakdown but later on when Izana finds out that you are his soulmate he meets you and the reader is a chill, calm person and has this powerful aura around her, which shows that the reader is actually a really calm powerful person but that toxic friend was something else which made the reader act out of character

I know that this seems so long😭 but it's actually not🥹

Context: Honestly it's just Izana feeling the negative energy you're feeling and then meeting you and realizing that you were just in a bad state and not in the right state of mind.

a/n : hii! thankyou for requesting, i compiled some au's in one fic so this might be a little long 🫶🏻 i changed a bit hope you won't mind

summary : izana felt a pang of dejavu happened to him, like he has been here before. but when? and who is this glimpse of a person that he keeps seeing but can't remember?

wc : 2028

"izana promise me you won't forget me! promise me hurry!"

"love, please stop. i would never forget you, never" was the last thing he said before he exhaled his last breath. your breathing became erratic and sobbed on his chest. "izana, izana i'll always wait for you. always"

izana jolted from his slumber, sweating and with a cold feet. he had this week for a week now and it's the same dream over and over again. he already instructed kakucho to get him sleeping pills so he could sleep better but it only got worse. it would be precisely at 5am where he would wake up from the dream. the only thing that changed about the dream was it got vivid as day passed. this woman in his dreams voice was familiar but where?

pushing his thoughts, izana moved to his bathroom to get ready for the day oblivious that you were having the same symptoms as he is. only much worse. you were staying at a cheap apartment with one of your friend. well, your so-called friend. when you bought this place you thought you'd share places with a complete stranger only for your hopes to crash down when you see one of your former friends already a resident there. the past mistakes both of you were hard to swallow even after 4 years, none of you would apologize.

but neither of you could moved out too because both of you needed a place to stay so it's this or sleeping on the streets. you wanted to grow customized to her but looking at her brings so much bad memories so you do what you do best. you walk away.

at 7am you would already be done to head to the kitchen to make breakfast before heading to work. she worked at night so you never got to see her face. good, you thought. that was until you heard groaning from the staircase and saw her stretching her limbs there. oh fuck sake you mumbled under your breath.

the sound of the coffee machine churning was the only sound that accompanied you two. you were making toast and put some jelly but now your appetite was nowhere to be found. so you ditched the kitchen, grabbed your keys and rode to your workplace.

you worked at the veterinary clinic as how you always wanted to. you couldn't keep a pet at the apartment so you figure meeting the those little furry creatures at work would at least boost up your life a bit. the clinic was busy as many cats, dogs and other animals went to book appointments, vaccines or grooming sessions.

that evening while closing the shop you felt a sharp sensation in your head that you accidentally dropped your keys. it wasn't aching but it was buzzing and the buzzing was vibrating, at some times they went erratic and it would slow down. after a few seconds it went erratic again and it would slow down again. holding your forehead you squat down for balance until the buzz disappear as a touch was felt on your shoulder.

"are you okay? you look like you're about to pass out" a white haired man was observing you intently, concerned too. it was strange how the buzzing sensation disappear in seconds so you tried standing and you were back to normal. "uh, yes. im sorry it's just i haven't eaten so i feel kinda dizzy" you assured the kind man in front of you with a sweet smile. he had red earrings dangling from his ear.

"well, there's a bakery shop there i can buy something to eat?"

"oh no, no worries. i feel better now um mister..?"

"just call me izana" he extended his hand to shake with yours and when you shooked it, both of you felt a literal electricity volt making both of you gasped. "ow, fuck. oh god izana are you okay? did you felt that?"

"yeah, felt like an electric shock. it's the hot weather perhaps" he squinted his eyes while rubbing his hands together. "well my name's y/n. nice meeting you izana" you bowed a bit to him and he bowed back.

truth is, izana talked to you due to an accident too. he was heading to his favorite bakery shop to pick up his favorite croissant until he arrived at the entrance but he couldn't open the door because the door was too hot to touch. he asked the staff to open it instead but again he couldn't move towards as his body felt too hot to move. he fanned himself but couldn't push his body to move towards the direction he intended to.

he scooted his legs a bit to the right and there was an instant relief where he felt a bit of coldness but again he couldn't step back to his original place so he moved towards the directions where he felt it was the right tempature and when he finally founds the not-too-hot-not-too-cold place, he saw you.

there might be a reason for this he thought but he tried to be reasonable and helped you. after the mini electric shock both of you felt, izana was certain this isn't a coincidence. it can't be.

"do you work here y/n?" he asked not moving a muscle fearing the weird tempature phenomenon occurs again. you nodded while studying his facial structures, he was a handsome man, wearing a black suit and had wavy hair. you were too mesmerized by him that you didn't noticed him picking up your stuff on the ground.

"y/n? hello? y/n?"

"oh uh yes thank you izana. i think i'll just get back home now. goodbye, have a good day!" you quickly walked past him without looking back, embarrassed. izana stood there for a long time while thinking about what just happened. it wasn't until kakucho came to check on him, that he moved on and went back.

back home, you closed the door hurriedly, desperate for air to even your breathing. on your way to your room, the kitchen was dirty and unorganized. if there was one thing that ticked you off, it was coming home to unwashed dishes in the sink. inhaling another breath, you rolled your sleeves to clean up the kitchen until your friend came down the stairs. "i wanted to do that" she said with one breath.

"it's okay, it's almost done anyway"

"honestly what's your problem huh? you think you're the only one in this apartment trying to keep it clean? im trying to keep it clean too" she suddenly bursted in your ear.

"what? im just helping you is that wrong?"

"yes! that's what you always wanted to do! help everyone but not everyone needs your help y/n. just leave people at their business!"

"you know what suit yourself" you walked pass her but she yelled again

"see, this is why everyone left you y/n! you just walk away when people tell you you're wrong! this is why no one would ever love you, you know! all our friends hated you, they taunt me because i live here with you i hate it here and i hate being here everyday!" she said that with her whole chest and you didn't noticed the tears dropping until one accidentally fell on your lips, the saltiness waking you up to make your next move.

"fine if you want me to move out so much, i'll be gone the next morning" you walked to your room and slammed your door. this was something you always did. to be the one who left, the one who stepped away. you heard the main door slammed shut and you fell on the floor on your knees.

was i the problem? is that why all of my friends left me? why none of them contacted me anymore?

you gasped for air while resting laying helplessly on the cold floor still sobbing. all these years, you kept avoiding meeting your old friends, not willing to reopen old wounds. you wanted to disappear from their life but all of them seemed to hated you for it. you clenched the shirt you wore, wrinkling them. sadness became anger as you punched the wall that resulted in your hand bleeding. adding more pain, you took the mirror on your nightstand and threw it againts the room.

all the horrible memories of getting abandoned by your friends, getting guilt tripped by them came rushing back and you were a fool. you blamed yourself for everything that happened. you thought, your friend might be right, maybe if you minded your own business, people would love you. care for you. your sobs got louder and your lung felt like it was about to burst.

you grabbed your keys and rode away from there, although it was raining profusely. you parked your bike at the abandoned park there, and sat on the swings. your feet weakly touched the cemented floor while you quitely sobbed. your hands were burning from the rustiness of the swings, it was raining and you were drenched. getting colder, you hugged your body to warm up but there was no use. so you sat there in silence, remeniscing times where you truly were happy, truly had someone to love you.

when you got lost in your thoughts, you felt a presence in front of you who shielded your body from the intense rain. "y/n?!" izana, huh fate was twisted with you today. not once but twice izana found you in a state where you were miserable yet you didn't felt embarrassed. you felt either comfortable that he's here, relief even.

"oh shit hi? what you're doing here izana?"

"oh shit hi?! how could you be so casual about this?! hurry i have a car nearby we can go back somewhere before you get sick"

"it's okay izana, even if i was sick no one would care. no one would bother"

"why would you say that? of course someone would care, don't say ridiculous stuff like that now c'mon let's go!" he pulled your hand only for you to plop your body on the wet, muddy ground.

"y/n stop fucking around c'mon!"

"you go ahead izana"

"damn it i care about you! i really like you y/n no fuck i love you!" he said while throwing the umbrella he was holding on the ground and you stare at him from the muddy ground. he sat down on the mud, and looked at you through hooded eyes. as you stare into his eyes closely, you found those eyes familiar. it wasn't until he pulled a necklace that all past memories that you didn't even knew you had came rushing in.

the dreams. the man in your dreams. izana figured you were the one in his dreams too when he found a locket inside his old black dragon jacket that had your picture.

"love?" he whispered when you grew silent for too long. you tackled izana in your arms and he nuzzled his face in your neck, tightening his hands around your waist. "but, but izana didn't you? you died?"

"i believe we got reincarnated love and we always said we will never forget each other" you cried on his chest while he rubbed your back. all the memories that felt like dejavu suddenly becomes clear, at how izana died when he got shot. how you weeped at his funeral. how he proposed to you the day before his murder. that's why you instinctly went to the park when you were upset.

this was your hideout. in one of your memories there was one image where you two were dancing in the rain, happily giggling in each other arms. one more memory flashed as you were on the swing with him until he eventually stumbled but you kissed his wound and he dramatically became better. you kissed him receiving a kiss back, both of you not releasing each others lips. you were never letting him go again. not in the life.

"don't worry love. im here and this time i'll never leave you again"

a/n : phewww

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[cynicalclassicist]

TURN BACK

Written by Chris Newton

This isn’t mine but was done by another of the Lockdown writers who very kindly sent it to me.

There it was again: that fluttering, rattling, scuttling noise. It sounded like grasping pincers, snapping mandibles and probing antennae. It felt like something was on her back. For some reason, it was an oddly familiar sensation. 

Donna Temple-Noble knew that things had not been right for a while. 

Things were fine in her life. After a decade of marriage, both she and Shaun were still very happy and very much in love. They had been determined that their big lottery win wouldn’t change them and, for the most part, it hadn’t. They lived in a ten bedroom mansion Highgate with two acres of land, owned a holiday villa in Spain, and had been able to afford to send Joshua and Ella to an incredibly expensive private school – but otherwise, they still went to watch West Ham every Saturday (albeit in their own executive box), still kept in touch with all their old friends (even Nerys), and eschewed fancy restaurants and glitzy parties in favour of Friday nights in on the sofa watching Love Island and eating Pringles. 

But something was wrong with the world. Her high school boyfriend, Mathew Richards, had always been going on about global warming back in the 90s, but as far as Donna had been concerned somebody was always banging on about the end of the world, whether it was the Millennium Bug, or Mayan calendars or Hadron Colliders… But what did that have to do with her life? She could hardly see which type of milk she put in her tea affected the wider world. 

But things began to get so bad that even Donna noticed. On her eighty-inch TV, she saw bush fires in Australia, David Attenborough showing the ice caps melting and an ocean filled with plastic. And then the Sontaran virus came – the lockdowns, the curfews, and the restrictions. But not even a global pandemic could prevent the USA from imploding in a civil war. The Zygon president had attempted to form a dictatorship when he lost the election and all hell had broken loose. 

Donna knew they were lucky, they were far away from the fighting and they could afford regular deliveries of fresh food, and had a huge garden with their own private swimming pool to occupy them in quarantine. The first lockdown had almost been like a holiday for the Temple-Nobles; the kids cannon balling into the water, Donna and Shaun sunning themselves on loungers, barbeques, cocktails. Their autumn lockdown consisted of bonfires and marshmallows, thick jumpers and flasks of hot chocolate as they told ghost stories on Halloween and twirled sparklers on Bonfire Night. It was almost perfect.

Almost… But not. Because for all the comfort their money could buy them, there was one problem wealth could not solve. 

Donna’s Grandfather, Wilf, was now ninety-one. A few years ago, after a fall, had moved into a care home. Donna made sure he received the best care possible, and paid for him to go to a lovely facility just near Hampstead Heath, that way they were practically neighbours. Before the virus, she had visited him every day without fail. His memory had been growing steadily worse; sometimes he called her Sylvia, and occasionally Louise, for some reason, but he never forgot that she was his granddaughter, and more than not greeted her by saying ‘Wahey, here she is! The Little General!’ which had been his nickname for her when she was little. 

But since lockdown, she had been unable to visit him. She knew it was for the best, for the safety of her grandfather and for the other residents in the home, but it didn’t change the fact that it felt as though a huge part of her had been ripped away. His dementia had worsened, the staff had told her over the phone, and he had been repeatedly talking about a spaceman in a flying blue box. 

She had managed to arrange a videocall with her grandfather, a favour from one of the nurses at the home. She sat waiting for him to answer, full of fear and trepidation. Always wondering which visit would be the one where he failed to recognise her entirely. 

“Wahey, here she is! The Little General!” Wilf’s face filled the screen of her phone. 

“Hiya Gramps!” Donna’s eyes welled with tears of joy at the sight of her grandfather. 

“Blimey, how’d you get inside this little tablet thingy?” he chuckled.  “Must be bigger on the inside,” he muttered with a strange, faraway look in his rheumy eyes, as though he were trying to remember something. 

“You don’t half come out with some rubbish!” she laughed. “We had a bonfire in the garden on the 5th. You know, jacket potatoes in tin foil, passing round a thermos of tea. Reminded me of the old days, up the hill at your allotment, remember?”

“Mmmm,” he smiled distantly, before his face crumpled in confusion. “’Ere, where’s the Doctor?”

“You’ve already seen the doctor, Gramps. Remember? He put you on those new pills.”

“No, not him. The skinny one. Isn’t he with you? He usually is.”

“Why would he be with me you daft old thing? I’m fit and healthy, thank you very much. Touch wood,” she tapped her head. “Don’t need a doctor.”

“I think you do,” Wilf mumbled. “I think we all do. He’d sort out this bleedin’ virus.”

“They’ll have a vaccine before you know it, Gramps. You’ll be round ours for Christmas dinner, just you wait and see.”

“That’ll be nice,” he grinned. “How’s Lance, then? He alright?”

“Shaun, granddad, I’m married to Shaun. Lance… had to go away.”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably for the best. I never did like him much.” 

Donna couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“The kids want these flippin’ animatronic Baby Yoda dolls for Christmas,” she changed the subject. “Honestly, it’s Star Wars this, Star Trek that… and that other one. You know, the time travel one? No idea where they get it from, I was never into any of that sci-fi rubbish.” 

“Donna…” Wilf cried, a sudden urgency in his voice.

“Yes, Gramps?” she swallowed nervously, it had been a long time since he had called her by her name. “What is it?”

“There’s something on your back.”

The words chilled her, although she had no idea what they meant. She felt her right hand darting involuntarily over her shoulder expecting to feel… what, exactly? Something creeping, crawling, insectoid… she shivered. 

“There’s nothing there. Honestly, what are you on about?”

“He was only trying to help, but it’s gone wrong again. It wasn’t a fixed point, you see? It was one of those… Temporal wotsits.”

Donna took a deep breath.

“I think you’re getting mixed up again, Gramps.”

“Hmm?” he looked at her, his eyes full of warmth, kindness and confusion. “So how’s Lance, then? He alright?”

“Yes, Gramps. Lance is fine.”

“Oh, that’s good. I always liked him. Oh, I’ve got to go. The nurse wants her tablet back. When are you coming to see me?”

“As soon as I can, Gramps. I promise. As soon as I can.”

“Well, I’ll look forward to it. Ta-da sweetheart.”

“Bye,” she stifled a tear as the screen became blurry, before Wilf’s face was replaced by a blonde-haired woman.

“Donna Noble!” the stranger grinned irrepressibly 

“Oh, hi,” Donna swiftly composed herself. “Are you the nurse? Thanks so much for letting me speak to him…”

“Yeah. Well, I’m a Doctor, actually. Although a lot of people assume I’m a nurse these days. Bit annoying, really. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a nurse, mind! If it’s good enough for Rory Pond, it’s good enough for me.”

The blonde woman was still grinning.

“Oh my god,” Donna’s mouth fell open. “I know you!”

“No! No – that’s not possible!” The Doctor’s face paled.

“I knew I recognised you.”

“Listen to me – you cannot know who I am…”

“You’re Leanne Battersby. From Corrie!”

“What?”

“Ha! Just wait ’til I tell Nerys, she’ll be well jealous.” Donna snorted.

The Doctor harrumphed. 

“Leane Batt… Actually, you know what? If it stops your neural receptors from combusting then fine. Fine! Yeah. Leanne Battersby at your service. If you think I’m just an actress from Coronation Street then it’s safe for us to talk. Well, I say safe… safe-ish. By which I mean not very dangerous. Okay, maybe it’s a little bit dangerous. Put it this way: your mind won’t burn, but you might end up forgetting your old mate Susie Mair.”

“Susie Who?”

“Exactly. Anyway, we don’t have long… I need to get back in Wilf’s wardrobe before the Sontarans triangulate my signal. I’m telling you, this has been a long eight months. But your grandfather’s right: there is something on your back. Again. Or maybe for the first time – it all gets a bit wibbley with alternate dimensions. But there’s something on your back, and I’m really sorry, but it hitched a ride on a lottery ticket.”

“What on Earth are you on about?”

“Not on Earth, actually, Shan Shen,” the Doctor said, and then winced. “Oops! Shouldn’t have said that. Might have deleted another scene. Remember that time you were one the phone to Veena in the kitchen and you heard that strange wheezing, groaning sound coming from outside?”

“No?”

“Probably for the best.”

“What’s going on? And why are you in my Granddad’s wardrobe? Do I need to call social services, ’cause don’t think I won’t, blondie!”

“I need you to trust me. What was the name of that TV show where the kid in the blindfold had to be guided through the dungeon by their mates?”

“Knightmare?” 

“Yes! That’s the one. I need you to be my Dungoneer. I don’t have a Helmet of Justice so you’ll just have to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes??” 

“I know I’m asking a lot, Donna, but Wilf trusts me, and that’s all I can tell you. But be honest – you know something’s wrong, don’t you? You can feel something digging into your shoulders, can’t you?”

Donna nodded. There was no denying it, and for some inexplicable reason, she felt she could trust this woman, even though the reason seemed distant and out of reach. Donna closed her eyes. 

The strange woman on the phone guided her out of the house, past a row of trees and to the telephone box at the end of the road. Funny, Donna thought, she didn’t remember there being a telephone box there. She hadn’t seen a proper one for years. 

Following the Doctor’s instructions, Donna pulled the handle and the door creaked open as she stepped inside. Instinctively, she reached out for the mounted payphone, but her fingers met only empty air. Perhaps it wasn’t an operating phone box anymore? It probably housed a defibrillator instead. She was tempted to have a peek and find out.

“Don’t even think about opening your eyes,” the Doctor snapped, somehow reading her thoughts, “if you open your eyes, your brain will hyperpodulate.”

“Hyer-what-you-what? I want you to know I’m taking a lot on faith here, Battersby! And if this is a wind-up, then so help me god...” 

Donna’s threat was drowned out the VROOP-VROOPING of ancient engines that at once sounded utterly alien and distantly familiar to her, like hearing a half-remembered nursery rhyme from childhood. 

She heard the telephone box door creak open again, and a rush of cold air from outside. Strange, it didn’t feel like the smoky air of the November street she had come from. It felt crisper, fresher. She could hear the merry peal of church bells. There isn’t a church that close to my house, she thought, puzzled.

“You can come out now. Walk forwards but keep your eyes closed for a moment.”

Donna did as she was told. She felt grass beneath her feet as the VROOP-VROOPING resumed and then faded, drowned out by the sound of the bells. 

“You can open you eyes now,” the woman on the phone was now stood in front of her, but that was the least surprising thing to Donna. 

“But, how…” Donna looked down at herself. “I’m in my wedding dress. I don’t understand?” The two of them were stood by an old lychgate. Donna looked ahead – there was the church where she had married Shaun. Discarded confetti swirled about her ankles. There were guests milling about ahead – there was her grandfather’s friend Minnie Hooper. Minnie the Menace he used to call her! Although Donna was sure she’d heard that Minnie had died recently. Nevertheless, there she was, full of joy and life. And there was Nerys in her hideous peach dress! 

“What year is this?” asked Donna.

“2010,” said the Doctor.

“This is my wedding day. How is this even possible?”

“The time differential’s trying to reconcile there being two of you here at the same time. Hence the dress. It’s tricky with parallel universes. Anyway, ‘how’ isn’t important right now. What’s important is that somebody just gave you a lottery ticket as a wedding present.”

“I know, cheapskate.” 

“You’re about to win a triple rollover.” 

“Yeah, well…” 

“The thing is, Donna – the man gave you that ticket – he meant well, but he was meddling with things that shouldn’t have been meddled with. He was young – still in his Time Lord Victorious phase.”

“I don’t understand a single word you’re saying.”

“You know that theory that a butterfly fluttering its wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world? Well, time’s like that. Small, trivial things can cause ripples which alter the course of history. The truth is: you didn’t win that money. At least, not originally. You took one look at that ticket and ripped it up. Remember? The first dance at your wedding reception was Can’t Buy Me Love.”

“No… that’s not right,” said Donna. It couldn’t be. She knew that hadn’t happened. Their first dance had been 2 Become 1 by Spice Girls. So why could she remember dancing to The Beatles with Shaun?

“Nobody won the lottery that week – and the next week it was a quadruple rollover! A boy called Michael Finch won it. He was only sixteen. Imagine that! First time he’d ever played. Great kid. A friend of mine met his dad once. Long story. Anyway, I’m sorry Donna, but Michael didn’t spend it on cars and holiday homes and private pools. He invested in the future: green initiatives, healthcare, education… When the Sontarans released their virus, Earth was ready for it. Plus, the United States didn’t have a Zygon for a president. Well, they did actually, but she’s one of the nice ones. But shh, don’t tell anyone.”

“You know what,” said Donna. “I don’t think you really are Leanne Battersby, are you?”

“No.”

“But I do know you, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s… bad? My head hurts…” Donna cupped her forehead in her palm.

“Yes. It’s very bad,” said the Doctor. “But it’s okay. Because if you tear up that lottery ticket and let Michael Finch win it instead, then you’ll change the future and we’ll never have met. Well, not like this anyway.” 

“This is crazy. How is any of this possible?”

“My fault, I’m afraid. A long time ago, you had an encounter with a Time Beetle – and this is the gross part, sorry – Time Beetles can lay eggs beneath the hosts’ skin. They lie dormant, sometimes indefinitely, until the host encounters a significant temporal junction – in your case a lottery win that could change the course of human history. You were never supposed to have this life, Donna. You were supposed to tear up the ticket.”

More non-memories were flooding Donna’s mind – the years of living on the breadline in Chiswick, living with the regret of their lost fortune. A bank holiday weekend in Blackpool with the kids, having her fortune told by the strange little woman in the kiosk on the pier… Voicing her regret aloud and wishing she could go back to the day of her wedding and keep that winning ticket. 

That couldn’t be right… They never took the kids to Blackpool. Their holidays had been in Cyprus and Malaga, they’d splashed out on luxury round-the-world cruises. But she remembered it so vividly: the rattle of the trams, the glare of the illuminations, the taste of the chips, the seagulls crying overhead. 

“But we’ll have nothing. I can’t go back to the way we used to live: hand to mouth, never knowing where next month’s rent is coming from. What about Ella and Josh? They’ll be born with nothing.”

“Donna Temple-Noble, listen to me,” the Doctor gazed at her sternly. “You’ll have everything. You’ll have each other.” 

Donna looked back over to the church – there was Wilf! – still spry at eighty and fighting off Minnie’s advances as ever. And there was Shaun – so handsome in his wedding suit! She couldn’t believe how young he looked. 

The Doctor was right. Donna thought of how happy they had been during lockdown, not because they were comfortable, but because they had each other. The tweet-a-longs, the virtual gigs, the walks in the woods, the disastrous attempts at baking, standing on their doorstep and clapping for U.N.I.T…. She hadn’t put two and two together until she’d been speaking to her grandfather: but it had been the first time in her married life – the first time as a mother – that she had somehow recaptured that magic of sitting in her grandfather’s allotment with a flask of tea and gazing at the stars. 

At the time Donna had felt as though she were longing for adventure, as though the stars held some inexplicable magic, but now she knew that the magic had been right there in the allotment all along. She no longer yearned for adventure, but longed instead to return to those simple days. She never could, of course. Wilf’s star was fading, but her own was rising. She thought back to the old world of financial hardship: rented flats, being plunged into darkness when the electricity meter ran out, payday loans and minimum wage temp jobs. There would be struggles but there would also be magic. There would be stories by candlelight, cartoons and warm milk before bed in the precious few years before Joshua and Ella became moody teenagers. There would be games in the park. There would be home cooked meals, and there would be telly and Pringles on the sofa on Friday nights. 

There would be family. 

Donna turned to speak to the blonde woman, but the stranger was gone, so she hitched up her wedding dress and hurried over to her husband. 

“Who were you talking to?” he asked.

“A friend,” Donna smiled.

“What’s her name?”

“I can’t remember,” she said. It was strange, the name was on the tip of her tongue, but it had gone. She decided it didn’t matter.

“Give us that lottery ticket, will you?” Donna asked. (She had entrusted it into Shaun’s safe keeping. There were still no pockets in wedding dresses.)

“Why, you got a good feeling about it?” he asked, taking it from his pocket and handing it to his bride.

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, I have,” said Donna Temple-Noble as she tore up the ticket, and a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

#doctor who lockdown #doctor who #fanfic

[omgyouatetheprincess]

Janus’ Playlist

AHH JANUS' PLAYLIST LETS GOO

Not that anyone asked for my opinions

Okay so I'd like to start by saying that Thomas, Joan and Talyn did an amazing job on this playlist because every song fits Janus so perfectly.

Here are some of my thoughts on the songs and some interpretations I came up with or found on the internet.

Trigger Warnings - abortion. Mocking of religion.

Black Hole Sun - okay at first I was like 'wow this is really smooth and nice and the vocals are so sweet.' Then I heard the lyrics. "In disguises no one knows,

Hides the face, lies the snake". It's such a Deceit song and I imagine him dancing to it (with or without a partner).

Black Hole Sun by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox, Haley Reinhart

It Seemed That Better Way - holy heck, can I point out that this song is such a bop? Leonard Cohen has such a soothing voice and it reminds me of Patrick Page (aha Hadestown) and if Janus wasn't played by Thomas, I could imagine this as his voice. The song is about not knowing what the truth is and what to believe, and has religious meanings which could be countering Patton and his Catholic beliefs.

It Seemed The Better Way by Leonard Cohen

Anywhere - I feel like Patton would hate this because the first line is "It's a beautiful world if you've been lied to by parents and priests". Anywhere describes how the world isn't a beautiful as it may seem, and that people lie to make you see it.

Anywhere by The Scarring Party

Talking At The Same Time - it is immediately dark and that everything seems fake and a... Lie. A lot of Deceit's songs are about the truth or that everything is a lie and I have to give massive kudos to Thomas, Joan and Talyn because they did an excellent job portraying Janus through his music taste. The song describes how everyone talks at the same time, and what I interpret that as is that everyone says the same thing over and over. It's hard to explain so I'll let you make your own interpretations of it.

Talking At The Same Time by Tom Waits

all the good girls go to hell - I'm not going to lie (ha) but I don't like Billie Eyelash, but I'll see past the artist. My first thought when I saw the song without hearing it is that it's a good choice and Janus probably loves Billie Eilish. Spotify has meanings of songs so I'm going to go off there: "This song is in the perspective of the Devil / no matter how good you are, desperate measures will eventually break you / turn you into bad." I feel like Deceit would sing this around the house. This song is twisting Christian symbolism and the lyrics can be interpreted as Eilish praising people who go to hell as it's better than being morally good. (Also, just switch Peter with Patton)

all the bad girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

Denial - KDJIEKAKSNDENIAL? In Putting Others First, Janus is referred to as Denial and now this song? Everyone start clapping for Thomas and his team. Anyway, the song discusses themes of conflict within a relationship, and the denial and insecurity of being in a relationship near it’s end (source: Genius). Also, Roceit vibes?

Denial by The Vaccines

Trust In Me - first of all, heck yeah! I predicted this song to be on his playlist because it's a slimy snake song from Disney? Hello this is Thomas? I think it's a great song and Johansson's voice is angelic. Kaa is manipulating and hypnotizing Mowgli, and if Deceit could do the same you can bet your bottom dollar he would sing this. We love our not-evil snake boi.

Trust In Me by Scarlett Johansson

Razzle Dazzle - Janus singing this with Roman? Yes please? Okay so I get that this is a villian song, and I love that, but imagine Deceit in a shiny sequenced dress? I also haven't seen Chicago yet so I'm going off what I've heard - this song describes how it is too easy to put on a show and make the audience happy. Basically, acting is just professional lying. The line "Though you are stiffer than a girder they'll let you get away with murder" is so clever (no spoilers but he had it coming)

Razzle Dazzle by Richard Gere

[SLIGHT HADESTOWN SPOILERS]

When The Chips Are Down - I hecking love Hadestown so you can bet I squealed when I saw this song. This song is sung by the fates, who are portrayed at untrustworthy. The title of this song is derived from the idiom “when the chips are down”, meaning “when a very serious and difficult situation arises”. Eurydice is in potentially one of the most serious and difficult situations she could be in: her life is at stake. After Hades invites Eurydice to come with him to Hadestown, the Fates appear and encourage her to consider his offer. They tell her that she should look after herself now that she is starving and the “chips are down”. (Source: Genius). In my own words, the fates are convincing (or manipulating if you will) a poor helpless girl to put herself first and save herself. It also mentions how if you be good to get into heaven,you get a knife in the back.

Go listen to Hadestown, it's an incredible soundtrack.

When The Chips Are Down by Anaïs Mitchell, The Haden Triplets

[TW! Abortion]

Mandy Goes to Med School - okay so this song is about abortion, so we'll have to go off context. Mandy (or Amanda Palmer) has to pay for Medical School by giving abortions in an alleyway with a coat hanger, so I interpret this as having to do shady stuff to get what you want. I think him and Remus would enjoy this song together. I'd also like to note that Logan had a song by Amanda Palmer in his playlist... That isn't relevant but I wanted to note that.

Mandy Goes to Med School by The Dresden Dolls

I Put A Spell On You - 50SOG vibes? I really like this song, it has a nice rhythm and the lyrics are so creepy. This gives me vibes of Deceit cornering/pining another side/love interest because if our baby boy wants to be happy, he should. This is similar to Trust In Me because it talks about enchanting someone to get what you want. "I don't care if you don't want me, I'm yours right now." Chills. Janus singing this song would complete my life.

Also the singer calls the love interest daddy but we ain't shaming

I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone

Evil Night Together - well the title has evil in it so... Perfect for our Evil Snake Boi. This song gives me huge Demus/Receit vibes because it's basically like "let's go on a date in the creepiest place."

What if we drank a drink in the torture chambers... Haha jk ...unless 🥺

Evil Night Together by Jill Tracy

Don't Tell Mama - another musical song? Roman would be impressed. This song is about an English singer, who's mother thinks she's in a convent (a nun), when really she's in a German s3x club. You can really tell why it would be so bad if her secret got out.

Don't Tell Mama by John Kander, Joel Grey, Jill Hawarth, Cabaret Ensemble, Harold Hastings

You're A Cad - definition of a cad: a man who behaves dishonourably, especially towards a woman... This song has a nice beat and gives me TikTok vibes, but it also gives me Moceit vibes (I say vibes too much) because the singer is saying "you're a villain, a cad, a rascal... But I'm like a fish on a hook for you and I still want you." Also, she has a sweet tooth?

You're A Cad by the bird and the bee

As Far As I Can See - all aboard the angst train, CHOO-CHOO "As far as I can see, nobody loves me. As far as I can tell, nobody loves you either" this song gives me such Roceit vibes because the meaning is pretty simple: if nobody loves Janus, then he'll take everyone down with him. I knew there would be that one song that tries to make me cry for our poor baby.

As Far As I Can See by Phantogram

Criminal - first of all, the cover is beautiful. Apple describes the song as “a description of feeling bad for getting something so easily by using your sexuality.” She also told in an interview: "One of my friends said to me, “Oh yeah, of course you aren’t writing.” So I was like, “The next time you see me, I’m gonna have a new song.” I wrote “Criminal” in 45 minutes when everyone else went to lunch because I had to have a hit. I can force myself to do the work, but only if someone is right up behind me." Which is the level of pettiness I see in Deceit and I am here for it. The context of the song is seduction and manipulation, so Janus using his sexuality to manipulate the other Sides is a cursed thought.

Criminal by Fiona Apple

Change - if any of them listened to Lana Del Rey, I sort of expected it to be Virgil. Change shows how Del Rey has matured, and I feel like it also portrays Janus' ability to adapt. "Change is a powerful thing... I'll be able to be honest..." Does this mean he's trying to change? Will we get more character development? LIGHT SIDE JANUS?

Change by Lana Del Rey

Devil In The Details - this song is about trusting the wrong person and taking advantage of something. "I am the first one I deceive if I can make myself believe the rest is easy.". More angst, yay.

Devil In The Details by Bright Eyes

Come Little Children - if you had a My Little Pony phase, you probably know this song. Come Little Children, also known as "Sarah's Theme" and "Garden of Magic," is a song sung by Sarah Sanderson in the film, Hocus Pocus to hypnotize children to lure them. Manipulation: a common theme.

Come Little Children by Erutan

Into The Unknown - I was really shocked to see this song until I realized, no, it wasn't the same iconic theme from Frozen 2. This short song is from Over The Garden Wall, a show Thomas watches but I have not. "If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?" The show plays heavily on the battle between dreams and reality (source: Genius). The way I see this, Janus is convincing the Light Sides to do something, or specifically Roman to make his dreams come true through selfish means.

Into The Unknown by The Blasting Company

This playlist is one of the best because every song had me saying “Janus would so sing this". If you have any thoughts, feel free to comment!

As always, take it easy guys gals and non-binary pals peace out

#janus sanders #side tracks #spotify #playlist #deceit #thomas sanders #sanders sides #snake #black hole sun #it seemed the better way #talking at the same time #all the good girls go to hell #billie eilish #denial #trust in me #disney #razzle dazzle #chicago #musical #hadestown #when the chips are down #mandy goes to med school #i put a spell on you #don't tell mama #cabaret #you're a cad #criminal #dukeceit #moceit #roceit

[pbandjesse]

I keep gagging. Why. Ugh. Today was a really good day and i dont like feeling bad at the end of it!

I woke up around 7:30. My alarm clock scared me but it's okay. I got dressed and I felt pretty good. I said sweet pea and got him in his carrier. I decided to leave a little bit early just in case since I was going somewhere I didn't know very well. I walk to the bus stop and I went to wait for the purple. To Silver's in a green went past. And that's when Google decided to update that I should have taken this over. And then nothing came for 20 minutes. I was going to be late to this appointment and I was so upset. Sweet Pea was crying and everything was the worst. Finally a bus came right on time. It was the latest one I could have taken but I only got there a couple minutes late. I called and they were okay with it. I still felt stupid. I hate being late.

But we talked to the vet and they were really nice. Got off sweetpeas information and and they said it's the same allergy he had before. He's going to be on steroids for a couple weeks before he can get any vaccines or anything. Get this lip all healed up. But he did a really good job. I have very good cat.

We got some compliments on his wheelie bag carrier on my way out. Everyone know where I bought it. And then we walk down the street. Stop at CVS to get a couple things and then waited for the bus which was much more on time this go around.

I got back to my neighborhood and stop at the grocery store. Sweet Pea still strapped on my back. And then back to the apartment. I have a snack and did some cleaning. Worked on some stuff. But soon enough it was time to go again. I loaded up the tooth sculpture and the fan for the BMI and walked to the dentist office. I almost dropped everything but it all was fine. The dentist loves the tooth and they posted all over social media. So that was really cool.

I went down to the Harbour next. James is having his lunch out on the pier so I sat with him for a little bit and then said goodbye and biked up to the museum.

I got there and got the fan setup. I had to duct tape the bottom of it so that it wouldn't fall off the base. But I think everyone is just going to be glad to have a little bit of air flow. I got a whole bunch of compliments on my outfit today. Including from a toddler who said that my outfit was very cute. Made me smile. And soon enough we were leaving for our field trip.

We went to the Lillie Carroll Jackson Civil Rights Museum. And it was fabulous. We had a 2 hour guided tour with the seven of us. First one we got there there was a sculpture outside. I had never been to Eutaw place before and I'm kind of obsessed. Thus Francis Scott Key sculpture blew me away. Just the mixed colors in metals and materials was incredible. I wish the fountain part was still working because it was so cool.

The Museum of strange. Not in the inside but on the outside because there's no sign. Just a little plaque. I wasn't even sure we were in the right place but it turns out it's the woman's home. And Morgan State University helped redo the museum in 2016. And it's gorgeous. Everything was set up so well. And I knew my mom would absolutely die she would love it so much. So I spent pretty much the whole 2 hours taking pictures of every single piece of signage they had so that I could send them to my mom and she can kind of get a virtual tour. I was able to talk to the story I didn't tell her what my mom does for the Bucks County African American Arts Council and then at the end of the tour we walked in her room and the picture of the woman on the wall look exactly like my mom. Maybe not exactly but I I was taken aback when I saw it. I sent it to my mom right away and she agreed. And then the door guide agreed as well and wants my mom to come be a re-enactor. So that was very funny. I definitely gave them the information for the group my mom works with and my mom's going to try to track them down on Facebook so that was really cool. But honestly today was just really moving in the museum was beautiful and the tour was amazing. I'm really glad I got to go. It was really important for me to be there. I learned a lot.

We left there and Mike gave me another woman to ride back to the museum. It probably should have checked where the museum was that we visited today before I was in the car because it was literally four blocks from my apartment. So I went a mile and a half away to the museum to go right back to my apartment in the back again but it all worked out because I wanted to go to the dollar store anyway.

Once we got back to the BMI I got my bike and went over to the dollar store. I got things for the party on Saturday and then I went back down to the harbor to meet up with James. But I was feeling some sick all of a sudden and he wanted me to wait an hour until he was done but I just wanted to go home and I had to stop at the art store and it was a whole thing. He teased me but I kind of got some kind of feeling about it. Not that anything he did it's just kind of my own issue. So I went home.

I stopped at the art store for a minute to get black spray paint to fix the white trunk I found yesterday. And once I got back here I cooled off and felt a little bit better. James came and helped me take the trash out and then I was going to go with him to his apartment because the bras I bought have been delivered there.

But of course it started to absolutely poor once we left the house. Like awful sideways giant drops of rain. And of course it only rained for the 15 minutes it took to walk from my apartment to his apartment. We both got soaked. It was awful. But we got inside and we heated up some food. And I think it helped both of us feel a little bit less horrible.

I hung out until 9. Some of his D&D people came over for half group game. And Lane was there and so I could give her her new Shelby. She named them raspberry. And just the joy she was having playing with it was so sweet. I'm really glad I got to be there for it. And it turned out that the other guy in the group's girlfriend, who was there, also has Shelby's and Furbies. She's not into the community. But she has them for when she was a kid and they all still work. She was very funny. I think neither of us knew what to do with information of talking to someone who also knows about this stuff so that was a little bizarre but it was cool.

But my phone was dying and I wanted to get home before it was too dark. So I left and walk back here.

I got a shower and I put away the new bras and stuff. I started packing a bag for tomorrow because we're going to go to Beaver Dam to swim. And now I'm just chilling in bed with sleepy. It was chewing on my blankets. Like a monster. I think I'm going to go get something to snack on because I'm having like acid reflux or something. I don't know. I might just go to sleep. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. We may or may not be going with James's sister or some friends or something. But either way I'm looking forward to a nice day. Hope you all have a great night. Sleep well.

#ootd #project #museum #art #good day #feild trip #thursday #sculpture #flowers #weird dog #cat

[ecofinisher]

The Adventures of Super Nathan 2 - Chap. 23

Chapter 23

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18224606/chapters/47875147

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13243294/23/Miraculous-The-Adventures-of-Super-Nathan-2

https://www.wattpad.com/770722991-miraculous-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-2

Back to school at the start of the week, the class of Miss Bustier had drawing lessons and the teacher of the art class sat on his desk working on his computer on a document, while the students worked on a large A3 sheet sketching down a name on the white background with a pencil.

“Nath you have to check my drawing,” Alix said lifting up her sheet to his deskmate, which took a look at it and nodded impressed at the sketch. “Now I need to put this on a wall somewhere in Paris”

“Well, then you won’t need to put your signature beside it” Nathaniel mentioned making Alix chuckle.

“How’s yours?” Questioned the pink-haired girl watching her friend lift up the paper to show him a font very similar to the Lobster 1.4.

“I’m nearly done” The redhead noted making the girl nod.

“It looks also great Nathaniel,” Alix said continuing with her drawing. Behind the two sat Lila Rossi sharing her table with her best friend Kagami both working on their projects. Kagami was focused on her drawing while Lila was more dreamy than concentrated on her drawing and humming at the same time.

“You’re very happy today, did I miss something?” The Japanese girl asked, making Lila sigh lovely. “Hey Princess, the real world needs you”

“Oh uh, what?” Lila asked shaking her head, as she had been lost in her thoughts and gazed at her friend. “Did you ask me something?”

“You look so happy today, than usual and was just asking you about it”

“Oh well, I don’t know. I had started drawing this and I’ve got lost in my fantasies”

“What fantasies?” Asked Kagami checking her drawing to see Lila hadn’t written her real family name behind her first name. “Really? Why did you write Kurtzberg on it?”

“Because that’s my name…..at least in the future at some point”

“You know this is going to be appraised and we also have in the final exams to draw or sketch something too and it has to be serious!” The blue-haired girl warned, earning a nod from the brunette.

“I know, but this is just practice. There are more things in the future we’re going to do here and most of them sure will be taken seriously by me” Lila said with a wink, making Kagami shake her head joyfully by her friend’s chill about the exams. “Remember, what I said last year to you. You gotta relax a bit more. You deserve it after the hard-working for your grades”

“I know and I’m trying my best”

“Sure I believe you. By the way, you don’t try, you just do it”

“Good girl,” Lila said and dropped her orange pencil aside, then looked at her friend’s artwork. “Love the color combination”

“Thanks,” Kagami said looking at Lila’s work, which had used the red and red-purple color for her name and around the name she had a few small hearts drawing around. “Wow”

“Well the hearts look awful I know, but the name is better. I mean I worked hard on it, so it’s good, that it looks greater”

“Students, it will ring in a few minutes. Don’t forget to sign on the right corner your name and hand them out to me, so I can evaluate them.” The teacher announced at the class, then a few of the classmates got up picking up their sheets to hand it out to their teacher.

“The N’s look awful as a music note, but I hope that will be good enough for at least a 5,” Nino said looking at his blonde friend, which also got up from the chair.

“I find yours better than mine. Mine looks just like a simple one”

“But yours still better looking than mine” Nino droned dropping the sheet followed by his best buddy on the table.

“Don’t worry you did good,” Adrien said walking along with the boy out of the classroom.

Alya walked to the desk, then waited for her best friend to arrive, which was carrying her bag on her other free hand.

“Eventually we’re going to be workpals in the future working for my parents, depending on what the job inspection responds to my dad.”

“You sure you can handle the stress inside the bakery?” Questioned Alya dropping her sheet on the desk.

“Sure, I’m used to helping my parents, whenever they need, the difference is now I’ll do it professionally”

“No but with Luka around. Won’t you get distracted by him?”

“No of course not. We will be very focused in our work, if there’s not a lot going on, he might like to do a little flirt or something, but he wouldn’t waste an opportunity like this one and not do, what he’s supposed to do you know” “Okay and are you after the course trying to get into the HES?”

“Year or maybe a year later, so I can have more time to study for the entrance examinations”

“Don’t worry you can do it, Marinette” Alya assured earning a nod from her best friend.

“If you and Myléne can do it, so can I!”

“That’s the spirit, girl” Alya cheered patting her friend on the shoulder, then they made their way out of the classroom and at the door they met the boy, that had been akumatized last week into Naughty Boy.

“Hey Marc, how are you?” Questioned Marinette. “I have heard about last week, what happened. You’re better now?”

“Yes, I’m better now” Wailed Marc feeling uneasy about, what happened the other day. “I came here to talk with the others. To apologize”

“I think it’s fine, it happened,” Marinette said earning a nod from Marc, which walked beside the two girls entering the classroom to catch Alix give up her drawing, while behind her stood the rest of the friends standing in a queue to give up their works.

“Is that the boy, who was akumatized the other day?” Kagami whispered into her ear, which nodded.

“Uhm….you’re Lila, right?” Asked Marc a little insecure earning a nod from the brunette.

“Yes, I am” Responded Lila. “Nathaniel mentioned you a few times”

“Really?” Asked Marc surprised. “….Is that good?”

“He told me you write a lot of stories and you helped him out sometimes with his plots”

“Oh yes I actually did” Marc admitted, then looked at the other students around him. “Lila or I want everyone to listen to me.”

“Sure, we’re all ears,” Alix said looking along with Nathaniel at the raven-haired boy, which got a little nervous.

“I’m sorry about how I acted last Friday in front of all of you.” Marc apologized. “I shouldn’t have got angry about you dating Nathaniel or call you a liar, without having meet you in person”

“You’ve made a mistake and that’s okay, cause it happens to everyone.”

“So…..I...I’m forgiven?”

“Of course” Responded Lila patting the boy on his arm. “I forgive you”

“And I’m sorry, that I behaved like a jerk in front of you all, including you Nathaniel” The boy apologized. “I should have just stopped as I was starting to exaggerate”

“I accept your apology. And sorry if I won’t ever reciprocate your feelings back and that I wasn’t aware of it earlier or could start something with it. Or you know what I mean”

“It’s great, that you’re all now friends again,” The teacher said watching the students smile at him, afterward all looked back at each other.

“This deserves to be celebrated” Rose suggested excited earning a nod from Juleka, which had agreed with her girlfriend’s idea.

“Well, I like the idea” Lila Rossi admitted, then Alix waved her arm at the students to follow her out of the classroom.

On the other side of Paris, where the orphanage was, which had been visited once by the superheroes a few children were in their bedrooms sitting on their bed watching a brunette boy holding in his arms a black-colored puppy.

“You gave out all your money to buy for us all a puppy? A raven-haired girl asked glancing at the boy.

“Yeah, isn’t he cute?” The boy asked placing the dog on the ground, which with a wagging tail and excited face moved forwards at the kids to sniff them out to get to know them.

“Kevin, you should have asked Madame Livre about it, what if she gets angry at you?”

“But she said as long as we use our own money to buy for us something, she’s okay with it” Kevin assured then the puppy went back to Kevin while wagging his tail, making Kevin smile and pet the dog on the head.

“Where did you actually buy that dog?” Questioned a raven-haired boy. “Aren’t Labradors expensive?”

“The seller offered, that I could pay 500 euros instead of 900 if we took care of his vaccinations, his identity chip, and other things. He listed them up to me” The boy said taking a folded sheet off his pocket, opening up to show the many things, they had to take care.

“That’s a lot, Kevin,” A tall girl said grabbing the sheet to take a look. “The dog also needs to be reported to the local community, you need to request a liability insurance, a front yard should be preferable for him and eventually do a schooling as the owner along with the dog if they never owned one before...Kevin do you know, how much money this is going to cost?”

“You should have asked Madame about it. I don’t think she’s gonna keep this dog”

“But I can’t give him back now.” Kevin said looking down sad at the puppy, which sank his floppy ears down, then licked Kevin on his hand trying to cheer him up.

“You better find a way to give him our or Madame Livre…”

“What is Madame Livre?” A voice asked shrieking a few kids, which saw the kids in the room and Kevin with the dog. “Whose dog is that?” Asked the woman and the puppy ran at the woman wagging his tail hastily and sniffing the legs of the woman.

“I’ve bought the puppy with my own money Madame Livre” Kevin said looking at their caretaker. “I got him for 500 euros only without his vaccinations. We would need to pay it for ourselves instead.”

“I find it was great from you, that you wanted to give this puppy a new home, but you should have asked me for permission and we all could have decided and eventually pick one”

“But these dogs are very good and playfully. He would for sure make all of us happy, Madame Livre” Kevin said hugging the puppy.

“I know, but when he gets older he will need more space inside the building and our place is not adequate for him to stay here along with us all. He also needs a bigger outlet for himself and for his stuff and toys”

“Maybe we could look around the house for something we don’t need and sell it?” Suggested Kevin. “So we had more space for him”

“Kevin I’m sorry, but we can’t keep a dog, that gets that big.”

“But…...alright,” Kevin said sinking his head down.

“Have you got a leash or something, so we can let him walk the way up back to his previous home?” Questioned the woman earning a nod from the boy, which took from his other pocket out a green-colored leash and put it on the ring at the dog’s collar, then the labrador spun around while hoping in excitement, making Kevin start to sob.

“I’m gonna miss him,” Kevin said, then Madame Livre patted the boy on the back.

“I know, but it’s the best for all of us”

“Don’t worry Kevin, we’re going to have another chance and get one someday, for real” The raven-haired girl promised the boy, which had walked out with the woman and the dog at the corridor, then walked the stairs down. Kevin had stopped along with the dog on the stairs, watching the woman walk down, then from up the corridor from a bedroom a black-colored butterfly appeared flying towards the stairs, where Kevin stood with his puppy and Kevin took the puppy in his arms to give him a hug, while on his face tears started to run his face down, making the down drop his ear in sadness and wag with his tail slowly, afterward he gave the boy a lick on his face to cheer him up, but the brunette still was sad. After that the akuma approached the two, which was noted by the puppy, which started to bark at the flatter creature and it passed beside the puppy, which tried to catch the animal by snapping with his snout, but he failed and the akuma landed on the leash of the dog, causing on the dog and the boy a purple neon light show up over their noses.

“Furrytail, I’m Monarch. You wanted to keep this beautiful creature with you along with some of your friends. I can help you to make this wish true and much more.”

“Can I help other animals too?” Kevin asked.

“Sure. You can save them and when you win their loyalty, they can help you”

“That’s fantastic”

“I’m glad you like it. In exchange, I’d like to have the miraculouses of the superheroes, preferable the ones from Lady Red and Cat Noir, but that topic we’ll discuss later when you meet them”

“Alright Monarch, this is going to be fan….No! Fur-tastic,” Kevin said with a chuckle, while the dog grinned with his puppy teeth.

“Please don’t do that”

“Don’t worry, we won’t let you down” Kevin promised disappearing along with the puppy into a dark cloud, which emerged together and turned into a werewolf-like creature with black fur and three, fuzzy tails. The mystical creature held on his front paw the leash, which was now a lash and he used it as a lasso and threw it up at the railing on the end of the opening, where the hole for the stairs was and he swung down at the entrance hall, where Madame Livre stood picking her keys from a furniture next to the entrance and got fright as she saw the creature land in front of her and kick the door with his hind legs.

“K….Kevin?” Asked Madame Livre shivering from the creature, which was now taller than her. The creature glanced at the woman, then ran out on his four leaving the woman alone, which swallowed hard as she watched the animal ran the streets along, heading to the main street.

#mlb #miraculous #miraculousladybug #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #ao3 #lilarossi #Kagami Tsurugi #nathanael kurtberg #alix kubdel #adrienagreste #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire

[defges]

I’m not near as stubborn

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[nadinenthesun]

Hope Wears Red Lipstick

Looking at my new liquid blush from NYX I was suddenly but briefly overcome with a longing to put on a full face of make up. I miss my morning routine. And then my inner Church Lady woke up and said "TSK TSK, how shallow you are, wanting make up when your husband is struggling to get better, what kind of person are you?". OUCH.

But wait a minute Church Lady. That's a good question, what kind of person am I to think such a thing at such a time?

8 days ago my husband tested positive for Covid-19. It's been a roller-coaster ride ever since. The first thing we did when we got home was get him set up in his new home, the bedroom, and me in mine, the living room. We had been through this before when I had it. I filled the spritzer bottles with a 70/30 mixture of 99% alcohol and water for us to use on all surfaces we, especially him, touch. I pulled clothes and bed fixings for myself out and into the other part of our 2 bedroom apt. (Our extra bedroom is occupied by my son who moved back home at the beginning of the outbreak last year). And we waited.

We didn't have to wait long. Average flu symptoms turned within a day or two into low oxygen levels, lack of taste and smell, dehydration, rapid pulse etc etc. Life had begun to revolve around Covid. What is it doing, is it serious, what can we do about it? Monitoring, meals, medicine. Monitoring, meals, medicine. Oh and cleaning. Cleaning and sanitizing. Work, errands as necessary and back to monitoring, meals and medicine, all while constantly staving off fear and doom and worst case scenarios from strangling me alive. The last trip to the ER finally seemed to help. I'm cautiously optimistic. And that's the woman who suddenly saw her make up this morning and thought "I miss that".

Yesterday, my husband joked around for the first time in a week. Him asking "What's for dinner?" was a victory. The medicine from that ER visit seems to be giving him an advantage, at long last. God knows we've thrown everything we have at home at this virus; vitamins, herbs, homemade teas, medicine, hourly breathing and physical regimens and of course lots and lots of talking to our Higher Power. Covid just gave us the middle finger and said "I DO WHAT I WANT!!". To finally gain even an inch of ground is a huge victory. We both feel like we can breathe just a little. For my husband, that's literal.

I'm reminded there is almost always a thought behind the thought when my inner shitty committee drops one of their thought bombs. "What kind of person thinks that at a time like this?" indeed. All right Church Lady in my brain. Here's your answer.

I wasn't really missing make up, I was missing fighting with my husband for counter space in the mornings now that we share a bathroom again. I was missing dinners together, hugs and evening Netflix and chill time. I was missing things I didn't even know I took for granted a mere 9 days ago.

That's the woman who stood there at her bathroom counter thinking "I miss my make up" with her sick (but getting better) husband in the other room just waking up. A woman, with hope prying open the window just a wee bit and making room for a thought that wasn't Covid related, allowing herself the slight luxury of wanting normalcy again now that it seems within reach, now that it looks like her loved one is most likely headed for the finish line with this horrible asshole virus. The makeup was just symbolic.

Last night, my hubby called me into the bedroom because he needed to tell me something. With tears in his eyes he said he doesn't know what he would've done without me. That I am amazing and that he's sorry he didn't listen about vaccination before when I tried to get him to consider the possibility that he could actually get sick like other people, regardless of his inner conviction that he was somehow immune to it. That he loves me very much and doesn't tell me enough.

THAT'S the voice that matters. Not the inner Church Lady that perks up when she thinks she can nail me on some moral failing and definitely not the voices of anyone in our lives who judged, criticized or sneered at us from the cheap seats during this time, because there were some that did.

Nope, the voice that matters is his and mine to him, letting him know I too came to a deeper understanding of all he means to me this last week as well. The other voices that matter are our friends and family who pulled with us to get to the other side. Who showered us with love, encouragement, wisdom, useful information and support. And that Inner Voice that doesn't come from my twisted brain but from Something Deeper. The One that Guides and has our best at heart. That loves us in all our humanness.

I am cautiously hopeful today. I know, from watching this virus work, we can't turn our back on it. We can't let up yet. But we both feel we are gaining an advantage at long last. We understand it could turn but right now, we are headed in the right direction. We can afford to laugh a little, joke a little, think a few frivolous thoughts. I may even put on a little lipstick today. Something hot, red, and sinful. Something a Church Lady could really appreciate.

Love you Skye Guy. Can't wait to plant these red lips on you in celebration of your full recovery. Got your vaccination appointment already scheduled. ;)

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[orbemnews]

How Rhode Island Fell to the Coronavirus PROVIDENCE, R.I. — The numbers began ticking up in September. After a quiet summer, doctors at Rhode Island Hospital began seeing one or two patients with Covid-19 on each shift — and soon three. Then four. Cases climbed steadily until early December, when Rhode Island earned the dubious distinction of having more cases and deaths per 100,000 people than any other state in the country. The case rate still puts it among the top five states. Where did this tightly knit state go wrong? Former Gov. Gina Raimondo’s “pauses” on economic activity were short-lived and partial, leaving open indoor dining, shopping malls and bowling alleys. But the shutdowns were no patchier than those in many other states. Until late summer, she was lauded for reining in the virus. Even now, few residents blame her for the bleak numbers. (Ms. Raimondo was sworn in as the secretary of commerce on Wednesday night.) Experts point instead to myriad other factors, all of which have played out elsewhere in the country but converged into a bigger crisis here. The fall chill sent people indoors, where risk from the virus is highest, and the holidays brought people together. Rhode Island is tiny — you can traverse it in 45 minutes. But crammed into that smallish area are a million people, for a population density second only to that of New Jersey. If everyone in the world is connected by six degrees of separation, Rhode Islanders seem to be connected by maybe two. Central Falls, the epicenter of Rhode Island’s epidemic, has a density of 16,000 people per square mile, almost twice that of Providence. “Just imagine, 16,000 people per square mile — I mean, that’s amazing,” said Dr. Pablo Rodriguez, a member of the government committee that guides Covid vaccine distribution in Rhode Island. “It doesn’t take much for the spark to create an outbreak.” Apart from its density, Rhode Island has a high percentage of elderly residents in nursing homes, accounting for the bulk of deaths. Packed into the state are multiple urban areas — Central Falls, Pawtucket, Providence — where language barriers, mistrust and jobs have left immigrant families in multigenerational homes particularly vulnerable. The state is also home to multiple colleges that set off chains of infection in the early fall. For months, the hospitals in Rhode Island were understaffed and overwhelmed. Doctors and nurses were trying to cope with rising caseloads, often without the protective equipment they needed, with constantly shifting guidelines and with their own resilience stretched to the limit. Dr. Megan Ranney, a researcher and public health advocate, is also an emergency room physician at Rhode Island Hospital who has witnessed the full scope of the state’s crisis firsthand. What she saw unfold over a single shift offers a window into what happened. Plowing Through It One day in late December, as the crisis reached new heights, Dr. Ranney girded for a long eight-hour shift. The sores behind her ears, where her glasses and the straps of the N95 and surgical masks dug in, still had not healed. But how could she complain, Dr. Ranney said, when her medical residents “eat, sleep, breathe Covid” five days a week? The patients had it worse, she knew. Anxious and isolated, they became even more discomfited by the masked and unrecognizable doctors and nurses rushing around them. During Dr. Ranney’s shift the prior week, she had seen a broad spectrum: elderly people on a downward spiral, otherwise healthy young Latino men, Cape Verdean immigrants with limited English comprehension. These demographics are partly what made Rhode Island particularly susceptible, said Dr. Ashish Jha, dean of the School of Public Health at Brown University in Providence: “Certainly in New England, it is the poorest state — so a lot of poverty, and a lot of multigenerational poverty.” As in most of the country, the Latino community has borne the brunt of the epidemic. In Rhode Island, Latinos have 6.7 times the risk for hospitalization and 2.5 times the risk of death, compared with white people. In the days before her shift, Dr. Ranney had been working in a part of the hospital intended to deal with non-Covid cases. But even people with other ailments, like ankle fractures, turned out to be positive for the virus, she found. “I never know from day to day how bad the surge will be,” she said. “I’ve just got to plow through it.” It turned out to be an extraordinarily busy day. “The E.R. is full, the hospital is full, the intensive care unit is full,” Dr. Ranney said. “All of our units are moving as quickly as they can, but the patients keep coming in.” Every time she took off masks during a shift, she ran the risk of contaminating herself. She had had four cups of coffee before this shift, and nothing since. The average age of the patients that night was about 70. One elderly woman who had trouble breathing could not isolate because she lived with her children and grandchildren. At any rate, she arrived at the hospital 10 days into her illness, too late for isolation to matter. Updated  March 5, 2021, 5:03 a.m. ET Rhode Island’s epidemic has been disastrous for immigrant families in multigenerational households. “How do you isolate from someone when you have one bathroom?” Dr. Ranney said. It’s a problem throughout this diverse state. When Djini Tavares, 60, became infected in July, she was prepared to spend about $120 a night at a hotel — a sum many in her Cape Verdean community cannot afford — to isolate from her vulnerable 86-year-old father. Even before the pandemic, Ms. Tavares was fastidious about hygiene, keeping mounds of wipes and cleaning supplies in the house at all times. She could not imagine where she had picked up the virus. The loss of her godmother and a friend to Covid-19 had shaken her. Cape Verdeans are a close-knit community, and not being able to mourn the dead has been painful, Ms. Tavares said: “Culturally, I think it’s causing us to hurt even more.” On her shift, Dr. Ranney encountered Covid-19 patients who had blood clots or heart problems, or who still needed oxygen weeks after their diagnosis. Many patients had been very careful — or said they had — but were infected after a family member brought the virus into the household. The story is told too often in Rhode Island. Abby Burchfield, 58, lost her mother and stepfather to Covid-19 within days of each other at an assisted living center in New Jersey in April. Devastated and afraid, she and her family stayed away from restaurants, washed their hands often, and tried to wear masks everywhere. It wasn’t enough. Ms. Burchfield’s younger daughter, Lily, 21, became infected at her college in Virginia in August and was hospitalized. Then, in late October, her husband, Jimmy, 58, caught the virus from a co-worker who was infected but did not wear a mask. Despite Ms. Burchfield’s best efforts she, too, was infected. She was hospitalized after she collapsed suddenly in the family kitchen. She recovered, but her husband, who was also admitted to the hospital, still has no taste, a limited sense of smell, and continuing fatigue. “My biggest fear right now is protecting my older daughter,” Ms. Burchfield said. Workplace exposures have especially hurt the Latino and Cape Verdean community, many of whom hold jobs that cannot be done from home. But in state surveys, it also became obvious that people still were holding get-togethers of 15 to 20 people even as the virus spread, said Dr. James McDonald, medical director of the Covid-19 unit at the Rhode Island Department of Health. What You Need to Know About the Vaccine Rollout “People weren’t willing to live differently during the pandemic,” he said. Dr. Ranney said there were several such cases in the emergency room that night. “It’s frustrating to see patients come in from car crashes when they were not wearing a seatbelt, or to see patients with a firearm injury because the firearm wasn’t stored safely,” she said. “It’s like that to see folks with Covid.” The Masks ‘Were Disgusting’ Some nights in emergency medicine, the diagnoses and treatments are immediately obvious. But on this shift, Dr. Ranney said, “there was very, very little that was straightforward or smooth.” A number of patients with substance abuse problems appeared, as well as people with mental illness who had become a danger to themselves. And “we’re seeing a lot of people who are just lonely,” she said. Dr. Ranney would get a respite, but many medical residents and nurses in Rhode Island were already burning out. Some felt that hospital administrators had not protected them. Early in the pandemic, most health care workers in Rhode Island, as in other parts of the country, did not have N95 masks. The masks are single-use, but when the nurses received an N95 each, they were asked to place them in paper bags at the end of their shift and put them back on again the next day. “They stunk, they were slimy, they were disgusting. They made your face break out,” said a nurse at Rhode Island Hospital, who spoke on condition of anonymity because the hospital had instructed employees not to speak to the news media. If a strap broke, the mask would be returned with new straps stapled on. “The staples would dig into your face,” the nurse said. Many nurses got just 40 hours of sick time a year, which roughly translated to three 12-hour shifts; a fourth day out might earn a reprimand. Because of this, many nurses weren’t tested, and some came to work even when they were sick. At Eleanor Slater Hospital in Cranston, R.I., ill staff members led to an outbreak of at least 29 employees and nine patients. It’s a phenomenon seen in hospitals throughout the United States. The rules for patients don’t always accord with the science, said one nurse at Rhode Island Hospital. At first, the hospital did not allow anybody up from the E.R. until test results were back. But as the first surge ebbed, the rules became lax. Patients were sent up with pending test results, potentially exposing other patients as well as the nurses who cared for them. After treating one such patient, at least nine nurses tested positive for the virus, the nurse said. The policy at most hospitals in Rhode Island now is to have health care workers wear N95 respirators or similar reusable masks at all times, and to test anyone suspected of having Covid-19. But that does not account for patients who might be asymptomatic and who come in for other ailments. Rhode Island has adopted one unusual approach: Officials are distributing vaccines to anyone who will take them in Central Falls, regardless of age. It’s a strategy that few other jurisdictions have tried. “We decided to do that because of the horrific toll of the pandemic in those communities,” said Dr. Rodriguez, the vaccine committee member. Twenty percent of the adult residents have received at least one dose at local clinics, not including those who may have been immunized at work or elsewhere. The state’s plan to immunize those at highest risk by age and geography, he added, “will put out the fire where it is burning the most intensely.” In recent weeks, the number of cases in Rhode Island have fallen, as they have in the rest of the country. And fewer health care workers are getting sick because they have been immunized, so hospital shifts are better than they used to be, Dr. Ranney said. But cases in the state are still the third highest per capita in the country. And doctors are continuing to see patients who have so-called long Covid, she said: “The trouble is that once patients get admitted, they don’t leave.” Source link Orbem News #coronavirus #fell #Island #Rhode

[djerinyes]

Goblin Acquired

As of a week ago, Daejun viewed cats, dogs, and other domestic animals as small, hairy, fat pillows filled with allergens and annoying noises which induced a hypnotic mastery over owners, driving previously level-headed people to find it funny when the beasts so much as stared at a wall for too long. 

He had distant experience with both species. A group of alley cats lived behind the house growing up, but there was never room in the budget for kibble (mother scolded that they didn’t need to feed half the city’s raccoons when they could scarcely feed themselves), so Daehwan and Daeseong’s hopes of luring them over to pet went unfulfilled. Dogs were vividly represented as broad, bulbous-headed animals with crocodile teeth and foamy maws, kept as feral guards to herd, maul, and cripple intruders who foolishly ventured into the mob’s base, kept bloodthirsty by one of his underlings in Ashford River. Certainly, he’d never touched any beast until, prompted by Noah with the hope that it would alleviate the persistent guilt which refused to be shaken away or ignored, he visited a shelter. 

Strategically avoiding the dog area, he made his way into a dingy linoleum-floored square room where rows of cages were stacked full of cats of every shade and size; after careful consideration, he picked a quiet, solid one with a square face and bored expression.

Admittedly, the sensation of dull fur prickling and embedding into his jacket and skin would later lead him to scrub both the cloth and his skin clean, but for the moment, he could stand it. The handler demonstrated how to hold it properly, and after a minute of gentle stroking, it started to purr like a choked old truck, and he nearly dropped it. 

The boys would like this cat. It was ragged enough to resemble a stray, but confident enough to stay still as he held his breath and swirled his fingers through its pelt. It’d be patient through whatever antics they thought of, like prodding its whiskers or dressing it up in ridiculous little scarves and hats. However, Daejun wasn’t so easily charmed. Its little forearms rested on his wrists, back paws dug into his thigh, completely balanced, but somehow he got the impression that it was squishing down into his body, ready to fall off his lap at any moment, like he was holding sentient jello that would drop its shape on a whim and wobble right through his fingers. The whole thing was too unsettling.

However, the tom made a decent first impression, and as he left the shelter catless once more, he found his mood inexplicably improved. He was still guilty, and covered in shed, so he wasn’t setting foot in that building again, but the general concept of having one for himself didn’t seem so laughable. 

He caught himself thinking about how nice it was to hold a living, breathing thing again that evening, and then again in the morning. He absolutely wouldn’t allow some furbeast to go roaming around his clean house. He wouldn’t. But he also couldn’t quite shut down the idea that there might be another option. 

And, according to the internet, there was, in the form of a specially bred hairless cat. Most of the ones he saw were kittens who hadn’t even been weaned, which he didn’t want for the weeks-long wait until adoption was possible, or for the responsibility of raising an infant, so he turned to rescue sites, and found a few older animals who’d been given up by their previous owners. With a simple call to a breeder named Patricia, the matter was settled, and he agreed to purchase a three year old Sphynx. 

Apparently one acquired cats in the same way they did drugs: sitting in the parking lot of a run-down diner, in the car with an ungodly sum of cash, judging each other’s ride (she drove a gleaming grandma-white Nissan of all things), and sizing each other in the time it took to shake hands and exchange greetings. Patricia was a kindly, tall woman with ginger hair, freckles, and a smile that beamed brighter than a naked florescent bulb. Held up to her breastbone was a prune of a creature with gray-blue skin that darkened to black around its points, with a few white spots scattered around its pointed nose and chin. It looked a little shell-shocked from the ride. 

Daejun offered the money, and Patricia pressed the warm, fleshy bundle into his arms so she could count it. This close, he could see her bone-colored canines poking ever so slightly from her lower lip, creating a scraggy, rough sort of air which was at odds with the way she curled up to his chest, unsheathed her claws, and clung with a friendly yet determined manner to his knitted top. She was, as promised, hairless, covered only by a velvety layer of peach fuzz, extensive wrinkles, and a baby pink and white polar fleece sweater. 

Her eyes, the same faded teal as cheap tile lining the pools in seedy motels, were narrowed, gazing up at his face for a split second before lowering to dart left and right as cars passed in the distance. She was skinnier, smaller, and more haggard than the portly tom he’d met earlier that week, steadily nosing into the lapel of his jacket for shelter from the wind-chilled air and vast world. He found himself pressing his hand, a limb which brought destruction, ruin, blood, and death in its grip, over her back to keep her in place. Her spine, cottoned by the fleece, was stiff, about as strong as a pencil, ribs as fragile as shatterglass as little overwhelmed huffs left her. 

She was possibly the tiniest thing he’d ever seen, dropped into his killer palms like bird shit, yet an unfamiliar, sickening sort of fondness unfurled in his gut. She was... endearing. His dead brothers would laugh themselves silly if they saw her coiled in Daejun’s arms, probably complaining that she looked like an uncooked chicken in a dress, but he liked her for himself, and that was enough. 

He tickled her triangular ear. She made no noise, but further gripped him with her dagger-claws, relaxing slightly. Hopefully he wouldn’t hurt her unintentionally by rolling over and squishing her in his sleep (which was less of an issue since she wouldn’t be allowed on his bed), or stepping on one of her eldritch toes with his sharp formal shoes, squeezing her neck too hard, or boiling her in bath water. He needed to be vigilant with her. He needed to protect her, both from himself and any outside force that dared try to touch his gremlin. 

But if she was really going to be his, she’d need better sweaters than polka dotted fleece which clashed with her complexion: cool tones, blacks, deep greens, wine reds, and plums would be the colors of her future! And of course, what was a well-dressed cat without an expensive collar? She’d have one gem-encrusted with pure silver tags before the weekend!

Patricia cleared her throat, pocketing the money, and he shut his mouth, affixing his cracked poker face into place once more, but she stilled looked ready to vomit happiness at the sight. “Alright! Now that payment is out of the way, here’s a folder with some care instructions and pet insurance information. She’s already protected in case you ever need to take her to the vet, and she needs vaccines every year.”

Daejun nodded, paying closer attention than he really needed to as she shuffled a stack of stapled papers. Google had the answers to everything these days, but he still wasn’t willing to risk doing something wrong between now and when he got around to reading a Wikihow article. 

“But she still needs to go to the clinic frequently to have her ears cleaned. She also needs to be bathed once a week with cat or baby shampoo, and her eyes, face, and feet should be done every one or two days. She’s a great little lady! I’m sure you two will get along great!” 

“Thanks.” Surprisingly, he meant it. “Why did her previous owners give her up?” 

Patricia’s legendary grin flickered. “I’m not really supposed to say, but her family got a dog and a baby, and she didn’t get along well with either of them. In fact, she’s shy of most other pets. Is that going to be a problem?” 

The cat sneezed dismissively. “Not at all. She’s the first and only cat I’m taking in.” 

“That’s what I said with my first Sphynx,and now I’m breeding them for a living! They grow on you, that’s for sure!” 

He sat through a neon giggle, lips twitching. 

“So, I just need your signature here,” she said, holding up a clipboard for him to pen it in one-handed. “What’re you going to name her?” 

“Gremory.” After Gormory, a legionnaire, duke, and legendary maiden-magnet demon. “It suits her, don’t you think?” 

“O-oh, that’s... interesting. Definitely not one I’ve heard before.” Patricia blinked, lashes fluttering against her red fringe, avoiding the question. “Right, you’re good to go! I wish you all the luck in the world. If you have any questions, feel free to email or call.” 

As it turned out, Gremory wasn’t the type of animal to cry or scream for attention instead butting his shins with her dusky forehead and begging with her eyes to be held, fed, or played with. She was exceedingly gentle with her talons even when kneading or climbing onto his shoulder, where she’d sit and purr in his ear like Pinocchio’s missing conscience, rat tail flicking against his temple. She seemed to be powered by body heat, leaving his side to explore part of the house, then returning to warm up under his hands or in his lap as he sat as his computer or made phone calls. She wasn’t a bother, as he feared, but a presence to check and focus on when he needed a break. 

The only thing she did wrong was refusing to stay on her cat pillow when it came time to sleep, hopping up with him just as he was settling in, and trying to crawl under the covers. He got up, set her back on her cushion, and laid down once more, but as soon as his back was turned, she was at his side again. Firmly, he placed her down again, sweetening her nest with a soft blanket, and telling her in a stern voice to “Stay.” After all, what was a relationship between cat and person without boundaries? There were certain rules in this house, and he needed to establish some discipline so he wouldn’t become some frivolous cat nanny for the rest of his days. She refused, waiting for him to lay down again before jumping again onto his bed. A glance at the clock told him he’d regret staying awake any longer, so, begrudgingly, he let it happen, and the ridiculous thing nosed into the space between his arm and ribs, curling there in an unobtrusively intrusive way. They’d train tomorrow.

#touchofsolo #demon aquired #solo: demon aquired #// #for once i don't think there's any triggers????? #maybe a little bit of violence mention #tldr; daejun adopts a hairless cat #the way he thinks of her is so mean but it's purely out of love #'well damn i guess i gotta look after this tiny cat with every loving protective bone in my body'

[i-write-stuff-its-ok]

PTA

Summary- Jeremy and Michael are married and have two kids Roux (pronounced Roo) and Miles Jeremy is on the PTA at their school. Jeremy is home sick with the flu and can’t make it to the weekly PTA meeting. Michael volunteers to go for Jeremy despite the fact Jeremy says he wont like it. Michael goes anyway and has to deal with the homophobic and slightly racist suburban soccer moms that make up the PTA.

warnings- mild cursing, homophobic talk and slurs. (nothing too bad though)

word count - 1751

“Oh please Jeremy, I’ll be fine its just one meeting” Michael said confidently. “ I don't know man the moms over there can be, judgey. I don't think you will like it. I’ll just go it will be fine.” Jeremy said. “ No you’re sick and you need to rest. I’ll go to the meeting for you.” Michael reassured him. “ But if you want me to rest who’s gonna watch the kids” Jeremy asked. “ Roux is upstairs playing videogames and Miles is at Will’s house working on their school project. The kids are fine. You just sit here and rest I will go to the meeting and I will take notes for you and fill you in on what you miss ok.” Michael says with a smile. “ Fine.” sighed Jeremy. “ Get some rest. I love you.” said Michael. “ I love you to” Michael kissed Jeremy on the forehead and left.

 Michael parked his car in a parking lot filled with mini vans and walked in to the school gym. In side was a few folding tables pushed together to make one larger table and off to the side where two more tables filled with home made and store bought goodies. Michael quickly saw he was the only dad there. He awkwardly shuffled over to the table of treats and grabbed a cookie. It was disgusting. “ Like the cookies, I made them. Their gluten free you know”. A blonde lady stood behind him with a chilling smile. “ I don't think I’ve seen you around here before. I'm Gale.” she beamed. “ Oh, I'm Michael and I'm filling in for Jeremy for the day, he’s home with the flu.” he said. “Aw the poor dear. How do you know Jeremy are you his brother in law or friend or,” Gale questioned. “ Oh no I'm Jeremy’s husband.” Michael stated with pride. The color in Gales face drained away. “ I see. Well then, lets start this meeting and not waste anymore time. Shall we.” she hissed. She marched over to the table and sat down the rest of the moms followed soon after. “ Good morning ladies. And guest.” Gale said with a glare towards Michael. “Now before we start we have someone ... new with us today.” she said threw gritted teeth. All of the mothers turned to face Michael. “ Please introduce yourself.” Gale stared at him with cold dead eyes. “ Hello my name is Michael and I'm filling in for my husband Jeremy today because he’s home sick.” The room was eerily silent. The mother to his left scooted her chair away from Michael and clung on to a cross neckless she wore. “ Now,” Gale started, “lets-” “Wait umm before we start, where is the bathroom.” Michael interrupted. “ Down the hall and to the left.” Gale said with a fake smile. Michael quickly got up and walked to the restroom.

Once they thought Michael was out of ear shot the chatter begain. “ I always knew something was off about Jeremy , but being gay.” said Gale. “ I would have guessed he was a Liberal or one of those crazy parents who gives his kids vaccines, but never gay. He seemed so normal, well not normal but you know what I mean.” said a redheaded woman. “ I know what you mean Helen.” said Gale. “ I knew he was crazy from the beginning. Even before I knew he was gay. I knew he wasn't right In the head, I mean Jeremy all ready admitted to marrying someone who wasn't white. But now this. Unbelievable!” exclaimed a burnet mother at the end of the table. “ We should have listened to you sooner Lindsey.” stated Helen. The woman clutching on to her cross necklace let go, sat up straight ,and spoke up. “ It’s no wonder poor Roux and Miles are so screwed up.” said Mary.

“Excuse me?” said Michael from the door way. “ What did you just say about my children?” Mary shuttered in fear and grabbed back on to her necklace. “ Y-you heard u-us?” stammered Mary. “ Yes, or at least I think you did so can you please repeat what you just said. Because I think I just heard you insult my kids so can you please repeat your self so I can make sure I'm not going crazy and I really just heard that.” demanded Michael. “ I think you need to calm down.” said Gale. “We don't need any more angry gays.” mumbled Helen to herself. Michael’s eyes widened with anger and he walked over to the tables full of sweets. He then looked her right in the eyes and flipped a 10 x 12 pan of sugar free brownies. “ My brownies!” cried out Helen. “ Fight me Helen.” Michael said with a straight face. Helen shot out from her chair reeling and slammed her fists on the table. “ How dare you!” she screamed. “Helen please! We are civilized people, you do not need to go to violence. We have morals, unlike someone.” Gale said with a sharp glare in Michaels direction. “ Insulting my family, is that what we call morals now?” said Michael sternly. “ No, but following the lords will and not corrupting the minds of young children is.” hissed Lindsey. “ Corrupting? Really?” Michael sarcastically. “ You heard me.” Said Lindsey puffing her chest. “ Just look at Miles. Just the other day he said his favorite color was pink. That's a girl color, and Roux the poor thing. She refuses to wear dresses and skirts and spends all her time talking about zombies and video games. Things are they way they are for boys and girls for a reason and we don't need people like you and Jeremy raising kids incorrectly.” she stated mater of factly. “ Look you can insult me all you want but you do not get to speak about my children or Jeremy like that. Got it.” said Michael his voice low all most a growl.  “ Fine, now lets get on with the meeting ok.” said Gale. Michael walked back to the table and sat down. Mary whispered a prayer as he took his seat next to her. “ Now the first thing we need to discuss is the drama department. The auditions for Romeo and Juliet are coming to a close and the drama teacher is considering having a boy play the role of the nurse. She is receiving complaints from parents, some saying the role should go to a girl and others saying if the kid can play the part he should have it. She would like our opinions on the matter.” Gale read off of a clip board in front of her. “ I think that if the boy can play the role better then a girl he should have it. Who cares if it was written for a girl.” Michael said with a smile. “ Of course you would think that, damn fag.” muttered Helen. “ What was that?” said Michael anger bubbling inside him again. “ You heard what I said. What are you going to do about it?” mocked Helen. “Oh I’ll show you what I'm gonna do bitch!” Michael shouted as he shot out of his seat and flung the papers in front of him at Helen. Soon all the mothers and Michael where standing and shouting at each other papers and baked goods where flying. Gale stood on top of a table and shouted above all the commotion, “ ENOUGH! I SAID ENOUGH!” ,the room fell silent as she continued, “ THIS MEETING IS OFFICALY OVER! AND YOU” , she pointed at Michael, “ I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR DISGUSTING HUSBAND AT ONE OF THESE MEETINGS EVER AGAIN! I REFUSE TO HAVE SUCH LOW LIFE  AND SINFUL PARENTS REPERSENTING US! MEETING ADJOURNED!’ she screeched. The room was quite. “ Well I will see you lovely ladies at parent teacher night. And Gale, your cookies are disgusting.” Michael said with a smile as Gale gasped. He walked out of the room avoiding stepping on the various cakes and cookies on the floor.

“ I’m back!” Michael announced as he walked threw the front door. “ How was it?” asked Jeremy on the couch sniffling. “ Oh it was great!” Michael said beaming. “ Wait, what, really, it went good. N-nothing went wrong.” Jeremy said shocked. “ Yeah it was awesome.” Michael said. “ Wow I'm impressed.” Jeremy looked at Michael. “ What went wrong.” asked Jeremy. Michael glanced to the side  “ Wha- nothing went wrong Jer bear ”  “ Don't Jer bear me. I know your lying, I’ve known you for nineteen years I can tell when your lying Michael.” Jeremy said staring at his husband. “ Michael.” he said sternly. “ Guess who got us banned from the PTA haha ha...” Michael said bashfully. “ Oh my God Michael.” Jeremy said burying his face in to his hands. “ You ok Jeremy, uh Jeremy are you ok? Jer bear? You ok?” Michael asked concerned. Jeremy was quite. “ I'm really sorry. But they where talking bad about the kids, and about you and us being married and then I got all defensive and-” Jeremy erupted in to laughter “ Jeremy?” “ H-Holy shit dude! hahaha You- you actually got us banned! hahahahahaha Oh my god! You fought the soccer moms! ahahahahahaha this is too funny!” laughed Jeremy.  “So your not mad?” asked Michael. “ No I'm not mad this is hilarious dude. I cant believe this. Dude you got-you got us banned for being gay hahahahahaha I can’t breath! ” Jeremy wheezed. “ So your not mad that I yelled at Gale, or flipped Helens brownies?” Michael asked. “ No dude I hate Gale and Helen their stuck up bitches. And Gales cookies are awful.” Jeremy smiled. “ Bro her baking is so bad man!” Michael laughed. “ Wait, did you say you flipped Helens brownies?” asked Jeremy. “... Yes...” said Michael hesitantly. “ I love you so much.” chuckled Jeremy as he kissed Michael on the cheek. They both laughed as they sat down on the couch. “ Man, Gale really is a bitch.” stated Michael. “ Dude tell me about it.” said Jeremy rolling his eyes as they snuggled together on the couch still laughing about all that happened at this weeks PTA meeting.

#Be More Chill #bmc michael #bmc jeremy #bmc Jeremy Heere #bmc micheal mell #boyf #riends #shipping #fan #fic #fanfic #fanficion

[angelictechnology]

Too Precious, she must be Part 1

Summary: Clara Jones a graduate out of college, working at a small clinic as a nurse. One night her boss allows her to go out to have a bit of time to herself. Reluctant she accepted, sadly its a decision she will never forget…

Game: Boyfriend To Death (is created by the great minds of gurobob, darqx and eletricpuke)

Pairing: Strade X OC

Rating: T (next part will be M)

Warnings: Rough harm, Kidnapping. (nothing bad yet, but next part will be :3c)

Notes: Welp I got suckered into another great fandom…I love it :3 Maybe because I love writing angst/ gore things

Looking at a computer screen, the time is six, the clinic is closing. Clara stared at the numbers of the time another night of sitting in her room, listening to chill tunes while falling asleep.

Her emerald eyes closing slowly, she heard the slam of a folder on her desk. Scaring the nurse.

“Huh?! Koyomi…please don’t do that”

Clara turned to see the doctor, Koyomi placing the folder on desk pretty hard. Having a cheery smile to add contrasting to Clara’s drowsy face tired. It was another busy day at the clinic mostly children and their parents it was that season for vacations, vaccination, check ups, and prescriptions. The past few days Clara worked all week she never remembered having a simple day to relax.

“I apologize, why don’t you go early I will clean up here”

Eyes widen, she looked at her friend surprised going home early? she doesn’t mind its just the only thing she has in her schedule is making dinner, and listening to chill music on her laptop eating a slice of cheesecake.

“I-I don’t mind cleaning up…”

Koyomi shook his head in a no, he knows this tactic already he is well aware that Clara only goes straight home. They usually talk about their days after work the most common answer he hears, ‘Oh I am heading home’

“I understand, Clara but even in college you were not a social person aren’t you? you should go out a bit it might be good for you”

Koyomi signaled Clara to get off from her desk chair, she only fidgeted her fingers a bit. True she doesn’t go out she is mostly a shut in only going to a few house parties, but she barely drinks or party for that matter. While she was watching over the doctor looking at computer she muttered,

“Um..do you know a place I could go?”

Koyomi turned to his co-worker he was in deep thought for a while…a minute actually. Then he turned to the computer screen typing in bars nearby,

“Ah! I don’t want to go to a bar…”

Koyomi hears a small shriek from his co-worker, he shrugged,

“Clara, you are…twenty-three? you should go to a bar. Also I don’t think you want to find someone online do you?”

“Ehh?! I-I No I don’t want to do that…”

Clara nervous about going to a bar at this time…what if a guy tries to take her out? what if they hurt her? she could only think of the many outcomes out of this…While Koyomi kept typing he found one that is close by.

“Hey, I found one that is close by here its open until three am”

“Huh?! do you want me to go over there?!”

Clara shrieked trying to hide her face turning red, her co-worker only laughed she is quite adorable when she is like this. Koyomi remembered this is her first time in a while she has been in a bar alone to add. He only pats her shoulder and said,

“Go get ready, I will clean up have some fun”

Well it couldn’t go that bad can it?

Clara laid her head on the counter of the bar, already she is tired her chestnut hair flowing the bar counter.

“Miss you okay?”

Clara looked to see the bar attendant looking at her in worry she shook her in a no and told the worker she is fine. The employee only went back to business, the tired woman laid her head back on the counter…this was a bad idea she only ordered a water and simply laid her head on the counter. Many men tried to talk to her, but she ignored them while they looked at her funny and walked away. She wore a simple hazelnut dress, with a black dress jacket, wearing stockings and simple black mary janes. Lifting her head a bit then resting her head again on her arm to get more comfortable. Her emerald eyes peered over to see a group of college students laughing together sighing she might fall asleep.

A few minutes after she heard a something in front of her. Clara woke up a bit to see a beer glass in front of her. Confused she called out to the bar attendant,

“Huh? I didn’t order this…”

Then she heard a cheery voice what sounded to be german calling out,

“That’s from me! buddy”

Clara looked at the beer it was a whole cup of it. Many people try to buy her a drink, but this is the first person who just went to buy a drink. She glanced over to the person. He looked older than her, has brown messy hair, his facial hair shown on his cheery face, he looked like a normal guy…does he?

“Oh thanks I guess I will try it”

Clara grabbed the cup, bringing the rim up to her lips she drinks some, she didn’t notice the older man pulled a stood to sit beside her looking at her drinking. After drinking a bit she put the cup down half of beer is still there. When she put it down she saw the gentleman already sitting next to her. Surprised, her face face turned a bit red. The man only gave a cheery smile to her,

“My name is Strade…if I may ask what is yours?”

Clara quickly fidgets her hair a bit, its strange someone would speak to her out of nowhere it is a bar so is this supposed to happen? she shrieked a bit and replied,

“Oh, mine is Clara nice to meet you Strade”

Strade looked at her, still with the same smile she smiled back and laughed a bit its been a while she gets a welcoming like this. Maybe because all of the studying in school and work stiffen her a bit. Here she is relaxed, maybe because the calm atmosphere, it could be Strade he is quite attractive looking. Maybe because he has that rustic look to him or something she couldn’t describe it.

“You are here alone? don’t you have any friends?”

Clara heard Strade’s question she shook her head in a no, she had acquaintances over the years in college, but no close friends. “No, I don’t have any friends I just came here to get some time out…I guess”

Strade noticed she placed her head resting on the counter her emerald eyes slowly closing she must be sleepy, interesting…she is already making him curious maybe because she is lonely, has the appearance of an innocent lamb…that is quite an imagine he gave a smirk looking more devilish.

Clara looked up a bit she shuffled in her bag to find her phone it read nine thirty. Its getting late, she turned to find the exit looking at the door she sighed in relief then looked to see Strade,

“Sorry, Strade its getting late I am going to go”

Strade simply smiled and waved letting her go, unaware to her he is secretly already planning ahead something for her. Still keeping his composure he replied,

“Of course! someone like you need to be extra careful have a nice night buddy!”

Clara nodded she left her seat and walked out of the bar. After a few minutes, Strade went out of the bar, at the entrance he took out his keys to cars he smirked,

“Clara right? I hope she doesn’t mind a ride home~”

“Huh…I am close right?”

Clara looked at her phone…its already twenty minutes?! she must be lost maybe its the lights, or the fact it looks very different at night. She sighed at least she can walk to a nearby bus stop to check a map. As looked at the phone to find directions she saw her phone being thrown from her hand. Clara looked to see her phone away from her she tried to run to it until she is stopped by a familiar face.

“Huh? Strade? di-ah!”

Clara felt her body being pushed to a nearby wall hurting her. She felt the harm of the impact. She started to whimper a bit, she is nervous and scared who did she just meet?! she stared him fear in her eyes tears already coming up. She could only listen what he wants,

“Now are you going to be a sweet lamb and submit? or do I have to do it the hard way”

Too scared she nodded, she didn’t want to scream he might even hurt her more. She saw Strade’s smile turn more sinister, he then returned to his cheery smiled,

“Perfect! now after you!”

After you more like, shoving the scared woman in the trunk of the car. Closing it the only thing Clara could see was the last time she saw the light for a while. She heard the car suddenly move…where she is going to now?

To be continued…

#btd #btd strade #boyfriend to death #welp here i go #i love hell its pretty #now i have two parts to finish xd #oc #here is my bad writing #take it #*pumps up h3h3 intro music*

[consultthemuses]

Sentence Meme: 88 Prue Halliwell Quotes

Some will be more easily applicable than others. SOME WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS (violence/supernatural references)!! Feel free to change pronouns/genders at will.

❛ Look, I have just found out that I am a witch, that my sisters are witches, and that we have powers that will apparently unleash all forms of evil. Evil that is apparently going to come looking for us. ❜

❛ Is that bad luck? ❜

❛ No, no, no. It is Phoebe and her new powers. ❜

❛ Yeah, I said it to mom and it was the last thing I said to her before she died. ❜

❛ Okay, apparently my power isn't the only one that's grown. ❜

❛ Curse? What curse? ❜

❛ And tell them what? That someone broke into our house to try and steal our broomsticks? ❜

❛ Ah, probably a zombie or vampire. ❜

❛ Couldn't your people just issue some kind of statement? ❜

❛ One killer cocktail literally. A little oleander, some jimsonweed, bloodroot, among other things. Stops the heart immediately. ❜

❛ Oh, don't threaten me. ❜

❛ I'm so sorry. I had no idea. ❜

❛ No, actually that good. It was... Well, we were naked. But that's not the point. ❜

❛ No, I'm free. I'm not going back. ❜

❛ Oh, yeah. You want to have that conversation with him? ❜

❛ Yeah, well, what else can we do? ❜

❛ Yeah, but there must be some kind of incantation to reverse it. ❜

❛ You got one too. Come here. ❜

❛ I don't know. But why should I believe anything that you say? I mean, you don't even know the difference between what belongs to you and what belongs to, oh, let's say Macy's. ❜

❛ We are going to be careful, we're going to be wise, and we're going to stick together. ❜

❛ So, witches forever? ❜

❛ I mean, you could always calculate her age by the number of rings on her fingers. ❜

❛ Stairs can be sobering. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, all demon-hunting and no play has made me a lot less picky. I gotta figure out a way to put some more balance in my life. ❜

❛ Your gift. Show him your gift. ❜

❛ So we're actually supposed to believe that you're Cupid? ❜

❛ You're kind of hard to miss in that outfit. ❜

❛ Look, I know that this all sounds incredible, but it doesn't make it any less true. ❜

❛ After everything that I've seen in my life, and believe me, I've seen a lot of weird stuff, it takes a lot to scare me. But this time, I'm really scared. ❜

❛ Um, do you remember Pearl Harbor? ❜

❛ No, I'm not okay! You've turned me into a witch! ❜

❛ I realise that I do want kids. I think that I'd make a great mom. ❜

❛ Okay, so that spell switched all of our powers. ❜

❛ Same thing that we've always done. Borrow each other's clothes, hog the phone. ❜

❛ I don't know. You know, I've been, I've been mad at you for so long, ever since mom died, I don't know how else to be. ❜

❛ And that's for thinking that you wouldn't get slapped. ❜

❛ He was either too stunned to speak or actually believed me on some level. It was the closest that we've ever come to having an honest conversation. ❜

❛ Oh, the rutabaga! ❜

❛ I can't believe how much hate that took. ❜

❛ I'm just following my instincts, and they've never led me wrong before, at least not when I was really listening to them. ❜

❛ OK, was it a demon? ❜

❛ I don't know, I just felt a chill. [name]? [name], are you there? ❜

❛ Okay, how are we doing on that spell? ❜

❛ So you can slice off a chunk of demon flesh but you can't touch a pig's foot? ❜

❛ Alright, here goes. From this moment on your pain is erased, your bad luck as well. ❜

❛ I don't obsess. I think. Intensely. ❜

❛ Well, he ran me over. ❜

❛ Are you saying that you don't want to see me anymore? ❜

❛ I mean, look, it's a hassle. It can sometimes screw up our personal lives. ❜

❛ Do I have to use my power on you? ❜

❛ I can't just let an innocent man die! ❜

❛ Yeah. Yeah, I'll just run up to the Altar Room, which by the way is right next to the Potions Lab, and I'll be right back. ❜

❛ Okay, you know, for your information, I do not have man troubles. Financial ones, now, yes. But definitely not man troubles. ❜

❛ I hit [name] in the chest with an axe and he didn't even bleed. ❜

❛ Hello? Gluttony, table for one. ❜

❛ Oh, oh, alright, so, uh, I'm gonna go now and I'll be downstairs and work all night long and I'll be really quiet and you won't have to worry about me. ❜

❛ I'm just never sure if it's better for you to know or not to know. ❜

❛ Where do we go from here? ❜

❛ I don't believe this! We've been frantic, worried sick about you thinking you've been kidnapped. ❜

❛ It's the 21st century. It's the woman's job to save the day. ❜

❛ By the way, you owe me for a car tow and a tank of gas, you little leech! ❜

❛ He's the demon! ❜

❛ Oh, well, I see that you've inherited dad's talent of bailing. ❜

❛ They really shouldn't have given us the finger. ❜

❛ Anyone who steals it ends up dead. ❜

❛ So I think I'll call this, "Woman Pretending Not to Look Out the Window". ❜

❛ I'm gonna win this fight and save your ass, that way I can kick it myself later. ❜

❛ Okay, now would be a very good time to get angry. ❜

❛ It should make for a pretty interesting defence. ❜

❛ If I died tonight, my gravestone would read 'Here lies [name], she worked hard'. ❜

❛ I told him the truth. ❜

❛ You say that like it's a bad thing. ❜

❛ So this is a pretty interesting band, what's their name? ❜

❛ Okay, I know it sounds crazy but I saw her. It was just like my dream. ❜

❛ I'm calling the cops! ❜

❛ I am so sick of saving your asses. ❜

❛ We weren't all troublemakers. ❜

❛ By the way my dress looks good on you. ❜

❛ Are we good or what? ❜

❛ No. Actually, it gave me a good feeling. ❜

❛ I don't like them, but I don't go running through the house naked screaming 'run for your life' either! ❜

❛ What's the vaccine for? What does it protect against? ❜

❛ We are not leaving here without you! ❜

❛ And tell them what, that she's dying of old age at 25? ❜

❛ I am so impressed that you can make a protest statement and show cleavage all at the same time. ❜

❛ Or maybe she's out to destroy us. It wouldn't be the first time. ❜

❛ By the looks of the clothes, I'd say we were in the early 1600s. ❜

❛ So, do you think the one of the employees might have stolen it? ❜

#ask box #ask meme #charmed #charmed meme #supernatural tw #violence tw

[la-alert]

THOUGHT IT WAS A DROUGHT.. 

Us? Not having any tea to SPILL? You’ve got it all wrong. We are the best gossip blog in L.A. We ALWAYS have tea! We will ALWAYS have the tea. Read it and weep, children. Ya’ll stay hydrated. 

XOXO, L.A ALERT. 

Who remembers those suicidal heartbroken tweets Roxanne was posting about a mystery man? We now know who it was all about, Quadir! You ever meet a man who fucked you over soooo bad that you said fuck love and ran off to raise a single dad’s family for some consistent dick? ME EITHER. She was tweeting about Quadir last week and begging Janaria to stop trying to ruin their relationship.. (GIRL, don’t nobody wanna be single and lonely like you!) She’s one of those people you’ve gotta say, “I know we’re best friends but, DAMN.” to. This week she posted Michael W. for MCE AND was seen making his kids breakfast. Has Janaria been teaching her the tricks about moving up so fast? Let us know ASAP! Have fun, Michael! Tell us about the Brujeria and Chill sessions!

Let’s talk about Ezekiel now. The pregnant woman abuser who redeemed himself as daddy of the year! The other night, mother Luna shut him the hell down about taking baby Arielle to Melody’s, he went CRAZY..and I mean, crazy. He ran ALL the way to his car with the baby in his arms and sped off to Melody’s! He ran quicker than the examiner did when she got a hold of their DNA test results! (Thanks to Maury Povich, we know who the father is!) Anyways, who invites a baby over to a party full of drunk people? Melody does. And they weren’t sipping no grape juice for communion! During the party Melody’s tongue went down Michael’s throat in Jesus’s name. Even the congregation started crying when they saw it! (Baby Arielle). We’re saddened to say we expected a little more from Melody. Jesus and Therapy?

Janaria had a good time at the beach with Terrell, and he probably thinks she’s changing her life around to become a stepmom. Let’s begin, shall we? She started with a lie to Terrell about a Hickey she got from Muhammed. Said it was from Savior and Lord knows he isn’t checking for her ass, according to Twitter. (Is you car fixed, daddy?) Muhammed came looking for his watch in the middle of Terrell and Janaria hanging out and Janaria lied again after Terrell asked if he slept over in her bed. She said she slept in Amir’s room. The same Amir who moved out and got his own house on the hills! Dear Terrell, aren’t you top flight security at the one and only Ace of Diamonds?! You protect a bunch of SKRIPPAS all day and you can’t see that this one is LYING to you? We’re taking your flashlight away. Goodbye!

Let’s talk about some mess on the TL!

It was early Sunday morning and all we could hear was the birds, COCKADOODLEDOING! We don’t know what started it but Brilliant started shading her favorite cousin Mya up and down the TL! Gang, gang, Janaria and Roxy weren’t having it. It got so crazy that we had to take down our lace fronts! According to Janaria, they’re bad for the edges. (Thanks girl!) Our edges were snatched some more when Brilliant said she was going to send her goons for Roxy! Look! We can NOT have two convicts fighting under our watch! The Twitter scuffle didn’t end in any trips to the park, which is a good thing! We even got some airtime from Luna and Cassidy! Cassidy girl, if you’re looking for a job, ask Janaria for the hook up! Get on over there and help them sell them car parts to pay for Muhammad’s $10,000 chain! And you’re probably wondering where he got the chain from? O'Neal’s Jewelers! You know he had to run and apologize after trying Mr. Oneal’s wife. They were about to be on some PAPOOSEXREMYMA gangsta rap time. #BLACKLOVE #MEETTHEMACKIES. (And Zyair, why are you charging 10,000 for that little behind chain?! We watch The Price is Right and you ain’t slick!)

We peeped something else that you all may have not and we are HERE for it! Savior and Bellamy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-y'all we’re just playing! GOTCHA! But we did see that he welcomed her back with open arms and is trying to get her over Not-So-Bald Bae and potentially under him. He was even commenting gorgeous and heart eyes under all of her pictures! Hm? Could we be onto something?

Not-So-Bald Bae is doing alright for himself, by the way! If he isn’t in AOD, spending his mortgage on the SKRIPPAS, he’s seen with Melody or Aliana, another jobless friend of ours. No worries, Lonzo is going to take care of you now! We love us some Alonzo! He’s the sweetest and most underrated guy in L.A! Our man, told Bellamy off and he free’d himself! If Aliana doesn’t snatch him, we will.

After Hakeem, Nnamdi, Cain, Breonna..and whoever else. (Poor Adonis, we know he’s confused!) Little Miss Ava has finally settled down and married Aiden. CONGRATULATIONS! Give that MEOW a rest! And we know exactly what you’re thinking. She’s even faster at moving on up than Janaria and Roxanne. Was Gloria leaving L.A. the reason he married Ava? Maybe so. But it looks like Gloria’s back in town. How is Ava handling the new girl, Sevyn who BOLDLY tweeted Aiden (her newly husband) to text her? How will she handle Gloria coming back to swoop Aiden off his feet again?

Cain..Cain..Cain. He’s the MOST popular man in L.A. He’s had his share of Luna, Arian, Ava, Emory, (there’s more!) Bellamy, Quinn AND now he’s with Mya and he’s happier than ever! He’s always happier than ever! We give it until April 8th, and they’ll be done. Like DAMN, Cain! We wouldn’t be surprised if we caught you in bed with our MOTHER. He just so happens to fall in love fast! We will say he might have to watch out for Mya..who knows what she’s capable of. I mean she took her best friend’s, ex-boyfriend. Now that’s some tea for another day. Sip. Sip. We have one request through, Amir, we hear you’re giving out free pap-spears and vaccinations? Could you give us a call???? We have a few people to refer you, per Cain.

Lazuli! How were you a virgin last week, but now you’re not? You got some 'splaining to do! Terrell, maybe? No. We KNOW it was Terrell. You got us SHOOK with that one. Mya isn’t the only out here stealing boyfriends. Caroline and Lazuli (they’re roommates!) messed with the same guy. According to Lazuli, Caroline liked Marc but said she’d stop talking to him for Lazuli who had no intentions on being with him anyway. Speaking of SHOOK, from a scale of 1-10 how shook was Aniyah after being left out in the cold by her husband? The same husband who fucked her best friend, Arian? Aniyah went from messing with an eighteen year old, Pharaoh to getting married within a week. She’s even faster than Cain. Let’s hope those KFC chicken drumstick legs can take her on over to find a new man. Oh, wait! She’s been messing with Alonzo and is now best friends with Mya. Mya can’t be any lower of an ex-friend to Bellamy than she already is. We truly feel sorry!

Congratulations Houston! We like Ace of Diamonds, keep the drama rolling in! We absolutely love it. You might’ve kicked Main Event to the curb for being the most drama filled club in L.A. Aliana and Quinn (the manager) argued over Aliana (the bartender) sneaking drinks. In what world does a bartender not have the availability to drink? Houston’s keeping things LOCKED down and we aren’t making a pun with his last name either! Speaking of locked down, Quinn was boo’d up with Hendrix on the clock. (Our possessive bae). Aliana wasn’t afraid to snitch about that to Houston either. After he got them both to his office, Aliana stormed out, so we can only assume what had happened in there. (4Play’s hiring, girl!). We peeped Michael S. getting an hour lapdance from Chanel. Jesus and Therapy did its job because Melody didn’t go off on him like we would’ve! She continued having a good ‘ol time with her girls. Same with Bellamy. You can tell she was trying a little TOO hard to make Alonzo jealous, but it worked! After seeing Bellamy dancing with Mekhi, Alonzo LEFT the club and went home. The night had gotten even better once Elias stepped onto the scene. (He might be our new old bae). He had gotten comfortable with Zeno at the bar. We think they’d make a cute couple. Both sophisticated, educated, financially stable and what not. Go them! Quinn and Hendrix have been going..steady. Hendrix keeps her in check when it comes to commenting under tweets. He almost went off after he saw Quinn under Chevy’s tweet, and we ain’t talking about a big bodied Silverado. Houston! Did Quinn fail to mention that she’s WORKING with the Main Event owner for her newest project? Some manager!

#L.A. alerts

[63824peace]

Friday, 18th of november 2005

I made my way from home to the train station about a month ago, and I came across a crow's carcass. People had just begun talking about the Bird Flu then.

Birds are cowardly creatures, and they also have premonitory powers. If you ever see birds flying away from some place, consider the sight a tip that something will happen there.

I sometimes see a variety of animals on my way to the office... a frog made 2D by some vehicle, or a mantis with a crushed abdomen, or a rat hit by a car. I never see crows though. Birds are also sensitive animals, so they rarely allow anyone to find their carcasses.

If you see a bird's carcass, then you can bet it's a pretty bad situation.

I observed the body, but I couldn't see any external injuries. Had it died of some disease? I wondered if it had suffered a new type of virus. I felt scared.

I had encountered the carcass in a shoulder-breadth alley that I take as a shortcut to the station. Because of the thin space, I couldn't just step around it. I could only hold my breath and walk over it.

I worried about it later that day, so I took the same alley on my way home. Someone had removed the carcass.

What had that been all about? I've thought about it off and on for the whole month.

"All right--we need to take your temperature before you get your shot."

The nurse's voice snapped me back into the present moment.

"Please record your temperature on this pre-exam questionnaire."

The nurse indicated a blank space on the form with her pen. She roughly handed me a clinical thermometer and the questionnaire. "I'll call you when you're done," she said before disappearing into the hallway.

I put the thermometer under my armpit, and the glass chilled my skin. I felt somewhat reflective.

I looked at the sofa in front of me and noticed the woman sitting there. She looked like an office lady. Both of us wore idle expressions and pressed our arms against our bodies.

She must have noticed me too. She looked across the hallway that separated us, and our eyes met while we both hunched over to take our temperatures.

For some reason I felt awkward and uncomfortable.

We heard an electronic noise. "Pi! Pi! Pi!"

She looked at her thermometer, then recorded her temperature on the questionnaire. The nurse reappeared noiselessly, as though she had been watching everything.

"OK, please come this way."

The woman rose and allowed the nurse to lead her. I continued to take my temperature alone.

I stood in a curved hallway situated on the sixth floor of the Roppongi Hills Clinic. I wasn't sick, though; I had come for my flu inoculation.

You wouldn't have expected more than a few people there. Vaccinations cost about 5000 yen because insurance doesn't cover them, and I was there pretty early in the morning. Nonetheless, people crowded inside the clinic. I don't recall that it was nearly so crowded this time last year.

The current flu vaccine isn't a live sample -- they inject the virus dead into our bodies. While we have no guarantee that the vaccine will work, most illnesses are psychosomatic. The person's spirit decides his health.

Still, we don't lose anything by getting vaccinated. I decided to do this two years ago, back during the SARS hysteria. I've gotten vaccinated every year since.

"Pi! Pi! Pi!"

My armpit thermometer signaled its conclusion. I slowly removed and looked at it. The digital reading flashed 36.2ｰ Celsius.

Huh... that's a little high for me. I had a slight fever. I usually carry a temperature around the lower ranges of 35ｰ C, and sometimes it gets as low as 35ｰ C on the mark. Whenever my temperature exceeds 36ｰ C, I know that I'm a bit feverish. When it gets to 38ｰ C, then I become dizzy and can't stand. The Department of Internal Medicine takes my temperature before every consultation appointment, and I'm bound for a troublesome consultation when my temperature exceeds 36ｰ C.

The doctor will start to talk about symptoms and ask, "Do you have a fever?"

I'll usually say, "I have a slight fever. I'd like some antibiotics."

The doctor will usually respond, "From a strictly medical point of view, you don't have a fever unless you're over 37ｰ C."

I recorded my temperature on the questionnaire, and the nurse led me into the consultation room. She left and then returned the form after a doctor had checked it.

"It looks like there's no problem. The doctor has authorized the vaccination. Sign here please."

I signed the paper before I even had the chance to tell her about my slight fever.

"All right. Time for your shot." She injected the needle into my upper left arm. She proceeded methodically, as though she were following a manual. "No strenuous physical exertion today, no alcohol. You can bathe, but don't irritate your arm."

I considered mentioning the crow in the alley from a month ago, but I decided not to bother her since she's a nurse. Today I can neither swim nor have a drink... that saddens me.

The vaccine began to circulate throughout my body. An antibody will develop inside me within two weeks, according to my immune system's antigen-antibody reaction. Human bodies are built pretty tough. I heard that the antibody should last up to three or four months.

I suddenly recalled the final scene in War of the Worlds, when the aliens died from a cold virus. I guess that living with viruses isn't all bad.

OOOO Training and the release events for both MGA2 and Subsistence will keep us busy right through December. I have to get development into full swing on MGS4 and the new PSP project, as well as draw up next year's management plans. I've got to give some lectures outside the company, and there's also studying and training... I don't have time to lie bed-ridden with a cold. I also don't want to bring any outside germs home to my family.

I ate Sanshoku-don for lunch today at the restaurant Sakana Sushi(Ko-Sushi). I didn't have to wait in line today.

I passed by the smokers' booth on my way back from lunch. They have recently installed it along Roppongi Street. It's a smoking box put there for smokers, and its sides are all made of glass.

A sign atop the box read, "Smoker's Style." They removed the smoking section on the passage between the buildings over there, so perhaps they put in the box to makeup for it. I never see anyone smoking inside though... at least not during the day.

Is it supposed to look like a kind of futuristic attraction booth? I can also see it as a kind of street performer's stage. Do smokers feel awkward when they're seen from outside? I suppose that no one cares what he looks like after a few evening drinks, but they should have at least made the outside reflective.

I didn't see many people at the Cold Stone Creamery, so I stopped by with Kenichiro. I chose the most popular flavor, Strawberry Shortcake Serenade. I ordered mine in a cup today. The cone that I had last time gave the whole thing too much substance.

I've been there three times now. In order, I've had Our Strawberry Blonde, Berry Berry Berry Good, and Strawberry Shortcake Serenade. Each tasted delicious. They all share the same base flavor, so they all tasted pretty similar. I'll try something with chocolate next time.

I pulled up a seat at the front of the shop while I ate. The wind blew too coldly to sit outside.

I thought for a bit and realized that I hadn't heard Cold Stone's specialty clerk chorus since my first time there.

"What happened to the song?"

Kenichiro heard my plaint while he filled his mouth. He had lived in Hawaii until last year, so he's the Cold Stone Creamery specialist.

"When we leave tips in Hawaii, they show their gratitude by singing."

I see... but we don't often leave tips in Japan. I suppose they won't sing here then. The song should have been a service for the opening day alone.

I had almost thought my last on it, and then I heard the clerks' chorus ringing from within the shop. I leaned over to look inside, and I saw the clerks all singing their song.

"Now they sing. What do we need to do to make them sing?"

I hadn't seen what had prompted their song, but I suspected that it involved the contribution box sitting beside the cash register. Do they sing if we drop contributions into it? That's probably the case, though a contribution differs from a tip. Was it a tipping box, perhaps? I'll try that next time.

We made our final adjustments to the OtaClock this afternoon. It is complete at last.

We pronounce the OtaClock's name "OtaKurokku" -- but that doesn't mean it's a rock band (Rokku)! The name refers to Otacon's desktop clock that he invented for use on his personal computer. It's the same clock that had a cameo on Otacon's monitor during the TGS trailer for MGS4.

I'm sure that our well-versed MGS fans will recognize the icon. It's the same one that appeared during MGS2's Tanker Chapter, when Snake sent Otacon the digital photographs.

Omori revised the original Otacon sprite made by Nakkan, who was our pixel artist back then. Omori really exhibits Ota-damashii!

Our staff loves the OtaClock. The program features functions for time, alarm, calendar, and size adjustment.

All KojiPro staff members received it at the end of TGS. They've checked and debugged it until now by actually using it on their computers. It took a long time to finish because they gave a lot of feedback. They suggested ideas for improvement, along with other observations that came to them while they used it.

Soon we'll deliver the OtaClock to our audience. You'll always have Otacon around with this.

Look forward to it!

I had eagerly anticipated homecooking at the end of the week, so I called my wife to learn what she planned to cook. She told me the menu -- shellfish! She said that dinner would consist mostly of seafood!

"I can't eat that!"

So I ate Baikourou-men alone at the restaurant Yokaro. On my way there, I saw Murashu and Ryusako standing in line at the Cold Stone Creamery. I wonder what they ordered. The place was much more crowded than it had been at lunch.

I returned to the office and entered the glass room. I wrote and signed little notes to give as presents along with MGA2.

I'll present about fifty copies of MGA2 as gifts. I wrote about my latest news and well-being, and I also communicated my immense gratitude to so many people... those related directly with the game, and others in the gaming, film, and publishing industries.

I'll be pretty tired of these when Subsistence comes out. I'll have several hundreds to write then. Nonetheless, I enjoy these moments most of all. I want as many people as possible to enjoy our games.

I continued writing the notes with that thought in mind.

I relish my time to thank people when we complete a game, even though it only happens once every two or three years. Thankfully I don't need to tell them how good they've done developing the game -- the game itself will reveal that much.

Here's the extent of their debriefing: "I have created this game. Please enjoy playing it. Hideo Kojima."

I heard the AC!D team's applause in the evening. They had received the news that development had been completed. KojiPro celebrates these times simply, with champagne. We toast to our children's future in the studio, and afterwards everyone shares a few more drinks outside the office.

We'll hold our official celebration party later. We can share today's joy only with our colleagues. It may sound harsh, but we can't properly share these feelings with our families or lovers.

As I thought about this, I happened to look at the poster in my booth. My eyes settled on an illustrated crow -- one of MGA2's motif signatures. Then I remembered the alley crow and my vaccination.

We didn't have any champagne in the office, so the staff ran out to get some. I couldn't drink because of my morning inoculation. I whispered into Okamura's ear: "I can't drink tonight, so I'll slip out before anyone notices."

"But they're on their way to get champagne right now."

"If I start drinking, I won't be able to stop."

"Understood."

I took my bag, slipped out of the KojiPro offices, and in the elevator hall I happened to cross paths with the staff that had left for champagne.

When I got home, I only drank one glass of chu-hai.

Kanpai! Three cheers for the young staff and our children!

I dreamed of a crow in the early morning hours.