#i just like the cool lil cards with the cool lil dudes in em

[yuuugay]

Death Tarot: Ner Wanless lineart :_(

#shepherds of haven #brightburner stops brightburning moment #theres a lot going on salfnjlasfgbeaf i swear ill get beetter at lineart #shoh mc: ner wanless #im just saying tarot art is kinda the best form of art imo #jsnfjabfgbg #i just like the cool lil cards with the cool lil dudes in em #will i ever touch one? #lmao no im too scared ill either get three of swords or reversed death

[dipplinduo]

38, 45, 48, 50 (What's your favorite Pokemon from each Gen?)

(Context: this ask game)

38. Do you have any phobias?

I have acrophobia (fear of heights), but specifically when I'm up really high and not in motion. I love stuff like rollercoasters and am unaffected by that (except for the slow ride up, I get visceral & snappy & swear like a sailor. My friends always mess with me to make it worse without fail since I normally don't have that kind of attitude otherwise xDDD

45. Is there anyone you would die for?

Oof. Deep question. I feel like my automatic response is whoever my soulmate is in theory (I don't believe I've met them yet).

If it was more like a "gun to your head, or someone else's" kind of situation? I'm honestly the kind of person who would probably wanna bite the bullet in the heat of the moment because I do get that protective side/sense of justice for the innocent when faced with danger. I don't think I'd necessarily think about the consequences as much as "I'm keeping this person safe."

48. Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

My best friend. She's like an older sister to me, and has had nothing but pure & loving intentions for what's best for me for many years. She is also probably the person who has seen my most authentic expression in general (i.e. all sorts of sides of me, and especially sides that took me some time to feel comfortable with expressing to others unapologetically). Her compassion has given me a lot of self-compassion and confidence. Our friendship has been so healing, supportive, safe, and healthy on both ends and I always feel so lucky to know and experience life with her.

50. Wild Card. Any question, ask away -> What's your favorite Pokemon from each Gen?

OOOH I had to think about this one!!

Gen 1:

Gen 1 is hard because I have a loooot of pokemon I favoritize, but I don't necessarily have an "OMGFAVORITEFAVORITE!!!". Closest thing is Pikachu even if it's a bit of a basic answer; I loved anything yellow as a toddler so Pikachu was my immediate favorite. xD Even if it wasn't the mascot, I'd probably favoritize it.

Gen 2:

Okay I'm cheating (already lmao) but don't you dare make me pick I'll die. xD I loooove Ampharos, so dorky, so yellow and fun and strong and adorable! And Togetic is a bundle of joy and was my favorite pokemon in general for many years. It just makes me so happy.

Gen 3:

Okay I AM NOT GONNA BREAK RULES AGAIN AFTER THIS (HOPEFULLY), LOL, but!!! Flygon is just a super cool lil dude!!! Its typing satisfies me so much and it has such a cool design. Great team balancer.

Plusle is more of a sentimental thing for me - my childhood best friend and I who have known each other almost all our lives decided (quite randomly) to symbolize our friendship with Plusle & Minum since they're a cute pair. She picked Minum because her favorite color was blue, and I was happy with that because I gravitated more toward Plusle. We reminisce about it from time to time and I always think of her when I see one or the other. Imagine my reaction to Lacey using both of 'em :')

Gen 4:

Bro I love this happy lil creepy balloon. Saturdays used to be SO SPECIAL because I wanted him!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! Everything about this pokemon makes me happy down to the name, the appearance, and the cry. I'd have so much fun with a real one (take me awayyyy~ LOL)

Gen 5:

Okay this was the first gen I didn't have to look at a pokedex for to determine. I just always loved Audino. It's so adorable and helpful. It gets its own cute special encounter music and gives a lot of XP??? Can learn a whole lot of moves?? I liked having it just to have it. I wanna hug its fluffy lil body and fall asleep.

Gen 6:

SORRY. LOL. Slyveon is a BEAST and was the perfect intro to fairy pokemon (my favorite type). God I love cute things that can fuck shit up!!! Relatable!! Floette is just super adorable too and is such a good middle evo. I've never had one because I'd choose Slyveon and/or a dual fairy type like Gardevour, but ooohh this would be another fun one to have irl too. It matches my vibes a lot (yellow flower variation please!! <3)

Gen 7:

Okay. I have a few favorites for this gen. But everything changed because of you guys. Ribombee is permanently changed for me and I will always adore it. It may be my favorite in general simply because of how its affected and changed my life by happenstance/became part of my branding as a content creator lol. Its adorable, yellow, fairy type, and seems pretty good when used intentionally!!! All pluses B) but to me, Ribombee also goes beyond pokemon and symbolizes how people (you guys!!) connect with my creativity and work, and how inspiring and encouraging it is to pursue it. I got my hands on an official Japan plushie of it because of what it represents to me; both in the sense of "you were lucky enough to experience a community in the way you are during your lifetime" and "keep going, write your own legit book/book series one day, this is evidence you can do it". <3

Gen 8:

Another back-to-back example of "I thought this pokemon was cute/interesting beforehand, but didn't really appreciate it as much as I do now". LOLLLL this is all because Kieran used one as his ace. It was an interesting choice, but my god the way the Applin trade happens with the player was such a cherry on top. I associate this pokemon a lot with dipplinshipping, and I also have utterly loved how much my silly little idea of giving Kieran & Juliana Applins with distinct personalities has been a hit. I see Sweet & Sour Applins as their own characters and sometimes I forget I literally made them up xD So yeah, another pokemon permanently changed for me in such a positive way.

Gen 9:

LOOOOL so. I love Tinkaton. No like really, I fucking love Tinkaton. She actually overtook Togetic as my favorite pokemon before Ribombee happened/I started writing fanfiction. LISTEN. SHE'S ALWAYS HER. FAIRY AND STEEL TYPE??? SUPER MARIO HAMMER SHE WHACKS AT THINGS!!! SHE IS CUTE AND DEVASTINGLY POWERFUL AND MIGHTY. SHE STRIKES THE FEAR OF GOD IN THE MOST FEROCIOUS OF MONS EFFORTLESSLY. And my god the UNHINGED memes of her are just IMMACULATE. I had a running joke with my brother and irl friends that she's my spirit pokemon LOOOL.

#asks #ask games #pokemon

[randommagicpotato]

Some random imagine I'll never write about in the future (.. maybe) so I'll just say what's in my mind rn

Yuu and the sentient puppet

Basically the Puppet just appeared in Yuu's backyard at home

Now Yuu's just stuck with it

Then both of them gets transported to the twst world

(it basically looks like both a girl and a guy at the same time (or like epel, fyi) and their voice can switch from a girl to a boy multiple times (main voice is male voice))

Yuu's coffin get opened first, runs away bcuz grim chasing, Crowley went to fetch em, the ceremony and the reveal of the magicless thing all that happened and there's 1 more coffin to open

Which is the Puppet's coffin

It was opened, the puppet was confused, the students were confused with their looks, thinking they're gonna be sorted into pomefiore, and the ceremony proceeds again (oh since the robes are like, covering the whole body, they don't know it's a puppet

Apparently, the puppet has magic and was sorted to Heartslabyul

Hoo boy they're gonna get a lot of questioning from Yuu

Yuu's giving them a stink eye like: why u no tell me

And ofc for the story to work Crowley founds out both of them are somehow related to eachother and yeah their world didn't exist and such before sending the puppet back to the dorm and such (i can't write sense)

And they're like: dude i don't even know my magic applies here we're not from the same world (and pretty sure the "magic" in my world isn't the same)

Anyways cue to the Heartslabyul part where the stuff and rules and that, when the puppet took of their robes they were shook like

"ur not human?"

"nope, I'm just a lil puppet"

"cool"

They meet Ace, Ace thinks they're cool, be friends! Ayy

(oh and i heard that the Heartslabyul students get like the card symbols assigned to them, so after a few research thanks to someone in the dc server I'm in, deciced that a spade is suitable for this lil puppet)

To the next day where Yuu's just, doing some janitor stuff and like Ace and the puppet passes by, Ace saying he had a plan and proceeds to be friendly with Yuu and Grim, which the puppet thinks "oh! They're just being friendly, that's fine! Yuu need friend :D"

Then when those insults came in

"...woah. that's not rly nice >:("

Cue battle, grim burning the queen of hearts statue, Crowley panic, all of them get punished to wash 100 windows

Skippity skip skip skipppp

The trio waiting for Ace to show up, and he didnt

Went to chase him, meets Deuce, chandelier accident happens

Angry Crowley, him sending them to dwarfs mine and fetch a magic stone to cover up the expulsion

Cue dwarf mine scene, the ghost encounter, and them meeting the monster in the mines

Apparently Deuce is being stubborn when he heard about a stone being inside

Let me write a short badly written fic hehe (note, for the puppets talking, normal is them speaking in a feminine tone, and italic is them speaking in masculine tone)

"DEUCE, WAIT!"

"it's too dangerous for now, please wait, and we'll discuss about this!"

"no, we don't have enough time! I my school life is on the line!"

"OI-"

Deuce ran inside the mine to get the stone

"we need to go after him!"

The trio went to chase Deuce and they found the monster directly behind him, lifting it's pickaxe

"DEUCE, WATCH OUT!!"

When Deuce turned around, and when he saw it, he froze up with fear, closed his eyes and braced for the impact

.

..

...

It did not come. When he opened his eye, the monster's raised hand with the pickaxe was wrapped in some sort of thin but sturdy thread

"GET OUT OF THERE, QUICK!" He heard the puppet yell and does as said.

All of them managed to escape safely

"what were you thinking!? Charging in without a plan like that?"

"i.. i had no choice! I can't be expelled in the first day of finally coming to this school!"

"and oi, what was that just now!?" Ace asked, reffering to the puppet "and uh i didn't catch your name again"

Aight let's just skip this part

"let's save that for another time"

Basically they followed Yuu's plan, succeed, have to fight the monster, which the puppet just straight up summon a huge axe and smacked the monster

"welp that settles it i guess" -Yuu, done with their shit back home

Going back to nrc, Crowley getting emotional over some teamwork which Yuu and the puppet looks at him like: "ಠ_ಠ"

Now Yuu's a student... And a prefect!! Yay!!!

Grim's also a student!! Yay!! Happy happy all

Yuu is still not free from the responsibilities, and the puppet is either angry at Crowley, does not care, or both

Anyways some small skit with the 1st years cuz why not

Ace: Hey uh puppet, do you even have a name?

Puppet: name? Nope, don't have one. Unless you count serial kI-177-eR a name, then yeah it kinda is"l

Jack, writing it down: ..something seems wrong.

Puppet: of course it's wrong, it's my occupation :>

Jack: wait what

Puppet: just kidding :] it's Herrscher. I said it before at the ceremony, it's just that i whispered it so no one heard it

Yuu: and you've never told me?

Herrscher: ye never asked :>

Yuu: I'm so gonna dismantle you again

Herrscher: try me :>

-------

That's all. Continuation of the story? Probably in meme form.

Random shit about this AU? Yes :> no seriousness in this, just some funni funni

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst oc #potatos sentient puppet au

[moon-ursidae]

SESSION #6

as always, SPOILERS for BOTH of the last of us games below!!!

okay so i want to finish this game before my semester starts on tuesday so i really gotta pick it up haha bc there is still SO MUCH GAME left to play. i haven’t even played as abby yet bros.

total play time: about 6 hours

scavenging is soooo satisfying

but also lonely as fuck without dina

this is probably gonna remind me of the first game of the sections when joel is without ellie and he starts goin ham

FUUUUUCK I DON’T WANNA HURT THE DOGS MAN.

that fucking sucked and i feel awful

i would not be able to live in an apocalypse i have too much empathy

ANUTHA CARD WOOO

again i love the stories being told with the collectibles. it adds so much to the world

oh my god that garage was full of infected lil fuckers

LONG GUN HOLSTER FINALLY

WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY GODDAMN SHAMBLERS

NEW BRANCH WOOOOOO

precision?? HOW MANY BRANCHES ARE THERE GODDAMN

I’M PICKING UP ARROWS??? BOW SOON PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I’M BEGGING

oh fuuuuuuuck i feel so bad for this boris guy

i feel like he is also infected in the house i’m currently stood in

damn i was so right

BOOOOOOWWWWWWWW FUCK YEA FINALLY HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M SO EXCITED

I CAN CRAFT ARROWS?????????

FUUUUUCK DUDE THIS IS DOPE

oh my fucking god i can shoot it while prone.

this is the best day of my life.

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE WLFS????

ohmygod i fuckin finished em

holy fuck bro

stealth is WAYYYYY too fun lmao i love it

THERE’S MORE THAT JUST GOT OUT OF A TRUCK??? UR JOKING.

OH MY GOD THERE’S SO MUCH GOING ON AND THE MUSIC IS FUCKIN C R A Z Y

WHO THE FUCK JUST GRABBED ELLIE

JESSE!!!!!!!!!!!

“you think i’d let you do this on your own?” PLEASE THEY ALL CARE ABOUT HER SO MUCH🥺

HE’S LIMPING FUUUCK

HOLY FUCK THIS IS COOL BUT ALSO CRAZY AS FUCK HOLY SHIT

A HORDE?? OH FUCK

CRASHED INTO THE WATER??? THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY DUDE

OUT OF HILLCREST DUDE WE FUCKIN MADE IT WOOOOOOO

oh shit we’re back at the theater?

i love that jesse always hits a stance where he’s leaning

i know ellie isn’t jealous of jesse but rather mad at herself for allowing these people she cares about into a plan that puts them at risk

OH FUCK ANOTHER FLASHBACK????

2 years earlier?? damn so ellie is 17 here?

“i can tell when you’re off.” “let me know if you want to talk about it.” FUUUUCK DUDE THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY TOO🥺

JOURNAL TIME

MORE CAT!

ellie if everyone in jackson knows, joel probably does. he’s got a keen ear

hmmmmm dina is definitely jealous or upset if she’s avoiding you ells

ellie’s so poetic🥹

i’m gonna cry bc of how sweet tommy’s being. i feel like he’s hella underrated. i’m glad we get to see more of him in this game.

“when the barometric temperature gets to.. shit i don’t fuckin know.” LMAOOOOO

“i’m not supposed to say anything, but joel’s worried about you.” classic younger sibling energy

i would know bc it’s me. i’m the younger sibling💀

god this is fucking gorgeous.

THERE HE IS I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN

i wanna know why there’s so much fucking tension between them even before the winter dance. why is ellie distant? is it bc of cat? aftaid that joel will find out? she obviously cares what joel has to think bc she wrote it down in her journal. maybe that’s why?

tommy’s smart for pushing them together to figure out whatever the fuck is goin on rn

LMAO THE LOG BOOK “for those of you wondering, my brother’s still eating with his mouth open. -T.” LMAOOOOOOOO

AND JOEL IS READING SAVAGE STARLIGHT😭

omg i never notice the dark horse comic logo

this is fucking GORGEOUS

i miss joel😭

OMG HE’S TALKING ABOUT SAVAGE STARLIGHT W HER😭😭😭

THIS IS TOO CLOSE TO HOW ME AND MY DAD ARE IT’S MAKING ME SUPER EMOTIONAL

“need a boost?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“well hello” “howdy” YYYEEESSSSS

omg wait is this the fuckin patrol ellie mentioned w dina WAYYYYYYY earlier???

joel taking out that bloater??? kinda attractive

“i hear the way jesse talks about you.” damn he really does have NO idea

omg and the clicker???? also attractive

he looks so good w these graphics

if i ever get my hands on a ps5 it’s over for you bitches

“if only they were immune, right?” THE WAY HE WHIPPED HIS HEAD TO LOOK AT HER OOOOOOOOOF

FUCK man

THAT’S what’s bothering her. fuck dude.

oh shit! she’s asking him about it! oh shit!

JOEL STOP LYINNNNNGGGGGGGG

the look on her face tells me she doesn’t believe him

she doesn’t. “i’ve never met another immune person before. have you?” THE WAY HE JUST STANDS THERE FUUUUUCK MAN

“is now really the time for this?” JOEL STOP AVOIDING

“why did you pull me outta there while i was still unconscious?” THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION THO FROM HER POV

“there was no cure.” FUUUUUUUUUUUCK JOEL WHY ARE Y- GGGRRRRR

i wanna knock some sense into him but i also understand his side of it

she’s pissed. i can see it in her eyes bro she is so upset

“is there something else you’d like to rehash?” JOEL. i get that you don’t wanna talk about it man but c’mon.

DAMN. DAMN. well i wanted to know what was bothering her. i found out.

the way that ellie isn’t even fuckin flinching with these stitches speaks volumes

ellieeeeeeeeee girl please REST.

“what?” “nothing.” “good.” ELLIE.

oh my god she really is just gonna fuckin GO.

i have nothing but bad feelings about this

JOURNAL CHECK-IN

“maybe he can help us find these people more quickly. i don’t want to hear anything about turning back.” ellie. it’s consuming you ellie you gotta see that bro.

literally nothing good ever happens at night in tlou

ANUTHA CARD BABYYYY

randy styles💀

i’m ready for it to start storming bitch

what the fuck is up with scars and hanging people??

i’m concerned about this wlf hit list i found on a clickers’s body

what if they’re around here?

oh shit! there’s a not from one of the people that was in the theatre group! he talked about how he got sick and went to go get himself meds i think?

he died in the theatre though so i think this not from paige is for him

ANUTHA CARD BABYYYYY

OH SHIT A SAFE AND A CARD WOOOOO

it’s too fuckin quiet in here

WORKBENCH WOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK????

I KNEW IT WAS TOO QUIET OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME

I HEARD FOOTSTEPS AND TRIED TO CLOSE OUT BUT HE GRABBED ME

BROOOO THESE WERE THE PPL ON THE HIT LIST

WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAYYYYY

let’s try this again yea?

EXPLOSIVES BRANCH??

EXPLOSIVE ARROWS??????????

DAMN. THAT’S FUCKIN COOL. I’M GONNA WAIT THO BC I NEED MORE LISTEN DISTANCE

i feel so smart for figuring that fuckin dumpster thing out so fast

had to S P R I N T to get to that chain dude

holy fucking shit i am FAR from this hospital goddamn

i gotta say i HATE being on my own

wait is this the convention center for pax??

ANUTHA CARD BABYYYY

broooooooo arch-enemy is my fucking favorite so far like this is the the kind of character that i’m always drawn to

I WENT TO CHECK THESE DEAD BODIES, TURNED AROUND, AND GOT FUCKIN JUMPSCARED WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???? WHAT WAS THAT??????

BEING STALKED BY A FUCKING INFECTED? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT????

tbh might end on that note bc it is almost 4am and i am losing function in my hands hahaha

i’m saying FUCK NO to that tonight hahaha

i fuckin fell asleep before i posted this last night🤦🏻‍♀️

#the last of us part ii spoilers #the last of us part 2 spoilers #the last of us part two spoilers #the last of us spoilers #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part ii #the last of us part two #tlou part ii spoilers #tlou part 2 spoilers #tlou part two spoilers #tlou spoilers #tlou part 2 #tlou part ii #tlou part two #mads plays the last of us!🌿 #mads plays the last of us part ii!🍃

[bunnygirlheart]

List 5 things that make you happy, and then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers 🤍

oh sorry i forgot abt this

uhm,, suppose its kind of a cheat 2 just say 'my friends' 5 times huh

welllllll, bunnies, girls, duh

... this got super long after this line so uh

games, ive been playin modded fallout 3 a lot lately and havin a great time, my character has purple hair and like. a laser shotgun? (the metal blaster from the pitt) and a sweet cybernetic eye that gives her night vision and thermal imaging? so cool. She's also got a big ol sentry bot w/ a gatling laser that kinda murders things before I get a chance to actually do it myself which tbh is fine by me?? hehe

I kinda wanna start another game though where insteada robots and lasers i get animals and swords ? that also could be really cool? although . seems pretty hard to go melee i suspect w/ fwe making everything so lethal,, but hey i feel it might be fun to try and i can always tone down the settings if it doesnt work out.

Other than fallout 3 I play mtg like . all the time, and right now ive been playin w/ some monoblue list thats popular in standard atm just 'cuz mtga is hard and i already had most of the cards for that? and my other more fun deck is my oni-cult anvil thing ive been messing with pretty much since the card released? mechanized warfare came out w/ the latest set and its Nice. Also I have a couple mishras and dragon engines but i havent managed to meld yet. Still solid cards on their own though I dropped a mishra on a board where i had two anvils running for a while and abt a million 1/1s so i just swung out w/ em and drained my opponents life to nothing? realllll nice. (they had too many creatures of their own for me to actually be attacking before then so i just . accumulated lil dudes to keep the ground gummed up a while, which was working well enough)

Other than those decks .. I do play my anax deck in historic brawl pretty regularly, and I mean mechanized warfare was a good upgrade there as well, for obvious reasons. Monored would Love to do 1 more damage with everything! Also put phyrexian dragon engine in there too, 'cuz like . yay card draw, yay 3 mana 2/2 doublestrike? ... come to think im not sure i have ox of agonas in there, maybe I should add that one too,, oh one more recent upgrade wasnt from the new set but i only recently crafted a copy of fable of the mirror breaker, so I put that in as well.

oh uhm . when i can actually look at myself without feelin sorta bad is pretty good? like . i shaved recently and after a while of neglecting that it feels Loads better to see my reflection yknow? so uh. when i look . softer . i guess. is nice. ... I really need hormone meds huh?

i was gonna say my friends bc like . obviously? but that still is a cheat answer bc duh of course my friends make me happy? love yall! so instead I'll mention,, i finally started reading gideon the ninth recently? and? its really good so far? ive only read like two chapters but im havin a good time w/ it. Totally gotta keep reading soon.

#asks #norabee #i dont really pass chain things like this along so uh. i wont? #sorry 4 getting a bit carried away here aha i can talk abt games forever sometimes

[cloudsrust]

YOU LIEGE !! What are you favs pokemons / dream team ?? Also your Ingo is so UGGGGH BEAUTIFUL !! Like the way you draw noses/mouths, of COURSE it was going to fit him I stimmed so hard when I saw you did art of the them

yOUUU- you have no idea what you have unleashed.. but first! Better answer to the second part first- Aaaaa- thank yOUU!! But I gotta play a "No u" card because the way you draw the twins is just so adorable and I just.. they just- I wanna hold them gently like scrunglies (affectionate),, Now! For the first part :D ...*pulls out their list of dream teams for all generations from 2 to 8 and clears throat*

Gen2 Cyndaquil (I love its final evo but that cute lil' face- m a n.), Mareep (sheep <3), Natu (it just a lil' guy with 'em big eyes, love it for 'em), Smeargle (Painter goat painter goat painter g-), Sneasel (..yeah,,), Glingar (adorable creacher that attaches to your face <3) Gen3 Banette (they got that creepy/cute look to 'em- perfection), Dusknoir (..PMD's fault), Absol (childhood fave that stayed sob), Trapinch (it reminds me of Conductor so it's a must lmao), Sableye (lil' gremlin,,), Mawile (I love how its based off the Two-Mouthed Woman yokai-) Gen4 Luxray (ultimate childhood fave who stayed), Honchcrow (Big bird with fancy hat, hell yeah), Shiny!Roserade (a childhood dream I could only get in PLA </3), Toxicroak (frug), Magmortar (I... I have no idea why I like 'em. They just neat), Empoleon (the design is just cool as heck) Gen5 Garbodoor (trash beloved <3), Volcarona (reminds me of butterfly silkworms ;w;), Reuniclus or Gothitelle (why must you divide my faves like this GameFreak??), Scolipede (yet another cool bug I'd show around), Chandelure (it's just an absolute yes, I love that gothic chandelier), Scrafty (the way it has to keep up its "skin-pants" is just adorable idk,,) Gen6 Delphox (gives me wood sorceress vibes and I live for it), Aegislash (eh oh cool ghost sword go brr), Shiny!Sylveon (them colors just speak for themselves <3), Goodra (goopy dragon- y e a), Noivern (bat dragon?? Sign me up), Pumpkaboo (just a wittle pumpkin- that'se it) Gen7 Decidueye (can't say no to a cloak+hood combo-), Lurantis (mantids appreciator) , Salandit (that face says it all), Mimikyu (I even got a plushie of 'em so of course it's here <3), Alolan!Muk (eh oh multicolored slime), Pyukumuku (it's friend shaped) Gen8 Inteleon (Honestly I'd put its entire evo line, I love all of its awkward phases), Shiny!Obstagoon (yeah. Just yeah.) , Runegrigus (its like a funky rock I'd bring home. That happens to be possessed), Mr.Rime (just a polite looking funky dude), Dracozolt (it looks so happy yet so awkward! 11/10), Appletun (even more friend shaped). Extra!

Complete dream team for PLA ;;w;; (The Zoroark ended up being named Crimson- forgor to screenshot that.)

#the cloud can speak oh boi #I'm sorry for how long it took AND how long it is but- #Aaaa answering this made me so happy!! #I had an excuse to go through the various generation's pokèdex to refresh my memory and oughhhh free serotin all around;; #aa- I'm happy bouncing ;w;

[transmascfrankiero]

all of mcr’s songs ranked out of ten based on whether or not you can strip to them:

romance: could work if you were going for a Super Melancholy smiths-esque vibe but overall too slow and pretty. 1/10

honey: headbanger soundtrack to showcase your revenge body to ur ex. bonus points for underlying ‘gonna murder shitty boyfriend’ context thanks to audition-inspired video. but slightly too angry to be seductive. 5/10

vampires: too goth, too many feelings. reminds me of pot dreads frank. would not work. 0/10

drowning lessons: this song is cursed and cannot be listened to in public unfortunately 0/10

sorrows: if u were going to do a strip routine while beating the shit out of someone for trying to stealing ur tip money this would be a gr8 choice 6/10

halos: it’s about blowing your own head off and taking too many pills to cope w/ wanting to die all the time. 0/10

turnstiles: please do not!!! strip!!! to a song!!! about 9/11!!!! what is wrong w/ you!!! -100000000/10

monroeville: if u were doing a private lil strip dance for your george a. romero-obsessed s.o. where u both cry over the idea of having to kill the other person b/c they turned into a zombie then sure??? but other than that no. .5/10

best day ever: ehhhhhh. too fast. kinda weird to get sexy to unless u have a hospital kink. 0/10

cubicles: wow the thought of doing a strip routine to a song about pining for ur coworker who doesn’t know u exist is too sad to even joke about -20/10

demolition lovers: it’s a long song but it’s got cool tempo changes for variety and if u got the stamina then go for it. 4/10

helena: so, like, i get it. it’s a bop. u could dance to this beat for sure. the costumes and color scheme from the video make for gr8 stage pictures and the dancing corpse lady is v pretty. i could understand why if u were doing an emo strip routine u would want to use helena. but please for the love of all that is holy do NOT strip to a song gerard way wrote about his dead grandmother okay i am BEGGING you -∞/10

give ‘em hell kid: FUCK YEAH YOU LOOK PRETTY WALKIN DOWN THE STREET IN THE BEST DAMN DRESS U OWN. 10/10

to the end: this would be a hilarious choice for a bachelor party ngl 7/10 for that alone

prison: absolutely you could strip to this song but u gotta COMMIT okay u gotta light something on fire onstage and challenge gender norms while screaming your head off 8/10 but only if ur not a coward

i’m not okay: it’s a bop, but can u strip to it? no. 0/10

ghost of you: mikey way did not die on a beach in fake normandy for u to strip to ghost of you. seek help -5/10

jetset life: dude this song like. actually works??? for a strip routine??? so long as you don’t actually listen to the words, from a musical perspective, u could totally strip to this 10/10

interlude: what kinda weird catholic shame kink do u need to have to strip to this song. also it’s too short and too pretty. -5/10 (unless ur into catholic shame idk)

venom: this would require such a high energy routine but if u can make being sweaty work then this is a gr8 choice 7/10

hang ‘em high: this is a BATSHIT INSANE choice for a strip routine but if u want to do it then PLEASE do. i like ur style. 8/10

deathwish: u can strip to this only if u introduce ur routine by dedicating it to everyone who ever said eyeliner on dudes was gay. 5/10

cemetery drive: i think not. 0/10

never told you: if u are a highly theatrical highly murderous stripper then yes definitely 7/10

desert song: this song is Way Too Beautiful to strip to sorry you can’t have it -300/10

the end.: the only sexy thing about this song is how good gerard’s voice sounds so no. 0/10

dead!: this is a bold fucking choice but u have to play your cards just right. high risk high reward but SO much to potentially get wrong 6/10

how i disappear: u could. but why. 2/10

sharpest lives: holy SHIT yes ABSOLUTELY u should strip to sharpest lives. the drama. the beat. the spy rock guitar that frank accidentally nailed. this is one of THE choicest options from their catalog. why aren’t u stripping to this right now 50000000/10

wttbp: cute idea but don’t actually 0/10

i don’t love you: again, a bold fucking choice. u could strip to this in an edgy, meta sort of way but it’s missing the trashy factor so it’d have to be part performance art and part strip routine. if ur into that then totally 5/10

house of wolves: i mean i would pay money to see someone strip to this song so 7/10

cancer: LMAO YIKES -2000000/10

mama: this would be GLORIOUS if u fully embraced the sheer insanity and went Bonkers in Fuckin Zonkers burlesque-show-in-hell w/ it. 100/10 but u gotta pound the floor wailing at some point

sleep: i’m conflicted on this one like on the one hand it’s a good tempo for stripping but on the other hand it’s a song about being cruel to ur loved ones in order to force distance between u and them b/c you’re terrified of them getting hurt and it being all your fault. so maybe don’t strip to this one actually 0/10

teenagers: a bop w/ a great beat and fun costume ideas from the video but two major drawbacks being 1. ur getting naked to a song about teenagers which is uhhhh sort of Inappropriate and 2. it’s kind of also about school shooters which is also Inappropriate to get naked to. 0/10

disenchanted: why would u want this. you sad fuck. idek what to say except if you want to strip to this song i’m crying on your behalf -100000000/10

famous last words: don’t????? don’t. Do Not. stop that. -12/10

blood: this is HILARIOUS omg please strip to blood 10/10

kill all your friends: sure?? no objections but it’s an odd choice. this goes for the demo too. 2/10

heaven help us: if u want to strip to this then you definitely just read unholyverse for the first time and while u are valid, Don’t 0/10

my way home is through you: not an especially sexy song but it’s fun!! you do you 3/10

astro zombies (cover): uhhhhhh it’s a no from me dawg. i’d be thinking about danzig, like, the whole time. 0/10

desolation row: sure but u gotta be willing to get punched in the face by the riot squad for maximum effect 4/10

common people (cover): just b/c gerard would strip to britpop doesn’t mean u can. 0/10

emily: NO!!!! -50000/10

party at the end of the world: nah. 0/10

not that kind of girl: literally please consider the subject matter of this song and rethink ur life choices. -10/10

all the angels: it’s a cool song but don’t strip to it that’s weird -2/10

jack the ripper: you and the person who wants to strip to astro zombies can go sit in the suicidegirls corner together how about that. 0/10

na na na: a banger!! strip away my friend 9/10

bulletproof heart: a good song but not a strip song 1/10

sing: sorry this song is [REDACTED] it gets no score

planetary (go!): you could try to strip to this but it’s such a classic four-on-the-floor that i think you’d end up just regular dancing to it and forget to be sexy so 4/10

the only hope for me is you: are you doing a strip tease for michael bay. stop. put ur shirt back on shia lebeouf 0/10

party poison: like this is a hilarious option and i support you but realistically it’s pretty fast for a strip song 3/10

save yourself, i’ll hold them back: this is a safe option. Too Safe. almost soulless. a person who’d strip to this would avoid eye contact the entire time and never smile and later when you went out for a smoke break you’d overhear them on the phone with their ex arguing over child support payments. 4/10

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w: the more i think about it the more fun the idea of stripping to this becomes so i say go for it 6/10

summertime: i’m Certain that gerard would prefer if you didn’t -5/10

destroya: is this objectively the best mcr song to strip to? Absolutely. it’s got everything you could possibly want right down to built-in moans and fever dream drums. but the only person in the universe who Can Must and Should strip to this song is gerard. sorry them’s the breaks. ∞/10 but only if you’re gerard way

kids from yesterday: don’t. 0/10

vampire money: 100% yes you should strip to this. bonus points for stealth twilight references 1000000/10

we don’t need another song about california: do i like this song? yes. is it sexy? no. 0/10

black dragon fighting society: i can’t understand what the FUCK gerard is saying in this song AT ALL so i can’t recommend that u strip to it b/c i have no fucking idea what it’s ABOUT 0/10

f.t.w.w.w.: i mean. this song is about eating pussy. and robots that are built specifically to fuck. so yes you can strip to this but you gotta dress up like a pornbot 100/10

mastas of ravencroft: again i cannot understand most of the fucking words and the ones i do understand are something something RICKETY BONES RICKETY HANDS so like. probably not the one 0/10

boy division: i could go either way on this one like it’s really fast but it’s also about cocaine so??? 3/10

tomorrow’s money: while this song slaps overall violent nihilism does not a strip song make 1/10

ambulance: no. 0/10

gun.: antiwar messages are sexy but not the right kind for stripping 1/10

the world is ugly: PLEASE no. 0/10

the light behind your eyes: oh my god this is so DEPRESSING why would you want to strip to this who hurt you -2000000/10

kiss the ring: yes yes yes it’s got built-in audience participation conceit factor if u let ur audience kiss ur ring, totally works 10/10

make room!!!: again, slaps, but not a strip song 1/10

surrender the night: dude we talked about this!!! dying violently w/ ur loved ones is Not Sexy!!! 0/10

burn bright: i guess you could strip to this but again it’s Too Safe tread carefully 3/10

fake your death: i want frank iero to strip to this song so i can throw tomatoes at him for being a LYING SACK OF SHIT FOR TWO YEARS i’m not gonna rate this one but frank if ur out there i have a basket of slightly squishy heirloom tomatoes and i am COMING FOR YOU

#mcr #this is the dumb post idea #i spent like an hour on this lmao

[spell-card-fusion]

Taking Charge

An awful smell hits your nostrils as you make your way through Green Hill Zone; It completely upset what SHOULD be a very pleasant experience of breezing through the forest covered part of your sister’s home. 

The smell however is nothing new, so you don’t really notice it. In fact, even if there being a smell at all is kind of upsetting, you are grateful. The pollution isn’t as heavy on these parts of South Island, making it so that the sky is actually blue. All things considered it’s one of the better places to be, so long as you stayed away from the sea and desert areas. 

You decided from an early age that you’d be grateful for the small victories, but not complacent enough to accept defeat. Your sister taught you that.

Your twin tails make a pleasant and comforting sound behind you as you propel yourself forward towards her home. You’re hoping to have a good time today, again, you try to value good times when they come.

Your name is Ellie “Tails” Copper (the fox). Even though you are eight years of age it is only today you’ll be visiting your sister’s home for the first time.

You’re sure it’s gonna be a rad time.

You’re checking some info on your Ellie Electric. The Ellie Electric is a recent invention, sort of your attempt at replicating Aunt Sally’s “Nicole”. You’re very proud of it, and basically never leave home without it. You tap the screen a few times checking over the coordinates. You don’t actually need to do this as you have photographic memory, but it eases this annoying feeling of anxiety you have.

Eventually you don’t have to look though. You look up to see...Perhaps the largest plane you have ever seen. This thing is massive!! You doubt it was made for Mobians OR Humans. And you don’t think Seedrians would make something like this either!

Maybe Black Arms? Though the thought of those being here and leaving such a thing behind is concerning to you. You don’t want Mobius to end up like Earth.

Oh! You’ve been spacing out while thinking about all this, trying to work it out in your head, a way too common ocurrance. You really need to stop getting lost in your own thoughts, that’s how he gets you.

You take one last look at your surroundings before you knock the door. No badniks around, but you can still see the ominous tower of Prison Hill at the distance. 

You knock on the plane’s door, once. You don’t have time to think about knocking a second time when it opens, just like that.

Standing in front of you, just slightly taller than you is your big sister, Roll The Hedgehog. 

She looks great as always. All bright and blue, shooting you a sharp toothed friendly smile. Her quills styled in a mohawk, but kept big and long enough that she can still curl into a ball. She wears green shades on her forehead, a leather jacket with sleeves torn off, and a red running jumpsuit with a stylized symbol of two blue stars. The Freedom Fighter’s Symbol. You wear one too on a pin on your bomber jacket.

“oh slam!! ellie copper coming through!” She says in a fun tone of voice while making way for you to enter her home. You laugh, she always makes this joke but it always gets you anyway. A sister joke. It helps that you love hearing your new name.

“nice one! keep ‘em rolling sis!” You joke back, and she laughs way too loud so you know it gets her. You slap some double fives as you make your way in to keep it cool. She slaps HARD though but you pretend it’s no biggie.

“welcome to the rolling thunder lil’ gal!” The Rolling Thunder being, of course, what she calls her crib.

Honestly you have mixed feelings about the place. The walls are covered in honestly very cool grafitti depicting all manner of radical words such as “Juice” and “Jam”. Stylized pictures of stars, guitars and other cool stuff. But also a graffiti mural of the old Green Hill Zone on one wall. 

The place is undeniably messy though, and dark. The lights didn’t work and it was kind of dusty in here. There was furniture, but all the couches were torn no doubt by Roll’s quills, and you knew the fridge and microwave didn’t work. It occurs to you that if Roll wants to shower she likely has to turn to the dirty contaminated Beach water.

It was the reality many Mobians lived, but Roll rarely- if ever complained, not these days anyway.

You notice it actually smells pretty nice in here however, so you can’t complain.

You are snapped from your in depth thoughtstream by Roll snapping her fingers in front of you. To anyone else that might seem rude but you actually really appreciate it.

“oh!! it’s pretty sweet in here- smells pretty nice too!!”

Roll’s grin turns into a soft smile. She closes the door behind her. “yeah it’s from my hangspace- come here i’ll show you! it’s honestly the best part of this place”

She leads you to another room, and a specific seat. Must have been from a lower class section of the plane. She kicks a seat and it opens up to reveal a slide. She waves you over, curling into a ball and letting herself fall. You just decide to slide down instead. 

You feel like you should be having more fun with this slide, but honestly? You feel like maybe you outgrew stuff like this. You’re more focused on why there’s an underground base under this crash site at all.

You thankfully don’t have enough time to get lost in your thoughts when you are surprised by all the green you see.

No, not just green. Yellow and Blue and Red and all sorts of colourful plantlife. Grass and flowers everywhere, far underground. The air is free of pollution and honestly it’s a bit overwhelming, in a good way. There’s small lamps everywhere, no doubt charged with battery power that are giving certain plants light. How much would those cost? You know Roll isn’t doing the best money wise.

You put the money concerns aside for now. Aunt Sal drags her enough about that as it is.

“It’s like a little greenhouse!!” You say with some pretty genuine excitement in your voice. You do this just in time to notice the guitar in the corner of the room, which Roll reaches for and starts fiddling with, testing the strings. The guitar looks incredibly worn out. 

“it is!!! this is where i like to nap, and jam- these lil’ guys love all kinds of rockin’ tunes, they like to party it up like it’s the new millenium!! i just jump in and start playin’ and these lil’ dudes sway and dance all day. it’s pretty chill”

She then points to the tallest flower in the garden. A blue spiky one.

“I call this one Roll The 2nd. I love her!!” She then points the the SECOND tallest flower, an orange one. “This one is Tails Squared- because you’re a square!”

She jokes while ruffling your hair, you grumble a bit. You don’t actually mind at all though.

“They’re very cool!!! Not many places with clean air in this planet....Hey- Roll?”

“What’s up sis-not-cis?”

“I was wondering if-” You laugh, you just got that. “HANG ON WHAT- SISNOT-” That freaking GOT you. You’re on the grass, laughing. Roll looks pretty smug from up there.

“you good there ellie?” She says, lightly pressing the top of her shoe against your arm in a mock kick. “did you just die from my mondo groucho humour?”

You laugh harder. Eventually you stop and you get up. She looks like she’s queen of the world from how smug she is just for making someone laugh.

“Okay so- so- hang on” You need time to catch your breath “I was wondering if maybe this thing could fly again?”

She shakes her head, once. “Nah! That’d probs give me away to the local Egg Boss. Aint want one of those shellmunchers on my tail, y’know?”

“Oh..”

“Although...” She puts a hand to her chin. “we can’t fly it right now- but getting it flight ready just in case might be a good idea! I’ll have to run it by sal, she’s always ready to fund anything if it gives us a hypothetical advantage, what with the trap cards and mind games and such”

You’re only half listening at that later half because you’re already fiddling with some exposed cables from the wall. Sometimes you just take charge without thinking first, it’s probably a bad ha-

Oh! The lights just turned on!

“OH SLAM!! WHAT?” Roll looks absolutely ecstatic “SIS YOU’RE FREAKING AMAZING-”

Roll cheers and goes on about how she has a fridge and a microwave now. And how much fun you’re gonna have fixing this old place together. Overall you think you did good.

Yeah, this was a fun day. You hope you get days like these more often.

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic au #trans girl sonic #trans sonic #trans girl tails #trans tails

[amphii-writes]

how Shiratorizawa and i would interact head cannons

Hey! this is just how I think I would interact with the team because I know myself better than I know you, the reader! so i’m sorry if these are a bit boring :,)

warning: swearing

God i cant even start on how fucking wild this would be

I feel like for some reason Ushijima would just kinda grab me one day and ask me to be a manager

Id be like uH SURE BIG SCARY MAN because,, like hes fucking tall look at him i dont wanna piss bear man off

So id be chilling and he’d just wait for me outside of my last class like mfker did RESEARCH ON ME

He’d just be like “we must go to the gym now” and id just be fucking QUAKING

AND THEN I SEE ANOTHER TALL SCARY MAN BUT THIS TIME ITS FUCKIN TENDOU

Id be shitting in my pants like,,, dude fuck this, like id be “thinking of all my routes of escape and not notice tendou trying to talk to me” fuck this

My dumbass would be snapped out of my fucking daydream by ushijima calling me rude and id just EVAPORATE

Soul?: gone. Dead?: as hell. Cheeks?: clapped

I feel like tendou would get the idea and try to calm me down and ushijima would stand there like ???

We’d get there and id be met with goshiki- a tall mama’s boy and just feel relieved

God id be so happy to see someone not absolutely fucking scary

Id meet the team and be as nice as possible, i feel like tendou would call me miracle-chan or something cause “it's a miracle you accepted the position from Ushiwaka”

Bro semi is the resident pretty boy of the team so i wouldn't be able to talk to him for at least a week tbh

Pretty boys scare me,, i much prefer sweaty gamer boys who give off “i-drink-bathwater” vibes

lMAo SEMI WOULD BE SO CONFUSED AND SHIT

Bro id see shirabu’s bangs and,,, fuckin try so hard not to laugh like hun your bangs look like a 3rd grade art project

Mfker said \ aND HIS BARBER JUST LET HIM?? LIKE HUH

Dude id look to goshiki like “dude please god say a joke i need to laugh” and shirabu would say some bullshit and his hair would sway or some shit and id combust

Tendou would 100% find that fucking COMEDY GOLD

Shirabu would think i laughed at his sny remark / roast and not his hair so poggers 

Then they’d invite me to the group chat called “we the SHIT-ratorizawa” (named by tendou)

God ushijima would be like “now that you are our manager i should explain things to you as the captain” and shit

Homeboy,,, i love him a lot but he speaks like a fuCKING PRINTER

I would for sure try to avoid him explaining things to me just because he doesn't seem like,,, he's the best at it

Like he can explain volleyball to me but nothing else

Another thing is that i would totally make bets with tendou and lose most of them because i don't know a lot about volleyball so he’d word things to confuse me and suddenly i have to show up to practice in a cute eagle based outfit cause school spirit or something like that. Like i'd be wearing cute wings and a cute lil lolita dress and poor goshiki would just combust on sight

Tendou would laugh his ass off and ushijima would be like “that is not appropriate clothing for a manager” and i'd explain to him about the bet and then he’d be like “oh, well you look darling. Tendou did a good job” aND JUST LEAVE AFTER DROPPING THAT FUCKIN BOMB ON ME

Goshiki would compliment the outfit so much and be such a gentleman about it and i love that so much

Tendou would feel like hes walking on the fucking clouds, man is for sure a pervert and i know it so he’d be making lewd jokes but he’d make sure im not uncomfortable, which poggers to at least asking me if im okay with that

Shirabu would walk into the gym, see me, and then walk out of the gym no cap

Homie couldn't handle 5’2 manager in a lolita dress with wings

As goshiki said i “Look like an angel” and shirabu is just such a sinner he couldn't handle seeing such a holy being (sarcastically)

So anyways practice went awesomely and i leave

Tendou offers to walk me home cause i'm in an outfit that “men might find appealing” in his words

Lmao one dude would try to talk to me and tendou would just fucking glare and boom problem gone instantly

Tendou is 100% great bodyguard material you can't fight me on something that's 100% correct

Later on the team asks me to wear it to one of their games and not practice cause they find it very cute

I do because i lost a game rock paper scissors against shirabu

Oikawa for sure would notice the fucking chick with wings and get even more pissed. Rip for me and my team

Shiratorizawa won of course, causing oikawa to look absolutely dead on the inside

Ya know Ushijima would be ushijima after the game, like oh cool we won and tendou would be fuckin BALLIN

Tendou would taunt aoba johsai with the dice roll walk and that scares me

I CAN IMAGINE HIM SAYING IN ROUND “hey shawty~” AND DICE ROLLING TO OIKAWA AND JUST FUCKIN WITH EM

Bro id hear baki baki for the first time and just be like ⍢?

ID BE SO SHOOK LIKE WHAT THE FUCK TENDOU THATS NOT COOL

But then again baki baki also kinda slaps so i might hum it from the sidelines

The whole team would celebrate after the game and get food or something

I  would take advantage of the fact that the coaches are using the schools credit card and just get the nicest shit

Tendou also would pull that shit with me lmao

I feel like tendou would bring up the fact that i'm clearly not japanese and ask me if i'm a exchange student

He’d ask me if i knew french or another language and ask me if i could teach him some, Deadass a sweetie about it

Ushijima would ask me about american sports and if volleyball is big in america, would be sad to find out it isn't

Man would fucking hate football so much like im- mfker built like a linebacker too

Thank you for reading! have a good day/evening/night!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #shiritorizawa

[malisonquill]

Hey so I’m gonna write down my thoughts about the first lego movie as I’m watching through it (yet again). Enjoy my ramblings!!

Emmet is so... bABEY!!! D’x he’s too pure for us!!!!

Oh gosh, the first time he sees Lucy ;-; he’s so speechless! That’s real romance and love at first sight right there!!!

Hey, when Emmet’s falling down the hole, he lands on a spike before teetering to the bad/ painful side. But his back comes apart a bit D: Just like when Rex stomps on it! Dude has a problem with getting lots of back related injuries, huh? What with that, this, and getting the piece fused to his back. I wonder if that means he’s got a lot of back scars??

God... the scene where Em’s realises no one knows who he is... ;-; That hopeful look he gives before he told he’s “nothing” breaks my heart every time. 

Hmm... What if Lucy had been delayed, or a bit too late in saving Emmet from the lazer?? >:3 

Damn, they really get us with that slow burn with all the hand holding-teasing huh? xD

Aww, Emmet think’s she’s so cool building that motorcycle :>

Wow, poor babey ;-; he’s so touched to be called special.

Lucy has a grappling hook. Wonder if she got it from Batman?

I love how Lucy can just pick up a whole damn cactus xD

Lucy: “And to think, I was gonna follow you to the end of the universe!” 

^^ Hmm... wonder if Lucy remembered saying that when she was searching for Emmet/ Rex? ;-;

My old extreme love for GCBC has been reawakened >:D

Lord Business: "your Godcop side’s making you soft!” *procedes to remove his face*

^^ I wonder if that’s why they might have found it so important to make themselves tougher during the apocalypse? Maybe thats a connection they could later talk about with Rex?

Pay attention to Emmet in the background at the tavern when Lucy and Vitruvius are talking, he’s doing some funny, dumb shit xD

Emmet: “Yes I am. ... I think.” <- sounds very Rexy when he says that 0-0

Why would Emmet hate pigs??? 

Vitruvius lands on Emmet’s back and that makes him cry out. Wonder if jostling his back like that hurts more cause of the piece?

Vitruivus is definitely a worse teacher compared to Rex

Aww, Lucy holds Emmet when he’s shouting Owie! :’D

Given how nice Emmet is, he’s surprising antagonistic/ passive aggressive to Batman. Like “Oh nooo(!) You’re boyfriend’s gone(!)” When  he just met him xD Even sweet Emmet has jealous/ envious tendencies? 0-0

hmm that’s ^^ probably because he’s just instantly fallen in love with someone, someone who’s shown him a slight bit of interest (more than he’d been shown before) and he doesn’t want to lose that. Or like, he wants that to himself?

Hmm, Rex got used to listening to loud music like batman

All the bad qualities Emmet says in his speech to the master builders, Rex corrected in himself

Lucy: “I need you (Batman) to have a better attitude!” And so she got her a man with a better attitude ;)

“(The double decker couch) is the one thing that stayed together!” <- because Emmet is a construction worker and knows how to build stuff to last?

Metalbeard yells everything, probably would be a good thing for Rex who’s hard of hearing :>

Did they make Lando Bi? xD Cause he seems into both Lucy and Batman!! 

Lucy hates goodbyes, yet Batman just goes off without explanation ;-;

Emmet: “You put on this tough act. But I don’t think that’s you... Not the real you, anyway.” <- hmmm OwO that line gives me Dangerstyle ideas.... 

Emmet is crying.

This hurts me :’c

OuCh D: Poor Ems getting the piece off of him 3: Bet that could leave a mark

Wow man... Emmet’s self sacrifice is so moving D’x He’s scared and sad, but does it anyway. So he did become brave huh ;-; (And yet none of the Apocalyspeburgers/ masterbuilders help him in the second one??? Im sorry but, dICKS! D:< At least a lil bit xD)

 asdfghkkl!!! I LOVE BADCOP TO THE RESCUE!!!

S P A C E S H I P !!!!!!!!

Im gonna ignore the fact that Emmet can do a crazy spining jig in the Man Upstairs Realm, yet Rex got trapped on Undar. Tho I can think of why that makes sense, but meh, im not writing that here xD

Oh yeah! Emmet doing a master breaking landing!! >:3

Emmet’s doing that “bustin’ heads” thing on the robots from Rex’s title cards >:D

oh no.... Emmet’s speech D’:>

Emmet: “You... dont have to be... the bad guy. .... Because you are the special. And so am I. and so is everyone. .... And you still... can change everything.”

What if at the end of the second movie, Emmet and Lucy had both said more of that speech, and at the end there, they’d said something to Rex like: “And you still... can change everything... Even yourself.” 

Closing thoughts:

I loved the music throughout. The different versions of the themes are great!

The animation is gorgeous!!!!!!!! And perfect!!!!! And so realistic!!! And it’s amazing its all cgi, even things like Ghost Vitruvius! They put so much effort into making him float so crappily!!! xD

Everything that Emmet and the others go through makes thinking about Rex even more sad :’)

Conclusion:

The movie is still and absolute masterpiece and I love EVERYTHING!!!!!!!

#mali speaks #mali's adventures #lego movie #emmet brickowski #wyldstyle #GCBC #rex dangervest

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Makeover fic. This is for my love. It's long but I'm a try to fit this into 2 parts because I'm stubborn. @amethyst1993

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Part 1

Ken slurped the overflow of her grape crush soda from the top of the aluminum can and wiped the spill from the counter with her hoodie sleeve before pouring it into a red solo cup to fizz down. Erik, Shawn, and Travis were already in the living room with the TV on CBS and she could hear the superbowl commercials. “Ken, bring the nachos and hurry up,” Travis yelled and she snatched up the tray of cheesy chicken and jalepeno goodness balancing it on top of the pizza box.

“Why is Erik the only one in here who knows how to cook anything beyond ramen,” Ken wondered aloud dropping the goods onto the living room table before pushing her glasses back up onto her nose and taking her seat on the couch next to Shawn.

“Because y'all filthy niggas useless outside of good company,” Erik smirked grabbing a hot slice of pepperoni pizza while everyone else went for his homemade chicken nachos. Gnawing on a well-seasoned piece of chicken, Ken belched but continued her chew, watching the screen.

“Aye, but why can't you cook, Ken, wasn't your mom real traditional? I remember she made you wear them loafers and them catholic dresses with the tights when we were in middle school,” Travis chuckled reminiscing.

“Oh yeaah, them Throwback Thursday pics she posted. I seen em, she had the James Brown perm and then the two stick out braids like Snoop Dogg,” Shawn cackled and the room broke out into jokes.

“Akiki,” Ken mocked not finding any of it funny. “My hair was stiff because it was damaged that's why I cut it to my scalp. It grew back..” It was pulled straight back into a low bun at the back of her head as they spoke. She always wore a headwrap, however, so to their credit, they probably forgot she had hair.

“Oooo, aye Erik, remember when that girl you was with last year around February thought she was a nigga and tried to get at her? Big Ken almost took your girl,” Travis grinned as the football game finally returned. Ken sighed at the memory. It hadn't been so funny to her when it happened. It was confusing because as far as she was concerned she presented herself as a woman and it was obvious what she was. Irritated, she stuffed her mouth with a pizza slice and licked her fingers, wiping the residue on her baggy wide-legged jeans.

“I tried to forget. That one hurt my pride,” Erik scoffed.

“It's cool man, you still that nigga. You'll get her next time. She still on campus,” Shawn laughed good naturedly, elbowing Ken in the side, which was practically titty meat too. He didn't seem to notice then an odor hit Ken's nostrils and her face twisted in disgust. “My bad,” Shawn laughed, “It's the cheese.” Ken tried to fan the foul odor back in his direction.

“That's okay, I'll do you one better,” she said lifting an asscheek off the couch and ripping a ripe one.

“Dammit, nigga,” he coughed and Travis and Erik laughed. That was Sunday night.

A few weeks later, she was at the mall leaving Old Navy and saw a fine dude from her school's campus shopping in the Footlocker looking at a pair of New Balance sneakers. He caught her eye because he was tall and brown with a track runner's build, and had nice thick curly hair. She hesitated on whether she should approach him, afraid to be turned down and embarrassed. She knew for a fact that some men could be cruel when it came to women they weren't attracted to. Finally, she worked up the courage and she walked over to him. “Hey, um, you go to MIT.. So do I. I saw you from outside of the store and I thought you were attractive so I came over to see if I could get to know you and get your number.. something?” she spoke hopefully with a friendly smile on her face. His eyebrows rose as his mouth opened and closed, a bad sign.

“I… I mean.. I actually can't?” He squinted in apology, but Ken couldn't show her disappointment. “I'm kinda… already seeing someone,” he added, “...but thanks tho!” Nodding with a polite smile, Ken walked away but when she saw the same guy again, she was close enough to hear him shooting his shot at a girl who was with a group of her friends, all of them pretty like divas. She peeked out of the corner of her eye at her reflection in a random store’s glass window. Something inside of her was deeply hurt, but she didn't want to explore it and have the feelings break her down in public where she stood. She definitely didn't look like them. There was a reason why she never got male attention.. why no one ever asked her out or looked her way.. and she wanted them to.. badly! She hadn't gone to prom. She didn't go on dates. She still had her v-card and none of it was because it's what she truly wanted. She wanted love and magic. She wanted to feel wanted, admired, and pretty even if it was just one time. It was lonely being the only girl in a group of guys, especially when the group would get around other girls who they viewed as actual women. She was treated differently then by the men and the women as though she didn't belong in either category. It was an awkward feeling, being considered as sexless and unattractive. She didn't like it one bit, but what could she do? The only thing that came to mind was to call her best friend. Who else would she call?

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"Wassup, Big Ken, what's this about," he asked walking into the kitchen as she followed. The smell of roasted potatoes wafted through the air.

"My bad, E, I didn't mean to interrupt you in the middle of dinner," she paused hunching over the counter. He looked over.

"Nah, you good bro. What was the 911?" He fixed his food, passing her to sit down and she took a deep breath.

"So, yeah, um.. You date a lotta women right?" He looked at her like she had three eyes.

"You tryna get hooked up? You ain't had to come over here for that. You could've called and I'd have s--"

"No, I don't need a hookup, Erik! I'm trying to ask you something, but you can't laugh. Just say yes or no." He waved his hand as if saying get on with it and she decided it was best to just blurt it out. "Erik, do you think I'm pretty?" Silence. He blinked in confusion and she sighed almost regretting her question since he couldn't even give her a straight answer.

"Excuse me?" That meant no. "Do I think you.. pretty? Define pretty.. I'm just saying.. pretty how because you not a ugly nigga you just need..," he shrugged hesitantly, "You the homie-" That was the last thing Ken wanted to hear.

"Nevermind, just stop.. please," she groaned walking away.

"What's wrong with you, you acting weird. You good?" He was genuinely concerned, she could hear it in his tone so she turned to face him again.

"I need you to help me. I don't know what to do. I'm not a nigga, I'm a woman and I'm tired of having that ignored. I wanna be pretty too where no one has to think about it."

He kisses his teeth, "Nig--Ken," he corrects, "You got personality and a good heart, don't you think that's better than looking pretty?" She thought about it for humor's sake.

"As smart as cool as I am... Would you date me?" She waited. He opened his mouth, with no words so she filled in the blank for him. "No, you wouldn't because I'm a nerd and I'm not pretty like the girls you date that get love and attention AND prettyboys like you to give it to them! I wanna be hot, Erik. I want to find love. You've never been in my shoes so you don't understand, but--" He waved again to cut her off.

"Nah, I get it. I mean, just looking at you now I could come up with a few suggestions. My only condition is that you gotta be on-board with all the changes I suggest." As long as the end justified the means, she would handle it.

"Done," she agreed quickly. Shortly after, she left.. content with his promise to clear his schedule for the following day. No classes for either of them.

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"Your makeover starts today," Erik stressed standing over her. They were in a nail salon and Ken was laying back on a thin leather bed that she felt she was too heavy for, it was tipping and didn't want to hold her straight and level. A tiny Asian woman approached with a paper mask over her mouth.

"You want top lip, honey," the short woman asked. "N-" Ken started before Erik took over. "Yes. First, you need to wax them caterpillars she calls eyebrows, then that lil peach fuzz mustache, her hairy ass mannish armpits, and.." he turned to Ken moving her face from side to side, "Are you secretly Ashanti and ain't tell no one?" Her confusion cleared when he told the lady to wax her "longass sideburns".

She hissed, almost crying when the waxing strip ripped off of her top lip. A tear escaped and ran toward her ear. "C'mon Ken, you tougher than that. It can't hurt that bad. You see all these scars I got? You gotta suffer for what you want."

"Nigga I'm not like you, I don't get off on pain," she groaned angrily. He kissed his teeth.

"I told you that in secret.. damn. Just for that give her a bikini wax too, I know she got a wolf pussy." Ken flinched already afraid, but a Erik left the room giving her the necessary privacy. He could hear her pain from outside of the room and he cringed imagining his balls being snatched.

"Wax his armpits," Ken commanded when he'd finally re-entered. His body was already pretty much hairless.

"Hell no.. No.. Pfft," he shook his head but somehow he ended up with a strip on his underarm. He grunted, steeling himself when it was snatched off. "Ffffuck," he whispered.

"See," she laughed, still tender all over. When it was over and she'd been rubbed with alcohol she looked in the mirror and saw an extreme difference in her face. "Don't touch it, your fingers dirty," Erik scolded when her hand went up. "You got Flinstone fingers," he frowned. Her nails were bitten down, but it was a habit that was hard to break. He dragged her to a chair and chose a nail color.. hot pink. "Super girly," he prefaced sitting it on the table. It was her first time getting acrylics. They felt weird on her fingers, but she found herself moving her hands more when she spoke and maneuvering them gently so not to break her new nails. "Now them dogs," he said pointing to her sneakers.

She scoffed, "You might want me to keep these shoes on unless they got a chainsaw and a sander back somewhere." He rolled his eyes.

"Nigga, that's why you need it, so your feet don't look like you been kicking glass and bricks. Also, no more dairy. Pretty girls don't fart so you gotta stop that nasty shit.. I've yet to have a girl pass gas in my presence. Plus dairy is bad for your skin. No belching either or at least excuse yourself."

"I feel like I'm Anne Hathaway at princess lessons," she chuckled. Next was hair. Erik knew a girl who worked at a beauty salon/barbershop and he also knew the girl would do anything he asked so he called her and she picked up giving him a time to come by.

"I actually canceled a lady's appointment just to give you this spot. I know this lady is pissed as fuck at me..," she rubbed Erik's chest with her nails, "So you owe me..." she whispered seductively. Ken decided to mind her business and she sat in the chair, watching Erik's back as he left. While Erik was gone, Ken started talking to the stylist. Her name was Melissa and she was head over heels for Erik. She was also really good at hair. Ken's hair had been brought to life. She was rocking bantu knots and her edges were swooped for the first time. She absolutely loved her edges and she'd purchased the gel that Erik's girl used to slick it. Erik was also impressed and he slipped Melissa a cheek kiss, turning to look at you. "What you waiting on Ken? Pay the woman."

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Clothes were next. He went over to Ken's place and went through her closet thoroughly throwing out her old beaten shoes and worn out hoodies. If it was dingy, baggy, or with holes, he trashed it with some resistance from her. She didn't want to let go. He had to remind her of their deal in order for her to back off. She was left with a few pairs of jeans and half the number of shirts. His next move was to take her shopping.. for bras and lingerie. He made her get fitted and buy her size.

"Just in case you get lucky. You wanna be ready," he encouraged, pulling various sets for her to buy. She seemed awkward about it but he was used to lingerie shopping and knew his way around. "If it comes down to it, you wear this shit right here and let that nigga rip it off you. You gotta be cute with it though. You know how girls be acting coy like they shy but you know they ain't?" He chuckled looking for dap, but when she only stared, he remembered that she didn't wanna be looked at as one of the boys anymore. "My bad, Ken.."

"While we're on that, I'd prefer it now on if you all called me Kendra," she said rolling her eyes. Erik threw his hands up, relenting. He followed her as she payed for the undergarments and then she allowed him to drag her into other stores.

"These pants are too small, I need a few sizes up or a longer shirt to pair with it," Ken grunted in the changing room as she struggled.

"Let me be the judge. It looks sloppy when you wear all that baggy shit. I always figured you just ain't care." It took her a while, but the changing room door opened and she walked out awkwardly, jumping and yanking at the jeans he'd given her to try on. His jaw dropped but she didn't notice. He was thankful for that.

"DAMN," he gasped, "Where all them thighs come from? ....Turn around?" He hissed like he was in pain when she turned and her ass was sitting like two globes fighting each other. She jumped and her ass shook as she tried to wiggle. Her waist was more tapered than he thought and that ass... He was speechless, mugging her ass like it was evil. He looked down and he could see his dick getting hard. Oh shit. He grabbed a nearby pair of pants off the return rack to hold in his lap and cover it.

"I need a size up," she sighed and hearing her irritation, he used it as an opportunity to escape without her noticing his erection, going to get the next size up. He couldn't get the sight of her perfect ass out of his head. He'd masturbated to way worse. Nigga, It's Ken, he reminded himself repeatedly. BIG KEN. The image of her belching and farting in competition with Shawn came to mind and it seemed to help him remember who she was, but now he had to deal with what had just happened to him.

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[queencryo]

@silly-go-round is asleep right now.

i guess i should make a journal for the past few days. as good a time as any. as AMY. heh. cuz shes super good and amazing. heh.

uh...... lessee.... for the two days after the last journal i just. hung out at the house while silly worked. i managed to not keep her in bed and make her late the second day. hung out a lot, watched more adventure time, worked on my tumblr filter script (lie. i judt ran it on my main. 200 posts / day is a bitchhhh) , played a good amount of ds3 (to pointof tetris effect at a couple points the nexg few days)

also did some like. helpful tasks. washed some dishes (undone quicklu, but. eh). not enough, mot as much as i shouldve, but... i tried i guess.

alao we've like. said the same thing at the dame time a Lot while ive been here and its like. nice. its really nice. same wavelength! i feel so close go her.

oh! alxo night before last we went grocery shoping. got food for prolly enoygh for the two weeks, but i guess we'll see. also a cheesecake! it was.... echausting. hily fuck it was exhaysting. jesus. the store was big and it took like 3 hours and $200 to get everything but. we did itttt.

we both mentionef that like. it felt nice to like. have a full fridge 2gether. cuz. it feels like were gonna have a futjre togetjer? u know. like that is. i love her a lot and it feels good for this to feel like a home for a little while. we hope that it can be so in tbe future.

so YESTERDAY she finally FINALLY taught me how to play magic the gathering. it was. a long time coming. but she brought me into the store and like. sat me down w some regulars and had me play commander. i played moooostly her snake deck, so like.that was fun!! i kept talki g about how i woulda gotten lorescale Coatl up to 39/39 and flying, had i like. gotten q more turn. but on that game D was running a mill deck that was. extremely long to play (that game took like ~>2 hours ugh), and was very bery annoying, so i didnt get to actually do that.

but it was fun! part of me wants to blog everything, but i dont think i will.

im glad to be able to use silly's decks, bc i dont think i want to make my own. im considering making a cheap angel deck or smth, but we'll see if yhat actually ends up happening.

i also met her girlfriend Iz, who is sweet. i played magic w her fkr a while, which was fun! she was runni g an annoying mono black deck (i kkow all these... these Terms and Words now, its incredible...)

shes sweet and i think i like her. dunno if enough to date yet (which makes me Partially regret flirting w her so much in the groupchat but. hey)

talked w her some, mostly about magic, hung out while silly closed the store, pet her cat, silly discovered that cyddling w TWO girlfriends is very nice (not rhat id know ;;;;;;;), was good times. i dont think im as comfy w izzy physically yet as i may have implied in messages, which hopefully wull be rectified by the message i just sent her (my initial physical comfort with people varies, it depends very much on the person)

skip forward, me and silly make a pizza at home cuz were fuckin tired, she admonishes me for not eating for uh... like 11 hours or smth (that mornings bagel was VERY good tho omg), but adderall, so like... meh.

uh... i dont think anything else on yesterday...

today! we waaamted to go to the store at like. 2. but in actuality got there at like! 330.

i went back to sleep cuz im a losenerd, and she. made this breakfast casserole thing. which hse put into a bagel abd brought to me bc i guess shes the best person on the entire earth oh my GOD. jesus

skip... apparently she knows maximum the hormone and doesnt like them very much... fair fair. (cause for xeath)

came to the store agai. tofay. it was fun and good. iz didnt come in today, do played some more with regulars. played w what is apparently called a blink deck, which revolvea arounf exiling cards then immediately bringing them back, to capitalize on "when this enters battlefield, do smth" cards. neat!

i DID actually manage to win today!!! the victory was. literally handed to me, but like. thats fine! i was playing silly's uhhh... elintor the masked? idr her name :( the mask planewalker! deck, which. i had SO much land, most of wh8ch was enchanfed. meaning it could be tapped then untapped w eljntor's thing, then tapped again for DOUBLE MANA. i mean. i had like 9/turn even b4 that but. BUT. i also had. i think i drew 3 creatures total. bit anyway. i had the white card that gave me a life whenever a creature was put on tge board (and also, w another enchantment, made all non-me creagurss and enchantments enter the board tapped, so. nya). so... rob had a card what dealt one damGe to all other players whenevr he puta. creature on the board. then he played united forces, which lets each player commit X mana to create X 1/1 soldier tokens on all players' boards. so. we made 28 white soldier tokens on everyones board. this killed perry, ans gave me, uh. 56 life (84 - 28). i then attacked ron for 28 w the soldiers, and drew sacred mesa, which lets me sacrifice 2 mana (1 any color, 1 white, but i had so many cards that said "this land can instead be tapped for 2 of any color, so like. ueah) to create a 1/1 flying pegasus token. so i. ended the game w 44 white 1/1 tokens. goblins get fucked.attack w my ssoldiers cuz his were tapped, so brought him down to 7 life. i didng catch what he did w the enchantment, but i think he said he like. put a copy of every creature on my side of the board onto his board, and then. cipying that enchantment 3 times. so. holy FUCK. wow. BUT those all came in tapped and i had 18 flying yokens, so. i still won! yay!!!! i won a game of magic!!!!!

goblin decks scare me. stop running krenko you fucks. exponential goblins goddamn

silly would come by every so often and like. look over my dhoulder and say "oh that was dumb whyd u use fabricate for thay" which is fair. but also god i love her. (i used fabricate for a mana generator insteaf of lightning greaves. whateverrrr) i love her so much dear god. i wish i coukd help w the store more, but. on the same time i also. dont enjoy working. so. maybe part time.

hm. what ekse. oh yeah i kove her so much.

by the end of the night it was just. me and her, rob and the two regulars i started out llaying w yestwrday. theyre sweet, i like them. theyre married. the dude calls me honey smtimes, which is. kinda weird? dunno how i feel about that. i guess fine. its gender-nice, but still a lil uncomfy. otherwise i like em fien, though. but they talked abouy moving into sillys apt. so thats cool!! better than her current (awful, terrible, lazy / horrifically depressed / manchild roomate, who doesnt clean ever) roomate. i was reading the monster of the week gamebook thruout, which i... bought, for some reason. idk. oh also i wanna make a fallen angel divine, because im... predictableeee. also a conspiracy thworist whos just a trans woman w way too much time and really weird hobbies (throwing knices, butterfly knife, net friends, etc). also a spooky. i speny like. 3 hours reading thr7 the monster of the week book while ppl played magic around me. i kinda wish i hadnt bought it, but hey! its neat c:

oh, also i didnt take adderall today. i dont think it went toooo bad, i think i like. was meaner and less thohghtful with what i said, but like. i guess thats better than feared. i took a caffeine pill (200mg) at ariund 10 which is. prolly why im wide awake right now. i regret doing that, sincr from what shes said tmos gonna be big)

she says we gotta be at her moms by 4, for reasons she WONT TELL ME. bit she says its part of one of her plans, i ASSUME the romantic one? im kind of afraid that ill like. no-sell it unwillingly because im abroke and soulless human being, but uh. i guess rhats thw risks we take to be alive :shrug: im excited. were also going to a shop (diff one) tmo, which im Quite excited for, as ive only been in similar shops by accident before. also doing laundry!!! which is important ^_^

oh ysah. so we got white castle on the way home. its. yeah she was r8ght. mediocre-at-best sliders. onions are bad.

we also made a pizza. whifh i ate most of. i overate. sob.

she fell asleep halfway thry an episode of nailed it. cant blame her, she seemed really tired. i hipe i dont disturb her rwst. and i feel so utterly blessed thay i can be around her.

ih!! i also fell down the last few staies ywstersay. bruised my arms, but otherwise fine. it was. idk, it is nice to knoe that others worry fir me and like me. she was very concerned. i love her.

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[mowseries]

Allies Obstruct

=INTRO C: COLLAPSING PEACE=

((Courtesy of @codedhopes & @sirensniper))

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{Meanwhile, in England…}

[It was a peaceful evening as Jack and Kate entered the quiet flat.

The siren sniper gave a smile, her eyes hidden by the sunglasses she typically wore in her Civilian form.]

Kate: An’ here we are! Welcome to yer new digs.

[The recovering newbie fighter awkwardly made his way into the living room, looking around in awe.]

Jack: Man, it sure is nice to be out of the hospital…

[It was much nicer than any place he had lived before he joined up with Greater Dusk, that was for sure.]

Kate: Rent’s been paid for a couple months, so it’s all yours.

Jack: What? Aw, geez, Miss Eight—you didn’t have to do that—

Kate: Aw, maybe not, heh. But yew deserve something nice after all that happened. Give ya some time to let things calm down.

[Since he wasn’t sure how to respond to that, he just followed the tall assassin as she gave him a run-down of the place.]

Kate: This here’s the sitting room, Ah’ guess… bedroom’s over that way; careful about the shower, they have it kinda like a large version of a sink sprayer, real easy t’ get water everywhere…

Kate: -Walking into the kitchen- It’s all pretty small—but that’s standard for somethin’ in Britain.

[Inside the kitchen, there was a large box on the table.]

Jack: ? Uh—what’s in there?

Kate: Oh, just a lil’ somethin’ t’ get ya started. -Grins-

[Jack put down his suitcase.

Despite being a member of a (in)famous (and now banned) battle team, he didn’t really have many belongings. Only the changes of clothes that had been foisted onto him as part of the contract of being a team member… which he hadn’t been allowed to read before signing, of course.]

Jack: -Puts such thoughts aside for now- Let’s see what we’ve got here…

[Kate looked on with a relaxed smile, biting down on a dart as the clumsy combatant fumbled with the wrapping paper. She let him figure out a way to open it on his own; she was just enjoying the downtime.

It was something she didn’t get very often, with her job. Nor had she ever really had anyone other than family to spend it with. But Jack—Jack was different than the others.

As the sponsors were wont to say, he was “a good”—and he deserved nice things.]

Jack: Geez, whatever’s in here has some weight to it—!

[He heaves a large hiking backpack out of the box, looking more than a little surprised.]

Jack: A backpack?

Kate: -Gleeful ping- Yeah, that’s part of it, fer sure.

Jack: Looks like—is that a sleeping bag tied at the top?

Kate: Yup!

Jack: -Inspecting the outside- Wow, it comes with a water bottle and a compass…

[He unzips one of the compartments.]

Jack: Man, you really stuffed this to the gills. Poncho, first aid kit…

Jack: —!

[He pulls out something in clear plastic wrapping, with “Nighthawk Industries” printed on one end.]

Jack: AW SWEET COOL GOGGLES.

Kate: -Amused smile-

[He IMMEDIATELY puts those on—they fit rather nicely once he adjusted the strap—]

Jack: Dude—

Jack: These are like, perfect fit—

Kate: David had ‘em custom made. They’ve got lotsa functionality. Good for protectin’ ‘gainst rain an’ wind, a’ course…

Kate: -Puts her hand to her hip, grinning like crazy- But beyond that…~

Kate: Go look out the window, why don’cha?

[Jack glanced out the window in the kitchen, and Kate abruptly turned off the lights.]

Jack: !!!

Jack: ...? What's this—

Jack: —! OoooooOOHOHO THIS THING HAS NIGHT VISION—

Kate: Bingo~

Jack: So THIS is what the world looks like to you at night! (I feel so damn BADASS—)

Kate: -Turns the light back on- Neat, ain’t it? Lady Ky made those for ya—I put her contact info in yer phone in case you’d like another job of hers…

Jack: …? Uh… -What phone, we don’t have a— - Wait a minute…

[He eagerly starts digging through the rest of the backpack, pulling out the stuffing inside it as he went.

The top of the backpack was a nicely pressed set of casual clothes, shrunk to be airtight to pack in as much as possible. Underneath, there was a small bed roll, some blankets, and a travel/camping pillow.]

Jack: I’m surprised you didn’t put a whole tent in here, too…

Kate: Pup’s still workin’ on something that will fit but be spacious when you pop it out. He says you should just get a Spinarak an’ teach it Secret Power, an’ it’ll be even better than a tent.

Jack: Heh…

[Going through the pockets, he pulled out some maps, a small radio, a burner phone, and a wallet.]

Jack: ? -Peeks inside the wallet, curious-

Jack: !!! (That is—! A lot of gift cards! And–and cash, too?) You… -Kind of speechless-

[The sniper strode over and put her hand to his shoulder, giving a reassuring smile.]

Kate: One of these days, you’ll get outta here, Jackie. Be ready for a new life, what with GD not around anymore. That’s fer you to use t’ get around… pick out a nice ride of some kind, maybe, have a bit t’ eat an’ enough fer somewhere to stay… just until ya get yer footing. It should be good for a couple months once ya get stateside.

Jack: All this is…? (This is for me…?)

Kate: Our gift to you. | } Or… most of it, anyway. Still one more thing from Felix—he said it was important, but he’s still asleep… though his friend Piers is there t’ look after him. Ya might think of stopping by—it’s an easy shortcut to an’ through the Wilderness between worlds.

Jack: Wow, Miss Eight, I…

Jack: Honestly don’t know what to say…

Jack: -Gestures to the gifts all over the table- This is… -Gestures around the living room- All this is… man, it’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me, ever.

Kate: Aw, it’s the least we can do! Yer a good man, Jack, an’ well-liked. ‘m only sorry we didn’t get all this to ya sooner.

[She walked over to the freezer and pulled out a gallon of ice cream. Jack’s eyes lit up when he saw it—but even moreso when she opened the fridge and brought out some steak.]

Kate: Let’s forget talkin’ fer a while an’ eat. M’ starved.

[Jack was more than happy to oblige, and Kate leaned back against the wall as she ate an ice cream cone with her one hand.

It was so nice to see Jack in such good spirits and properly well off after all that he’d been through. Ever since she first got to know him, she’d wanted to help—she’d grown more and more concerned for him the more he talked about Greater Dusk, about the way the team had treated him. She’d grown convinced he was in a dangerous situation, but even she couldn’t have anticipated what happened next.]

Kate: (Hmmmn…. The finals…. Still don’t have a good enough answer on what those crosses were. Malware of some sort, that’s for sure, but…)

[It was a grim prospect that required further investigation. It may not be her world, but she’d grown to care for the people in it.]

Kate: (Coding like that could cause a lot of damage.)

[She squinted behind her sunglasses, narrowing her eyes in distrust.]

Kate: (Whatever mysterious “provider” Jack said Blade was talking to is -probably- stateside… just like Blade is, that damn bastard…)

[Jack had told her that Blade had turned up dead.]

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Jack: They....They sent it back to CherryDyn for them to look over what went wrong with him.

Jack: ....They said they found nothin', so they patched him up and kept him in for observation.

Jack: ....Then...

Jack: .......

Jack: He's dead, man. Dead.

Jack: .......

Jack: I...they told me he was...

Jack: Freakin' tortured…

Jack: ......

Jack: -turns away-

-=-=-=-=-

[…Kate, however, didn’t buy it for a minute.]

Kate: (That’s too convenient… Something isn’t right, here…)

Kate: -Broods- (That worm isn’t going to escape justice THAT easily, no sir…)

[…She was almost tempted to see to it herself, when she did come across him. But no—he had too much to answer for, and she would have to keep her head high and not sink to his level by turning away from doing the right thing.

Didn’t mean she couldn’t have the satisfaction of imagining otherwise.]

Kate: …

Kate: -Frowns and sighs internally- (…Look at me.)

Kate: (Off of work for once, and saddling myself up with another “case” that needs someone who cares…. Maybe Sis is right. Maybe I am a workaholic…)

Kate: -Finishes off the ice cream- Jack— do me a favor an’ make another cone, please…

Jack: Yeah, sure thing—

[She rubbed what was left of her right arm thoughtfully as he prepared seconds for her.]

Kate: (Not even on a job an’ I’m out there thinking like a killer…. Gotta try to remember not to let myself grow that bitter at the world…)

Jack: …Miss Eight?

Kate: Hmm?

Jack: I’ve been… wondering something…

Kate: -Accepts the second ice cream cone- Yeah?

Jack: I don't know how to word this right, but...

Jack: ...Stuff like this is kinda your thing, I know, but...why go through all this for me? I mean—I'm not anyone THAT important, and on top of that, I'm a Cherry…

Kate: …Well…. Ya… ya always treated me like a person. Not very many people do. -Looks away in thought- ‘m just Fighting Mighty Eight to them— or Artemis, herald of death. Or just a pretty face with lots of money to burn.

Kate: That means something to me.

Jack:  ...Really, huh... (I guess, with what she does…)

[There was silence for a while as Kate finished off the second ice cream cone. This time, she seemed satisfied.]

Kate: Thanks for the help, Jack. I could do it myself, but it’s awfully messy, heh…

Jack: Oh, no problem.

Kate: -Turns on the faucet to wash her hand- Well, this was a nice evening. It was good to see you settled in.

Jack: Oh—are you headed off?

Kate: Yes.

[She wiped her hand on a dishcloth as best she could.]

Kate: Stateside.

Jack: Wh—You're going back to America? This soon?

Kate: I have some investigating t’ do, Jack…. Ah’ don’t think this is over yet.

Jack: -Internal groaning- (Agh, she’s probably right…)

Kate: Things may have died down, but… somethin’ is wrong over there, Ah’m sure of it.

Kate: -Turns to face him- Y’ need t’ lay low for a while, too. I hate t’ leave at a tahm like this, but the longer it waits, the colder the trail gets. You should be safe here from any prying eyes of this world—but just in case…

[She walks over and places something on the table.]

Jack: A… is that a taser?

Kate: -Momentary twitch of a smile- (…Figured you’d just hurt yourself with pepper spray, so…) Between that an’ yer Combat abilities, you should be able t’ hold yer own long enough to call for help. -Points over at the cell phone- Either ping somebody or—couple a’ contacts in there, just a call away.

Jack: I...um.

Kate: Yes?

Jack: Look, I appreciate the gesture, Miss Eight, just—do I really need this thing, I mean, it's a little much—

[The Mighty Number works her dart over to the other side of her mouth and tilts her head just so, giving the CDN a look that said otherwise.]

Kate: ....

Jack: …Right, stupid question—

Jack: Thanks, I guess...

Kate: Hmm hmm. Yer welcome. Ah' better git goin' nao.

Kate: Stay safe, Jack Parker.

Kate: I’ll be in touch when I figure things out.

Jack: M'kay. Don't go do anything too crazy, alright?

[She gave a characteristic grin, slowly fading away from sight. There was the rattle of the front door, and then she was gone.

Jack takes another fresh look around his new home, rubbing the back of his head quietly as he sinks down into the couch. He couldn't help but wish Miss Eight would've stuck around a little more, but it wasn't like he could stop her.

She's got her mind set on things for his sake, too.]

Jack: (…Guess I better start looking over this stuff…)

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[one-deranged-son]

John the Revelator?

Sophie Woods was trembling like mad inside the safe room.

She was supposed to be studying for a test, but now she’s stuck in a room filled with nothing but a sad, wooden desk and stacks of canned soup aside from gallons of water. If she ever managed to get the fuck outta here, her chemistry test will never, ever, ever be her first concern, because, hell, when the fuck did her Dad build this room? Why the fuck did he even do that?

She doesn’t know, but she knows for sure that she’s glad about it.

Because she was trembling, shit. She thinks she needs to take a piss and she doesn’t know when it would be safe to actually come out. Her Dad specifically said not to open the door to anyone except for the police, but how the fuck could she knows if it was really the Police and not this Revelator dude her Dad was so scared about?

Fuck, she’s still trembling.

“Get hold of yourself, Sophie. You’re better than this,” she whispered with a gun in her hand. A gun she doesn’t know how to use, in her trembling hand.

Fucking hell.

Sophie didn’t get a chance to calm herself, unfortunately. ‘Cause there was a long scream accompanied by sounds of bullets hitting something she recalls as glass. Furniture. Lamps. Bodies. Oh God, bodies, she’s so dead.

Sophie Woods pisses herself.

“Tell me who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Wrote the book of the seven seals.”

“What the fuck?” Sophie muttered as she heard the faint noise of someone singing behind the door. A clear tenor voice, a church-choir kind of voice.

Then there were three loud bangs against the reinforced steel. The sound was almost too joyful for something that came from a motherfucking steel door. Sophie didn’t answer it, heck, she doesn’t have the guts.

“Sweetheart, ya don’t have to be so afraid wimme. All the bad guys are gone, I ain’t hurtin’ ya,” the voice says. Sickeningly sweet and sickeningly soft, and oh God, Sophie thinks she pisses herself again.

She doesn’t answer, still.

“Ain’t answering? Aight, it’s cool. Imma just, uh, go now. Yer Daddy’s dead, by the way.”

Then the voice sings again.

“Tell me who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Wrote the book of the seven seals.”

The Revelator left, and Sophie Woods pisses herself for the third time until the police find her in soaked pants.

Who the hell invented alarm clocks?

Whoever it was, they should be shot to death. No, that would be too quick. They should have their hands chopped off and get it thrown into the hounds before settling on burning ‘em alive, 'cause, fuck, John hates it so bad.

The sun was barely even shining when John has to force himself into waking up. He was still in his briefs as he groaned and went straight into the kitchen. Today’s breakfast is eggs and bacon, 'cause he just did his grocery shopping yesterday and he feels like cooking today.

John thinks that it was surely an achievement.

He rushed to wake all of the sleepyheads as he finished plating the happy pig bacon because he doesn’t want to suffer alone. Everyone has to deal with the same thing as him, which is getting up early and become a functional member of society. Not that he wants to, but anyway, he’s gonna take a shower afterward. Then, as the cold water runs through his spines, he let his day begins.

First, he will start fixing old Frank’s cars and mow his lawns. Then, if they need an extra hand, John would gladly help them clean the house. Honestly, this is probably what he always did for a living. He’s lowkey a maid in this situation and their payment ain’t always generous, but at least, John could bring some extra cookies Julie made for him.

It was chocolate chips today.

Then when the sun starts to set down, he will go to Jane’s place because Jane is currently pregnant and his husband insisted that she should take a lot of rest. And she was really nice to him in any way possible even though all John did was help her clean the dishes or fix some random stuff that only took about five minutes to fix. Most of the time, he’d stay longer than he planned for because Jane seemed to be lonely and John was a nice person so he stayed and nodded at things he doesn’t really understand.

Jane’s payment was nice.

Every Monday and Wednesday, he will secretly take Paul’s place in the convenience store at the counter because Paul was an irresponsible bastard and he loves his girlfriend just a bit too much. Then on Tuesday and Thursday, Hank will pay him to scrub the launderette floor so hard, he thinks he is being paid to destroy all the goddamn tiles and not the germs. When he’s free, Huang Ayi will be the one calling him to get his white boy ass over and helps her with the store. “My son-in-law is useless, Jim,” that’s what she said, “my daughter is stupid for marrying that prick.”

He likes Huang Ayi.

And if he’s lucky, he could go home with a box of cookies and a decent amount of cash at 8 p.m. and prepare dinner for the goddamn kids. Then they would have this weird ritual where they would play either monopoly, cards against humanity, or whatever game they’re vibing at the moment—if everyone is free.

The loser will clean the dishes and John was quite competitive with such a glorious reward. If he’s really lucky then he will stay at home and watch the TV when the kids do whatever the fuck they need to do.

And if he’s feeling it, he would watch himself on the news.

The news starts with the usual brunet on his neat shirt. His eyebrows were scrunched in what it seems to be irritation—or confusion. Who knows, John doesn’t give a fuck.

“After several weeks of disappearance, the anonymous vigilante who claims themselves as 'the Revelator’ is back with another shocking 'revelation’. The unknown man had claimed solid proof that the CEO of Woods Company had been involved in child trafficking. His daughter, Sophia Woods, was found alive and harmless in their safe room and was still being questioned by the authorities,” he says.

The scene switched to Sophie Woods. The blood was drained from her skin, making it as pale as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of dread, and She was stunned, standing on the ground motionless.

“I—he killed my Dad, but he didn’t open the door or forces it—”

Her little voice was trembling like mad.

“He—he sings this song, 'John The Revelator’ a—and uhm, he, he left a note on the door and said my Dad has been doing some nasty business.”

“I was really scared and I don’t know anything, I thought I was going to die.”

Then it shifted back to the news anchor. Concern and confusion all presented by his pretty face for the audience.

“As the Revelator themselves, their identity has not however been known. While some people think he was a threat, there are still a lot of masses who supported his acts. Some may even think of him as a hero.”

A random dude showed up on the screen, he says, “Whoever this Revelator dude, he’s pretty yo neat. Not in a literal fashion, no sir, but really, we need more people who would stand for us lil’ people.”

“For our next news, there has been no new development in the disappearance of the newly-wed couple 27-year-old Monica Collins and her husba—” The brunet looks at the scene again and begins another news, but John turns the TV off before he could say anything else.

John stands to his feet again. It was around 10 p.m. and he knows he should wake up early tomorrow.

“Tell me who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Who’s that writin’? John the Revelator.

Wrote the book of the seven seals.”

John rarely sleeps, but he had a good rest, that night.

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[memorylang]

Reunions | #29 | March 2020

Fitting, this 29th story from my Peace Corps Mongolia life marks my reunion with our M29s, the senior cohort who taught me so much about how to be a Peace Corps Volunteer. 

From blurred goodbyes with mentors and friends, to an uncertain transatlantic journey, my continued evacuation felt nostalgic, new and every emotion between. In this story, I bring you from my city of service across Mongolia’s north central Khangai region, to pick up fellow Peace Corps Volunteer evacuees on our caravan to the capital. 

With every familiar face I saw, leaving Mongolia felt more and more real. 

Last Sunrise 

Sunday, March 1, I awoke early for my last sunrise in my apartment. 

Next, I went around the rooms, stowing the rest of my needs in my luggage and sweeping dust around the linoleum floors. I felt Mongolians were always tidier than my best. I left aside a few household things I didn’t mind whether they stayed or went. 

As I packed myself snack bundles in the kitchen for my journey ahead, I thought to my summer host mom. She made lunches for my day trips to Дархан /Darkhan/ on Peace Corps business. Those were great. 

Lastly, I heated on the stove my supervisor's remaining бууз /boe-z/ steamed dumplings she gifted at Tsagaan Sar. 

Just then my supervisor contacted me, she was on her way with бууз.

Mongolian hospitality’s the best. 

Sunday Rush 

The moment my supervisor arrived, through the next 45 minutes, was a lightning of activity. 

My supervisor wanted to make sure anything remotely useful to me, we’d stow away for my return. People from the uni were coming to clean the apartment, so she wanted nothing taken. 

I tried to explain I wasn’t sure I’d be coming back, for none of us knew Peace Corps’s situation. But I too wanted to come back. And I appreciated her planning for it. 

A supervisor wouldn’t plan for my return unless she wanted me to come back. 

So stowed away items and helped me complete every last detail needed to secure the apartment. She and one of the school workers showed me how to run thread through putty we pressed onto my closet doors. This way, if someone tampered with my doors that couldn’t lock, they’d know. We stamped the date on one side then pressed my key’s grooves into the other. 

As we wrapped up duties, I handed my supervisor my card for our department and an “Omnibus” student poetry book my training clustermate asked me to give my community. I also gave her some “Laubach Way” to Reading/English textbooks I referenced from teaching English in Reno, Nev., fall 2018. I hoped our department would use these. 

My priest friend from the night before returned, so my supervisor helped me load his vehicle. She insisted I haul this huge bag of snacks with me for my journey. I’d been offering them for others, but I finally acquiesced. I had my backpack, my small IKEA bag, my suitcase checked bag, the food sack and my stranded sitemate’s hiking backpack and camera bag. 

At last, goodbye. Throughout the week I’d ask my supervisor when I should leave my apartment key with her, since there was no use taking it with me to America. She’d told me to hold on to it, so it’s easier when I get back. I wasn’t sure I’d get back. 

During this last visit, well, she asked if I wanted her to have my key. 

The moment felt like an acceptance of this uncertainty. We locked the door. I gave her my key. 

I parted ways with thanks. My priest drove me to my senior M29 cohort sitemate’s apartment. Meanwhile, my supervisor shared in our department’s group chat my card. My colleagues wished me safe travels. I felt disappointed leaving them from just after our Lunar New Year. 

Bittersweet with Final Friends

After that rush, I’d a breather. 

My priest dropped me off by the curb, where a group of my friends gathered. They were from our coffee shop speaking group, including the English teacher who invited me over a couple nights before Tsagaan Sar. I felt touched they came to see me off. They left me with more food, snacks and gifts. 

With selfies and warm wishes, I wished my friends good-bye and came up to my sitemate’s apartment. 

Assembled within were our Peace Corps Volunteers’ long-time engineering friend, his friend, and our eager high schooler who visited me the night before. What a nice bunch. My sitemate related how the kid after receiving my Peace Corps key chain and name tag excitedly told him. Indeed, the kid still wore “Daniel Lang” when I arrived. What a cool lil’ dude. The guy resolved to be my first and last Mongolian visitor. He won. 

The first time I visited my Peace Corps sitemate’s apartment might have been the only time before now. That August 2019, I’d just arrived in town, and he offered up the left-behind M28 cohorts’ things. (That’s where I got the cork board I described in my packing story.) Now my sitemate’s apartment looked bare, save its furniture. 

On to business, my sitemate and I compared when we expected Peace Corps’s driver to reach town. We got different stories, so we called the driver with our Mongolian friends’ help. The driver just picked up our friendly spiritual sitemate from the village in our province over. We reasoned we’d plenty hours before leaving. 

We got squad pics. Beyond handing off keys to the colleagues of our stranded sitemates two or three days before, my friend here and our friends already grabbed a few belongings for our other stranded sitemate. With nothing left to do, we went out to find lunch. 

I loved the light snow flurries, quaintly reminding me of the auspicious Lunar New Year. But we found most places closed around the city to ward off COVID-19. (Mongolia doesn’t drive-through like America.) At least, we found open the bakery I visited the Saturday before with my translator friend. So our group got to-go and headed back. 

I enjoyed the meal. I had the pastry my speaking group friends gave me, plus the new бууз from my supervisor—my last from Tsagaan Sar 2020. They’d pizza. On a thrilling note, Peace Corps Mongolia emailed our flight itineraries. Turns out my sitemate and I’d fly Thursday before dawn. I felt shocked and awed that after Russia we’d come through Germany and the Netherlands! An overnight in New York City seemed weird. By Friday I’d touch down in Vegas...

We got our friendly sitemate’s calls, our driver was in-town. Time to go. 

Picking Up Pals in Peace Corps

I descended the apartment stairs, opened the front door and felt heartened. I'll never forget the Sunday sight of my fellow spiritual Volunteer. Before me was my Episcopalian Peace Corps friend’s delighted face. We’d assembled. 

My friends and I loaded up the white Peace Corps SUV. We strapped my suitcase among the bags up top, while I protected my stranded sitemate’s things in the vehicle. We exchanged small talk while we wrapped up. 

Moments later, our three local friends stood waving by the curb as we pulled away. What a blur. I didn’t catch a photo, but I felt their sight ingrained. 

We had a U.S. Embassy driver instead of a Peace Corps one, which explained why I didn’t recognize him. He had a wonderful sense of humor. With my friend, we shared snacks and compared evacuation stories. He told this wild one of how they almost drove off a cliff! I remembered Peace Corps’ Safety & Security emailed us about snow storms but I hadn’t thought of ‘em. 

We drove across the snowy world’s whiteness to the neighboring province for our next sitemate. As we entered a beautiful forested town, we could see why she hadn’t left her site much. Her village could have passed for a winter resort if tourism ever touched this. 

When we pulled into the yard of basically our sitemate’s host family, her dog barked, and the family welcomed us to tea and Tsagaan Sar food. ‘Evacuating’ felt surreal. I loved this little countryside stop. 

Our journey continued. 

Farewell in Sorrow

We had a mission. 

We headed on to one of our stranded sitemate’s places. Unfortunately, no one had been able to visit her area to pack her things. And like my senior M29 sitemate, she was of that cohort—the one not coming back. 

As we rode into site, I recalled an autumn day trip when my and my sitemates’ party of four came to visit. We cooked together. I wandered out a few hours back then. 

Now the site's covered in snow, and our different party of four came to her apartment with her colleague, instead of her. We forwarded to each other our stranded sitemate’s email of what to pack. Then we got to work, splitting up on rooms to take to scavenging her year and a half’s worth of memories. She helped over video call. 

She was among my Peace Corps mentors. I felt sad coming in and having to rummage her things for her. But if we didn’t, who could? 

We finished. We readied to leave. Then, watching our sitemate over video say goodbye to the colleague she couldn't come back to see in-person, I felt heartbroken. 

But we had to keep going.  

Police State? 

With the Health Volunteers in our car, Sunday, March 1 became the first day I actively heard people calling the creeping Coronavirus crisis a pandemic. 

But as we pulled into police and military checkpoints, the likes of which my priest described, I felt like were entered a police state. Americans and I commented among each other, people in the States would so resist measures like these to quarantine our nation. 

At checkpoints, we needed to show our passports and accept the forehead temperature checks. (If one in our party coughed after the health person walked away, we laughed about our luck.) 

After getting all set at our province border, our vehicle awaited the coming of our neighboring province’s Peace Corps evacuation party. We travel together the rest. 

Avengers Assemble

Fun fact: I naturally tend to frame my life in terms of adventures I’ve read, watched or played through. 

Seeing my old friends again, for instance, under these grave conditions reminded me of every time watching Steve Rogers first step onto a scene in “Avengers: Infinity War.” 

A white microbus arrived. Our fellow Volunteers arrived. 

Stepping out of our vehicle felt like being the Avengers, assembling in Wakanda for our Infinity War. All of us were evacuees. We all left behind our Mongolian homes. And we’d seen better days. But we were together. 

And yet, I felt somber with the sense we’d already ‘lost.’ With a snap, COVID-19 was wiping out half my Peace Corps Mongolia universe. Our senior M29 cohort would undergo their Close of Service. Their service would finish in the capital. But my cohort’s wouldn’t—or it may.

So we were in our Endgame. If we return to Mongolia, it'll be the greatest comeback. But half our Volunteers would still be gone, maybe more. We'd be starting a bit fresh, becoming the new senior cohort. But that'd be our duty—to continue where we and others left off, to keep going.

We shared moments of grins and hugs and small talk. I saw my Catholic friend again, what a guy. Then we re-boarded our vehicles. We left from Mongolia's second-largest city to its third. 

Hometown Snow Storm, That Winter Night

Riding back east across Mongolia, I recalled my previous trips in the country.

Further east, near dusk, we passed a turn off, where another driver head of us turned left. Our U.S. Embassy driver called that driver crazy. I’d been down that way before, during my day trip with Japanese JICA Volunteers to the historic monastery. But there was scarcely a daytime road—I couldn’t imagine getting there with this snow storm and night. 

Further down, we drove through Хөтөл /Khutul/, the soum where many of my Peace Corps cohort friends lived this summer. With darkness and snow all around, I could barely recognize the city of 12,000, beyond its street sign. 

Then we pulled through Номгон /Nomgon/, my Mongolian hometown. 

My senior sitemate and I both trained here, albeit during different years. With blowing snow and darkness surrounding, we couldn't even see the iconic mountain on our right. But to our left, he spotted the green of our school, and we saw the lights of the street-side convenience store beside the red tractor monument. 

We meant to visit home for Tsagaan Sar, before travel banned. I realized, I was the only one from my cluster who got to see our Mongolian hometown during winter. I taped a video of our passing and shared with my host family and training cluster. 

We continued on. 

Between Mongolia’s Largest Cities

At times, so much powder snow blasted across the road, I couldn't even see its edge. But we could see the red lights from the microbus of Peace Corps Volunteers ahead. 

Finally, we arrived in Дархан /Darkhan/, on the dark road that felt nothing like our summer rides in light. We stopped a while somewhere near the city proper’s border, somewhere I recalled from my host family driving me on a summer day trip. 

Besides briefing exiting a train during my winter trip to the capital for a Peace Corps conference, I'd never seen Дархан during winter. 

We stayed in a hotel overnight to wait out the snow storm before continuing for the capital the next morning.

I reorganized my food sack, enjoyed some nibbles. My Catholic friend roommate caught me up more on the peace of our situation. I felt awed, my senior sitemate played a Nintendo Switch. I hoped I could play someone’s back in the States. 

Change of Pace

Monday, March 2, we hurried our bags downstairs and had a quick lamb stew breakfast. 

Curiously, a Volunteer asked to switch from the microbus to our SUV. Cool, I swapped with her. Coincidentally she was the very first I met in my cohort during Staging in Philadelphia last May, before reaching Mongolia. We both gave speeches at our Swear-In Ceremony in August 2019. 

In the microbus were many Volunteers from our senior M29 cohort. I felt (maybe too) elated to see them again. They pointed out they’re processing their abrupt Close of Service—They needed space. 

Within a few hours, we’d hit the capital. Life gained speed, and, of course, I’ve more to share there. For now, though, I gazed out the window at our snow-blanketed world, with my fellow Volunteers in mind. Our lives, theirs especially, were changing fast. 

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