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incarnateirony · 2 months

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Why do I have this nagging feeling Shealyn Rachael Bonds isn't just on her seven hour drive home, but planning in the hopes that I've unpinned my post, so she doesn't have to look at the whole. Her right to a great generational soul that doesn't involve riding my cock.. thing. like maybe if she drives REAL SLOW or even BACKWARDS she won't have to sit at a PC and figure out an answer on why the fallen upper class princess that hasn't ever driven further than whatever local metro area of family vacation she's on, never stolen a thing in her life and only sells things reliant on her partners promotions like--yeah sure, that rich bitch over there, perfect pathway to the great god Hermes, she's read the book 0, as in, she's read zero fucking books about hermetics. I think she googled it once and skimmed wiki about the kybalion. yup, that one right there, has nothing to do with the 3 years she spent stalking her degree 8-9 ex she jacked off to the image of every night pretending it was someone else. That oblivious cunt, right there, perfect priestess. doncha know she was on her way home at age eight shopping for prada and the great god fell in love with her exclusively, and that's why he calls her starlight, and not that every single fucking soul he can't remember the name of is a star

And yall, literally any of yall in her orbit that look at this, literally fucking shame on you for encouraging this delusional rabbit hole much disappearing down her ritual madness bullshit. The Void is blind and i can't see you, but I can fucking hear you if I want to tune in, and truly, get off my fucking dick.

no seriously if I'm asleep in the right abyssal state I literally can't help but hear your horse shit even if I don't want to, and i literally spent years blocking it out like any sycophantic followers, but no, you let her ride my ass for half a year to stalk my investor in a furry porn server, and now we're here.

mark blease how to i literally explain she's groomed you into my amazing cock, like don't get me wrong, it's fucking FANTASTIC, that's why she can't let it go, but whatever "I swear I feel it" shit she pulls with you is literally just an echo, on god, or me, whichever at this point, because you motherfuckers won't delineate, and she literally groomed you to a cult of Me.

What motherfucking BAFFLES me is that Mark is such a wasteland piece of desperate shit that he doesn't wonder why I'm on about this shit a month later at the inevitable cost of followers or whatever clout bullshit they idealized in the first week or two thinking That'd Fucking Stop Me.

It's because it's righteous anger, Mark, and it's real, and she's a lying piece of shit, and whether it's in a month or three years, she's going to fuck you over too if you don't make this fucking goblin face her own fucking monsters.

When we say "we have been doing this for lifetimes", maybe this falls in the category of shit Shealyn Magically Had A Fucking Belief Lobotomy About, but we're not kidding. There's people all the way back from egypt telling this cunt to get bent at this point. Figure it out, and HELP HER LIKE I TRIED TO.

WE BOTH MOTHERFUCKING DID!!! ASK HER TO EXPLAIN DRIVING IN REVERSE!!! FUCKING SEE WHAT DISCO REMIX OF HER COMICALLY DRIVING BACKWARDS WITH HER OWN BOMB DOES. NO SERIOUSLY, MESSAGE FROM THE GODS, DUMB FUCK REFUSES TO CALL FOR HELP AND WILL LITERALLY DRIVE BACKWARDS FOR ALL ETERNITY, MESSAGE FROM EIGHT YEARS AGO CALLED?????????????????????????????

LIKE EVEN WHILE IM BEATING HER ASS INTO PASTE HERMES IS TRYING TO GRAB HER HAND AND SHE'S STILL GOING FUCKING BACKWARDS BECAUSE SHE DOESNT LIKE THE FUCKING SUBTEXT????? AND WANTS HER OWN VERSION TO GIVE YOU LATER????????

HE IS TRYING TO PULL HER OUT OF THE ABYSS YOU HAVE ALL MADE FOR HER!!! I'm trying to eat her and that's fine but YOU HAVE TO RESPECT HIS FUCKING EFFORT EVEN WHILE SHE BLASPHEMES HIM FOR YEARS ON END??????????

i don't think you understand he is literally like, the essence of humanity as a summum, to boil it down. He is doing everything in his power to hold on and not leave her while she continues to spurn him and his efforts, and you help her, in the name of your goddamn fursuitfriday channeling weekends!!

FUCKING FIX IT!!!!

SHE IS AT THE FUCKING PRECIPICE OF THE ABYSS NO MATTER WHAT SHE THINKS ALOUD OR TELLS YOU. IF YOU DO NOT INTERVENE, FORGET SEPTEMBER, TRY LIKE, APRIL.

how

how do we explain to you that right now

there's not even two wolves fighting, there's an entire pack, and there's two brothers in brokeback tartarus, and they're trying to figure out the fucking pack rations with this fat cow, but maybe little mercy little bit? And then you let her keep fucking up the mercy part while the wolves are watching, and you're calling it Supporting Her.

BRING THE GODDAMN DISEASED HEIFFER TO A FUCKING VETERINARIAN, SHE LITERALLY NEEDS HELP, ALL CATTLE AND STD JOKES ASIDE, NO LEGIT, THE WOMAN IS BATSHIT AND THINKS HER EX HUSBAND'S FACE IS THE GREAT GOD HERMES AND YALL NEVER QUESTIONED THAT

am i insanely powerful compared to her tiny smooth brain? have I blown her mind many times? yes, and that even when I was three or four degrees lower. Much less where I am now, where she is ironically refusing to onboard a single piece of fucking information at this point because the truth hurts too much, but like, Mark, you took that on. Me protecting her from herself was a me thing, even if she never recognized it. Now it's your turn, and you've been doing a SHIT job of it.

Look, I get when I was working 60-70 hours a week trying to save everybody's ass from trump AND pay for her twice daily gas station trips For Giggles, I wasn't as emotionally available as she wanted for her FUCKING roleplay, especially once hermes himself deuced from her oblivious ass and my muse had fled me because of her. Okay? But that's your job now. So fucking DO IT. Are you a fucking man and husband, or a fucking toddler? Take care of your bitch, because she already lost her cracker a WHILE ago.

And I'm not sure if you noticed, but if you don't get her shit in order with a quickness, there's not gonna be a cracker to put the fucking cheese that slid off back on, okay? I'm waiting for when the void and the matrix align to turn the cracker to dust, and I haven't been fucking foggy about that, okay? So work it out, and work it out fast if you 1. give a shit 2. believe in any god or magic at all outside of your bedroom exhibits

like if you guys are just raping my face for some weird BDSM thing at least let me order some art for that, cuz otherwise it's just super weird.

By the way, he's not... a shapeshifter because he... does the skinwalker thing.

He's... a shapeshifter... because he's most souls.

Like the ones subtweeting you with Very Funny Usernames.

Figure out the difference.

"My excuse is shapeshifter." your excuse is only my dick eight inches down your throat in the astral plane, there's no negotiation here. If you have a problem, take it up with her. If you'd paid attention to his essence for two seconds of souls, paths, etc, you'd look at the Tartarus trend and slit your wrists right now, but you won't, because you refuse that amount of self awareness. Just the cult to my amazing boner.

I decided a while ago. None of YOU care about consent or morality. So neither will we. Enjoy the show, because we'll make sure anyone in her blast radius picked up on the fucking scanners doesn't get the courtesies you refuse me, however whoever in the area feels about it, mkay. The karma can all be signed to her anyway, that's what makes it so funny. So yall wanna rape me for years? Okay. Cool. We'll play now.

Mark, she hasn't admitted it to you, but she's dreamed of me already. Or Rhys or whatever the fuck she calls me now.

Hi, bitch. Gonna give ALL our secrets away.

bitch i'ma tell you to look back to say mid october, and look at all your wet dreams, and realize how fucked in every angle you are.

technically you were even refucked at that angle what, 2-4 days ago? time is fuzzy forgive us, even our idea of targeted strikes can be a day late. Hashtag average three day postal time unless express?

no seriously mark, she is LITERALLY a Side Order. Feel like climbing my Spire Of Order? You, like her, have been on it for quite a long fucking time to not be doing anything with it.

Wait! It was Here I Am Night! And the night after! And after that! Yes, hello! Oh yes and the night everything caught crabs, that night, I think, too. My apologies to the collective unconscious, that happens sometimes with the wrong Ones.

Oh and Mark? Try not to negotiate this away just because you dislike the account of sender. If you have any care for tiny starlight there, you will recognize a picture for a picture with previously posted portraits. Whether you believe a god is speaking to you at any point or not, a face is a face, and should be respected as such. I was kind to her over the understandable confusion the other night, but one who insists on stealing a face may just have their own face stolen.

Whether you take it as advice from a god of messages or a counselor with a few scores of certificates, take your future wife to a therapist for deep dive recovery about her former relationship attachments, before anything, for both of your tortured sakes. And don't skirt corners. All of it. Right down to the silly octopus babbling sounds. Her branding and identity, and so on. You see, when you aren't intentionally combatting it, it sounds like she's quite far off her rocker, doesn't it? Put her back on it. That's the job.

#why am i yet again the one sending a message to save her #i'm so tired #there was a fucking persona tweet about weaknesses #where did that go #get this shit off #oh my god #no this bitch needs to rot #legit #fucking putrefy the beast #she comes pre-putridated

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jonathan-byers-remade · 4 years

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CRIMINAL MINDS REWATCH → The Popular Kids (1x10) FT. My Commentary Part 2

#cmedit #criminalmindsedit #spencerreidedit #criminal minds #cmrewatch*#gif*#mine2 #look im being funny #putting in the simon callback gave me flashbacks DIJHSFIJD #BECAUSE when the movie came out #little 8 y/o angel had a thing for simon IJHFFDHJ #then when i was in hs and started watching this show for the first time #i ofc fell in love with spencer and mgg #who i still love with all my damn heart and would marry 10/10 #so technically ive had a thing for that man since i was 8 #and im almost 21 #SHUSHIJFDSNFHJ #i swear im not a furry i was eight!!!#1k*

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racebox-of-higgars · 3 years

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Newsies As Things My Friends Have Said - Part Eight

Albert: ᶦ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵏᶦᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃˢˢ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵇʳᵃᵉ ᵖᵒᵖ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵖᵉᶻ ᵈᶦˢᵖᵉⁿˢᵉʳ

Jack: I just wanna put my brain in a jar. I'll proudly show it off to people like "look at my jar of electric meats!"

Crutchie: I wish I could not give a fuck

Crutchie: i give So Much Of A Fuck All The Time

Spot: godDAMMIT we can't iron fries

Race: I DIDNT MNWO THAT WAS QHERE EYE

Spot: mnwo

Jack: qhere

Race: wow homophobic

Race: AND ON THE LAST FAY OF PRIDE LONTH TOO

Spot: fay

Jack: lonth

Les: hama me chees

Davey: literally what the fuck does this mean

Race: y'all ever just. gay disgust

Davey: alas,, suffer

Jack: anyway i'm stupid, moving on

Race: I W A N Y

Race: WABT

Race: FUCK

Spot: wany

Jack: wabt

Race: himjphobic

Spot: hiMjPhoBIc

Crutchie: THEYRE SO IN LOV

Crutchie: AND IM S ONF T ABOUTBIT

Race: y'all every just be begging your brain to let you sleep like. in tears. pl,, plea se,,,, when sleep???? and your brain is just like. *sound of a potato rotating*

Jack: Capitalism is the bane of my existence

Davey: I AM BUT A STUPID LITTLE BOY WITH A STUPID LITTLE BRAIN

Race: ah yes, the good ol' scream n stral

Albert: This is a technique I like to call the good ol' Spin n Yeet

Race: swiggity swag taco bell in a bag

Katherine: There's os much representation in this pirate crew of milfs i'm crying

Elmer, sobbing: my soup exploded in the microwave

Race: I'm in spain without the w

Race: Wait

Crutchie: I just don't have,, legs

Jack: n O

Albert: I swear to god I will crush your nuts

Race: Jokes on you god nerfed me and I have no nuts to smash

Jack, having just been kicked in the balls: I wouldn't consider that a bad thing

Race: Homophobic

A Straight: How is that homophobic??

Race: You are inconveniencing me, A Gay

Katherine: Too much is happening there is Several Brain

Davey: Please don't rub my bones

Race: Jesus, he's cool, Jesus is my bitch

Jack, longingly: What is family?

Race: I got to show off my mad feet skills

Davey: Do I want to ask?

Race: No

Elmer: Time to get my blood good and frothy!

Race: The pussy wagon has left

Race: That felt wrong I formally apologise

Race, during a thunderstorm: Clapping them cloud bussies

Davey: Your speaking rights have been revoked

Race: You can't beat a Robin Hood furry costume!

Race: My list of disorders is longer than your dick!

Davey: I don't know whether I should be concerned for you or impressed by how good that insult was

Race: Both

Race: Who says fist fights and running from the cops can't be romantic? Spot: That's true love right there, war crimes

Race: Correct

Race: So,,, wanna go commit war crimes with me?

Race: Bussy full of beans???

Race: He put,,, he put beans in his bussy????

Elmer: What's a bussy?

Jack: I'm a fruit, put me in some granola

Albert: TELL ME WHAT'S IN YOU YOU OATY FUCK

Jack: You can't have abs and support Trump, that's just homophobic

Katherine: Y'all ever just,,, cavetown but make it lesbian??

Jack: It's pride month I'm legally required to love myself for this month only

Katherine: Man, sometimes I get sad and just milf

Sarah: how talk to girl girl pretty

Albert: Just do better??? learn to lesbian???

Katherine: I got my milf chocolates!

Jack: How are your milf chocolates?

Katherine: creamy

Spot: Oh, it's a strap

Albert: Famous last words

Jack: self reflection is OUT, being your friends personal fun house mirror is IN

uh yeah i'm sorry

@angelslibrary

#newsies #newsies shitpost #newsies incorrect quotes #newsies as things my friends have said #things my friends have said #incorrect quotes #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #spot conlon #davey jacobs #crutchie morris #elmer kasprzak #albert dasilva #cursing tw #caps tw #possibly nsfw??#i don't know #lemme know if i need to tag anything #my friends are just Like This

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gen-z-student-quotes · 4 years

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Heres a ton of quotes from my high school

Student 1: “I had a leg up on her but you saw how that turned out…” Student 2: “How did you have a leg up?” 

S1: “She knew my great grandpa.” S2: “And how old is he?” S1: “He’s dead.” S2: “Oh…” Student: I thought I just took a human life. S1: “I need one that’ll hold all eight of my children.” S2: “I thought you had like twenty?” S1: “…I killed them.” S1: “Click it real fast!” S2: “NO! Thats illegal in the state of the United States!” Science Teacher: It’s time for Duggie to get frisky. Band Director: “Who has the Kubasa?” Student: “Im a kubasa!” BD: “You’re not a sausage.” Science Teacher: “Third rock from the sun.” S1: “Jupiter…right?” S2: “….NO!” Librarian: Maybe its possessed by satan. BD: Tuba or not tuba. Student: Tuesday is the best day of the week for some unknown reason other than the fact that it’s Tuesday. Science Teacher: My head is very foggy today and the drugs haven’t helped. Don’t quote me on that. Student: “How should parents handle a bad report card?” 

Spanish Teacher: “Death.” Student: Aaron, move your penis out of the way. I need to get water. Student: Do I really want to go to medical school or am I subconsciously trying to impress my parents? Thats a secret I don’t even know. Im always having a crisis. XOXO, Family Disappointment S1: “Something fun to hit.” S2: “On.” S1: “That was stupidly smooth and I hate you for it.” Student: “Called the Scuds.” Spanish Teacher: “Hah. This gets worse the more you talk.” Student: I got through middle school via sleep deprivation and self deprecation. Student: I’m high bi and ready to die but I’m single and too focused on getting into a good university to mingle so cross cross applesauce do me a favour and just get lost Student: Im here Im queer and i'm full of existential fear. Student: Im single but I’m too afraid of rejection to mingle. Student: Im not a jellyfish… (quietly) I’m a human. Student: I went to bed at 9:30 last night. I am THRIVING! Student: I don’t know why but I have a weird fear of Catholics. Student: This band is the beginning of a porno I swear. X15 Student: Tea is just leaf juice and its gross. Student: Coffee is just bean juice so- S1: “Whats wrong with murder?” S2: “A lot of things Emilee- Theres a lot of thing wrong with murder.” Student: You called me a ginger yesterday. I will give you gingivitis. Student: “How do you do it?” English Teacher: “Most of us are medicated” S1: *barks and growls* S2: Silence you furry. Science Teacher: “Potassium.” Student: “Bananas” Student: Quit! You got fry dust in my eye! Student: See if your Armor of God protects you now. Science Teacher: I hit 190 pounds and I felt like a toad. Science Teacher: “It was really a cool feeling.” Student: “Was that a pun?” Science Teacher: “…Frosty.” S1: “Moment.” S2: “I’ve been singing that wrong my entire life! I thought it was woman!” S1: *Turning around in rolling chair* “Wait- repeat what you just said.” Student: Why did you draw a burning Elmo? Creative Writing Teacher: “The ‘H’ word” Student: “Hell?” CW Teacher: “nO!” S1: “Who said I ruined the peanut butter sandwich? It is now a cockroach peanut butter sandwich.” S2: “Ewww” S1: “Crunchity munchity.” Student: *while walking out of class* See you all in therapy. Student: *while walking back in* Hello guys, its just your neighborhood disappointment. Science Teacher: “Are you talking to your stomach?” Student: “Yeah..” Science Teacher: “Thats weird.” Student: “What are you dressed up as?” Spanish Teacher: “The bitch that I am.” Student: Im gonna name my kids gonorrhea. No, Crabs Brown. Student: Suck my strap on. Student: Its pronounced DIK DIK! Student: I’m gonna drink lead. Student: Mrs. Bustle, do you know what gonorrhea feels like? Science Teacher: Thats the stupid molecule at work again! Vice Principle: No reason to go outside today. Its cold… rainy….. I don’t want you to get sick. You can go outside during the bonfire. Where it will be cold and rainy! Student: I walk around the house with a non-binary flag on my ass. Student: This tea would taste a lot better if I was on a deserted island. Student: Our generation are the ones who ate tide pods. Natural Selection is coming for us. Student: It all started with Harambe. Student: Its my turn on the brain cell! Math Teacher: I had no expectations but you still disappointed me. Science Teacher: The cool thing about rocks is that you can throw them at your friends. Animal Care Teacher: Remember! Don’t flush the hamsters! Student: The toothbrush water isn’t the same. Band Director: I will tear out your liver! Student: *In spanish* You’re a whorehey. Student: I’m a complement to have in your life. *Seconds later* Can I jump out the window now? Student: *Walks in the room* I think my phone just shit itself. Student; Half of them were in serious relationships- wait, that makes me sound like a hoe. S1: “It was something you used to be obsessed with.” S2: “Oh…..Depression.” S1: “Are these eyeballs?” 

S2: “Uhhh duh.” S1: “Why were they in the microwave?” S2: “I was doing an experiment!” 

Student: I WILL beat your ass. Student: I’d probably go out and stand in the middle of the hallway, mocking them. Student while pushing themselves across the floor: Slither slither… *louder* Slither slither.. *louder* I’m a snake. Slither slither SSSssssSShksssks Student: I want to turn my finger nails into potato chips. I want to dip them in hot grease and flavor them barbecue. Student: *In a terrible Russian accent.* Close the door! I don’t want my toes to be turned into popsicles! Vice Principle: Today we are having food…I’m not sure what it is but it’s food. S1: “Ok boomer.” 

S2: “I’m not a boomer I’m a Leo!” Student: Are you looking at Reindeer privates? Student: The shit you see at 4am in *Insert Town Name* is very interesting.

- I think it's really cool when you guys send us these 🖕

#gen z #gen z humor #gen z life #gen z memes #gen z problems #gen z quotes #gen z funny #gen z mood #gen z stuff #gen z things #submission

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fatal-blow · 5 years

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I wrote a thing for Esurience cus I caught up with Junowrimo :Oc Now featuring Nalaki’s new backstory (at least in part)

It’s about 730 words, so not too too long, y’know?

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Clouds make a thick blanket over the sky above, like the downy fur of a gryphon’s underbelly, or the newborn fluff of a baby bird. Nalaki watches it with longing. Deep inside the grey clouds she swears she sees the flicker of oncoming lightning. It stirs something inside of her that little else can.

Across the artfully made metal table, poking at a salad with eyes trained on middle distance, sits Adrienne. His mind is somewhere else today. So is hers. It makes for an uneventful lunch.

In the quiet of the outside patio, among the woven framework that shades them with the lush leaves that have made their home there, their familiars chirp and croon at each other. At least someone’s spirits are high today.

“I’m thinking of leaving,” she says idly, like it’s small talk.

Adrienne reels back, uncharacteristically animated for a split second before he finds his composure. “Leaving?” he says, and his voice is tight in a way that he can’t hide. Not from her. Not after this many years.

“Mmhm.”

“I thought.” He pauses, closes his eyes, sucking in an audible breath. “You did not want to marry because it would take you away from Akata’sol’sen, and now you want to leave of your own volition? What about your work?”

She didn’t know what to say to that. What about it? It was getting her nowhere, or at least it felt that way. She could wander the halls of Akata Vilotique for decades, for centuries, and know that she wouldn’t find whatever it was that she was looking for. She didn’t think she would even quite figure out what it was she was looking for.

“I just feel lost, Adrienne,” she says. “No matter how hard I try, I cannot move forward. I keep looking back and wondering who I was. Everyone tells me to let it go but I, I can’t…”

For a moment, Adrienne’s composure slips into something tragically sympathetic. He has a lot of these moments around her, she thinks. Little slip ups, moments of warmth. She knows he didn’t want to give her up when her “uncle” offered her up to be his bride, that he would have loved to keep her.

Maybe that’s true love, though, giving her up anyways. What does she know? Nothing, not on eight measly years of memory and an entire landscape of forgotten grounds before it.

She balls her hands into fists. “I can’t just be nobody,” she insists. “There has to be a reason my name could not be found in the records. I would be happy just to know that alone.”

Adrienne knits his fingers in front of his mouth, sun gold eyes falling away from her face as he takes a deep breath. “Where would you go?”

She squeezes her eyes shut. It’s the only way she knows she won’t cry. “I don’t know,” she confesses. “Somewhere I can get answers. There has to be somewhere.”

A frigid breeze washes over the patio and the sky goes dark. They look up as one, watching as the storm swirls forebodingly overhead, promising a vicious night. Nalaki gets up, fingertips gracing the very edge of the table like they’re the only thing hooking her to Akata’sol’sen and to Adrienne.

She has so little. A family in name only, a single close friend, a city that’s become as close to home as she could ever hope, a body and voice, and little more than that.

She doesn’t want to let it go, even to go searching.

And yet…

And yet she could have so much more, if only she could find something.

She lets one hand slip away, but the other remains as she looks at Adrienne. His eyes are trained on his food.

“Do you still want to meet before we go to the Spire tomorrow?” she asks.

Without looking up, he nods. “When are you planning on going?”

“When I find out where I am to go.”

“Sometimes you need to take a step into the dark,” he says. “Sol may illuminate much of our paths, but there is power in balance. Sometimes you must let Lun guide you, instead.”

“When I am ready, you will be the first to know.”

“Thank you. Good luck, Nalaki.”

“You too, Adrienne.”

Calling her familiar to her, she lets her hand slip away from the table and walks away.

#esurience #nalaki vairnette #adrienne duvaun #fataldrabbles

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rowdy-revenant · 6 years

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The Beauty of a Beast - part 7

Characters: Y/N Singer, Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Charlie, Balthazar, Chuck, Castiel - future pairing of Gabriel x reader (slowwww burn)

Words: 1400+

Beta-reader: @nobodys-baby-now

Warnings: Animal attacks, mentions of an abusive parent, injuries

Chapter summary: You flee for your life but almost lose it. Bobby asks for help. A few questions are answered

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Part 7 - Gabriel

The cold stung your skin but you couldn’t care less. You had had enough of being stuck in a castle, enough of servants turned household items, enough of that damn beast!

“Philippe!” You cried as you approached the stables. You pulled the horse onto the path and mounted him, looking back once at the palace before racing off.

Philippe sped through the snowy forest path. The moon was the only thing there to light your way through the darkness.

You could hear your heart beating in your chest when a louder sound made it skip a beat. A howl of a wolf. Still, you pressed on. Your father was at home, yes Bobby had to be there. He needed you and you needed him.

A wolf as white as the snow falling behind it ran out from between the trees. More and more flooded out of the woods until an entire pack was chasing you and Philippe.

A few wolves darted out in front, cutting you off. You tugged the reins, directing your horse to turn onto another path. Philippe's galloping grew unsteady as he skidden onto a frozen lake. The ice seemed thick enough to hold your weight, but you still felt uneasy being on it.

Something furry knocked you off your horse and onto the ground. As you rushed to get to your feet, the wolf that pushed you off bared its fangs and prepared to pounce. You grabbed a fallen tree branch and swung it just as the canine leaped.

Swinging your makeshift weapon left and right, you did your best to fend off the attackers. It wasn’t working. You were a walking snack, and the wolves just kept on coming.

One of the wolves grabbed the end of the branch in its teeth and pulled it from you. While it had its mouth full, you kicked it as hard as you could. The wolf skidded back a few feet, but the kick had only annoyed it. The wolf regained its balance and got ready to attack. This was it. This was the end.

Another snarl, one deeper than that of the wolves sounded through the forest. In a flash, a large figure tackled the wolf about to kill you.

You had to be hallucinating. But there The Beast was, on all fours, fangs bared, wings spread, and claws unretracted. It threw that wolf against a tree. More leapt at him. One was knocked to the side with a wing, another thrown away with horns. The fight raged before you for a good fThe Beast stood in the centre of the lake, roaring at the pack.

All but one fled into the darkness. One wolf, bigger than the others, still remained behind the Beast’s back. It pounced, digging its teeth into the Beast’s arm.

The Beast roared in pain. He swung his arms, finally grabbing hold of the wolf. He threw it to the ground where it remained, motionless.

Uneven breath visible in the cold air, the Beast looked once more to you, and fell.

This was your chance to go home. The wolves were gone, the Beast couldn’t go after you. You rushed to Philippe, grabbing the reins and-

You stopped. The Beast defended you, saved your damn life, even after you trespassed then fled.

You lead the horse over to the wounded Beast.

“Hey,” You said softly. “Stay awake.”

The Beast huffed, his head rolling to the side. His eyelids drooped.

“Hey!” You repeated. “Come on, I’ve got you. Just stand for me. I’ve got you.”

With the last of his energy, the Beast stood. You helped him mount the horse and started to lead him back to the palace.

“Dean!”

The older Winchester brother looked up after his name was called. Bobby Singer stood in the entrance of the Roadhouse tavern. His clothes were wet and dirty, his hair was awry, and his eyes were wild.

“Dean,” Bobby repeated. The craftsman sounded slightly sick. “You have to help me.”

Dean got up from his chair by the fire and sauntered over to your father. “What’s the matter, Bobby? You seem shaken.”

“It’s Y/N.” Bobby explained.

A smirk began to creep its way up Dean’s lips at the mention of your name. All the advice Sam gave him seemed to fly out the window. “Y/N you say?”

Bobby nodded. “I- it’s a long story, but they’re in danger. A beast has my child, Dean! You have to help me!”

The whole pub laughed at the mention of a beast.

“A beast?” Dean asked, his tone mocking. “What kind of beast?”

Ignoring the laughter, Bobby continued. “A big one! Like someone threw a bunch of animals together an- it ain’t funny! I’m serious!”

Dean decided to humour the old man. “Different animal parts?”

Bobby nodded. “Like a chimera. Horns and claws and a tail and wings-”

“How tall was he?”

“I don’t know, seven, maybe even eight feet?” Bobby answered.“Taller than Sam, I swear!”

Laughter continued. Bobby ran up and grabbed Sam’s jacket, his dirt covered hands staining the material. “You have to believe me!”

Sam looked down at the craftsman. “He’s insane. I’ll take care of him.” He grabbed Bobby’s arm and started dragging the weakened man away.

When the got to the door, Dean called out “Stop, Sammy.”

Sam stopped. Dean gestured for him to let go of Bobby, so he did. The hunter walked forward, a devious smile on his face. “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. I believe you.”

“You… you do?” Bobby asked.

Dean nodded, dusting off the other man’s jacket. If he went along with Bobby’s wild accusation, there was a chance he’d earn your hand in marriage. “Of course.” Dean lied. He looked over at Sam, then back to Bobby. “Lead us to this beast.”

The Beast lay in his bed licked at his wound like a hurt animal. You sat in a chair next you him, dipping a cloth in warm water. “Don’t do that. It’s unsanitary.” You said.

He grumbled but stopped. When you touched the bite mark on his arm, he roared in pain.

“Stay still!” You insisted, throwing your hands in the air after the Beast once again pulled away from you.

“It hurts.” The Beast pouted.

“It wouldn’t hurt if you’d just stay still.” You retorted.

“I wouldn’t be hurt if you hadn’t run away!”

“I wouldn’t have run away if you hadn’t scared me!”

“Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing!”

“Well you should learn to control your temper!”

You glared at him. After a few seconds, the Beast gave in. He rolled his eyes and moved back to his previous position on the bed. Gently, you dabbed at the bite on his arm with a damp cloth. The fur around it was matted with blood, but it didn’t seem too severe. The bleeding seemed to have stopped.

Sighing, you put the cloth down. “Thank you for saving me.”

The Beast looked back at you. “I should say the same thing to you. So… thanks, Y/N.”

“I couldn’t leave you there to die in the cold. Though I’m sure all that fur keeps you warm enough.”

He chuckled. The sound was so unfamiliar but so refreshing. “I guess so. First time thought about this curse in a positive light.”

“Curse?” You inquired.

The Beast was silent again. It was clear he wouldn’t talk about this any time soon.

You got up, pulling the blanket back over him. “Get some rest-”

“Gabriel.” The Beast spoke up. “My name is Gabriel.”

You smiled a little, glad he was opening up to you, even if it was just a little. “Get some rest, Gabriel.”

Gabriel closed his eyes and rested his head on the pillows.

You got up and walked out of his room. Balthazar, Chuck, Charlie, Castiel, and Jack were waiting outside anxiously.

“How is he?” Charlie asked.

“He’s alright,” You answered. “Just needs some sleep.”

The servants all sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Castiel said.

As you walked down the stairs with them, more questions came to your mind. “Why do you stay here with him? Why were you cursed too? You didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the thing,” Balthazar agreed. “We didn’t.”

“The old king was a cruel man. He manipulated the master into becoming just like him once his mother died. And we let him.” Chuck explained.

“His curse is our curse too.” Castiel explained. “It is only fair we be punished as well.”

You nodded. “So, what did you all do before that?”

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thisisarealtagwhy · 7 years

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Day Eight: Tears

So, this is more straw hats cos im a sucker for them.

There’s a bit of mild gore but that’s in the very last part of it so i warn you, if you haven’t got a strong stomach don’t read it. But, that being said, the warning im going to give you is that there is a nightmare rotting corpse.

Oh, i actually just went and labelled the gory part so if you want to read the rest of it go ahead.

So, without further ado:

The tears shed between all of them are probably enough to fill a small pool.

But, their captain will always be there for them despite how many times they push him away.

Brook has almost nothing to his name anymore.

Well, that’s a lie.

He has the clothes he has bought over the two years of being a part of civilisation.

He has his cane-sword. One that he was given after he completed his swordsman ship in fencing. It had been a beautiful occasion and both of his parents had bought him the sword.

Then he had left for a pirating journey, running into Captain Yorki and the Rumbar pirates.

Laboon, I’m so sorry. Captain Yorki murmurs under his breath, unable to fully draw in his next.

Brook doesn’t understand why – but he does entirely and that is why he hates himself.

Captain Yorki takes his last breath and Brook screams.

It’s not like… before…

Brook is a terrible captain, he never wanted this job but it had been Captain Yorki’s final order as captain so there is no way he was able to turn it down.

But then….

“Brook! We’ve got company! We can’t see anything in this damn fog…” One of the crew cries, then he is shot and they’re all fighting for their lives.

“Brook!”

The humming swordsman is everywhere at once, trying desperately to prevent his crew, his nakama from being killed from something he could have should have avoided.

And as he lays there dying he apologizes to Laboon, to Captain Yorki because he couldn’t help either of them.

“One last time, for Laboon.” He murmurs and begins to play.

“Binkusu no sake wo, todoke ni yuuku yo…

He cries silently as his crew falls one after the other to the poison tipped arrows, he will not cry aloud because Laboon deserves so much better, and he can only hope that someone will find them one day and play it for Laboon.

“Umikaze kimakase namimakase…

Captain Yorki, I have failed you, Brook thinks. He knows that he’s going to die, he’s accepted his fate.

He knows that if he doesn’t die by some miracle, then…

He doesn’t like to think about what he might do, all alone in the fog.

“Captain!”

Brook wakes up with twin tears streaming down his skeletal face (but how could he cry if he has no tear ducts?).

“Brook.” It’s said lowly enough but Brook turns anyway, still heaving his sobs out.

Luffy is sitting next to his hammock, holding his hand. Brook cries some more because here the man who is going to make his dream true is here with him.

“Senchou-san.” He gasps out, he needs air (which is odd for he is a skeleton).

“Brook.” Luffy murmurs again and climbs into his hammock without any further prompting.

Luffy wraps his rubbery limbs around the skeleton, Brook allows himself to be ensconced within the warm embrace of his captain, friend, brother.

“You’re here with us Brook.” Luffy says into his rib-cage and Brook can’t help but remember just how small the captain is but how big he seems sometimes – and not just because of the ridiculous gears or food for that matter.

“I know, Luffy-san, it is just…”

Luffy tightens his limbs. “It’s okay Brook. One day I’ll be King of the Pirates and then we’ll go see Laboon, mmkay?”

“But-”

“No buts about it, you’re going to see Laboon again, I painted a jolly roger on his head so he won’t be trying to get through anymore.” Luffy says.

Brook hums contentedly, then Luffy’s stomach grumbles and he blushes a little.

“Do you want to go get some food, Luffy-san?” Brook asks.

“Okay, you’re coming too.” Luffy says cheerfully and drags the skeleton out of the hammock.

Brook doesn’t protest, he wishes to be surrounded by the straw hat pirates once more.

He remembers, he does have things from before. He has his memories, he has a tone dial with a last message. And most importantly he is still himself. He may not be flesh and blood but he is sure that Laboon will remember him.

Franky barely has any of his body left anymore.

Not his original body, at least.

It’s all been coated and replaced by synthetic skin and metallic counterparts.

He knows that he was never wanted, his parents ditched him on that scrap island, but that’s okay because he found something better than his shitty parents anyway.

“Tom! Look at what I made!” He says, proudly presenting the tiny canoe to his mentor.

“Good job Franky.” Tom says gruffly, before turning back to his own boat.

“Tch.”

“Wanna go, Bakaberg?” Franky asks, he had been high strung that morning and he was ready to take it out on his surrogate brother.

“Nothing.”

Then the dream is dissolving like acid and fading away, replaced by something far worse.

“We’re under attack!”

“What the hell?! They shouldn’t be firing!” Franky is near hysterical by this point.

And then Tom, Tom is sacrificing himself and there ain’t a damn thing he can do about it.

“Stop Puffing Tom, where are you taking your master!?” He hasn’t got anything to live for.

His master, dad is sacrificing himself for his sake and he shouldn’t be. “Please, Tom.”

Then all he feels is blinding pain, hot and white.

And Franky screams.

He builds himself his own armour that he melds to the back of his body. Although, he used a lot bigger parts so the skin on his back is quite stretched at the moment.

Franky swears that he will never allow something like that to happen.

He only has heard bits and pieces about what goes on inside of Impel Down from both the news and from what Luffy’s spoken of when the captain is delirious.

(Poison, and fire, and so much more)

“It’ll be okay.” He reassures himself as he bites down on a spare piece of wood, burning the hot metal to his skin.

Any nerves he had in the front are replaced with wires and cords, whilst his back is crying in constant pain.

Who knew that making a cyborg without anaesthesia would be so damn hard?

And then he is fading away and the monstrous pits of his imagination swallow him whole.

What kind of hell could his master be undergoing before his death?

Fire?

Starvation?

Poison?

Ice?

This is all your fault.

“Tom! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll be a better student! Just come back!”

Of course, his wishes fall on deaf ears and he hopes, hopes to high heaven and back that Tom was not subjected to the torture he thinks goes on inside of Impel Down.

“Oi~!”

“Tom!” Franky wakes with one arm extending to the ceiling.

He begins to cry again, which is so not super…

“Franky!”

“What do you want Luffy?” He tries wiping his eyes, but they just keep on coming.

The hammock creaks a little under the weight of the duo but Franky built them to be solid.

Luffy pressed himself up against the synthetic skin and Franky wishes that he could actually feel said captain.

Luffy presses a little harder.

Franky sobs a little louder.

No words are exchanged, only the cries of Franky are to be heard.

Next thing Franky knows, he’s drifting off to sleep. And all he dreams of that night are grinning straw hats and an endless sea of adventure.

Robin has many regrets in life.

She regrets that she wasn’t able to save Ohara.

She regrets that she doesn’t have the medallion that identifies her as an archaeologist anymore.

“Are you my mother?”

The memory swirls into existence and the white-haired women takes another step forward-away from her.

“Please, I’ve been working so hard.”

“It’ll be okay Robin.”

“Mum! Mum!”

She is within Saul’s tight grip and her mother stays behind to protect her.

And then… “The sea is a wide place, there are surely nakama waiting out there for you Robin! Search for them!”

Kuzan freezes the rest of the giant even as he laughs away.

She… doesn’t deserve to live.

The scholars are all most likely dead, that or taken away to the World Government for execution.

All of the civilians are dead, shot down by Vice-Admiral Sakazuki.

Ohara is burning and the tree of knowledge falls.

But fire, fire burns through the island and tears at the edges of her reality.

“Derishishi!” She cries even as she follows the ice path.

She is just a monster, who would want her to live?

She could have saved them.

She could have helped them.

Robin cries in aguish for her friends.

She may be an archaeologist but she is alone.

The burden to take her in is far too much either way.

The fire still feels hot, but not hot like one would expect of a blazing island.

“Mum.”

She wakes up in a pool of her own sweat and tears, Luffy wrapped around her middle. “Hello senchou-san.” She manages to choke out around the lump in her throat.

“It’s okay Robin.”

Is it? She wants to ask, but she will not because Luffy feels like warmth, and strangely enough, freedom.

“We’re not leaving.” He mumbles into her chest and she is mildly surprised that Nami was not in here.

The mikan by her bedside speaks for itself, she thinks.

“I am okay now senchou-san.”

Despite her steady voice Luffy still grips her. “It’s okay Robin.” He repeats.

She doesn’t attempt to dislodge him.

Doctor Hiruluk is a quack doctor.

Chopper knows this.

But he also loves his doctor who showed him that not all humans were monsters.

Some nights Chopper dreams that he learnt quicker and saved Doctor Hiruluk.

Some nights he dreams that Doctor Kureha healed Doctor Hiruluk.

But some nights…

“Why couldn’t you save me Chopper?!”

“You’re worthless, you’re a monster!”

“You are not my son! No son of mine is furry, and has a blue nose.”

It’s always harder to distinguish whether Doctor Hiruluk actually said that or not.

Doctor Hiruluk is coughing again, but Chopper ignored all of the signs.

So he waves a flag in declaration against any known disease by mankind, and then some.

He waves it in surrender for he will not be able to learn without her.

Kureha accepts him because of a promise to the stupid quack doctor.

I want…

I want Doctor Hiruluk to be okay.

“I’m raising my flag to challenge all of the diseases out there!”

A hand is slapped to the cherry blossom flag.

“Really?”

“Yup! You gotta face life’s challenges head-on Chopper! That’s why I’m a doctor Chopper.”

“Don’t we make things worse?”

“Nonsense, I like to think that we help people smile again.”

He laughs.

“You’re sick?”

Chopper is beaten within an inch of his life but it’s okay because he found it, the cure to doctor’s disease.

It can cure anything.

“When do you think a man dies?”

“Doctor! Just wait for me! Please!”

“When they're shot through the heart with a pistol? ...No.”

Chopper is running as fast as he can. He can’t have given Doctor a poison, Doctor said that the skull and cross bones meant a challenge!

“When they have an uncurable disease? ...No. When they drink soup made from a poisonous mushroom?”

He will make it, he has to, Doctor did so many nice things for him, he cannot be the reason the kind Doctor dies. He can’t be.

“No! When they are forgotten! Even if I die, my dream will come true. The hearts of the people will be cured..!”

And Chopper screams in rage and pain and charges at the 20 MD. “Doctor Hiruluk!”

And he wakes up to the wooden roof of Sunny. He immediately stuffs his hooves in his mouth to prevent any more noise from escaping but the damage has been done.

He hears the crew murmur some things to each other before a pair of arms encircle him, squeezing him tightly. They were warm, contradictory to the cold his mind was telling him was there.

“L-l-luffy?”

“Shhh, we’re going to sleep, aren’t we?”

Chopper just nods and feels Luffy shift behind him before settling down.

“Just sleep Chopper, we’re all here.”

Sanji didn’t have a particularly good childhood.

The way he was brought up it was kill or be killed, okay, so not as drastic but the point stands that the Vinsmokes were brutal bastards.

Even Reiju, as kind as she had been, she hadn’t spoken out against the treatment. Not that he blamed her, there was no doubt she would have joined him.

The darkness was oppressive, pushing down on him from within the metal helmet.

It had been a week since he had been left down here, whether to die was another matter.

Sanji had cut open his hands on the helmet.

And Reiju still was kind to him.

But his mother…

She always tried to make him feel better. She had even tried to hide just how sick she was.

But Sanji wasn’t stupid, he could see the way she was beginning to slip away.

And finally…

She faded away…

There weren’t many attenders to her funeral. Either out of fear for Germa 66 or because they didn’t care.

Sanji was the only one who cried.

He did so in secret so he didn’t make a big scene but they heard him anyway. “Look at this wuss, crying like a little coward.”

“Baha.”

“We should teach him a lesson.”

Their fists rained down on him and he was pretty sure that at least one bone broke which was always a pain in the ass because he wasn’t able to cook half of the time.

The memory swirled like cake batter before reforming to that godamned rock.

“He still has plenty of food left.”

“What are you doing, little eggplant? Did you see a ship?”

“I’m here for your food old-man.”

But there was no food, only worthless gold and a stump of a leg.

It’s your fault and you know it.

He sacrificed it all and this is how you want to repay him?

Stupid little Vinsmoke, should have died before he was born.

“It’s delicious Sanji!”

“You liar…”

He wakes up, curled onto one side, tears sliding down his face silently.

He loves his mother, he loves the shitty old geezer too.

But he hurt both of them…

A body lands on top of him and it takes everything to not just scream at Luffy. “Hi Sanji.”

Then Luffy winds his way into his chest, worming into his curled up figure and he figures what the hell? And allows the captain to have his way.

“You’re nice and warm, shishi.”

Sanji’s still trembling but eventually they die down.

“What are you doing shitty rubber?”

“I was cold so I wanted to warm up.”

It’s infallible logic, if it wasn’t currently 25 degrees. Sanji thinks it’s more impressive that Luffy didn’t whistle or give away his lie.

So Sanji allows the idiot to stay there.

It is comforting, but he would never admit that.

Usopp knows that there had to be something wrong with him.

Logically, as a young child he thought that maybe his father just didn’t want to stay because of the responsibilities of having a child.

He thinks that that is why his mother died of her sickness.

But that isn’t what usually haunts his dreams.

No, there’s about a bajillion other things that scare him hidden within the folds of his nightmares.

Usopp is a perfectly normal human being. He dreams of death probably more than he should.

Death by perfectly innocent looking things.

But he grew stronger over the two years, so his captain would never have to go through that again.

His nightmares are primarily about Merry.

She carried them for as long as possible.

And that is why she could die happy. The ocean floor is a lonely place. Usopp thinks.

He thinks about it a lot, if he were to die, he would prefer for it to be back in between Water 7 and Enies Lobby where Merry waits for them.

He will fufill his dream but he isn’t dumb, he knows he’s not invincible, hell, none of them are invincible.

So he wakes from dreams filled with stupid deaths and dark blue oceans to the sight of a familiar straw hat and a warmth at his back that hadn’t been there before.

Nami is adopted, that’s okay, Bellmère is a marine that saved her.

She was adopted into a dirt-poor family, that’s also okay, she knows how to steal and she loves Nojiko and Bellmère.

Her dreams are filled with the days they plant mikan trees together.

But eventually they crumble away like the soil beneath their toes to that day.

The day that Arlong came into her life.

She had been so mean, such a bitch that she had said those things to Bellmère. The ex-marine had only ever been kind to her.

And she still had the gall to complain about how much she had. Such materialistic desires, she knows better now.

But it’s a little too late.

“I’m sorry Genzo but I can’t stand here and say that I have no children. Nami! Nojiko! I love you!”

“Bellmère!!” Both sisters scream in synchronisation.

“I will get 100 million beri, if it’s the last thing I do.”

The tattoo is like a claw around her shoulder, pulling her back to the bastard that had ruined her life. She tears at her skin desperately trying to pull it off.

Because he promised and her village is going to be destroyed because of her naivety.

But then Luffy is there, stopping her from utterly destroying her arm further.

A treasure is placed in her crew and later on she watches in pure, unadulterated awe as the boy – not even a man – takes down the seemingly invincible fishman.

But she still feels bitter.

All of those years amounted to nothing it was all stripped away in a moment and then a boy who had no business there was destroying the Arlong Pirates.

She wakes up crying, she quickly claws her way under the doona cover to prevent Robin from being woken up by her but then remembers that the archaeologist is on watch.

She sobs out loud, she misses Bellmère and the smell of her faint gunpowder and mikan and-

She shudders as the door is pushed open and footsteps thud dully along the floor, her doona is opened and a lithe frame slips in and brings her into his arms.

She can’t find the energy to tell him off for making his way into the woman’s quarters and instead buries her head in his chest, crying out the rest of her tears.

(The slightly graphic part:)

Zoro doesn’t have nightmares very often.

She left and it was all her fault to leave him with a promise to become the very best.

Taken away in a flash, just like that!

She was always stronger than him and he wishes she was alive now.

The grassy field is surprisingly warm despite the rippling wind.

Kuina is not much than a dark blob standing on the tree line.

But then she moves forward and any pretence of peace is broken by the sight of her rotting body.

Zoro flinches backwards because she is decomposing. There is a trail of human decay behind her as she walks, still as graceful as she was in life despite the gaping holes in her body.

An arm falls off and yet she still walks, skin green and white and grey, black matter falling out of her like an awful parody of snow.

“You were prepared to give it all up!” She screeches, sounding more like a banshee than the girl he had known.

Zoro takes the abuse as she comes closer and brings back a fist and punches him square in the face, it causes her arm to grotesquely snap and part of her body smears against his face.

He falls over, too stunned to do anything.

“You promised!” She screams again and straddles him, bringing her fists back and raining them down on his body.

At some stage they fell off and instead she is punching him with two stumps instead of fists, the blood that isn’t really blood is spreading over his dojo uniform and he feels like vomiting.

He wakes up, tears gathering in his good eye, he lets them fall despite the warmth at his chest from his captain.

“Hey Zoro.” Luffy whispers into his chest.

“Hey.” He manages, it sounds very strangled to his own ears and wonders if that’s what it sounds like to his captain.

“Zoro was having a nightmare.”

He wants to snort no shit sherlock but refrains, Luffy is warm against his chest, unlike the mockery of Kuina, her breath hot and rotting against-

Nope, just think about Luffy.

“Yeah.” He whispers.

And it’s okay, it’ll be okay.

#20 years at sea #day 8: tears #angsty #op spoilers #mild gore content #at the bottom #straw hat pirates

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lovemesomesurveys · 7 years

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One word for your mood: Crappy.

Two things you’ve done today: Went to my doctor appointment and got something to eat afterwards.

Three things that you could be doing other than this: Reading, coloring, sleeping.

Four foods/drinks you do not like: Seafood, steak, orange juice, cranberry juice. Five pet peeves: Slurping/sucking/licking/smacking of food, being late, ice hitting against a glass, realizing you’re out of something you wanted to eat or drink, and being poked.

Six things you did yesterday: Had coffee and blueberry muffins, had McDonald’s, watched the Cooking Channel all day, Tumblr-ed, watched Youtube videos, and had Chick-Fl-A for dinner. Seven people in your cell phone contacts: My mom, dad, younger brother, older brother, my aunt, my other aunt, and Ty. Eight things you’d like to do before you die: Go to New York, Sweden, Hawaii...so travel, go on a road trip, visit Giraffe Manor, meet Alexander Skarsgård, find something I’m truly passionate about, find love, be able to take care of my family, and find happiness.

Nine things that are in the room you’re in right now: My giraffe print body pillow, a giraffe stuffed animal that stands and is taller than me, a framed photo of my chocolate lab, Brandie <333, a soda from Jack-in-the-Box, a Star Wars calendar, a Swedish flag, a bookshelf, a box of art supplies, and a coloring book. I have well over nine giraffe things alone, but yeah. Haha.

Ten movies you have seen: Star Wars: the trilogy, the prequels, The Force Awakens, Rogue One, The Devil Wears Prada, and I Love You, Man. Hahah the Star Wars films alone took up most of this list.

Who would you say is your hero? My grandma and my mom.

Do you believe at love at first site? No.

Who is the last person to IM you? My friend via Facebook Messenger.

When was the last time you cried? This morning.

Have you taken a shower today? Not yet. I take mine at night.

Who was the last person to hug you? My mom.

Who did you last kiss and really felt something? Joseph.

Are you in love with that person? Not anymore.

What color are your nails? I don’t have any nail polish on.

Do you think people judge you before they get to know you? Yes.

Have you seen the new Star Trek movie? Nope. I’m not into those.

Would you say that you’re an understanding person? Yes.

When was the last time you went on a walk? Last weekend.

What is the number one website you use? Tumblr.

What is the name of your best friend? I don’t really feel like I have one.

Do you wish things would go back to the way they were before? Yes, a lot of things.

Who was the last person to make you have a REAL smile? Either my mom or brother.

Have you ever felt heartbreak? Yes.

Do you think relationships are a waste of time? No?

Do you swear often? No.

What is one artist that you listen to that not many other people do? Hmm. I don’t know.

Have you ever written a letter and never sent it? No.

Do you know anyone in the Army/Navy/Air Force? No.

What are your plans for the day? I’ll be in bed resting, Tumblr-ing, watching TV, eat dinner at some point, and have my nighttime coffee and dessert.

How’d you sleep last night? I slept okay.

Are you one of those people who party hard? Ha, no. I don’t party.

What is the last furry thing you touched? My pillow.

Do you use your e-mail to really e-mail people? No.

What is the last web site you visited? Besides this one of course, it was Youtube.

Does anyone know your passwords? Some of them.

Do you have a lot of junk mail in your e-mail account? I haven’t checked in awhile, so probably.

Do you ever feel like life is being unfair? Yes.

Where was your display picture taken? In my room.

Do you blog? This is it. Well, this one and my main one.

Does your phone have internet capabilities? If so, do you use it? Yeahhh.

Have you ever used dictionary.com? Yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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foundcarcosa · 7 years

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clxvii.

One word for your mood: >> Neutral.

Two things you’ve done today: >> Patched and played ESO; finished my reread of DT III: The Waste Lands.

Three things that you could be doing other than this: >> Reading, drawing, playing a video game.

Four foods/drinks you do not like: >> Doughnuts, bananas, dark soda, Nutella. Five pet peeves: >> I don’t really have pet peeves. I have sensory difficulties and misophonic reactions, but I consider ‘pet peeves’ to be more of a preference thing than a neurodivergent-bullshit thing.

Six things you did yesterday: >> Went to the gym; showered; picked up a package from the post office; finished Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology; bought some books at Barnes and Noble; tried a wrap from Starbucks. Seven people in your cell phone contacts: >> I don’t even have seven cell phone contacts. Eight things you’d like to do before you die: >> Mmm.

Nine things that are in the room you’re in right now: >> Preacher Funko Pops; a bottle of jojoba oil; boxes that need to be taken to the dumpster; a fairy-cat plushie; a coffee table; a full-length mirror; a space heater; a cross-stitch that I’m never going to do; a cat.

Ten movies you have seen: >> Er. Into the Wild, American History X, Antichrist, A Serbian Film, Hellraiser, The Fountain, Interstellar, He’s Just Not That Into You, Martyrs, The Shining.

Who would you say is your hero? >> I wouldn’t say that about anyone.

Do you believe at love at first site? >> I haven’t experienced it, but I don’t care to question its existence based solely on my own lack of experience.

Who is the last person to IM you? >> Sigma sent me an image on facebook.

When was the last time you cried? >> I don’t remember. Probably some middle-of-the-night in the past week.

Have you taken a shower today? >> No.

Who was the last person to hug you? >> Sparrow.

Who did you last kiss and really felt something? >> Garth...? I mean, that sure was a, uh, feeling. I don’t know what kind of feeling you meant, exactly, but I’m sticking to that.

Are you in love with that person? >> I don’t think “in love” could really apply to us.

What color are your nails? >> Their normal colour.

Do you think people judge you before they get to know you? >> Well, sure. That’s a common practice.

Have you seen the new Star Trek movie? >> No.

Would you say that you’re an understanding person? >> As often as I can be.

When was the last time you went on a walk? >> I don’t remember. I’ll try to pick up the practice in the spring, depending on where we move.

What is the number one website you use? >> tumblr, it seems.

What is the name of your best friend? >> Garth.

Do you wish things would go back to the way they were before? >> No.

Who was the last person to make you have a REAL smile? >> Er. I don’t know, I smile about a vast variety of things from minute to minute.

Have you ever felt heartbreak? >> Yes.

Do you think relationships are a waste of time? >> Not at all.

Do you swear often? >> Not as often as I used to.

What is one artist that you listen to that not many other people do? >> The Vincent Black Shadow, probably.

Have you ever written a letter and never sent it? >> No.

Do you know anyone in the Army/Navy/Air Force? >> Probably.

What are your plans for the day? >> The day is winding down. I had no plans for it, anyway.

How’d you sleep last night? >> Fine.

Are you one of those people who party hard? >> If I am going to party, I’m going to party hard, because otherwise there’s no point. But here’s the thing... what partying? I don’t live in a big city anymore, and the people I generally keep company with now are not partiers. My resurrection of the Dionysian Mysteries will have to remain a pipe dream for now.

What is the last furry thing you touched? >> A blanket.

Do you use your e-mail to really e-mail people? >> Sometimes.

What is the last web site you visited? >> Aside from this one, facebook.

Does anyone know your passwords? >> Yes.

Do you have a lot of junk mail in your e-mail account? >> No. I keep it pretty clean.

Do you ever feel like life is being unfair? >> Sometimes. But it doesn’t make any sense to entertain that sort of thought.

Where was your display picture taken? >> My facebook display photo was taken at a bus stop on 44th Street.

Do you blog? >> Here.

Does your phone have internet capabilities? If so, do you use it? >> Yes and yes.

Have you ever used dictionary.com? >> Sure.

#surveysofsamedi

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factsaboutastranger · 7 years

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One word for your mood: Depressed

Two things you’ve done today: Met up with a stranger friend and ate fire noodles YUM

Three things that you could be doing other than this: Sleeping, watching YT videos, and blogging

Four foods/drinks you do not like: Alcohol, cranberry sauce, anything with cream cheese, and Dr. Pepper

Five pet peeves: The sound of someone eating an apple, being late, not being self aware, slackers, and not using turn signals.

Six things you did yesterday: Sleep, eat, YTed, text, drink water, and used the restroom. Seven people in your cell phone contacts: My mom, dad, friend, friend, friend, friend, and friend. Eight things you’d like to do before you die: Go visit family in China, travel to Asia, Europe, anywhere really, find happiness, find a purpose in life, find a job I’m content with, and eat good food.

Nine things that are in the room you’re in right now: My college diploma, my phone, my laptop, my bed, my bookshelf, my teddy bear, my lamp, my desk, and a bottle of water

Ten movies you have seen: Iron Man, Iron Man 2, Iron 3, Captain America: The First Avenger, Captain America 2: The Winter Solider, Captain America 3: Civil War, The Avengers, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland

Who would you say is your hero? Idk

Do you believe at love at first sight? No.

Who is the last person to IM you? My friend via Facebook Messenger.

When was the last time you cried? Today.

Have you taken a shower today? Yup

Who was the last person to hug you? It’s been a while.

Who did you last kiss and really felt something? First and only person I’ve kissed.

Are you in love with that person? Yes, I think so.

What color are your nails? I don’t have any nail polish on.

Do you think people judge you before they get to know you? Yes.

Have you seen the new Star Trek movie? Nope.

Would you say that you’re an understanding person? Yes, most of the time.

When was the last time you went on a walk? Today.

What is the number one website you use? Youtube.

What is the name of your best friend? Lisa

Do you wish things would go back to the way they were before? Yes.

Who was the last person to make you have a REAL smile? I’m not sure.

Have you ever felt heartbreak? Yes.

Do you think relationships are a waste of time? Not if it’s with someone who you have feelings for and they feel the same.

Do you swear often? No.

What is one artist that you listen to that not many other people do? Idk.

Have you ever written a letter and never sent it? Yes, many.

Do you know anyone in the Army/Navy/Air Force? Yes.

What are your plans for the day? I’m not sure.

How’d you sleep last night? Meh.

Are you one of those people who party hard? Nope.

What is the last furry thing you touched? My teddy bear.

Do you use your e-mail to really e-mail people? For school or work purposes so I guess yes?

What is the last web site you visited? Youtube.

Does anyone know your passwords? Nope.

Do you have a lot of junk mail in your e-mail account? Yup.

Do you ever feel like life is being unfair? Yes.

Where was your display picture taken? Photograph of something I found.

Do you blog? Trying to kindof.

Does your phone have internet capabilities? If so, do you use it? Yeahhh.

Have you ever used dictionary.com? Yes.

#survey

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sw33tser3ndipity · 7 years

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it's like myspace all over again

One word for your mood: content

Two things you’ve done today: I got all my school work done and went to the gym

Three things that you could be doing other than this: I could be watching greys or I could be drinking water like I should be doing .. I should probably be sleeping by now too

Four foods/drinks you do not like: olives cilantro raw tomatoes gummy candy

Five pet peeves: realizing I forgot something important at the store as soon as I get home messy environments in general bad grammar bad drivers putting laundry away

Six things you did yesterday: I worked went tanning watched greys anatomy cooked dinner did laundry and I smoked a blunt

Seven people in your cell phone contacts: John-Paul my mom my dad austine kyra becca stephanie ..the last seven people I texted 😌

Eight things you’d like to do before you die: learn yoga learn how to french braid my own hair travel have a career in a field I love run a marathon get married have a baby buy a house

Nine things that are in the room you’re in right now: essential oil diffuser a tv a fan candles lamps blankets candy hearts my birth control water bottles

Ten movies you have seen: sisterhood of the traveling pants elf willy wonka and the chocolate factory home alone fast & furious confessions of a teenage drama queen shallow hal definitely maybe how the grinch stole christmas titanic .. such a random list but these are the first ones that came to mind 😂

Who would you say is your hero? my mum ♥️

Do you believe at love at first site? lust or infatuation maybe

Who is the last person to IM you? a super random ex co worker

When was the last time you cried? idk it wasn’t that long ago though maybe like two weeks ago ?

Have you taken a shower today? I have

Who was the last person to hug you? John-Paul

Who did you last kiss and really felt something? John-Paul

Are you in love with that person? I am 😍

What color are your nails? they’re like a soft blue and my toe nails are hot pink

Do you think people judge you before they get to know you? probably

Have you seen the new Star Trek movie? I haven’t even seen the old

Would you say that you’re an understanding person? yes

When was the last time you went on a walk? today on the treadmill. it’s been too long since I’ve taken an actual walk outside :(

What is the number one website you use? fb

What is the name of your best friend? John-Paul

Do you wish things would go back to the way they were before? in some ways yes

Who was the last person to make you have a REAL smile? John-Paul

Have you ever felt heartbreak? yes

Do you think relationships are a waste of time? no

Do you swear often? no

What is one artist that you listen to that not many other people do? idk. not too many people listen to gnash .. no one else that I know of anyways

Have you ever written a letter and never sent it? yes

Do you know anyone in the Army/Navy/Air Force? actively? no

What are your plans for the day? it’s 10:33pm I’m probably gonna fall asleep after this. annnnd for tomorrow .. I’m working then I have some errands to run. JP and I are having our first date night in in literal months

How’d you sleep last night? so good !! I actually got to sleep in for once too

Are you one of those people who party hard? no

What is the last furry thing you touched? bailey

Do you use your e-mail to really e-mail people? not regularly unless you’re referring to my school email then yeah

What is the last web site you visited? besides tumblr .. fb

Does anyone know your passwords? JP

Do you have a lot of junk mail in your e-mail account? no I go through my inbox regularly

Do you ever feel like life is being unfair? constantly

Where was your display picture taken? in my bedroom

Do you blog? tumblr only

Does your phone have internet capabilities? If so, do you use it? of course lol

Have you ever used dictionary.com? all the time. I used thesaurus.com all the time too

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hellogreenergrass · 7 years

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Signy Island - Week Eight

29th January

Im out on the veranda enjoying some brief sunshine. Seeing those lenticulated clouds again. Another storm coming? I got out the lab today, just a few Km of hiking around to put out ion- exchange membranes for some soil chemistry. They were all disparately spaced at the edges of my main field site, which with my ankle in this state wasn’t helpful. But it did OK. I went slow, Iain helped.

Im watching seals. Some furries are twirling about in the water like they do. They slowly turn and spin in the sea in a gently exhalant way. I wonder if it is cleaning? There is a very young elephant seal eyeing up a much much larger one from behind a rock. It’s very cute. Big black orb eyes peering out from above the water line. The bigger one is a beautiful colour, a fawny-silver into deep grey with a velveteen texture. I’d like to hug it if it weren’t liable to crush me…

31st January

Another lab day. I swear I feel physically worse after a day at a computer or microscope than I ever have after a day in the hills. Worse still, I had the realisation yesterday that better science will come from creating even more work for myself in the lab, dissecting up midge egg sacs. They are as tiny as you think, and the task is laborious and mind numbing, but will provide good data. On the plus side, it dosent require I think too much so I can just plough through audio books: I’ve listened to Bill Bryson reading “Short History of Everything” today. All of it. I’ve had him with me for a few days now and find his voice just lovely. First I went to the US to be amongst some very missed trees for “A Walk in the Woods”, and then to Oz for some heat in “From a Sunburned Country”. Its nice to be whisked away somewhere whilst staring down a microscope for hours, nay days on end. Even when you are in Antarctica! But then, I do have the perennial affliction of always looking for greener grass…

Kristian and I had a disagreement about his new placement of the sofa back home. A trifling matter really that makes perfect sense, but I took against the idea of coming home to a house changed. And besides, there are asthetic considerations! He mentioned something about banishing throw cushions as well. I thought I could trust him in my absence not to abandon the soft furnishings to logic…

1st February

An Antarctic birthday! Quite something. And the sun is shining too, properly too. No-coat weather! I woke up to a gift from Kristian that had been stowed away by Iain, and my own personal gift to myself that had been stowed away at the back of my mouth, waiting for that special moment to come and show itself. My final remaining wisdom tooth has broken ground, and bestowed me with toothache on my 34th birthday. Evidence of one year older, another wiser perhaps. My present from K was about as good a present as I could want. A party pack: Balloons, bunting, a make your own birthday badge, a very sweet letter and also another hidden video message on my laptop. It’s perfect! We hung the decorations and embellished the balloons with pictures and messages. It was lovely. So much colour everywhere! Iain and Stacey had written a big happy birthday sign for me and made me a card, and then later after a special birthday dinner of spinach and ricotta cannelloni (to please the vegetarian in me that’s currently having to be on sabbatical), I got birthday cake too! With a massive emergency use candle in it to blow out! I have been spoilt. Im so pleased I can barely form sentences.

We spent the evening together playing several increasingly hysterical rounds of The Resistance and I cracked open the last of my St Austell brews, Korev. Went down a treat and helped ease the toothache, which meant I could eat more cake :-D

2nd Feb

Hid inside all day today. Post-cake lull. The wind arrived last night. All of it. And has shown no signs of relenting, in fact has invited its friends rain and sleet along for the day too. I think they must have been mad that they missed the party yesterday and have banished Sun for bothering to show up and make me happy.

Managed to get through 2 plots worth of soil samples over 5 hours of work this afternoon, which is ridiculous. I have dozens and dozens of plots. Im very glad I have a permit to take the soil off the island so I can finish this back in the UK. David Attenborough, “Life on Air” as company today.

On lates tonight so I took advantage of people in bed by reading news online. This is what the world appears to be talking about: MP’s voted in favour of Brexit, unsurprisingly seeing as that’s how the country also voted; Trump is still a colossal nightmare – but he is doing what he said he would do, which was be a colossal nightmare; Beyonce is having twins and announced it in her typical understated way: with her as a semi naked art installation.

New word: “Perminion” – a permanent helper, such as I need.

4th Feb

Search and rescue training today. Matt was the casualty up on Observation Bluff, with a ‘head injury and possible broken leg’. Megumu and Alex co-ordinated everything from base whilst Iain and Stacey went out in the first search for him, Aqlima and I following later with stretchers and splints. Was a good run up the hill! Vacuum mattress was a bitch to get underneath our casualty, and I fear we worsened any potential neck injury as we rolled him back and forth across rocks. I was at his head the whole time checking vitals and keeping spirits up and that, and trying to remember what it was that I learnt on that first aid course beyond how to inject oranges and that entonox is good fun. We carried him just a few meters before deciding that he was too heavy and needed to make a miraculous recovery so he could walk back down himself. Well, it was only training afterall!

I was on cook the rest of the day, did a Chinese take-out kind of meal. Rowed later on, struggling to hit my PB of 910 strokes, but not failing. If I want to reach that goal of 1000 in the next 6 weeks I need to significantly up my game!

#antarctica

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