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timemachineyeah · 4 years

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Just realised that post I made about Mr. Robinson started getting notes when I wasn’t looking. It makes me happy, because he was seriously an incredible teacher, and it was a stand-out educational experience.

I see a lot of notes saying things like “I wish I had a teacher like that”, “I hope to be a teacher like that”, and “This is what teachers should be”, and I agree. BUT.

There’s a big ol’ BUT here-

We can’t lay that all on teachers.

As mentioned in the post - Mr. Robinson on several occasions had to skirt the rules of the administration. His excellent teaching was not always supported. He had to break the rules to let us discuss “controversial” ideas like not everyone is Christian actually.

It’s also worth noting the format for this education - which was wildly different than any other schooling I’ve had. And, the program, at least in the form we had it, was ended when our class graduated from it.

Mr. Robinson was in a tag team with Mrs. C. Unlike most kids in our middle school, who had 6-7 classes throughout the schoolday in 6-7 classrooms, who would jump from teacher to teacher, getting about 45 minutes for each subject - we had two teachers. Just the two.

6th Graders had Mrs. C for the morning and Mr. R for the afternoon, and 7th graders had the reverse. Our two classes also regularly combined for group projects.

This meant that Mr. R and Mrs. C (who did not get her own post because she didn’t have the chaotic energy of Mr. R, but let it be known she was ALSO a fantastic teacher, and often used her more “upright” reputation and standing to enable him - I don’t think he could have been the chaos entity he was without her completely feigned respectability there as a buffer. The two were great friends and an AMAZING tag team. They also modeled healthy friendships between men and women to us kids) each got a 3-4 hour chunk of time to be a class.

So if Mr. R or Mrs. C wanted to let biology or history take precedence that day and dedicate the entire day to a single subject or project, they could. If we were struggling with an idea, they could on-the-fly decide to put off starting our “next subject” to spend more time focusing on what we needed. They could also combine lessons and projects across disciplines - instead of having 6 sets of distinct and unrelated tedious busywork, we could go home with one big project that used skills from all of them.

It was just much easier for Mrs. C to be like “Let’s all go outside and draw bugs by the creek while discussing biology” or Mr. R to be like “Let’s all go outside and drop eggs off the building” when it was 9:30 in the morning and they knew they’d be keeping us until lunch.

It’s also worth noting

like REALLY worth noting

the year.

I was in their class from Autumn 1999 to Spring 2001.

In other words, before No Child Left Behind.

I saw No Child Left Behind immediately and decisively destroy this program for the kids a grade younger than me. I saw it immediately and decisively destroy similar educational programs I was supposed to be in when I was older.

It fucking sucked.

I have no doubt, because of the kind of people they were, that Mr. R and Mrs. C continued to be good teachers. That they continued to do everything in their power to stoke their student’s critical thinking and imagination and excitement, to challenge them and nurture them.

But we can’t put all the pressures on teachers to be the beginning and end of a good education.

You can be the BEST TEACHER IN THE WORLD, and if you get 45 minutes per class with five classes a day so you’re teaching 150+ kids at any given time that blur past you in the blink of eye, and you have standards from the administration and the state about a required coursebook and quotas of homework you’re able to assign - you’ll never be able to do the things that Mr. R and Mrs. C were able to do for us. That’s not your fault. That’s how it’s built.

I was incredibly fortunate. I happened to hit my particular publicly funded education in a golden era for a specific gifted program that was very very good, in no small part thanks to the teachers leading it.

(And let it be noted, while parents universally LOVED this program and how engaged their kids were in it, even without No Child Left Behind there was a distinct pushback against it administratively, of the same sort of anti-intellectualism that pushes back against “liberal colleges” that “brainwash” people into less conservative views. Mr R and Mrs C never got directly political in the “party politics” sense - even when discussing gender and race. They were smart enough not to bring up legislation or politicians or political parties. But they encouraged critical thinking and engagement. Basically - kids coming out of this program were disproportionately causing disturbances in high school by challenging the status quo and the school board and admin HATED this)

But it wasn’t just down to a couple good teachers. It was an entire format. It was a freedom and flexibility Americans in publicly funded education are rarely afforded.

If you never had experiences like mine, it wasn’t necessarily down to having “bad teachers”. Your teachers likely did not have the time or freedom to do that kind of schooling. If you teach in a normal classroom and can never achieve what my teachers did in those two years, that makes SENSE. You aren’t given the opportunities they were.

This shouldn’t have just been a “Gifted” kids thing. This kind of special attention should be available to all kids. This shouldn’t have been temporary. This shouldn’t have ended. This kind of education should be standard. Our classes weren’t particular smaller than other classes - we had about 30 kids each like most classes. But because our teachers had fewer classes to work with and more time and freedom and flexibility, the educational format opened up. They had time to get to know us. To adapt to our needs. To really let loose when things got interesting.

And honestly, up until really advanced subjects, there’s no reason that couldn’t be more standard. If a student can be expected to have a working high school level understanding of five to seven subjects at a time, it’s totally fair to ask a teacher to do so for three, so that kids can have longer blocks of uninterrupted time and more freedom of how to spend that time according to their needs. And as our teachers showed then, when you hit a subject where someone else would have more expertise, there’s no reason you can’t ask other adults and teachers for help.

Not to be like “we should completely reform public education to a more Montessori-inspired method”, but we should. We should do that. Small tag teams of teachers should get longer freer classes with fewer students overall to worry about.

Also pay teachers more, dammit.

#timemachine wuz here

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veiledsilver · 3 years

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Top five moments you've felt like the universe was messing with you.

Oh boy everyone get ready this is a long list. In descending order, from mildly funny looking back on it to "oh god oh shit oh fuck":

5. Catfishing: College Edition

In 6th grade, I decided to apply to colleges early to see how they were like. I was scared that if they knew I was too young, they'd arrest me. So I created a gmail account as my persona, a white 12th grader named Emilie Alexander. Emilie was planning to go into nursing, dating a high school linebacker named Kyle Kenderson, and deathly allergic to bee stings. If she even came near a bee, she would die.

This part was of the utmost importance.

See, I was constantly paranoid that one day, the jig would be up- I might forget that my fake last name was Alexander. Or the college dean might come knocking at my door and tear up my home in his mad search for Emilie. If that happened I would fake her tragic death, presumably caused by one big fucking bee.

I secretly collected my information. What nearby states were the prettiest to visit. Which colleges were the safest and most affordable. How often they held courses that I liked. In my emails with colleges I tried to sound as mature and professional as possible.

Then, one day, a college member asked me what high school I was in, so they could check my records.

My blood froze.

It was time to bring out the bee.

In response to their question, I sent an email that was like this:

"Dear Mr. McLaughlin, I was a proud graduate of- ugh! Ah! Kyaaaa! Uwaa! W-w-what's this... huge goddamn bee doing here?! Eek, pardon my foul language! It's just that, as I told you earlier, being stung by a bee would kill me.... and now it's stung me thrice (three times)!!

What do I do?! I can't die... I've always wanted to attend your beautiful college...

But this is... the end...

Mr. McLaughlin...

*looks at you sadly*

Tell... my mother... I loved her...

*dies*"

He never responded, probably because he was rendered speechless, but I never touched that account again.

My private gmail for fun stuff like tumblr still has "Alexander" as a surname, though.

4. Wild and Authentic

Alright. Alright. So. My art teacher in middle school.

Right off the bat, they endeared themselves to the tumblr art kids- they proudly used they/them pronouns, dyed their hair vibrant colors, deeply encouraged OC creation, and was chill with any art style even if it was anime. Mx. Mason was very cool, except for one thing.

We had complete artistic freedom when it came to their assignments, EXCEPT FOR ONE THING.

Drumroll, please.

Take a deep breath if you must.

Ready?

...

Cats had to have extremely distinct whisker pores.

YES, they believed that modern depictions of cats were too streamlined. Too... idealized. As a cat owner themselves, they were convinced that society's vision of cats did not do their feral feline ancestors justice. In making their faces flawlessly smooth-furred, we were stripping the cat of its true nature.

I found this out the hard way, when I was drawing warrior cats fanart for class (it was of Firestar cuddled in the arms of an orange haired anime catgirl who was his reincarnation in my first ever comic series, Warriors Neko Desu! ♡ Heart Academy Dokidoki).

Mx. Mason came over to look at my magnum opus, and I expected them to have their socks knocked off at my artistic talent. They lifted up my drawing for all to see, and I smugly leaned back in my seat.

Only for them to launch into a passionate lecture about how, in neglecting to draw whisker pores on cats, I was DENYING THIS FICTIONAL CAT OF ITS WILD AUTHENTIC SELF.

My friends absolutely lost it when I told them this story, and there was a period of time when all our discord nicknames were wild and authentic too.

As for Firestar and his counterpart Hoshineko Orenji-chan, I never did give them wild authentic whisker holes, but that's to be expected of a kittypet, I guess.

3. Stan Jungkook Or Whatever

A couple years ago, my family and I flew to Seoul, South Korea, to visit our relatives and teach me more about my heritage. It was very nice! I got to visit shrines and festivals and palaces, and I was in awe that this was what my ancestors had once seen in their daily lives.

Then, when we went to the modern side of Korea, I realized just how much I didn't fit in.

It was clear that I didn't know how to act, or how to speak Korean, and I spent my days fumbling around and getting scammed multiple times by salesmen. But I clowned myself the most... during an interactive event with kpop stars.

They had this experimental event where holograms of the boys would sing onstage and dance in place of the actual idols. Before the show began, girls could stand in booths that scanned their appearances, and holograms of THEM could dance onstage with the hologram boys.

I didn't know this.

When Cousin Ae-cha told me to step inside one of the machines, I thought I'd be hilarious and stand backwards, so it would scan the back of me instead of my front. As I walked out, I saw other girls putting on their best makeup, cutest clothes, and most expensive accessories, and I slowly realized that I was in danger.

But the danger didn't come until halfway through the concert, where the boys looked eagerly off-stage and a holy staircase appeared and all the hologram girls descended from heaven. There were cherry blossoms. There were roses. There was me, among the crowd of beautiful airbrushed girls, walking backwards.

I felt the judgemental gazes of twenty girls and their mothers.

Each boy danced with a girl, who got a cute animated moment with special effects, and sang about how they found a dream girl to have a true love romance with. Finally, all the girls vanished except one, and it was me.

One of the boys didn't dance with any girls, and now he was all alone in the rain, feeling dejected that HE did not find his true love girl to have a dream romance with. Then the rain stopped, the sun came out, and I emerged. Still backwards.

He was thrilled and sang about how my face (that he didn't see) stole his heart, and now everyone in the audience was giggling, and he slowly brought me very close to kiss me... but because I was backwards, his nose was cutely nuzzling my hair.

The audience members- at least the adults- were now laughing their asses off. His lips met the back of my head, and together we vanished into the wind.

I'd say I couldn't show my face there ever again, but I never did show my face, so... hm...

2. Horrid Little Temptress

If I wasn't a minor, I'd need a drink before starting this story. Sadly, I cannot drown my sorrows- and neither should you after you hear this, because it's only fair.

Mrs. Appleby was my Spanish teacher in like, 9th grade. Even the wild and authentic art teacher thought she was insane. Appleby forced kids to brew tea for her and yelled at them when they didn't get it right, and I thought she had a chronic squint until I realised she just did that to mock me and my Asian eye-folds. She forced us to watch Dora the Explorer to "absorb knowledge." Everyone fucking hated Mrs. Appleby.

But the worst thing she ever did... was during the school festival.

See, whenever she's angry, she zooms right into kids' faces to scream at them. Her wrinkled flesh would blot out the goddamn sun and all you see are her bloodshot yellow eyeballs so victims just stayed rooted to the spot like cornered animals or something similar. This is important.

Because when she was sampling her own brownies (read: hoarding them so no one else could eat them), one parent foolishly decided to grab one and she thought it was a student and she grabbed his wrist so hard she could've nearly snapped it and... and... zoomed into his face.

Except she underestimated his height and kissed him by accident, but it was more like her mouth was sucking in his face like a vacuum.

His wife was shrieking like an ape. His kid, my classmate, saw his social life flash before his eyes.

In her defense, she did not mouth to mouth with him on purpose and afterwards she cried in the bathroom and when I foolishly followed her in to comfort her, because I am a teacher's pet through and through, she snatched the paper towels I got for her and wailed that she was a-

A-

HORRID LITTLE TEMPTRESS.

If I had decided to not be kind, I never would've heard that string of fucking words. But I did. And I paid for it dearly. The end.

1. Violence IS The Answer, Sometimes

Thomas, my dearly detested.

Back in sixth grade, I used to have a crush on him because he had the surfer boy look with nicely tanned skin and pale blond hair and the clearest aquamarine eyes I've ever seen. He also liked surfing and swimming. He seemed like the perfect little trophy waifu except for one absolute dealbreaker.

He and his parents were extremely conservative and so, when I told him I liked him, his response was basically "haha no you're a [slur] and would probably eat my dog."

I was horrified and ran away to cry. But then, by the next day, I decided I needed to punish him. Thomas walked in before class started and I was waiting for him with these hands. I kicked him so he doubled over, slammed his face into his chair's seat, and quickly clambered on top of him to SIT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. He started shaking and twitching and trying to pry me off, but eventually he went limp and stopped moving.

I thought he fell asleep, but Mohammed, another classmate who was bullied by Thomas, told me that Thomas might never wake up again (not that he was very sad about this. I didn't know until later, but Thomas said slurs at him too).

While I was sitting on the guy, he'd straight up passed out from the lack of oxygen.

Screaming and crying, I told our homeroom teacher that Thomas suddenly fainted, and she was the type of Caucasian that thought all little Asian kids were sweet and innocent, so it didn't even cross her mind that? It might've been me? Who sat on his head when she walked in?

He was sent home early that day. I had to go to a different school next year because Thomas's mom threatened legal action. The only reason I didn't get punished further was because my rich cousins out-Karen'd her and donated a huge amount of money to the school to keep them quiet.

Anyway, I never did anything that insane ever again, because something like that is enough for a lifetime. My cousins made it clear they would never back me up again. I was sure this whole event would be put behind me, too.

But last fall, during my first day of online learning... who did I see in my zoom meeting... BUT THOMAS! I had my mic and camera off, but the moment he saw my name, his face went pale. His soul would've left his body, but then it would've gone to hell, so it wisely decided to stay inside.

Still, out of shame and embarrassment, I never turned my camera on for the rest of the school year.

#asks #there you have it #i feel like I'm confessing my sins to the pope

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surveys4ever · 3 years

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25.

Section 1 – Who were you?

Think back as far as you can. What is the first memory you have? I think meeting my (now) dad for the first time when he and my mom were dating. I was very upset because he was short and that’s not what dads were supposed to look like in my 3 year old eyes since my bio dad was super tall.

What is something you remember enjoying very much as a small child? Playing Barbies, watching Barney, Happy Meals, being with my grandma.

How old were you, when you made your very first friend? Probably preschool.

Are you still friends with this person today? Facebook friends, yeah. Real friends, no.

Was there a story somebody read or told you that has stuck with you? No one ever read to me after I learned to read for myself so one day I was sick and I came home and curled up with my mom on the couch and asked her to read me a Little Mermaid book I had and she did, even though I had to get up to go shit myself halfway through and it meant a lot to me at the time.

What is something you get an immense feeling of nostalgia from? Hannah Montana for some reason. It was my favorite show and we didn’t get the Disney channel so whenever we went to a hotel, nobody could tell me fuckin NOTHING because we were watching Hannah Montana whether they liked it or not.

As a child, were you a sore loser or a sore winner? I was the only child for 8 years and then the oldest after that so I never lost at anything and now when I do, I feel like I'm the biggest piece of shit loser there’s ever been. So that’s fun.

Did you go through the "naked phase"? I learned that you didn’t have to sleep in pajamas and you could just sleep naked so I did it for a while but then realized that I much preferred pajamas.

Which television shows do you watch the most as a child? I loved TV so basically all of the 90′s/early 2000′s shows there were.

Did you play with siblings, neighbourhood kids or by yourself? Either with neighborhood/school kids or by myself. I didn’t ever really have siblings who weren’t my kids, if that makes sense.

Is there something you really miss from your childhood today? I miss back when everything was simple.

Section 2 – Likes and interests

Would you ever like to try competitive pinball playing? Ummm, no.

Do you knit, crochet or cross stitch? I’m trying to teach myself to crochet.

Have you ever, or would you like to attend a gaming or comic convention? No thx.

What's your opinion on online multiplayer games? I really liked Among Us for a while there but I don’t really enjoy how rude everyone is on online games.

Do you like to go cycling? If so, where? Uh no.

Have you ever tried woodturning? If not, would you like to? Never tried it, don’t really have any desire to, but it can be relaxing to watch!

Do you enjoy drawing? If so, what do you usually draw? I do! I usually draw graphics for YouTube videos or doodle over Instagram photos, draw things to put on shirts with my Cricut, etc. I use my iPad for so many things.

Have you ever attended a painting class? If so, what did you create? I haven’t but I would like to!

How about a creative writing course? If so, did you get any feedback? I took Creative Writing literally every year it was offered in high school and I always got awards for having the top marks in the class.

What is your favourite form of exercise? No thank you.

Section 3 – People

Who is the most important person in your life (besides yourself)? My husband.

Do people generally approach you easily? I think so!

Do you get along with people well? If not, what's the problem? Yeah! I’m pretty friendly and easy going.

Do you enjoy being in crowds or do you prefer your own company? I would much prefer my own company than crowds.

Which one of your friends have you known the longest? I still talk to the girl I was best friends with in the 6th grade on occasion so like 17-18 years?

Do you find it easy to make friends now? If not, what makes it difficult? As an adult who works from home, making friends is hard as fuck.

What is something about people that annoys you? Something I've noticed in recent years is just how entitled and greedy everyone is. Everybody wants something from you or for your skills to benefit them without them putting in any work or paying you for your time. It’s just gross.

What is something about people that you really like? We have really, really harsh winters and if you ever find yourself in the ditch for whatever reason, there will be a lineup of cars stopped behind you to help you push it out or let you chill in their car while you wait for a tow truck. On the really bad blizzard days, there are groups of men in big trucks that literally L I V E to go around and help pull people’s cars out of the ditch. It’s the only time I feel like there’s actually a sense of community around here.

If you live alone, what would be your criteria for a roommate? I honestly would never have a roommate because they could either be your friend or a stranger and living with friends is a good way to ruin a friendship if your living styles aren’t similar and living with a stranger just sounds like a nightmare.

How about criteria for a spouse, if you're single? I am married but my criteria was honestly that I just wanted him to be kind and funny and I got that tenfold with my husband.

In general, what's your attitude towards people? I can’t stand to be around grumpy people. If all you do is gripe and complain about literally everything, I’m out. No thank you. Why is your hobby being angry? Take up knitting or something for christ’s sake.

Section 4 – Habits

What is something you do every day without fail? Baby talk the dog and snuggle with Beebs.

What is your typical breakfast? I’m a leftovers for breakfast kinda gal but lately I’ve been having a bagel and watermelon.

Which article of clothing do you like to wear the most? I loooove me a good baggy T-shirt and booty shorts.

Is there a TV show you watch habitually? We’re currently watching Unhhhh while we eat dinner every night, haha!

Where do you usually spend most of your day? I really only sit in 4 places--bed, the couch, my makeup/work desk, or my sewing desk. Depends on the day which one I’m at.

Is there a product that you do not want to run out of? Moisturizer. I’m a dry son of a bitch.

What is your preferred mode of transport? Car!

Do you usually have something playing in the background when you're home? Nah. I’m in silence a lot of the time.

Where do you usually get your groceries? Walmart for the bulk of it, a local grocery store for the specialty items, and Target if we ever run out of something midweek because I cannot handle Walmart more than once a week.

How often do you go to your local park? Like once or twice a month in the summer!

Which of your hobbies do you indulge in most often? Sewing and Sims currently!

Section 5 – Favourites and dislikes

What is your favourite fruit? Watermelon!

How about your favourite berry? Strawberries are the only berry I like.

Which food do you highly dislike? Fish. It’s all disgusting.

What is your favourite song, and why? I hate this question. Who can pick one definitive favorite song out of the bajillions of songs that have been written??

What is a movie you cannot stand? Anything with Seth Rogen in it, any movie that's got a 3+ after it (looking @ you, Fast & Furious), and all the fuckin’ superhero movies that have the same ‘ah yes, this undefeatable bad guy that we have absolutely no chance against and will undoubtedly kill us all--but we’re going to pull through at the last second with the power of friendship!’ plot line.

Which trait in a person do you find most appealing? I don’t know how to describe it--certain people just have that spark and you can always tell right away if they’ve got it or not and those are my favorite kind of people.

Which trait puts you instantly off? If they’re religious it’s an instant no from me, dog.

Who is an actor/actress who you dislike so much you can't watch them? I really, really dislike Tom Holland. I honestly think he’s a terrible actor.

What colour are your favourite shoes? White!

What is a smell that disgusts you to no end? B.O., on me or others. I just can’t deal with it.

Which door handle/door knob do you like the most in your home? They’re all the same.

Section 6 – Culture

What is something very typical to the culture of your home country? Apple pie and baseball are the only things coming to mind atm.

Do you enjoy art? If so, which form of art is the most enjoyable? I do! But I prefer art that you can look at and know the artist is incredibly gifted and/or has put in a ton of time and effort to master their skills. None of that million dollar paint smear on a canvas shit.

What is something about another country's culture you don't understand? I feel like other cultures take their family and their family’s approval way too seriously. That might be rich coming from someone who doesn’t have a very good relationship with their family but I just don’t understand what the point of making yourself miserable to make your family happy is.

Do you ever attend the theater? If so, which play did you see last? Last thing I saw in a theater was Shangela perform a drag show, haha!

How about the opera or the ballet? Nope.

Which dance troupe do you enjoy, if any? ...they still do that?

Do you attend concerts or gigs? If so, which band did you see last? Not as much as I’d like to as no one good really comes here very often. Last band we saw was X Ambassadors and Paramore!

Are you interested in foreign food? I’m not uninterested but I’m not super interested either.

If so, which country's cuisine do you enjoy the most? Chinese...albiet probably a very Americanized version of Chinese.

Do you enjoy stand-up comedy? If so, who is your favourite comic? I doooo! Bo Burnham and Drew Lynch are my favorites.

Do you contribute to culture in some way? If so, how? I try to? I’m an influencer so I definitely have a platform of a couple hundred thousand people. Not sure what exactly I contribute tho.

Section 7 – Charity

Do you volunteer your time to anything charitable? If so, what? Newp.

Do you donate money to any charities? If so, which ones? No. I don’t trust a lot of charities, to be quite honest. A lot of them are very shady and I’d rather donate money directly to someone who needed it rather than it getting tied up in a charity where it might never actually see the people they claim to be helping.

If you have pets, are any of them rescues from shelters? We adopted our dog from one of my husband’s coworkers but she probably would have gone to the shelter if we didn’t take her.

Do you donate your old clothes, linen etc. to charitable organizations? Yes! We almost always have a bag of donations in our trunk that we always forget to take to the thrift store when we go.

If someone you know is in need, is it in your nature to offer help? If I can, yes!

Have you ever donated Christmas presents to children of poor families? We used to do that when I was a kid.

Have you ever had to rely on other people's charity? One Christmas when I was really young I remember my parents signed up for a sponsorship through the Salvation Army where a family adopted us and bought us Christmas presents and Christmas dinner or whatever.

How do you feel about donating to charities endorsed by celebrities? I would never donate to a charity simply because it was sponsored by a celebrity but I guess its the easiest way for a charity to get the word out that they need donations.

Is there a charity you absolutely never ever will not trust? PETA, Salvation Army, Goodwill, and that breast cancer one with the horrible CEO.

Have you ever donated to a cause that had a person going door to door? No. I extra wouldn’t if someone came knocking on my door asking for money.

In general, what is your opinion on charity? I already did my rant about them, haha.

Section 8 – Entertainment

Which was the very first video game you remember playing? Ocarina of Time I believe!

Which was the very first film you remember watching? That I don’t remember. Maybe that Barney movie with the magic egg?

What is your go-to form of entertainment? TikTok usually.

Do you have a large collection of DVDs/Blu-Rays? Nah. We have a drawer but we usually stream everything.

How about music albums? Beebs collects vinyls!

Do you prefer to have your music on vinyls, tapes, CDs or digital? I prefer digital and Beebs likes vinyl.

When and where do you like to entertain yourself usually? Either the bed or the couch.

Do you ever binge watch shows? If so, what are you binging now? Usually! I’m sadly in between shows rn.

What kinds of books do you like to read, if any? I honestly don’t read anymore.

Is there a book series you're currently collecting? ..

Is entertainment something you prefer to enjoy alone or with someone else? I have my shows and then we have shows we watch together. So there’s a time and place for both!

Section 9 – Internet

Do you always have access to the Internet, wherever you go? If not, why? Yup!

Which website do you frequent the most? Website website? Google. App website? Instagram or TikTok.

Which search engine do you prefer and trust the most? Googs.

What do you use the Internet the most for? Social media or entertainment.

Do you judge people who have their phones out all the time? If so, why? Random people? None of my business. But if we’re spending time together and I’m trying to have a conversation with you and you're not paying attention to me because your nose is glued to your phone, I’m gonna be pissed.

If your connection goes down, what do you do? Go do something that’s not on the internet?

Is there something you wish you could do online that isn't possible yet? I still wish you could smell things through the internet.

Do you remember the first time you used the Internet? When was it? Yes! I believe the 2nd/3rd grade?

What was a website you used to frequent that doesn't exist anymore? I loved the Disney website with all the games.

Do/Did you ever have your own website? That was the thiiiing back in the day.

Isn't it great how much knowledge and info we have at our fingertips? It’s great but also overwhelming.

Section 10 – And finally...

What is something you consider to be highly controversial? Politics, apparently.

What kinds of jokes do you like the best? I love a good pun.

Is there a person who makes you laugh effortlessly? Oh definitely.

Which part of your body do you like the least? My eyes.

What's something random, out of context you remember from your past? I don’t do well with really vague questions.

Do you wear shoes indoors? No, I’m not a heathen.

What's the silliest thing you've worn on your body in public? I don’t think I usually wear silly things.

What's the most important thing in your life right now? Just spending time with my fam. Trying to get over this anxiety.

What is the most distant point on the planet that you've been from home? Florida.

Do you enjoy trivia games? If so, which one's your favourite? We love some Trivial Pursuit in this house!

Are you more logical or emotional? My emotions take over and then my logic brings it back in. Equal parts, baby.

#survey

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leinawosaf · 4 years

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Sweater Weather

pairings: avengers x reader (platonic)

summary: you officially come out to the avengers!

warnings: none? a swear word or two

word count:~1,000

“I think I’m ready Pete”

You and Peter had been friends for a long time, even before you joined the avengers. Of course, being closest to him, you told him that you were bi first. He had been supportive, and not in the least bit surprised. Now, he was psyching you up so you would tell everyone else.

“Damn right! You got this!” Peter replied, trying his best to encourage you.

You took two steps our from your room, where you and Peter were talking. Seeing everyone down the hallway in the living room, you got scared and turned back.

“Yeah never mind, maybe I’m not ready”

In all honesty, coming out was harder than you expected. Everyone kind of knew, but you wanted to confirm it for once and all. They were like your family, and it was hard when you didn’t know how they were going to react.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, Peter said “Maybe you should leave hints? You shouldn’t tell them until you’re comfortable.”

“Yeah, yeah hints. That’s a good idea. Truly wise words, Parker.” A slight smile spreading across your face as you talked.

The next day, you got yourself ready again. Your plan was to aux your music in the gym while working out, and play sweater weather. The avengers weren’t exactly up to date with pop culture and memes like that, but it was almost unmissable.

You decided to wear your favorite gym clothes as a comfort and reassurance for what you were about to do. Stepping out of your room, you prepared yourself for the battle of asking if you could play your music today. After walking to the gym a little faster than you would have liked, you stopped outside of the door.

After standing and hesitating for a few minutes, you heard a voice behind you suddenly. “Are you going in anytime soon?” Natasha’s asked through a smile.

“Yeah yeah, sorry. Just getting ready to work out.” You replied awkwardly, stepping inside to get out of Nat’s way.

Seeing only a few people inside, you called out “Can I aux today?”. Your question was met with protest, namely from Tony and Sam.

After a minute of heated discussion, Thor finally spoke up. “No, let her. I want to hear the little woman’s music.” His voice boomed over everyone else’s.

“See? Let me play my music for once.”

“Fine, but don’t play bad music.” Tony replied, surrendering the high tech speakers he had set up.

You plugged your phone in, searching for Sweater Weather. You started your workout, trying your best to act nonchalant. After a minute of surprise, everyone else seemed to go back to doing their own thing. You almost missed Nat’s suspicious glance at you.

“This isn’t workout music, woman.” Sam replied, eyeing you.

“You’re not workout music.” You replied, not really trying to defend yourself. Everyone chuckled at your comeback.

The next day, you and Peter started scheming again. Most of the other avengers were out of the living room, working on their own things.

“Okay okay, I have an idea. What if I wear combat boots and cuff my jeans and then you draw attention to it?” You ask, throwing around ideas.

“Yeah, that’s actually a good idea.” Peter said, laughing a little.

Together, you two kept laughing for most of the day.

Eventually, you decided it was time to get up and execute your plan. You stomped out of your room confidently. The cuffed jeans and combat boots fit your figure well. You trudged to the elevator, where Peter was waiting for you to go hang out with Ned and MJ.

Looking around the room to see if anyone else was in the vicinity, he started to recite the lines you two decided on. “Wow! Look at those CUFFED jeans. Those go so well with those COMBAT BOOTS!” Peter said, making it painfully obvious it was an act.

“Wow thanks Pete! I’m so glad you said that totally unprompted!” You replied, not being able to help from laughing.

“Is this some sort of Pop Culture reference? You kids are weird.” Tony called down the hall.

You smiled happily at Peter, and headed into the elevator with him.

Once you guys had left, Nat called out to the others “So, what’s up with y/n?” She said, directing her voice to the others.

“That’s a good question, she has been acting weird lately” Steve replied.

“Maybe she’s going through something. We should give her space, and if she wants to tell us what’s up then she will.” Wanda said, obviously knowing what was going on with you.

“You seem like you know something.” Bucky said, eyeing Wanda suspiciously. She just shook her head and walked out of the room.

After a week of similar antics, you decided it was finally time to come out. Everyone had arrived home from a mission a day prior, and you decided everyone was rested enough to listen. You sat in the kitchen alone for some time, before deciding it was going to happen now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke “FRIDAY? Could you please ask everyone to come to the kitchen? Say that it’s important”

“Yes y/n. The others will be notified as you requested.” FRIDAY responded. You could hear her request slowly chime throughout the whole tower.

Eventually everyone decided to show up, most wearing a worried look. They crowded around where you sat on the counter. All of a sudden, it felt hotter than usual, and the lights seemed brighter than usual.

“You okay y/n?” Steve asked, voice full with worry.

“I-I” You got tripped up on the first word. Taking a deep breath, you tried again. “I have something to tell you all.”

“We are all listening kid” Tony said, and a few of the others nodded along with his words.

Eventually the words “I’m bisexual” found their way out of your mouth. “In fact, I’ve known since like 6th grade. I just- I just didn’t want to say anything because when you’re young, people think of it as a phase.” You finished your sheepish ramble.

Only Steve and Thor truly seemed surprised. Wanda smiled, evidently proud of you. Nat only said “I knew it” which earned an airy laugh from you. After seeing nobody was mad (and why would they be), you felt a weight lift off your back.

Everyone circled in to hug you, and tell you that they loved you. You were proud of yourself, and felt as though your heart was going to burst from the love and support. You couldn’t help but wonder why you didn’t do this sooner.

#marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #platonic avengers #peter parker #marvel fluff #avengers fluff #avengers fandom #tony stark #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #bucky #steve rogers

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psychosistr · 5 years

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Friendly Four Concepts

Had a bit of a rough day a little while ago and, to make myself feel better, I started looking through the various designs that people have come up with for the Negaverse versions of Quackerjack, Megavolt, Liquidator, and Bushroot- AKA, the Friendly Four. My favorite versions are the ones by @thefriendlyfour, @kaguyamadoka, and @sandyferal - seriously go check them out, they’re all amazingly talented and creative people!

Unfortunately, I can’t draw like they can, but I like designing outfits and creating characters and writing, so I made some outfits and bios for my own versions of the Friendly Four that I’ll be writing stories for soon. Bios are below the cut, I hope you guys like them.

Megavolt

Appearance: Being inspired by superheroes in comic books, Megavolt decided he wanted to look like the classic hero that anyone could look up to. The lightning bolts and spark-stars on his outfit are reflective, so they catch the light when he uses his powers. The belt around his waist is actually a cable connected to the large battery in the middle that channels power up through a secret port on his back hidden by his cape (The pockets on the back actually hold his back-up batteries for when his main one needs to recharge). He also wears elbow-length gloves that are the same color as his cape with little metal lightning bolt emblems on the back, wrap-around safety glasses to both protect his eyes from the light he constantly puts off during his attacks as well as to serve as a mask, and blue boots that match the trim of his sleeves with metal plates along the bottoms and the toes. He doesn’t wear any hats or anything, but his powers still make his hair frizzy, so he keeps it cut fairly short so it’s more manageable.

History & Personality: Elmo Sputterspark was very intelligent and always loved inventing things, especially machines that would help the world solve energy and fuel cost-related problems. Similar to the regular universe, a bullying accident with one of his machines gave him amazing electricity-based powers. He spent the day testing out his powers to learn what he could do, when, late at night, he heard screaming coming from the area of the school their prom was being held in. He rushed over and found Negaduck there, terrorizing and attacking their classmates. Elmo fought back to protect them, making sure everyone got away safely. From that moment on, he decided that he wanted to be a hero and fight injustice- especially when it came to tyrants and bullies like Negaduck.

He’s very kind and selfless, often putting the comfort and safety of others far above his own, and enjoys talking about his hobbies and studies for long periods of time with people who are willing to listen. He’s also very cautious with how he uses his powers, both because he doesn’t want to risk draining himself too much and because he is always nervous about hurting someone irreparably (happened early in his hero career and scarred him mentally- does not EVER want to do that again). He does still have memory problems, but he tries to compartmentalize everything in his life into “must remember” “should remember” and “okay not to remember” so that he won’t lose the people and things that are most important to him- namely his three partners.

Inspiration: As a kid, I loved playing with plasma balls. I always thought they were a fun way to learn about electricity and loved the colors. So, I thought it’d be cool to give Megavolt an outfit with plasma-inspired colors and lightning bolt accents.

Quackerjack

Appearance: While his costume isn’t as puffy as his regular-world counterpart’s, he makes up for it by being even more colorful! Still following a sort of clown-theme, Quackerjack’s shoes and cowl are the same style, but the shoes are pink like his belt (almost making them look like ballet slippers but darker) with a big golden bell on the top of each shoe and his cowl is yellow on his right side and blue on his left (going opposite the colors of the fabric around his waist) and still has one large bell on the end of each side. The metal baseball bat he carries is his signature weapon (though that blue pouch on his belt also holds an impressive arsenal of toys and gadgets that seems almost bottomless sometimes and he hides things like jump ropes and larger weapons under the fabric around his hips), and is painted in a diamond tessellation of his outfit’s colors all the way around. The heart-shaped piece of metal on the bat’s hilt at first looks like a magnet meant to hold the red tail-ribbon in place, but, when pressed, it activates propulsion-rockets hidden within the bat that give him extra speed and force when swinging it. Also, Quackerjack enjoys sewing and added the toy-patches on the back of his shirt himself to cover up the holes in his costume from a fight, and gladly adds patches to his teammates’ outfits when they need a repair job done.

History & Personality: Jackson Bell, CEO and founder of Quackerjack Toys, was a well-respected businessman and beloved figure to many for years- he was a community activist, ran many notable charities, and even helped establish several orphanages and children’s hospitals using the proceeds from his company. Unfortunately, when Negaduck’s rule began, he was one of the prominent figureheads in the city that openly spoke out against him. To get him out of the way, Negaduck struck a deal with one the toy company’s biggest competitors and the two managed to frame the CEO for a crime he didn’t commit, locking him away for years and dissolving his company. Jack went a bit crazy in prison, constantly trying to find the brighter side of things, even when one wasn’t really there. At one point he entered a prison-penpal program and met a girl he became very close to- they even started living together when Jack was released from prison. His then-girlfriend helped Jack get his life back in order and helped him find his confidence and sanity again, inspiring him to go out and help others like she helped him. Unfortunately, some rather dark facts about his girlfriend came to light and the two broke up, but Jack still holds out hope that one day they can work things out and she can find a way to be a part of his life again alongside his three new partners.

There are two sides to the toy-loving ex-businessman. When he wears his cowl and hero outfit, Quackerjack is a bright and bubbly individual that loves making puns and laughing about all sorts of things. Outside of the costume, though, Jack is a surprisingly mellow guy with an almost monotone speech pattern- he’ll still crack jokes, but they’ll be said with more sarcasm and dead-pan humor that’ll often make people do a double-take to make sure they heard him right. Despite the glaring differences in his personality, at his core Quackerjack is a very compassionate person that wants to help anyone that seems frightened, lonely, sad, or lost (in any sense of the word). He’s very open and vocal about his feelings, often wearing his heart on his sleeve to varying degrees depending on what state of mind he’s in at the moment.

Inspiration: I went to an art school from 6th-12th grade where I was a theater and musical theater major. During that time, I studied Commedia dell'arte, an early form of Italian theater, and learned about the Harlequin clown character. I decided to base Quackerjack’s outfit off of the classical theater clown’s bright color scheme and more stream-lined clothing style.

Bushroot

Appearance: Similar to how his regular-world counterpart fused with a plant, Dr.Reginald Bushroot in this world infused himself with a Solanum carolinense. The viney nature of the plant gave him a slightly different appearance with thorn-covered vine-arms, three slightly-pointed oblong leaves for each hand (two longer ones and one shorter one to act as a thumb), an upper body covered in fine hairs that make his green torso a bit fuzzier, legs made of woven vine-roots that he can disassemble and reassemble at will to help him climb objects, and a purple flower on his head like the plant he fused with (one large petal curls downward and covers half of his face like a long set of bangs, the back two petals stick up parallel to the top of his head, and the middle two are halfway between the two levels of elevation, along with a few smaller yellow petals that stick straight up to cover the top of his head in the middle of the larger petals). The jacket he wears was actually a gift hand-sewn by Quackerjack- the sleeves have extra-thick padding so Bushroot doesn’t accidentally stab anyone with his arms and the flower-patch sewn into the back was meant to be a parody of the flower on his head. Bushroot won’t say it out loud, but he really loves that jacket and refuses to take it off unless absolutely necessary, so he often wears it completely unbuttoned to stay cool unless he’s trying to blend in with a crowd.

History & Personality: Dr.Reginald Bushroot was a brilliant botanist at the local university, always striving to make the next big discovery that would improve the lives of those around him. Living in a town run by Negaduck, however, made conducting his research even harder legally, and he was forced to quit his job at the institute to avoid getting his coworkers fired as well. With nothing else to lose, Bushroot experimented on himself in a fit of self-destructive behavior and ended up as a plant-duck mutant. He excitedly showed the results of his research to his former coworkers, only for them to sell him out to Negaduck to save their own jobs (and lives). Barely escaping Negaduck’s clutches, Bushroot grew bitter towards humanity and decided to live away from everyone in the solitary safe-haven of his greenhouse on the outskirts of town where he could be hidden away in the woods.

At first glance, Bushroot seems like a cynical nihilist that hates being around people in any capacity. After opening up to Quackerjack and Megavolt, though, it turns out that he’s really just lonely and tired of being emotionally trampled on by society just for trying to be a good person. With their encouragement, he decides to try helping humanity again as part of their team, though he still maintains that he doesn’t really care what happens to the world. He’s actually a pretty big tsundere and has trouble admitting that he likes (or loves) anyone/anything in his life, but his actions always speak louder than his words and he shows he cares for his partners in little ways like making flowers grow around their rooms and bugging them to take care of themselves when they’re working too hard.

Influence: I actually live in the Carolina’s, where solanum carolinense (otherwise known as Carolina Horsenettle) grows and thought it would be a cool plant for Bushroot to fuse with. Those weeds are nightmares to deal with: The thorns hurt like heck to grab, even with gloves, but you NEED the gloves because the toxins in the thorns make the wounds hurt worse and can even get them infected if you’re not careful. They’re also very tough to pull out because of their strong roots and, worst of all, they grow fruit that looks JUST LIKE tomatoes. That last part may not sound so bad, but, down here, wild tomatoes can occasionally sprout up and kids and pets love them as snacks, and Carolina Horesenettles are actually members of the DEADLY NIGHTSHADE family, so their fruit can be LETHAL. It’s a pretty but deadly plant and really quite fascinating to study.

Liquidator

Appearance: Bud Flood in the negaverse is quite a bit shyer than his regular-world version, so he actually changes the water around his body to look like he’s wearing clothes to feel more confidant. The outfit is similar to what he wore before his mutation, except back then it was black and white with a long-sleeved white shirt beneath the button-up vest and he had shoes instead of a big puddle at the ends of his legs. He can change the hue of his “clothes” by messing with their chemical composition (like how he can turn water hard or move pollutants around in it). The metal accents such as his buttons and belt buckle are actually small bits of ice that he allows to float in place along his body, but he can quickly melt and dissolve them at a moments notice when his body needs to change and reform them instantly when his body returns to its normal state. Also, the bow around his neck is actually a ruffled cravat tied into a bow and the water ripples along it to make little waves at the ends of the bow’s ties.

History & Personality: Along with Jackson Bell, Buddy Flood was one of the other influential figureheads that opposed Negaduck, though he was far less vocal about it. Still, Buddy cared about peoples’ health and well-being and used proceeds from his company to open non-profit free clinics and hospitals as well as soup kitchens for the poor so people could always have access to fresh water and food when they needed it because, sadly, most of the town’s water sources had become polluted, meaning that many people had trouble finding sustenance that wasn’t pre-packaged/bottled. Negaduck grew irritated at Buddy’s continued meddling in his plans to ruin the city so, to get him out of the way, he called in a fake warning that someone was going to poison his company’s water supply. Buddy went with a few guards and officers to investigate, but, when they saw who it was poisoning the water, they all ran away and left Buddy alone. Negaduck caught him and threw him into the contaminated water in hopes of killing him- he even tied weights to his legs to make sure he’d sink. While he didn’t die and instead became a water-based mutant, the incident left Buddy quite scared to face people directly for a while.

Although he is extremely shy and anxious when dealing with other people, Liquidator swallows down his nerves for the sake of helping others in need. As a sort of coping mechanism, Liquidator goes into “salesman mode” when talking to people he doesn’t know or just when he feels nervous in general- by pretending everything he says is for the sake of pitching a sale to someone, Liquidator feels less nervous and is able to get through a sentence without the stuttering that would normally accompany his words. In a way, his manner of speaking serves as a great indicator for how he feels about other people: If he can talk to you like a normal person then he feels comfortable around you, but if he can talk to you like that AND not stutter at all then you’re probably one of his three partners and he loves you with all his heart.

Influence: I honestly just liked the idea of having Liquidator create his own clothes out of water since he seems to know so much about changing its properties and chemical make-up. I feel like in this world, the flow of his water would go upwards from the base of water at his feet rather than the other way around, which is why his pants are darker than his vest- giving him a reverse waterfall effect.

#friendly four #megavolt #quackerjack #bushroot #liquidator #dwd #darkwing duck

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disgustedchild · 5 years

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things my awesome boyfriend has done over the past 4 days of us dating

(background: so basically we’ve known each other since the 5th grade. Our friend group shipped us bc we had similar personalities and we complemented each other really well. we didn’t like that and as a result pretty much refused to have any feelings for each other. after the 6th grade i moved to the other side of the city, and kind of minimalized contact w our friend group. so now like 2 years later after i started regaining contact with our group chat and him (going into the 9th grade) we admit that we’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. and thus brings us to our new relationship)

he consistently tells me i’m beautiful, even when i’m acting really stupid

he decided to make “Olivia-y” a word, basically all synonyms for good rolled into one

he has a page in his sketch book of just song lyrics that remind him of me (including “i never planned on someone like you” from newsies and a part of the song “only us” from dear evan hanson)

he has a list of movies and tv shows that we’re going to watch together when we can both drive and see each other frequently

we have a road trip that we planned in the 6th grade as a project we were partners for (from disney land to disney world) that he has promised to take me on

he consistently tells me “i love you” ( i know this sounds weird considering we’re 14 but we’ve wasted so much time and i genuinely believe that had i not moved we would have dated sooner)

he has a list of things he’s going to give me for my birthday ( including his favorite books, a hoodie that smells like him, a drawing, and a really big hug)

he was 100% down to get me a notebook because it was slytherin (also it was right next to he hufflepuff one and he said it was us)

he found out i have an iron defeciancy and read me foods that are high in iron

he’s coming to my quinceañera

im gonna teach him how to dance

he quotes starkid at me (he calls me the coolest girl in the whole wide world)

not something that he’s done but he’s a hufflepuff

he always calls me cute, amazing, perfect, etc.

BEFORE WE WERE DATING HE WATCHED THE ENTIRETY OF VOLTRON JUST TO TALK TO ME ABOUT IT

we’re literally a slow burn fanfic it took us four years

he references a lot of movies and stuff that i haven’t seen but i can’t wait to watch them with him

he plays me music over the phone (so far: brown eyed girl, and i want to hold your hand)

we have decided that we’re going to italy

not france bc we think the language is to difficult (no hate to france but we don’t get it)

HE DOESNT CURSE

IF ANYONE CURSES HE SAYS “that’s a mean word”

he’s really nervous to meet my family even though we’ve established i’m going to introduce him as my friend (bc my family isn’t too crazy about me dating)

he has my contact as “Olivia AKA the best person in the world”

when we face time he’ll close his eyes then get really happy that i’m there when he opens them

we talk on the phone for at least an hour now

(not my bf but our friend who shipped us from the beginning started fangirling so hard when we told him)

HE SINGS MUSICAL DUETS W ME OVER THE PHONE

he sends me memes regularly

we have decided that instead of constantly going “no u” when one of us complements the other we say “we’re amazing, cute, cool, etc.”

we’re literally the stereotypical slytherpuff relationship

he has told me on multiple occasions that he forgets to breathe bc he’s focusing on me

he was willing to get a tik tok (which he refuses to get bc it’s cringey) just so he could like a vid i made about him

(it was the “that’s my type” sound and the text was just describing him and the last one was his name)

he sends me pics of his dogs

his dogs are named orbit and comet

i’ll probably add more as time goes on

i just really really love him and he makes my heart go uwu

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space-lions-and-imagines · 6 years

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The House Party

(Alternatively titled I love High School Au’s and am horrible at titles)

Hunk X Reader: Every boy loves the girl next door and Hunk is no different. Except the girl next door is less his best friend and more of a ‘run away as soon as she spots him’ type of acquaintance. But of course with his best friends at his side with money on the line for when they are finally going to get together its all going to change. Or so they hope and what better way to make young love blossom than a kick ass house party?

Warnings: none really other than some light swearing and a bit of underage drinking

~3200 words

"Guys I know its great that everyone is excited for Spring break but this ... seems excessive," Shiro said with a grimace as he and Keith watched as Lance ran around in the basement setting up for the party. A party he had promised was going to be 'a small gathering' but was quickly turning into the makings for a major raver. Complete with more alcohol than Shiro wanted to pay attention too and all closets conspicuously clean from any clutter as if making room for … other things.

"I agee, this is childish and I don't get why it had to be my house. If anything gets broke Lance I am billing you directly," Keith added flipping his bangs out of his eyes. "Come on where is your sense of adventure! And spring break means hotter weather which means all those pretty girls in a lot less clothing. Clothing that will hopefully be removed with a little help from my friend Keg. HUNK HURRY UP WITH IT ALREADY I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT!" Lance called out the back door where the last coconspirator came into the house dragging the heavy container behind him. "And not to mention the pool on Hunk hooking up with a certain neighbor is coming very close to Pidge winning and I will not let that happen," he added patting the larger teen on the back.

"Who, y/n? Sheeeeee most definitely thinks I am an idiot. Remember when I tried helping her at the school fair? She jumped out of her skin if I came within a foot of her. She probably still hates me for getting gum in her hair in the 6th grade," he groaned, blowing a large bubble with the offending gum in question. They all couldn't help but roll their eyes, except for Shiro who merely became very intent on cleaning under his nails.

"So she is coming for sure then?" he asked trying to seem interested in a bowl of pretzels "Huh that probably means Allura is coming too ... might want to behave ourselves if the class president is going to be around. She has all the assets to have our asses suspended for just short of forever. What ... why are you all staring?" he asked with a small glare and his ears turning red.

"Yeah you've been paying plenty of attention to her assets lately haven't you?" Hunk asked with a snickering Lance making a hand gesture that was supposed to represent large breasts. "I'm gonna kick your ass and your ass," Shiro said between his teeth pointing a finger at one and then the other ... even if they were technically right.

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"Alluraaaaaaaa" I whined, constantly fidgeting with the hem of my skirt as we walked towards the thundering music and source of loud fits of screaming laughter. "Seriously a house party? I don't even get invited to people’s birthdays," I said pouting and keeping close to her. This was so far out of my comfort zone, not only the party but what I was wearing and god why had I ever agreed to something like this? Well I kind of knew the reason, one was because she had asked and me being the very big push over I was knew that I would give in to my best friend. Two was because Hunk had asked me. Well ask was a strong word, he had told me it was happening and made a point about it being not a big deal but if I wanted to come it would be awesome and ugh I was a weak person.

"You would get more invites if you actually talked to people. You seem to think everyone hates you but you just don't put yourself out there. And tonight you are getting out there like it or not," she scolded me as she confidently pushed her way through the crowd, a few people stopping to wave and call out to us. As soon as we stepped foot into the basement we were instantly cornered off by the host of this whole event, Lance, who so graciously wrapped his arms around us and offered us each a drink. I took mine to be polite but quickly dumped it into a house plant as soon as possible. I didn't trust anything he gave me to be honest.

"Ladies so glad you could finally make it. Hard to get things started when our guests of honor want to be fashionably late. But all can be forgiven with how hot you look cause damn girls you went all out!" he said ushering us over to the snack table. I ducked out from under his arm with a large blush and turned to him with my hands on my hips.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean, guests of honor?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach. If anyone would throw an elaborate party just to try to pull something on us it would be Lance. He was a drama queen extraordinaire.

"What two outstanding members of our class council can't be guests of honor? I am ... hurt. Nothing you couldn't make up to me though," he said picking up a cup and giving us a toast before downing it in one quick gulp making me wince just thinking about it. "But I see a pretty little cheerleader in a tube top taking up way too much of Shiros time. Care to help solve that issue Allura? Hunk you don't mind entertaining this little lady do you?" he asked seeming to produce his friend from thin air before grabbing Nya by the arm and dragging her off into the general direction of where I could just see Shiros standing with a red headed cheerleader who had a place near the top of the pyramid.

I didnt have time to think about that though as I suddenly found myself pressed very close to Hunk with no way to back up, my ass already bumping into the snack table. I offered a shaky smile and I wiggled my fingers up at him. "H-hey, nice party ... too bad your friend is a complete jackass" I said suddenly clamming up like I always did around him, making it sound much colder than I had intended.

“Huh Lance? He may be a bit pushy but I promise he’s harmless. He’s had his shots and everything so totally safe to be around people,” Hunk said placing a hand against the wall and leaning in even closer with a boyish grin. I don’t think I had ever been this close to him and seeing his bangs fall into his eyes which were focused on me I could have fainted. Instead I just shrunk in on myself slightly and bit on my lip unsure of what to say. He always left me so speechless.

He waited another couple of heartbeats before seeming to decide that the fact I wasn’t running away was a good sign. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced over his shoulder to the mass of bodies making up the dance floor. “As much as I love snacks and could totally stand here all night with just you and food, do you want to dance?” he asked brown eyes sparkling as he peered out from underneath his bangs, so hopeful and somehow breathtakingly sexy I wondered if he even knew.

It was at this point that I realized that I could very easily follow the same path I usually took when he showed any interest in talking to me: run away and make excuses to stay as far away from him as possible. Then Allura’s words echoed in my head ‘you are getting out there tonight like it or not’ and with a deep breath offered a smile. She was right, if I ever wanted anything to actually come from Hunk’s flirting I needed to actually take a chance.

“When you put it like that it sounds like you’re calling me a snack,” I said raising an eyebrow and feeling a sense of pride seeing his cheeks flush red for a change that only swelled when he threw his head back and laughed. It felt good to know that he was enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his. “But hey I’ll let it slide lets go dance,” I said reaching out to take his hand but then losing the guile halfway and instead pushing past him to join the bustle.

I wasn’t much of a dancer but luckily Lance had similar taste in music so I could kind of follow the beat, even if I couldn’t exactly be called graceful. Hunk didn’t seem to mind though as his own wild movements were easily drawing eyes away from me. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling much lighter knowing that I was in good company when it came to my own bad dancing skills. Then somehow the music seemed to skip a beat and switched to a slower melody, I thought I spied a thumbs up and a flash of light on glasses from the stereo, not that I minded.

I looked back over to my partner expecting to find him quickly closing the distance but felt a rush of gratitude when he instead held up his hands and nodded back to the snack table. He was giving me an out if I wanted one which only made me want to stay even more. “What, want to escape me that bad?” I asked with a breathy laugh. His eyes lit up again sending that increasingly familiar jolt of warmth down my spine that was mixed with a shock of electricity when his hands found my hips.

“Of course not, I just didn’t know how much you valued your toes,” he said rolling his shoulders so that my hesitating hands were forced to rest on top of them. It was weird that even though I could feel the heat of everyone around me making the air humid I still felt like he really saw no one else but me. My lips pursed and eyebrows knitted together as I wondered how he managed to do that and if he actually meant to or if maybe he just had too much to drink that made his eyes glaze over like that.

“Ohhh no geez I’m sorry did I do something wrong. Did I actually step on your toes? Or oh my god my hands did they brush something they shouldn’t have? I’m sorry whatever it was,” he suddenly started to ramble and tensed, hands moving up and eyes darting wildly to confirm they hadn’t somehow slipped down into ass territory. It left me completely dumb founded, I thought we had been having such a good time, did I do something wrong?

“What are you talking about everything is fine or uh I thought it was?!?” I asked in equal panic stopping the gentle sway we had been doing so that we were stopped dead center in the middle of the dance floor. The comfortable rhythm between us was suddenly lost and I could feel my chest tightening wanting to run away, my worst nightmare of what could happen seeming to come true.

“No no no it was er I mean it is! Oh god I am such an idiot, I’m sorry it’s just well … well you kind of had that ice queen look on your face that always makes me think that you hate me and goooood I don’t want you to hate me,” he said all in one breath and then slumped over slightly bringing his face close down to mine. It should have been something that made me happy to hear, obviously he was putting as much effort into this night as I was and yet my frown only deepened.

“You think I’m an ice queen?” I asked taking half a step back and blinking rapidly. I had heard similar things before, a lot of people seemed to think that I was a bitch or told me to smile more. Each and every time it never failed to hurt me, it wasn’t like I was walking around bitter or anything. Actually most of the time I was in a pretty good mood but I guess I may have inherited a bit of resting bitch face. Or maybe constantly being next to Allura who was forever upbeat and sociable just made me seem more dower than I really was.

Either way hearing it out of Hunks mouth stung worse than every time put together. He seemed to realize this though because he closed the space between us quickly, blocking everyone else from view. “No you’re not an ice queen but I am king of the idiots,” he said softly bending down even further trying to catch my eye, taking my hands in his own to stroke soothing circles against my skin. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that, instead of stepping on your toes it looks like I ended up putting my foot in my mouth,” he snorted, I still felt guarded but he was the first person to ever apologize for saying something like that. It made me a bit more willing to listen.

He seemed to take this as a good sign or rather it seemed that since he started he couldn’t stop his rambling “Like cause obviously you’re not an ice queen because you didn’t leave me here slow dancing with myself which thank you because honestly? I probably don’t deserve it but ugh I’m glad you didn’t walk away, but you totally still can if you want! I don’t want to keep you even though I realllllllly like whats going on right now. Not the you kind of upset with me thing but the being close and smelling you’re perfume cause its really nice, it reminds me of this cherry ice cream my grandma makes. Wow that was weird but no going back now.

‘Anyway uh back to the point if there is one? Oh yeah there is! The point is I’m sorry I just thought you looked like you weren’t having fun anymore and I want to make sure you are because I love seeing you smile and when I can make you laugh that’s the best thing ever cause I feel like I don’t hear you laugh nearly enough. Shit I’ve been talking for like four, five minutes now? I wonder how much I’ve had to drink because usually I’m speechless from how pretty you are,” he finally finished off his whole body unwinding after a great sigh, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. That is until he seemed to realize exactly what he had said and he tensed all over again, eyes wide with fear. The fear only seemed to increase tenfold when I started to laugh, a real laugh without me worrying about holding back or keeping quiet and I only stopped when it led to a loud snort. “Ok wow I know I just embarrassed the hell out of myself but that’s the cutest thing I have ever heard and even if you don’t talk to me ever again, which is a valid response, I’m so glad I got to hear that,” he said with a goofy sappy smile.

“Hunk,” I said when I finally found my voice and brought a hand up to his cheek to turn his head so that he was looking at me “I do want to talk to you again. Actually I-I want to talk to you like a lot. I have for a while now but I don’t know I always kind of just freeze. I’m not as good with this whole flirting or even just talking thing as Allura is. That’s why I got so jumpy when you worked that bake sale with me at the school fair. She knew that I liked you and I just thought you were being so helpful and sweet and everyone likes you that I didn’t know what to do. I think that I just need a little help warming up is all,” I said stumbling over the last few words because now his forehead was resting against my own and nothing had ever felt as good.

At least that’s what I thought until his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into a kiss. I had had kisses before, teeth clashing and foul breathed kisses. This was nothing like that. Instead I felt his plump lips warm and honey sweet working against mine in such a talented way I didn’t even care that my lipstick was smearing. I rolled onto the balls of my feet to press closer to him, refusing to let him pull away until I was sure I was drunk off the faint alcohol on his breath and the feel of his muscles keeping me securely in place.

It felt right to be there with him, the warmth of his body radiating safety and comfort and it took all of my will power not to stay like that all night. In the end it left me dizzy and seeing stars and craving so much more. “I think I know a few good ways to help you with that,” he said his lips brushing mine. And this time it didn’t even matter that I was speechless because I think I knew exactly what to do with my lips in the meantime.

~*~

“I told you that this would be exactly like the movies. Everyone knows that parties are always the perfect place to force a couple together. Hollywood said so,” Lance said puffing out his chest proudly and nodding at the whole scene like a king observing his court.

“Yeah except you forgot it was my idea in the first place,” Allura said next to him, watching y/n from across the room with clasped hands “ohhhhh I am so happy for them! It really was about time you know.”

“Yeah its about time they pulled up for some air too, just ugh someone keep an eye out and make sure no one including those two ends up in any of the bedrooms. I have enough messes to clean up as it is,” Keith said sticking his tongue out and staring pointedly up towards the ceiling.

“It’s a shame they couldn’t just wait until the end of the school year. I was riding all my money on a summer romance sparking between them,” Pidge said as she counted out a stack of money “you know I don’t even mind losing its just that I lost to Lance. It’s just adding insult to injury.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that Lance didn’t win,” Shiro said finally joining the group, coming up behind the couches they were sitting on, leaning over to hand Allura her drink and snatched the money from Pidge’s hand “he got his dates wrong and because of that I actually had him schedule the party for my bet. Its what you get for making fun of my calendar keeping skills.”

This was met with a sudden outburst from the entire group, mostly laughs as Lance screamed about sabotage. But when all was quiet and all money to the rightful winner the friends looked over towards the new couple who were smiling warmly at each other as they continued to dance closely. “The important thing is that they are together now though, right?” Lance said in a wistful voice and everyone nodded with matching smiles.

#hunk x reader #vld #voltron #voltron fic #hunk fluff #high school au #back ground shallura #cause i cant resist

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Shitloads Of Wrestling Interview: Anthony Toatele [June 12th, 2018]

Straight out of Salt Lake City, Utah, “The Flowin’ Samoan” Anthony Toatele is one of Indiana’s best kept secrets. Trained by Kongo Kong at Bodyslam University, Toatele’s popularity has risen astronomically since his debut five years ago. Along the way, the high-flying technician met his now-wife Kenzi Alexander, and with her by his side, Toatele has proven that he’s a mainstay and will be for years to come. We at SOW got this very cool interview with one of wrestling’s hottest rising stars!

SOW: Every wrestler has their Marvel Origins story on what made them go from being a common man to becoming a professional athlete. Do you remember the moment that you were struck with the idea to buy yourself some boots and tights and become a wrestler?

TOATELE: I was hooked on wrestling as a little kid. Big Hogan and Sting fan, but it was nothing more than a real life cartoon. Fast forward to the age of 12. Summer after 6th grade I’m spending it in SLC with my brother visiting my family. On a Monday night I sat down and came across WWE well F then, RAW. It was the episode where Vince McMahon asked and invited The Rock to come back to television to save the WWF from the WCW/ECW rebellion. I was intrigued, so I decided to tune in the following Monday. Then, he showed up. The Rock graced the little 16 inch TV in my grandparents bedroom and I was hooked! I wanted to be that guy and knew it. I wanted his confidence, his athletic ability, and his swagger. After that, I was all in on everything that I could do to be like The Rock. It was because of him I started playing football. Not well, but I would get better later. I did everything in my middle school years to groom myself to be a pro wrestler. I only did amateur wrestling back then because of guys like Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar. Alas, once I got to high school I figured it was just a silly dream. I watched it, but never considered it. Post-graduation in the year 2007, I had an idea to look into it. I reached out to a school who told me it would cost thousands of dollars for school. I was a broke freshman that couldn’t even make it to my classes so my answer was a quick “Thanks but no thanks”.

Eventually I got back into playing football and decided I wanted to be a professional athlete. I worked my butt off to be the best quarterback I could be. Hard to do for a kid with barely any high school experience and sitting on the couch for 2 years. I did it though getting onto semi-pro teams and indoor football teams throughout the Midwest. Couple years of that though and I realized that I was not getting younger and other players were. I decided to find something better, something more satisfying. My friend and I had been watching wrestling together when we hung out before lifting weights or going to football practice by then. He asked me if I ever considered it as a real thing. I told him not really but I would be willing to. Thanks to Google, I found Bodyslam University and Kongo Kong, with the rest being history.

SOW: When crafting your style, did you have an idea of the kind of wrestler you wanted to become? Perhaps someone you looked up to?

TOATELE: Is it over the top if I say The Rock? When I first started that was the one wrestler I leaned on as far as I style. Eventually though my pallet expanded for more styles and guys to watch and study. CM Punk, Shawn Michaels, Prince Devitt, Dolph Ziggler, and etc were guys I started to really pay attention to. SOW: You've had some very good matches against top quality talent. Are there any matches in particular that stand out as career highlights?

TOATELE: Easy. Billy Gunn and Joey Ryan. Billy was a family friend of my wife’s family. Not to mention, only of the biggest names from the Attitude Era. I wanted to prove to him that I could perform with someone of his caliber. It was the first “big name” I wrestled in front my family and friends in my city.

Joey Ryan is the other one. Joey has this great following and has done wonders to bring eyes to the independent wrestling scene. Similar to Billy, I wanted to show him and the world that I could hang with one of the top guys in wrestling at the time. Still is too!

SOW: As someone who very clearly spends a lot of time in the gym, what kind of music is on your playlist to keep you motivated? Any particular artists or genres?

TOATELE: Ahh man, I hate this question when people ask me…Haha! I’m a big loser when it comes to music in the gym. Most of the time it’s wrestling theme songs. I would say the breakdown is as follows: 55% wrestling themes; 15% Hip-Hop; 15% Hardcore/ Screamo Rock; 10% EDM; 5% sweet movie soundtracks. Artists-wise though, I’ve got Drake, Lil’ Wayne, Limp Bizkit, Public Enemy, Kanye, Metallica, Bring Me The Horizon, Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, DJ Khaled, Lil Jon, Outkast, and Imagine Dragons. Yeah that pretty much covers it. Oh wait, and my guys Downstait!

SOW: Correct me if I'm wrong, but professional wrestling introduced you to your wife, Kenzi. How did the two of you meet, and how did it feel to finally pop the question at Indy Pop Con?

TOATELE: You are not! We happened to be training at the same wrestling school. She was already a year in and managing her brother Kharn Alexander. One day in the hot summer of 2013, she happened to show up to a training session. There she was young, innocent, and arm in a sling due to an injury (a torn AC joint and separated collarbone). There I was looking tan, sweaty, and looking I was sculpted out of granite! HAHA! Don’t ask her about that part though, she will disagree. We ended up getting to know each other over the next year or so, and when Kharn decided to leave professional wrestling we decided to partner up. When the stars-aligned and our lives were ready for it, we decided to give dating a try.

Indy Pop Con was an experience! I was a nervous wreck going into that weekend, mainly because I knew what was on the menu Saturday. My flair for the dramatic led me to set up the proposal while we were on stage for a panel. So when it came time, I was sweating bullets. Once I popped the questions though and the waterworks started, I was ecstatic. We were married on August 12, 2017 and we haven’t looked back

SOW: You've had a lot of great matches against talent both local to the area and national. What have been some of your favorite feuds, and what matches do you think were defining in those feuds?

TOATELE: The first feud that really started my career was me and Alexander S. Kirk. He wanted my girl and she didn’t want him…Classic story of a guy just not know when to quit. We had some great matches that ended with an “I Quit” match at the now defunct Strong Style Wrestling.

After that I would have to say the ongoing rivalry/ feud with Jason Saint. It, literally, has been going on for years! It started at World’s Finest Wrestling when he managed Cliff Compton vs myself with Kenzi. Then, it went to NWA – Circle City Wrestling where he managed the monster known as Zodiak. On to FWF, where I took on Adam Bueller. Finally most recently, at Wrestling Theology where I beat his man, Jeremy Hadley, to advance to the semi-finals for the heavyweight championship. Every match, every opponent Jason has put against me really has made me up my game and I think the crowd has always gotten their money’s worth with those matches.

SOW: Say you won $10 million and you were given the opportunity to sign any professional wrestlers to a startup company. What matches would Anthony Toatele book himself in, featuring current stars of today's product?

TOATELE: Ahh…I see what we did here. You want me to do a list ala Cody Rhodes. Ok, let’s do this. Matches I would use my finances to put myself in (talk about heat with some of the boys if I say it like that…):

Adam Cole, Cody Rhodes, Sami Callihan, Shane Mercer, Zachary Wentz, Kevin Owens, Seth Rollins, The Miz, EC3, The Young Bucks, Adam Page, Jay Lethal, Myron Reed, Okada, Jake Something…

I think that is plenty of options! I would want to face guys from all over the world and from different styles and backgrounds. You don’t become the best in the world by staying on your couch.

SOW: Over the course of the next 5 years, ideally, where would you like to see Anthony Toatele and Kenzi? Do you see yourselves becoming prominent features in professional wrestling?

TOATELE: Ideally, I want to be wrestling all over the world. I think that traveling the world and meeting fans from different corners of the planet would be amazing. Depending on how small or big our family will be in 5 years will really dictate Kenzi’s schedule but I can’t imagine having some of the biggest matches in my career without her by my side. So if we have to load up all the kids, by golly we will! Our goal has always been to see how far we can take our careers in the business of professional wrestling. Wrestling is changing and fans want to get to know those involved. I think hopefully in the near future, we will have some projects that will help our fans do that.

SOW: What do you think the number one draw of professional is? What do you think the biggest allure of the sport is that keeps people watching?

TOATELE: I honestly think that draw comes from the story we tell. The same themes that make successful dramas, comedies, romantic stories all of it can be found in professional wrestling under the guise of a physical competition. People can find their own favorites and connect with them.

The biggest allure of the sport is the wrestlers! Where else can you find real-life superheroes or villains combined with movie and TV stars? We as wrestlers are out there to entertain the people, and if we can do that, they will always come back. Not too many other sports give you the ability to see such well-known human themes played out in front of them involving their favorite athletes. You don’t see Tom Brady punching someone in the face for mistakenly thinking he’s coming after Gisselle. SOW: How can your fans keep up with your work on social media?

TOATELE: Easy enough! Twitter is just @anthonytoatele and the same for Instagram. Find me on Facebook and friend me, as well as give my fan page a “like”.

#anthony toatele #pro wrestling #sow interview

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meimi-haneoka · 6 years

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Interesting facts from interview with CCS Clear Card producer Chiyo Kawazoe

The most recent issue of Animage, the 12/2017 one, features one interview with the producer of the upcoming Card Captor Sakura Clear Card anime, Ms. Chiyo Kawazoe. You probably remember her because she was attending the first world screening of Sakura and the two teddy bears OAD at AX back in July 2017!

This interview turned out to be as interesting as the one with character designer Hamada in Animedia!! I was able to read it, and while I’m not doing a complete translation, I will write here some interesting tidbits about the upcoming anime, including A MAJOR SPOILER about the gender of the Mysterious Cloaked Figure. I suggest you to skip the part surrounded by asterisks if you want to keep the surprise a bit longer.

First of all I want to thank @cutesxsherry for taking pics of the magazine for me the moment she had it in her hands! The article didn’t appear anywhere else as far as I know, so she really saved the day!!

Producer Chiyo Kawazoe starts the interview recalling the excitement of the audience during the screening of the Sakura and the two teddy bears OAD back in July at Anime Expo 2017, in Los Angeles. She says the venue was full and this encouraged her and made her very happy that the OAD was well received, especially after the long wait.

The interview follows with Kawazoe recognizing that “Sakura” is still a deeply loved work even 17/18 years since the end of the old anime, and she’s heard a lot of people saying “thankfully they’re the same”, referring to the staff and cast for the new anime. The Clear Card “stage” will be the same old Tomoeda city we knew and loved in the old anime, and she will do her best according to Sakura’s motto “Everything will surely be alright!”.

When asked what kind of concept the Official PV was based upon, Kawazoe says that she wanted to make Sakura interesting to the eyes of the people seeing her for the first time, showing her normal schoolgirl life but also that she uses magic, and make them wonder “That girl is cute, what kind of girl is she?”.

The new anime will be aimed not only to the old fans, but it will try to convey the feelings of the whole staff to the girls of the same age as Sakura ( ~12 ). We will be able to understand which specific feelings those will be, after watching the whole anime. Kawazoe says that if Clear Card will stay in our hearts even after it’s over, she’ll be happy.

To Kawazoe, the highlight of Clear Card is the fact that it will be based on the original manga, with Sakura’s battle costumes and Clear Card designs done by Mokona (CLAMP). She also says that they have plans for new battle costumes that never appeared in the manga.

She proceeds to talk about Akiho Shinomoto and Yuna D. Kaito, the new characters of this arc, with Akiho being “the key character that will get the Clear Card story moving” . There’s no way to know more than that from her, though.

When asked about the apparent similarity between Sakura and Akiho’s names, Kawazoe’s teasing reply is “Oh who knows about that, I’m looking forward to what is hiding behind that (laughs)”. She’s interested about wrapped-in-mystery Kaito too.

The next question is about how much Sakura changed, now that she’s a junior high schooler. Kawazoe says “The fact that she’s a junior high schooler might deceive people (in thinking she changed a lot), but since at the end of the second movie Sakura was in 6th grade , not much time has passed since then, so there’s no big change in her, physically. It’s just that her school uniform changed from the elementary school one to the junior high school one.” The thing that will change, however, will be the technological gadgets, such as smartphones to call eachother or sending messages. This is pretty much the only thing that will change, as they didn’t want to touch the basic core of the character [Sakura], who is a girl very dedicated to everything she does.

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Kawazoe then says: “This time the story starts with the Sakura Cards becoming transparent , triggered by the meeting with a mysterious girl in a dream” For completeness sake, here’s the Japanese line: 今回のストーリーは、夢で不思議な少女に出会ったことがきっかけで、[さくらカード]が透明になってしまうところから始まります NOTE: This definition was reported THREE times in the body of the article, while in the caption under the screencap from the PV, it’s used a generic “mysterious person”.

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The story will develop around Sakura trying to find the cause of the Sakura Cards becoming transparent and unravel the whole mystery, and even though there are way too many things she doesn’t understands and should be feeling anxious about, she says “I will still live my everyday’s life as I should be, and in case something happens, I’ll try my best to do what I can”. Kawazoe thinks this is a very important lesson that Sakura is trying to convey to all of us.

Kawazoe talks about Tomoyo-chan…of course her basic personality won’t change, but she mentions that her equipment to take videos of Sakura will be super up-to-date! She will of course shoot videos of Sakura anywhere, but she will also encourage her with her words when Sakura ends up in a bad situation. She will also carefully soften the atmosphere, blowing the anxiety away, when needed.

About Syaoran…she only says that, since he will look more cool, ”Female fans, please wait for it!“. She also says that she was very surprised to hear the female audience, back in April (at the Sakura Festival), cheering for Syaoran just as much as they did for Touya and Yukito…

The interviewer asks about Sakura and Syaoran’s relationship in Clear Card. Kawazoe replies: “Although their feelings are mutual, it’s not like those two prioritize love over everything. For instance, if there’s a person in need or a problem concerning the cards, Sakura would say "I’m sorry, Syaoran-kun” and run to that. That is to say, it’s not like there isn’t the classic “sweet and sour” love atmosphere between them, but Sakura draws strength from Syaoran to her heart, and Syaoran closely watches over her and assists her. Those two make us feel a wonderful sense of space” NOTE: About that “space”, me and @rispen-hortensie have tried to better understand what Kawazoe meant with the words 素敵な距離感 , which I translated as “nice sense of distance” at first, but here’s her input that really clarifies the meaning : “It’s like she’s saying they’ve worked out a really healthy, admirable sense of boundaries. They aren’t clingy with each other, but they aren’t in danger of drifting apart, either. It’s hard to incorporate the word "distance” here because it almost always has a negative connotation when used to describe relationships in English.”

Kero will always be the same old Kero we know, with Aya Hisakawa (Kero’s VA) mastering his Osaka dialect and his ad-lib jokes.

Akiho and Kaito’s voices were chosen following the idea of bringing some freshness to a main cast composed by all the old voice actors. This is still part of the attempt to appeal the younger generation who asked for young voice actors. So they asked CLAMP what kind of voices they imagined for those two characters, found the candidates, and decided on Minori Suzuki and Natsuki Hanae after consulting with the director Morio Asaka.

The interview ends with Kawazoe saying that Clear Card arc will be enjoyable as an indipendent work even from those who never watched the old anime series of 18 years ago, provided it’s watched by Episode 1.

At the bottom of the second page, there’s a circle were they talk about the Release! and Secure! scenes: the wand release will be based off the old animation, but with some new parts, while the Secure! animation will feature crystal fragments dancing all around! Kawazoe is sure these scenes will get us excited!

Thank you for reading this loooooong post!!

#card captor sakura #cardcaptor sakura #clear card #ccs #ccsakura #clear card spoilers #clear card anime

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pisati · 5 years

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there’s a lot of things that contributed to my personality being what it is. I’ve managed to trace my current apprehension of my mother to the way she used to treat me when I was in high school. but I’ve always had deeper problems than that. I’ve mostly chalked it up to her just not understanding me-- not trying to. but that doesn’t feel like it either.

since before I can remember, I’ve had social issues. I don’t know if I want to say social anxiety; some of my issues were similar to kids with social anxiety, but once I was in a study for socially anxious kids and I wasn’t much like any of them. the only thing I can really think of that might have been social anxiety was making phone calls, but it wasn’t that I was nervous about social interaction, or nervous that the person on the other end would judge me or something. I just became incredibly self-conscious and uncomfortable.

I was always shy, I know that. I remember hiding behind my mom’s legs when people I didn’t know tried to talk to me. I remember my dad sitting on my bed with me when we lived in my first house; I must have been 5 at the oldest. I remember him telling me something about eye contact and how people expect that and it’s polite. I don’t remember my 5th or 6th birthday party, but I know within the last two years my mom stumbled upon pictures and made a face looking at them; I’d covered my face and started crying when everyone started singing happy birthday. I’m still a little bitter that she couldn’t have just foregone the “normal” tradition for my sake, instead of forcing this arbitrary thing I hated onto me.

I hated attention. always have, probably always will. I don’t remember crying and needing to be walked off the stage at a kindergarten performance, but it happened. I remember standing in front of my 5th grade class, face burning and throat tightening, after unsuccessfully trying to get my teacher to give me a pass on presenting. I quickly read through whatever it was I was reading and went back to my desk and put my head down; I remember snarling at the kid next to me who tried to tell me I did fine. also in 5th grade, my teacher snuck a picture of me during some thing I can’t remember now, though I expressly said I didn’t want to be in any pictures. I remember her laughing, but she realized soon it made me feel really bad. that same day I started feeling sick and had to be sent home; I remember being that upset was almost definitely the catalyst. and I did end up actually sick. I was only able to perform in string orchestra concerts starting in 5th grade because I was in a group and didn’t have to use my voice. in music class in elementary I refused to sing. I ended up being the designated sound person for class and for.. I guess one of my class’s performances that I refused to get on stage for. I was perfectly happy with that. I couldn’t stand the idea of being on a stage where people could see me. using my voice. the thought still makes me queasy. I still had problems in high school. I once weaseled my way out of a 10th grade Spanish presentation because I just.. couldn’t get up in front of the class. after I froze up during a 9th grade Spanish oral exam my mom took me to a psychiatrist. didn’t help anything. the first time I got up in front of a class and gave a presentation without heart palpitations, it was my 4th year of college and I was so pissed about the last-minute project I had to do that I powered through it on spite alone. it definitely got easier as I got older, but I avoid getting up in front of people as much as I can.

whenever I’d go to restaurants for my birthday I’d pray that if we mentioned it to the waitress they wouldn’t all parade out to the table with a dessert and sing. I remember when I was maybe elementary-age... mom had prepared something of a birthday surprise for me since I had to be at tennis camp for my birthday. I think my grandparents brought it in and I wasn’t expecting it. everyone sang me happy birthday and I wanted to die. I kept going on about how I felt so humiliated. that wasn’t the right word, but that was the only thing I had to associate with that feeling. I feel bad that my mom tried to do something nice and I reacted so strongly against it, but... she should have known me by then. this happened every fucking year; I was at least 10 by then. I had literally never once enjoyed public birthday spectacles. I didn’t need anything like that. I didn’t want anything like that. it’s honestly kind of her fault, if she did get upset by it. you can’t set yourself up for failure and then get upset when you fail. I feel like she’s always been upset that I’ve never fit into a “normal” mold, but... maybe I would’ve done just fine if she’d even tried to figure out where I did fit, instead of trying to force me somewhere I didn’t. it wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate her efforts; I resent that that kind of thing made me seem unappreciative. I just... wish that she’d maybe concentrated her efforts into something that suited me, rather than her idea of who she wanted me to be. this kind of thing isn’t one of those “exposure therapy helps” kind of deals. I hated it. even if I can stomach the discomfort now, that doesn’t make it any better. forcing me into things I hate will not make me hate them less.

it wasn’t that I was afraid of being laughed at under a spotlight. I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I don’t think. I wouldn’t have been afraid of that at 4-5, anyway. I feel like I’ve just never been able to stomach the idea of being seen. people being aware that I exist, paying attention to me and me alone. I’ve never wanted to be part of much of anything; if I do want to, I’ll do it. I’ve always preferred to be a passive observer. I loved the classes in college where “participation” wasn’t a grade; where I wasn’t forced to speak. where I could just sit in my corner of the room against the wall and watch and absorb. “wallflower” is an understatement. sometimes I almost feel like I’d be more comfortable if my life were a movie, where I were just watching and didn’t actually exist. I’ve always dreaded being called on in a magic act or something; being pulled onto a stage and asked to do something as part of a performer’s act. asked to speak into a microphone. I’ve pictured it in my head; I’d give the person such a death glare they’d leave me alone; why disrupt the flow of the act with someone who clearly doesn’t want to participate? I’ve pictured family goading me and encouraging them, which would likely infuriate me to the point of tears. I just want to be left alone. that’s the long and short of it. people can’t seem to accept that I can be perfectly happy on the sidelines or in the background, and in fact that’s exactly what I prefer. if I wanted to do the thing, I’d do it. but clearly I don’t, so let me make my choices and don’t fucking worry that I’m not “having fun”. it’ll be a hell of a lot less fun for everyone if I’m forced to do something I don’t want to do. people act so concerned that I’m “missing out”, as if I care? if I cared about missing out, I’d do it. “you don’t know what you’re missing” and I’ll never have to know, either. amazing how that works. people can’t just let you be.

but it’s not just that. I am so deeply uncomfortable with my family and I don’t know why. I’ve never been able to talk to them. least of all my mother. she’s probably the only person in my life I’ve ever actually been good at keeping secrets from. the less she knows about me the better. even driving home from Pittsburgh this past weekend, I had suggested we get a tape deck adapter so we didn’t have to listen to the same CD the entire drive home, but then when I realized that I’d have to share my music with her, I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. I played Hozier’s new album. Beach House’s latest. Lucy Dacus. Better Oblivion. Boygenius, though that one made me feel weird and I’m not sure why. I was scrolling through my playlists looking for something, anything. not too weird, but more just... not too personally exposing. what was there to expose? why did I feel so apprehensive about my mother learning anything about me, even if it was just something about my taste in music?

I don’t have any earthly idea when that started. I’ve been trying to think back, and I just can’t. I do remember a possibly similar feeling of discomfort, when I was in early elementary school. 7 at the oldest. I don’t know why, but whenever I’d draw something and someone complimented it I’d rip it to shreds. I can’t explain that even now. I at least take compliments a little better now, ha. but that kind of reminds me of, like... if I’d just played on stage in an orchestra, and I’d left the stage and packed up and gone out into the audience or the school’s halls and saw my family, and my mom would be standing there beaming in that way she does... it’s that feeling. my stomach’s in knots just thinking about it. I don’t want to talk about what I did, I don’t want to acknowledge that anything happened. if I could rip up a moment like that like a piece of paper, I’m sure I would have. that’s why I stopped telling her when my orchestra concerts and tennis matches were. I wanted to avoid that feeling entirely.

did I react the same way to my dad? I don’t think so. literally everyone else in my life seemed tamer, reaction-wise. I don’t think my mom was ever over-the-top. she can seem really dramatic to me sometimes; the times I’ve seen her cry, it’s almost like a damn movie script. some of her reactions to things are just... weird, I don’t know. how she gasps so dramatically when something little startles her; like if I drop something it’s almost like I knocked an entire shelf over. her reaction scares me more than whatever the actual thing was. the jerky movements she’ll make with her head or her body when she talks about things. the slight bending and straightening of knees accompanied by what I can only describe as bouncing, rocking side to side, wringing her hands sometimes. she wonders why she’s so achy but she moves so choppily sometimes it’s hard to imagine she’s not straining herself. and she does use a baby voice quite a bit; it’s normal to me, but I’ve never seen anyone else do it; sometimes not even when talking to babies. I want to say that’s just youngest-child syndrome, but I’ve never heard it from anyone else. even A noticed last he was down here; my uncle had come down too and my mom, in her usual tone (the more playful, sing-songy of the normal tones): “and dis is my brother JAY-mie!”. like. you’re in your 50s, dude. we’re all adults. sometimes that in itself is embarrassing. it’s hard to describe how the way she acts is different from “normal” but when I’m around “normal” people it’s really obvious.

I’ve never liked the way she’s always gone on with “I can’t believe these gorgeous creatures I made”. I made. like I’m her property. before I got my tattoos it felt like she wasn’t happy with them because it was like I was defacing something that was hers.

I’ve been asking myself why. what about her is so different from everyone else. is it because I have a sense of stability from everyone else? I was never afraid dad would flip on me on a dime. I wanted to say that wasn’t exactly the reason, but I want to dig around in it a little more.

the way she looks at me when I do something she approves of. that smile she gives me, the slow blink. could be she’s just full of love for me, but what if it’s just the idea of me? that I’m finally fulfilling some idea she has of the kind of person she wants me to be? I don’t know if I’d say her affection feels faked, really. but I’ve also seen her behind closed doors. I’ve seen how she drops the sing-songy act and purses her lips and barely speaks to me because she’s had a long day and there are three of my bowls soaking in the sink. I’ve seen her bug-eyed and thin-lipped, shouting my name, counting to three. I’ve felt her knee kick into my thigh, felt her hand gripping my arm and trying to tug me out of my room. I’ve heard you should just go into your closet and shoot yourself and a half-assed attempt at an apology later. I’ve heard her, in her sharp, flat tone, say she’s taking away my phone or my laptop or any number of things I actually valued because of something stupid. I’ve watched her take her asshole boyfriend’s side plenty of times before me. watched her jump to defend my brother because he could do no wrong no matter how much he ever got on my nerves. just shut up so she’ll shut up. one day he’s going to grow much bigger than you and he’ll beat you into the ground and I’ll watch.

it wasn’t always like that. I did love my mom. I did like when she was proud of me. I used to go to her for comfort. I don’t know when I got so guarded. I have nothing to pinpoint that moment. I remember in middle school, her tugging at my clothes and me trying to twist away; I was trying to go to the neighborhood pool with my friends in the first bikini I’d bought and she wanted to see it. pulling at my clothes and trying to lift up my shirt in front of my friends as I was trying to pull away and get out the door was not the way to do that. but I remember just... not wanting her to see me in it. ever. I used to pull my hair back through maybe 7th grade; a low ponytail with a part through the middle. that was how it was much of the time. but every other girl wore high ponytails with all their hair pulled back; no part. I don’t know why I saw that as some foreign thing; some marker of being cool. but my mom didn’t do it and I didn’t do it. I remember in middle school I was at some event at the library they had for kids my age every other week, and once I’d pinned up my bangs with a barrette; as soon as I realized my mom was there to pick me up I ripped it out. I’d always pull my hair out of a ponytail around her, once I started pulling it back the way the other girls did. even after I’d pull it back for bedtime; I’d rather her see me with vicious bedhead than a bun. I can’t explain it. maybe it did start some time in middle school. that transition between child and teenager is pretty rough, I guess.

some part of me is telling me it’s the idea of her seeing me as different than she did before. I was nervous to show her my hair once I got it all chopped off; it wasn’t just me, it was me with a pixie cut and it was different and definitely me, but not me, you know? it’s adult me, my own person. even showing my dad made me feel nervous for the same reason. anyone in my family, really. was it because they’ve known me my whole life? because they’ve known infant me and toddler me and embarrassing child me and awkward teenager me and here I am, being my own person with autonomy and trying to move on from all the past instances of me?

I’ve never been able to play music or sing around her either. anyone in my family, really. that feels more obviously like “they’ve always known me as someone who won’t sing” and I can’t show them I do. the few times I’ve heard my mom downstairs while I’m practicing or even singing in the shower when I didn’t hear her come home... I don’t feel so horribly self-destructive over much else. like, literally want to hurt myself at the thought of her hearing me sing. even thinking about it now has me agitated. I stifle it by distracting myself; putting on earbuds, watching some show, playing some other music so loud I don’t have to hear anything else. I’ll stay in my room for hours so I don’t have to see her or get any questions or anything. even writing it down.. my spine is crawling. I don’t understand.

is it that I don’t trust her? that doesn’t feel right either. I don’t know what facts about me could be held over my head. it definitely doesn’t feel like distrust. it’s just discomfort. it feels like my mom’s never been able to be normal about anything and I’d rather cloister myself up into the tiniest box I can so I don’t start something. some reaction. I don’t know why I don’t want questions from her. why I still seem to care so much about her approval despite feeling like I’d rather she didn’t know about anything I did. I don’t know when it started but I know it was already in full swing by the time I graduated high school; I just wanted to be as far away from this family as possible. I’d look at other people with their parents and feel so jealous. my friend Carmen and her mom are like best friends; what’s it like even being able to talk to your mom? my AP lit teacher in high school was always so sweet and kind to me; I remember feeling jealous of her daughters, jokingly but not that jokingly asking in my head can you be my mom instead? why would I feel so much more comfortable with other people? even some of mom’s friends seem so much more normal, I don’t seem to feel as uncomfortable with them. I just don’t know.

I suppose it doesn’t really need to make sense. I’ve accepted I’m just different. I always have been. I don’t know in what ways I’m neurodivergent, but I know this has got to be one of them. there’s no reason for it. this deep, deep discomfort that feels like it has many reasons and none at all. I’ve been weird since before I can remember. I don’t remember preschool; I don’t remember refusing to do things the teacher told me to do. I don’t remember hiding under tables or recoiling at physical touch. back then I didn’t have the social awareness to understand norms or self-restraint; that was pure gut reaction. whatever output was generated by the onboard programming. mom tells me that when I was tiny, for the first 6 months of my life or so, I was nonstop screaming. I turned stiff as a board in my godmother’s arms; there’s pictures. mom had finally calmed me down once and grandma had reached out to touch one of my little baby toes; all hell was loose once again. I can only imagine it was the same feeling. don’t fucking touch me.

I never liked being babied, either. never liked when people talked down to me. I would have rather sat with the adults at a party than played with the kids, even if I didn’t understand what was going on; possibly because mom was a comforting presence and I was too shy to interact with new kids. I never liked kids my own age. never even called myself a kid. I remember once, maybe in middle school, being so thrown by the fact that my mom’s at-the-time boyfriend’s kid had said something about himself and “the other kids”, like... you see yourself as one of them? I never played with baby dolls; never had any interest. I was so ready to be done with the baby stuff; I couldn’t wait to grow up. I think part of that was because I was already so independent but I didn’t have any of the knowledge required to be independent; you can’t be on your own when you’re elementary-aged, but let me tell you, if I could have known how to drive and how to do things by myself, I would’ve been gone by the age of 10. I do actually feel a lot more secure with myself now that I am where I wanted to be my whole life. almost fully independent (and I would be if I had an income). an adult who can make her own choices and can finally distance herself from... I don’t know. “family”. I started writing “family” in quotes a few years ago to describe this weird, broken thing I also feel like I’ve wanted to run away from for a long time.

I don’t really know why I wanted to grow up so damn bad. why I’ve tried so hard to distance myself from anything childish. I still don’t even really care much for disney movies and I’ve never understood why people even my age still act like loving disney is a personality trait. I won’t say I can’t enjoy the movies, but they’re only my first choice when I’m feeling really sick. sometimes I wonder if people are right when they ask me (the few occasions they have) if I even know how to have fun. I don’t enjoy anything most people seem to consider fun. dancing, for one. even yoga classes are uncomfortable for me. I already can’t stand the idea of people being aware of my physical form, but my physical form moving? looking ridiculous in any way? god, no. I can’t stand the idea of singing in front of people. using my voice in any way anyone tells me to; I’ve thought about voice lessons and even the thought makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I don’t do parties, I can’t keep up with games if they’re any degree of complicated... I just don’t seem to share the interests of anyone my age. that doesn’t help with my distancing myself from them.

another thing that seems like something that’s been part of me my whole life is always seeking approval from people older than me. not necessarily wanting to be seen as older than I am, but feeling a sense of importance in being considered mature or advanced for my age. I did like standing out to my teachers academically; when I was younger I liked hearing I was smart and I liked being really good at reading and spelling. I don’t think being told I was an advanced reader got to my head; that feeling persisted through college too. I relished the approval and support I got from my professors, and I wanted to be in the same circles as the grad students, despite not being anywhere near their level. I still kind of chuckle at the memory of the cute post-doc that kept catching my eye in CNL lab meetings and finally talked to me at one start-of-year lab picnic, thinking, ha, he must have thought I was a grad student, maybe because of that time I sat down next to him in lab meeting, going on with my lab manager about how I was going to be the first to present new data from my study, and saying ‘god, did an undergrad design that??’ when she told me about an awful psych study she did with her son. for some reason that was also somewhat personally gratifying. that whole thing has been going on my whole life too, I don’t know where it came from, when it started. probably just another thing.

some of these are things I’m really self-conscious about. things I’d even go so far as to say I hate about myself. I’ve taken some of my mom’s frustrations at me and directed them inwards; why can’t I just be normal? at least I’ve learned by now how to stomach some of the discomfort, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone away. I just know as an adult how it’s appropriate to act. I wish existing weren’t so uncomfortable for me. it would be so nice to be able to just exist and do things humans do without overthinking it or feeling like I want to hurt myself or disappear for literally no logical reason. but it’s exhausting hating myself and trying to change for other people’s sake. this is just who I am.

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Tag game

Was tagged by @funkzpiel and @axilarts Thank you!! *hugs* (っ*´∀｀*)っ 1. Always post the rules.  2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.  3. Write 11 questions of your own.  4. Tag 11 people.

it’s long… I can’t stop talking so I put everything under the cut!

FROM FUNKZPIEL

What is your favorite, weird comfort quirk?

I like holding stuff in my palm? Sometimes, I hold paper napkin, menthol salt or keys for hours.

I keep textbook under my pillow the night before exams.

I will dress extra nice when I need my luck. I won’t go to final exams or do final presentations look like death. I believe lady luck prefers me look nice XD

Tumblr Crush

Oh, currently my tumblr crush is you @funkzpiel because you are soooo sweet.

Beach or Mountains?

Mountains. I’ve already done with hot weather.

What’s one big fear you are trying to overcome?

I only have petty fears (my greatest fear is death of the love ones. I don’t think I could overcome it) but if I have to choose one maybe ‘afraid of the height’? I can’t stand too close to a window of 5 stories building let alone skyscraper.

Favorite dream you’ve ever had?

Once, I dreamed that we went to dig potatoes at school yard then those potatoes turned out to be our grades lol

Do you believe in ghosts?

Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. Currently no.

Fanfic you would recommend to others/really touched you, etc.?

Hardest question! I like LOTS of fanfics I can’t really choose ; w ;;; to narrow things down I will only rec finished stories then…..

Gramander: - The Case of the Missing Obscurus by manic_intent - Basic Instincts by manic_intent - Safe in Your Arms by pinchess07 - The Graves Identity by Mishafied

Crewt: - Fantastic Wizards and How to Woo Them by OreoCheesecake

There’re still lot of fanfics that I haven’t rec because it’s unfinished. I think I’m going to make special rec post later :)) (because damn, I love Funkzpiel’s Little Blue Riding Newt and wanna go in details about it :D)

Fan Art that everyone needs to stop what they’re doing and look at?

Ahhh fanart! Lots of fbawtft artist I followed are in twitter ; w ;;;

Fukumochi : I enjoy their comic even if I can’t understand Japanese!

Daizu : I want their grindelnewt doujin damnit..

Namdong24 : I want their gramander doujin damnit..

Xuan : Look at their currently pinned tweet *is death*

Sayatsugu : THAT DOUJIN ON THEIR PINNED TWEET!!!

믽 : THEIR NEWT & HIS SMILE!!!! I DON’T HAVE TO SAY MORE

Could I extend the list into original art too.. because damn I have a lot of artists that I wanna share. (I’ll add their names here anyway lol)

Ofsparrows : Their gif is the best! It looks like you’re watching a wizard photo or something! I wish I could do something like this <3

Celine-kim : just click her link and look at her work. I don’t have to explain. LOOK AT HER PORTFOLIO http://www.celine-kim.com/ THE LIGHTING, SHADOW, COLOURS AND DETAILS. I’d die to have this much talent (kidding I don’t want to die yet) I LOVE CONCEPT ART and all of her port is my dream come true omg!

Vanessamakesthings : Her traditional art is absolutely beautiful. Ink, watercolour, pencils and etc. Her work is very easy to look at. Eyes pleasing <3

Peaheart : HIS WATERCOLOUR SKETCHBOOK!! How could he use watercolour like that *sobs* I thought watercolour is … watery but his works! *screaming*

Audreybenjaminsen : Definition of dark fantasy omg. Her pencil work! and heyyy she draw HP too! *happily death*

There’s a lot more but I should stop… sorry

Fanfic premise you wish someone would write, but haven’t seen yet?

Why I can’t think of any right now …. but I have secret soft spot for de-aged Newt story. 5+1 things about every characters looking after de-aged Newt would be really nice….

Dream house/job?

Dream house: Nice and warm with lots of loves. Have puppies/ kitties. Have hobby/crafting-corner :D

Dream job: Routine job. Just let me go at 5 sharp. No overtimes. I have lots of other things to do :D

Something you’re really proud of (fandom-related or otherwise)?

Omg I’m the proudest person you can ever known >:3c

Fandom-related:

I used to be a staff of a Comic Convention. The con purposed is to raise a money for helping those who have heart diseases. It’s a very nice and heartwarming con if I do say so myself!

I turned one of online friend into irl friend! We’ve been knowing each other for nearly 9 years now! She said that I’m her best friend! I’m soo proud <3

Look at my 8 years ago drawing and cringe. Best kind of cringe because it means I improve a lot!

Had someone said that my doujin-plot is the very best and it stunned them. They were looking forward to see next volume … which I didn’t continue lol

Non-fandom-related:

I quit my old major/ faculty because I hate it even though I’d already spent 2 years there. It wasn’t easy to start anew. I’m so glad I did!

Going to finish my Master degree now! Yayyy

My prof. ask me if I want to publish my thesis in a journal!

The list is going on and on XD

FROM AXILARTS

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be, and why would you choose that name?

I rather like my both my given name and nickname! Both are quite unique <3 I wouldn’t change it but if it were too hard for a foreigner to pronounce then… might choose something similar. Nachisa for Japanese and Natasha for Western folks?

If you could live in one fictional universe what would it be?

HARRY POTTER HANDS DOWN!!!

What is the dumbest way you’ve been injured?

LOTS…. ohhh I recalled 2 and both almost killed me. I can’t decide which is the dumbest though…

On my 6th year-old birthday, my older sister, cousins and I were having a party. After cake we decided to play a game. I don’t know what it’s called in English but the game is a lot like tag but ‘it’ has their eyes tied by a piece of cloth. I was a ‘it’ in that round. I heard some noise from one side so I lunged there…. only to find out that the door wasn’t closed and I fell down to the bottom of stairs. Ughh it hurt so bad :(

I can’t remember how old I was in this one but still very young. We’re in a pool and my sister teased me until I got really flustered and mad. I stepped out of the pool and out of my floating ring. I was going to throw the floating ring at my sister out of sheer madness but my body passed through the ring like a fucking dolphin and fell into the pool instead. I can’t swim…. my sister also can’t swim…. luckily, one of my older cousin was there to save my sorry ass.

Ever cried of happiness? Care to share?

Can’t recall any …. why I’m like this lol I rarely got that emotional… I might had cried one time that I remember how lucky I am to be me, surrounded with lovely family and people.

Who’s your hero, fictional or otherwise?

Dobby and Hagrid. They’re underrated characters but got a really big and kind heart.

I really love Hargrid from the start. He’s big and clumsy but really kind. He cried and wanted to say goodbye to a baby that he didn’t even know. What broke my heart is the last book when he thought Harry was dead though.

The only death that made me cried like a baby is Dobby’s death. I shredded few tears for other characters but Dobby’s hit me the most. He always try to help Harry. He really did in the end. *sobs*

Something you’re really proud of/best compliment you’ve ever received?

I love talking to you

You’re one of my best friends

I’m so glad I have you as my best friend

TAGGING:

@axilarts, @funkzpiel, @natecchi, @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins, @psychoticartemis and anywho that want to do this :D

QUESTIONS:

1. What do you like best about yourself? 2. What quality are you looking for in a future partner? 3. Why do you like your favourite character? 4. Do you have siblings? Care to share their&your funny stories? 5. Did you ever experience life threaten situation? 6. Do you believe in afterlife? 7. Favourite smell and why? 8. Have you collect anything? 9. What is your favourite beast in fantastic beasts? 10. One thing about yourself that going to shock everyone? 11. 3 words that best describe yourself, why?

#it's super long #i'm sorry #tagged #me #not drawing

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punkkris · 7 years

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ZombieTale Chapter Three - Reflections

Hey guys! Quick note here before the read. This chapter includes swearing, and torture. It gets a tad graphic, so if you're not into that, then I'm sorry to say that this fic series is not for you. I'm going to start getting more graphic as time goes on. So long story short, trigger warning. Without further ado, let us get started! _________ "C'mon Chara, we're gonna be late!" I yelled upstairs. I was already on edge since today was the day that we start the 6th grade. Over the last couple of years, the other monsters have started to find out who I really am on the inside—a wimpy little crybaby. Understandably, I didn't want to go today. Chara came sauntering down with a dull expression on her face. "There's no need to yell Asriel, I'm right here." she replied. She stared straight into my eyes for a good fifteen seconds before she shot me with a smile that made me slightly uncomfortable. "Y-you ready to go?" I asked in a futile attempt to calm my nerves. "Ooh you bet I am, fluffbutt. You have no idea." she replied slyly. "What do you mean?" I asked, slightly off-put by Chara’s mysterious demeanor. "I mean that I'm gonna make a statement. No one's gonna mess with me this year." Before I could once again ask her what she meant, she slipped past me and squeezed out the door. Our walk to school was unnaturally silent. Every now and then Chara would chuckle to herself, which was doing nothing for my nerves. We turned a corner and walked up to the school's front steps. As soon as we did, I turned to Chara. "So are you rea... Chara?!" The knife was in my gut faster than I could react. Chara was wearing a face that gave off a terrifying mixture of demonic and overjoyed. I screamed as loud as possible, but stood fast. Everyone immediately ran to us. At first I thought they were coming to help, but I soon realized that they all had knives. Similar to succumbing to a million mosquitoes, they all were on me in an instant, plunging their weapons into various spots on my body. It was a horrifying mess of blood, tears, screams, and devilish laughs. It took me a while to realize that it didn't hurt, which naturally freaked me out. I was screaming out of fear, not out of pain. When they all finished, Chara kicked me to my knees. She smiled at me with her shining blood red eyes, then stepped aside to reveal a face that brought me more pain than any amount of daggers could muster. "F-Frisk...help me..." Her eyes were cold. Her eyes were gleaming with the threat of tears. Her eyes were full of hatred. "No one can help you now," she whispered. "Your soul is hers now. And honestly," she leaned closer, her lips mere inches away from my ear. "You look pathetic, you little idiot." "B-but...I thought you loved me..." I asked. "Oh please," she responded. "That ship sailed ages ago." With that, her dagger found its way into my heart. As if that wasn't enough, Frisk proceeded to grab each knife that was affixed in my body, and turned them; it was like she was turning twenty different keys, each one unlocking more anguish from me, and betrayal from her. "I'm not sorry. And yes, my little Azzy, I do have something better to do. Anything is better than you," she concluded. Instant darkness. No feeling. No sound. No real discernable proof that I even exist at all. "Oh no...not this. Not the void. Not again," I thought. I've had this feeling before. "I-is anyone there? Didn't think so. Oh well it was worth a shot anyway." I couldn't seem to find any reason as to why I was here again. "Why am I here," I thought aloud. "Why am—wait...I remember...I remember the sun. And Frisk. Yes that's right. We were free. I was so happy. Then there was that stupid machine. The hole in my gut. The pain—oh the pain! And then...Wait a second. I'm dead. I'm dead again. But I can't be. Things were finally good again! After sixty-six damn years my life was finally fucking bearable!" I shouted, cursed, screamed, yelled, thrashed, did all I could to show my frustration and anger. All of a sudden, I was blinded by light. I try to shield my eyes from the light, but it seems to pass through my hands. Polar opposites. It's like I'm on the other side of the world. Everything was so white. I was sitting in a chair that slightly resembled one for dentist operations. That thought made me instantly nervous, but I couldn't move. There were no physical restraints, so I deduced that I was being held by magic. "Why am I here, Chara?" I asked to the seemingly empty room. At the mention of her name, Chara apparated into view. "You know why you're here, brother. You're dead, don't you remember?" She replied, a hint of hostility scratching the surface of her tone. "But why here? Why not the void? It's where I went last time," I looked down at my feet. Chara gave a full-hearted smile. "Maybe you should be asking yourself. After all, you're the one in control of you. Right?" Her smile grew wicked. "Well, until now, that is." As I saw Chara’s arm snap towards me I felt instant and colossal pain. It was like I could feel my heart taking itself apart and single-handedly destroying my sea of organs. "How does it feel, you pathetic little wretch?" I heard her ask in between my cries. "Does it feel like punishment? Madness? Maybe you're finally learning your place." She stopped and leaned in close to more intimate boundaries. "Or just maybe, I am your salvation." She left that theory hanging in the air before returning to the torturous pain. Every instant was that of a millennia. Every intake of air was fire, and every exhale, needles and knives. Speaking of fire, the next thing I noticed was the Jerry can of gasoline that Chara was toting. "Oh we'll get to that in a second. Something else to do first," she said, evidently noticing my worried glances. She then brought out her ever-present knife. Walking up to me, her grin grew more sinister, not unlike the smile of a demon. "You always did like flowers, right? Well let's make sure you always remember that shall we?" She rhetorically asked me before raising up her knife. "Wait—" I tried to beg. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Deaf, devilish, hate-fueled ears. Faster than the blink of an eye, the knife was in my stomach and moving, carving the shape of a golden flower. "Oh," she said add she finished her drawing. "Sorry does that hurt? Here, let me fix that for you." She dropped the knife and closes her eyes, clearly focusing on something. Then, as if it were even possible, the pain mutated into something even more agonizing. I looked down and saw the formation of curves and lines morph together to make one long slanted cut across my belly. This apparently came as an opportunity for Chara. She continued to toy with me. "Now what have we got here? A nice little hand warmer? Let's try it out shall we?" I've seen some horrible things. Hell, I've done half of them. But this…this took it way too far. Chara shoved her hands through my stomach, enjoying every second of my torment. And if it wasn't enough hell to go through, she started to part the red sea that was my body. There was a visible hole all through my abdomen. She paused for a brief moment. Chara needed to chortle away her insanity, which sucks because it gave me a false sense of hope. For a moment I thought she was done. I wanted her to walk away and let me be. That's when she did what I was waiting for. Gasoline can in hand, she doused me all over in the flammable liquid, then took out a box of matches. With what little power I had left, I kicked the box out of her hand, but not before she retrieved a single match. One is all it takes. "That's only fair considering what I'm about to do to you!" She responded. ~"Asriel!”~ Striking the match, she threw it onto the ground in front of me; all in one fluid motion. It made me wonder if she'd done this a lot. ~"Can you hear me? Fight back!"~ It didn't take long for the flame to reach my fur. I tried to flinch away from the fire, but to no avail. I sat in misery is the pyre engulfed my body. It was easily the worst thing I've felt in my whole existence. "Hahaha! How does it feel Asriel? Huh? Tell me, Asriel!” "Tell me! Come on! Asriel!" ~"Asriel”~ "Asriel!" ~"ASRIEL!"~ "ASRIEL!" —————————— I need to find him. That's all that matters right now. Not the blood all over my shirt. Not the fact that my ulna is sticking out in an alarming angle. Only him. How did this even happen? We were standing in a row, watching the sunset. It was perfect; not a cloud in the sky. We told each other how much we loved the view, then Asgore asked me to be the ambassador between humans and monsters. After I agreed to it, I glanced over to Asriel to see how he was holding up. He seemed to be the kind of guy that would get overwhelmed by new sights. Then the blast came. I woke up in clearing with everyone else save Asriel. I looked around and got a check on my surroundings. I checked myself first and noticed that my arm was broken. It hurt like hell, so I tried to summon a little determination to ease the pain. But I couldn’t find it in me so I just moved on. My shirt was covered in blood, and my shorts were torn, but that was about it. Sans and Papyrus were enveloped in a translucent blue ball, and seemingly unharmed. Alphys was covered in cuts, and Undyne was wrapping a torn piece of her shirt around her calf. Toriel was hovering over Asgore, healing him from the looks of it. Everyone was alive and accounted for except for Asriel. I ran of to go find him. “ASRIEL!” I shouted for what felt like the hundredth time. If my body would allow it I'd be running right now. But I gotta work with the hand I'm dealt. All I have to do is find him and take him back to Toriel. She’ll do the rest, and will probably make me feel a tad better, physically and mentally. But finding the goat monster was proving to be a fairly taxing challenge. That didn’t make me even think about abandoning my search in the slightest, though. Asriel means way too much to me. I'm close to passing out from pain alone. Edging on the brink of consciousness, I catch glimpse of a white foot behind a bush. “Asriel!” I exclaim as I run to the foot. “I'm so glad I found yo-” I'm stopped dead in my tracks. What I was expecting to see was broken bones, maybe a gash or two. But not this… It's not even Asriel. It's a human. On another human. And at first I thought the moving one was giving CPR. But he wasn't. He was eating...something. Very loudly. I inched closer to find out what was so damn tasty that he wasn't saving the poor man. That's when my life changed for the remainder of my days. The moment that was way past the point of no return. The only point in my life I wish never happened. I ran away from the bush and continued my search for my dear friend. After shouting his name a couple more times, I heard some mumbling. I stumble towards the source of the noise and fall to my knees in relief. I've found him! Unconscious but alive. I pick him up and fireman’s carry him for a couple of yards. After I lose a bit more energy, reposition him to better suit my comfort. Now to get back to the group. Taking a different path so as to avoid my previous encounter, I carried Asriel back to the clearing we were stationed at. Toriel used her magic and healed me up and sealed the gaping hole in Asriel’s center. And then we waited in anxious, painful silence. After several minutes I grew too nervous. I broke down and clutched Asriel as tight as I could. “Asriel,” I cried. “Can you hear me? Fight back.” it was getting harder to control my sobs and outbursts. “Asriel!” I saw his foot twitch. He was coming back. “ASRIEL!” I screamed through my tears. He opened his eyes and closed them again. After coughing and shaking for a hot moment, he reopened his eyes. “Asriel, I'm here. Can you speak?” I asked. His lips parted, and alongside the blood and spit that came out, he muttered one single word...A name… “Chara…”

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How Running Helped Krista Cope with the Loss of a Child

It’s easy to get lost in the media’s portrayal of exercise being primarily a means of weight loss, building physical fitness and sculpting washboard abs. Sometimes exercise can be a vehicle for more meaningful personal development. That’s exactly how 38-year-old Krista Parry has long viewed running.

Parry, who lives in Park City, Utah, first discovered the sport as a coping strategy to deal with a difficult childhood. When nearly everything around her felt out of control, she’d lace up and head out the door.

“There was so much chaos at home, and running was always something I could rely on,” she says. “When there was craziness all around me, I could go for a run and it’d make me feel better.”

After a successful high school track career and a season of competition at Utah Valley University, she fell away from the sport. After college, she began working in the ski industry and soon found herself climbing the ranks as a corporate executive. Through the years, she dabbled in things like Crossfit and hot yoga, but in the end, found herself returning to running as a means of regaining balance, despite her demanding career — even making her way up to the marathon distance five times.

#TBT is about to get serious as I throw it back to when I was a kid… “I just want to be beautiful. God, please let me be beautiful. I don’t want to live. I have thoughts of suicide… I hate myself.” Words from my junior high journal but think I wrote these same words every night for over 10 years. I hated myself… but it was a silent hate that no one saw. If you were to ask anyone about me, they would say I was happy and probably an over-achiever. I was one of the fastest runners in the state. I was friends with everyone. Excelled at everything I did. And was happy… or so they thought. However, on the inside I was dying… I don’t know exactly when it started but I do remember a few poignant times: · Like the time in the summer before 5th grade when my grandpa made me get on the scale at his house and after seeing the numbers on the scale, telling me I couldn’t eat while I was at his house… which resulted in me sticking my fingers down my throat for the first time to make myself throw up, which continued into my early 20s · Like the time in the 6th grade when the boys called me pizza face because of my acne · Like the time in the 8th grade when my math teacher, Mrs. Dean, wiped my hair out of my face and told me to not hide behind my hair… I was beautiful · Like the many therapists and nutritionists offices I would sit in and smile and tell them everything was ok and they believed me · Like the time when I drank my way through college so I could be numb to just how much I hated myself But luckily, by the grace of God, I never tried to commit suicide… Somehow, somewhere, I had a little flicker of light inside me that told me I had worth. This light started to grow when I got a job traveling as the spokesperson for the 2002 Olympic Torch Relay, who’s theme was ‘Light the Fire Within.’ was on this journey that I was introduced to the kind, loving, empathetic, smart, talented girl that I had been so critical of… I am grateful for the hard times growing up as they made me into the person I am today. I am me… and that is all that matters. If you struggle with feelings of self-worth, know you are enough. Know you are amazing!

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In 2004, Parry married her husband, Tim. After a five-year struggle with fertility issues, Parry gave birth to their first son in 2009 and second in 2011. Still, she had this nagging feeling they might not be done having children.

She knew her busy job was a hindrance to having another child, so she took a leap of faith and started her own consulting business with her sister, Lindsay, easing the stress at work and home. After an early miscarriage, though, she started to second guess whether the timing was right. She refocused her attention on her boys and her growing business and put the third baby idea on the back burner.

Love this pic of my boys and I finishing our first race together… Many more in our future! #motherrunner

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Particularly because of their past issues with infertility, Parry knew there was no guarantee she’d be able to get pregnant again. That’s why it came as a complete surprise when one day in June 2016, dogged by intense fatigue on a run, she was moved to take a pregnancy test.

“I could hardly make it around the track without breathing hard. I just felt so weird,” she recalls. “I thought, no way … I couldn’t be pregnant.”

Against all odds, the test revealed the good news.

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The initial excitement gave way to a scare the following week when she experienced spotting. Fearing the worst, she immediately went to the hospital for an emergency ultrasound.

“It was one of the scariest moments of my life. You think they’re going to bring up that ultrasound and not see anything,” she says. “But there was our sweet little baby kicking around, and everything looked great.”

At around nine weeks pregnant, she was sent home with the instructions to cease running and take it easy for the remainder of her pregnancy. They began making plans to welcome a third child into their family — a little girl.

A little over a month later, in late August, however, came a day that would change everything. At 14 weeks, Parry went in for a routine ultrasound. Her belly had been growing and she felt healthy. She remembers smiling at other women in the waiting room, anxious to get a glimpse of her baby girl.

The next moments are particularly vivid in her mind.

“I remember so clearly the doctor started pushing really hard with the ultrasound — searching — and then looked at us and said, ‘there’s no heartbeat,’” she remembers. “Right there at that moment, everything in the world stopped for us.”

In addition to the physical suffering she experienced from a painful miscarriage, Parry was overwhelmed by a cascade of sorrow and heartache. Not only did she experience the crash of hormones that generally accompanies the postpartum period, the grief of losing her baby girl felt all-consuming. Postpartum depression set in and she spent weeks unable to get out of bed.

“I felt so broken lying in the bedroom and just thought, ‘how will I ever heal from this loss,’” she remembers.

The turning point came at her six-week appointment when her doctor gave her permission to run again. She started with easy jogging and soon signed up for MapMyRun’s You vs. the Year challenge for extra motivation. Just as she had done throughout her life, she returned to running to reclaim control over fear, anxiety and hardship.

“I wanted to feel strong again and to prove to myself that I could get through hard things,” she says. “I had to get back to running to get my mind back — to go back to the things I knew.”

With each mile logged, her confidence grew and the depression lifted. The grief remained, but somehow, it began to feel like an emotion she could draw strength from.

“I remember going out for that first run in early October and there was a chill in the air. I am pretty sure I cried the whole run, but it was still this feeling of ‘Yes, this is where I find peace,’” says Parry. “Anytime you go through something hard, something you think you’ll never heal from, I’m a big believer that strength comes from pain.”

Ever since my miscarriage I’ve been trying to gain my mental and physical strength back running has always been my solace. I should be 34 weeks pregnant and I have felt like I can’t get back to where I was before. Today I wanted to push myself. I wanted to prove to my body and my brain that I could do it. This is my face after I ran a 6:38 mile. My eyes were blurry. My nose was running. My heart was racing. But I felt strong. Strength after pain. We can do hard things. #miscarriage #runchat

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Parry also discovered a burgeoning network of support in other women who had suffered similar losses. After posting about her miscarriage on social media, she was flooded with stories from women around the world.

“Hearing these stories has really helped lift me up in a difficult time,” she says. “There are a lot of things in life we can’t control, but we can control how we connect and unite together. We can be stronger when we go through these hard things together.”

It’s that fact that motivated her to start the Race with Angels, a race held in mid-October in Holladay, Utah, that involved a virtual component in hopes of attracting a global network of runners to participate.

“It’s a way to honor my little angel, but also honor all those other families who have had to endure this as well,” she says. “We are stronger together.”

As she has regained strength both physically and emotionally, Parry started running more and training harder this past spring. She’s now following a marathon training plan, although she doesn’t yet have an actual event on the calendar. An end goal, like a race, isn’t the point anymore. Her daily run is an exercise in finding peace and connecting with her baby girl who always weighs heavily on her mind.

“The other day I was out for a run and I looked up at the sky and saw these big clouds that looked like angels,” she says. “I can feel her with me when I’m out running because I’m in my own space. It’s my me time, when my sweet, crazy boys aren’t running circles around me. I can feel my baby girl’s presence. I think running will always be that thing that helps me feel closer to her.”

Written by Mackenzie Lobby Havey, a freelance journalist and coach based in Minneapolis. She holds a master’s degree in kinesiology from the University of Minnesota, and is a USA Track and Field certified coach. She has run 14 marathons and is currently training for her first IRONMAN. When she’s not writing, she’s out biking, running and cross-country skiing around the city lakes with her dog.

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How Running Helped Krista Cope with the Loss of a Child

“There was so much chaos at home, and running was always something I could rely on,” she says. “When there was craziness all around me, I could go for a run and it’d make me feel better.”

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Mar 17, 2016 at 7:48am PDT

Love this pic of my boys and I finishing our first race together… Many more in our future! #motherrunner

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on May 16, 2014 at 2:13pm PDT

“I could hardly make it around the track without breathing hard. I just felt so weird,” she recalls. “I thought, no way … I couldn’t be pregnant.”

Against all odds, the test revealed the good news.

Every dreamer deserves support. Discover inspiring tips, tools and stories of dreamers like you to help kick-start your own dream pursuit.

The initial excitement gave way to a scare the following week when she experienced spotting. Fearing the worst, she immediately went to the hospital for an emergency ultrasound.

The next moments are particularly vivid in her mind.

“I felt so broken lying in the bedroom and just thought, ‘how will I ever heal from this loss,’” she remembers.

“I wanted to feel strong again and to prove to myself that I could get through hard things,” she says. “I had to get back to running to get my mind back — to go back to the things I knew.”

With each mile logged, her confidence grew and the depression lifted. The grief remained, but somehow, it began to feel like an emotion she could draw strength from.

A post shared by Krista Parry (@kristaparry) on Jan 14, 2017 at 1:29pm PST

“It’s a way to honor my little angel, but also honor all those other families who have had to endure this as well,” she says. “We are stronger together.”

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