#it's just money laundering but they're not even pretending to try

[signorin-anarchia]

What are your impressions of the berlin spinoff new characters?

Hi Anon!

Thx for asking & mainly for giving me the chance to rant, I have a lot to say about this topic.

Sit back, this is gonna be a long ride.

I'll be honest, first impression was "lol, they're joking"

Second, I was quite annoyed.

Third, I am genuinely angry.

And I'm not even talking about Berlermo here, of course it's a bold move ignoring Martín in the spinoff, because, you know, timeline???

And don't get me started with Sergio, because I'm almost sure it will be a tough challenge to pretend that Andrés is an only child...

And while Pedro Alonso is a great actor and I'm 100% sure he'll fulfill his role at best, they're basically asking us to ignore that he's a man in his 50s playing a character in his 30s. Just because.

Also, they keep telling that "they want the show to have its own identity"; but that makes no sense, neither promotionally nor narratively. A spin-off works as soon as it has a link with the main show, there's plenty of examples around, eg. Better Call Saul. None of us would've watched without the promise that one day it would've crossed Breaking Bad's path. And I really don't get this urgency to move away from the original show: Berlin is a character from LCDP. Ignoring that LCDP ever happened will:

1) Keep away casual viewers

2) Disappoint shippers, fans and the whole fandom.

But, aside from that, let's get back to the real matter here: the new characters look like cartoons.

And I don't mean good cartoons, like those we used to watch as kids. I'm talking about, meaningless, silly, stereotypical, poorly made cartoons.

Now, I may not be Alex Pina, bit that sounds a little bit off from the mood here?! When the hell did Andrés become a comic figure being friend with a bunch of other caricatures?

If they wanted to make something with "feel-good" vibes, they could've pick any other LCDP character (Nairobi laundering money, Denver illegally fighting, Bogotà inseminating random women all around the world), literally anyone...

But no. They've chosen the terminally ill misogynistic dude dying by suicide in a tunnel.

Don't know what you think, but that doesn't sound very "comical" to me.

Berlin is a dramatic character. And although he has his good dose of irony, humor, sarcasm, paradoxes, he doesn't fit in an anime-style cartoonish kids show, because it flattens him as a character.

So, I don't what they're trying to do here, but it would be like taking Alicia's story with German's cancer and turning it into a rom-com, only without German, who's now replaced by a random dude who never had cancer in first place.

Not even telenovela style. Just cartoon.

Last but not least, and I'm pretty sure this is something that most of us noticed, they tried to give Andrés a whole new gang... Which is basically a bad copy of the original one.

There's a Denver, there's a Rio, there's a Tokyo, there's even a weird version of female Martin and, best of all, a "lifetime friend" dressing up like a fake Professor.

How are we supposed not to compare these action figures to the characters we know and love? The worst part is that they all look like Rafael, mere blueprints of characters, never mentioned before and, most likely, human plot devices subservient to a retcon.

And to attract what kind of an audience, exactly? I've never seen an Andrés fan who was not fond of Berlermo. Not. A. Single. One.

But during last days, I've seen a lot of people being very disappointed by how OOC their favourite character is going.

The only chance for the spin-off to be renewed and become something good, maybe even overcoming the original, was giving to Berlin's character some kind of depth.

Exploring his relationship with his brother, his years with Martin, what his family background is, why his homosexuality denial, why did he became a sexual predator, and maybe leaving some space for characters who maybe have still something to say, like Marsella & Bogota.

They've chosen not to. They've preferred to take a good, deep, captivating character and make a parody out of him.

What a waste, really.

I know it's too early to say. I know that they said "we can't announce members from the old gang cause it would be spoiler". I know that probably it's a little better than it seems.

But even if Martin shows up, what kind of show is this gonna be?

Don't know what to think, but the premises aren't that good.

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So here's my 2(000) cents about this.

What about you, anon?

#the spinoff might be happening in the limbo #berlermo #la casa de papel #lcdp #money heist #berlin spinoff #berlin 2023 #pedro alonso #thanks for asking #hit my ask box #anon welcome #anon ask #thanks for coming to my ted talk #thanks for coming to my casual rant #but really the more they give us new details and the more i am 'please stop-' #why can't they just give us the Berlermo spinoff we all deserve #and Sergio #why isn't nobody talking about sergio?!?! #can't believe they're going to disappoint both Berlermo & Serquel fandom lol #Berlermo fandom 🤝🏻 Serquel fandom joint against the spinoff #calling myself out: the character i hate most right now is Damian #lifetime friend my ass #THERE'S ONLY ONE LIFETIME FRIEND #and making a female Martin (Keila) sounds kind of offensive #plus the spinoff happens in the early 2000s #im gonna have fun watching her trying to hack computers with a cathode tube & floppy disks #worst declarations since the GoT finale #if someone at some point pulls out a cellphone I'll go MAD

[fjeldmouse]

#nft #nfts #it's just money laundering but they're not even pretending to try #I guess they didn't really try with the banana either #twitter

[halfusek]

Hey, can you please explain to me what exactly NFTS's are? I've been trying to find information about it but all I can find are articles screaming about how horrible you are if you support them, without actually giving me any information about what they are and what the actual harm is. If you could explain or provide me with links about what they are, I'd greatly appreciate it :D

i'm not gonna explain it in professional terms because i'm not gonna pretend i have any sort of expertise in the crypto language area but also i think keeping it symple is better

NFTs are links to digital assets, those digital assets most often are digital artworks hence why you often see those ugly monkey images because the person doing them sells them as NFTs (so they don't really sell the image but the link to that image); but they can also be photos, videos, audio files, screenshots, etc etc

those links aren't like image links you can get from right clicking on a picture, they are unique and encrypted, and their encryption is a very complex process that uses a lot of resources, hence making NFTs results in high emissions

and that's the problem people mostly point out about them, that they ruin the environment, but i feel this argument can be too weak if you don't go deeper into the subject so let's go a little deeper

because this argument has its counterpart that using social medias such as twitter, tumblr, or even real world money also has its emissions

but the thing is *anything* digital uses energy and leaves its carbon footprint because everything uses energy

so we kind of need to consider what things do we want to use and perhaps what we even need to use

think about what social medias are used for, a lot of them are used for connecting people you wouldn't otherwise be able to easily contact, they can be used for spreading social awareness, for organising events, not to mention communication in companies but also other sources of income like artists advertising their commissions and other users being there being potential customers, like it's only a few examples of how it's worth it to have those running that have their own share in emissions

real world money, hate it or love it, we literally could not just pull the plug for it any day without any preparation for it because so much depends on it

now let's take NFTs and what their general use is and honestly crypto in general

until recently it was used as an easy way to get very rich (most times by already rich people) because you didn't have to pay taxes for it, but now everything will need to be reported to the IRS or you will face the consequences and you'd think well that's normal well it was not normal to the cryptobros to which this is a huge L

which is also linked to using crypto for money laundering and shady businesses. not good stuff

another thing is how the process of getting rich with these works... it's not stable in the slightest, and after you buy one you need to find someone to sell it to, but if the price goes down before you do, then you lose money (often a lot of it); which is hard to call anything else than scamming

i've heard that NFTs can be used to support artists which uh. you can just. commission them? or subscribe to their patreon or use any other service like kofi, like this kinda stuff has already been there so i'd kindly wanna ask people who use this argument to fuck off because most artists don't want anything to do with that shit (and if they do they're greedy cock suckers sorry not sorry)

that's not really for NFTs, more for shit like bitcoin but crypto mines are bumping up the prices of graphics cards which Sucks because that's one of the most vitals parts of any computer

and more on crypto in general again, it's like money 2.0, but more useless, less stable, empowering shady rich people, and yeah sure some random "normal" folks get rich thanks to them but you are literally better off investing in some company

then at least you are contributing to something, idk find a nice startup company that you wanna see grow, with those you have more guarantee to get your money back and you don't contribute to a useless nasty fucking scheme that consumes way more energy than it's worth

#ill repeat i am NOT an expert on economy or crypto but this is what ive gathered from my own research #if you know better for some things but like Actually Know and dont wanna lick a crypto boot then feel free to correct me #but if youre a crypto bro then just fuck off i dont wanna have anything to do with you #that meme of bitches be like I Hate Capitalism and then squidward hugging nfts like me and the besties #also all of those s are general expressions not directed at You The Asker fdngfjkfg just wanted to make it clear :> #halfask #nfts #i also can rec commander stephanie sterling vid on them but its not that informative imho but its still a good vid #halfpost

[angelbrock]

con artist love - c.b oneshot

summary: two con artists hate each other but they're set on a mission together to rob a money laundering-staged bank. however, some things go out of hand. - A/N: This is my first ever imagine, i really hope you guys like this! <3 

warnings: SWEARING! SOME SWEET LOVIN 

 AU - SOME PARTS OF THE STORY IS BASED ON A TIKTOK ABOUT GOING FROM ENEMIES TO LOVERS - THE FALLING OFF A ROOFTOP THING - AND SOME OF IT IS BASED ON THE NETFLIX SERIES ‘THE GREAT PRETENDER’. 

masterlist

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your point of view

i woke up to my alarm being blared at my face, to which i groaned at. i slammed my hand over the snooze button, burying my face back into my pillow as i slowly dozed off; until i felt something poke me from behind. i swatted it off, covering myself with my blanket. then, i felt something poke me once again.

"mmmh." i swatted at it for the second time.

"wake the fuck up!" i jumped up, spuinting my eyes as i adjusted myself to the light. i rubbed my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows intensely, "finally. you're such a heavy sleeper."

"what the fuck are you doing in my apartment, and why are you waking me up at," i looked over at my alarm, "seven in the morning." i rasped out.

colby, the asshole who woke me up, smirked in response, "sheesh, quit being a bitch," he rolled his eyes, chucking a piece of paper at me, "our boss assigned us to a mission, and unfortunately, it's with you." he stuffed his hands into his pockets. i groaned, throwing my head back in annoyance. "nice hairdo, by the way."

i shot a glare towards him, flipping him off before tying my hair up in a bun. "what's the mission." i asked blandly, taking the blanket off of me and getting out of bed.

"i just gave you the mission, cant you read?" i rubbed my temples.

"okay first of all smartass," i walked towards him, pointing my finger directly at his face, to which he brought his face back to avoid, “it’s 7am and i only fell asleep at four in the morning, so you either tell me what our fucking mission is, or you tell boss to find another partner for you. and i’m sure that you don’t want to get on his nerves either, do you bud?” his eyes were widened at the end of my sentence. i let out a gasp, feeling breathless when i finished talking. 

“jesus christ, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” he spoke to himself more than anything, grabbing my finger and pushing it away from his face. “we have to rob a bank. but nobody gets hurt, the whole bank is just a setup for money laundering.” 

“is that it?” colby nodded, “that’s easy. when do we start?” 

“we have to be there by four.” my mouth went agape for a moment,

“then why the hell did you wake me up so early?!” i pushed his chest slightly, a yawn escaping my mouth. he smirked a little, 

“because you’re cute when you’re mad.” he nudged his shoulder against mine, “i’ll see you at two. and be ready with the equipment, i’m not lending you mine if you forget any.” i rolled my eyes at his statement. he walked out the door, flashing me a snarky smile before leaving. 

i pressed my tongue against my cheek, replaying his comment, you’re cute when you’re mad. hm, is that so? i sighed, well i cant go to bed now, since that blue eyed bastard woke me up. might as well start preparinng myself now. i picked up the paper that he that thrown at me earlier, actually bothering to read it. i pouted slightly then nodded, sounds good. 

TIME SKIP - 3:45PM 

i jumped when i heard a harsh knock on my door, but before i could even go and answer it, colby barged inside without warning. “yo grumpy, let’s go.” 

“do you always have to barge in like that, or?” i sarcastically questioned, grabbing my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder. he shrugged, 

“yeah, it’s just you. i don’t need to be polite to you, do i, hm?” he spoke back, smiling just as sarcastically. 

“i wish i hadn’t known you since sixth grade.” i scrunched my nose out of mockery. “let’s go.” he huffed out a laugh, walking ahead of me. i shut and locked the door behind me before i caught up to him. “okay, what’s the plan?” 

“we need to find the roof to this place, apparently there’s some spare room where the security cameras are located, you need to disable them and i’ll get the guards.” i nodded, the elevator ride being awkwardly silent after talking. 

“right, why exactly did boss choose me and you to be partners again?” i rose an eyebrow, fixing my beanie. 

“i don’t know, he said something about us two being compatible for this job,” i gave him a look, “yeah, that’s what my reaction was too. but apparently as much as me and you hate each other, we work really well together. skill-wise.” i just hummed back in response as we walked to my work car; a black jaguar sports car. “i’m driving.”

“uh, what?” i fake laughed out, “i hope you realise that this is my car.” 

“and i hope you realise that i’m the main getaway driver.” he snarkily replied back. i rolled my eyes, tossing the keys at him. he swiftly caught them, smiling sarcastically once again. i got into the passenger seat, putting my backpack near my feet, “aaalright,” he started, buckling his seatbelt, “you got your gear, or did you forget again.”

“fuck off.” i grumbled, looking out the window. god i hate this guy. or do you? the small in my head scolded me. i shook my head at the accusation. 

once we got to the destination, i furrowed my eyebrows at how fancy this ‘bank’ looked. “damn,” i shut the door of my car, getting my bag. “for a money laundering scheme, this place is fucking huge.” colby hummed in response, slinging his gear bag over his shoulder too. “okay, i see a back exit. there must be an emergency exit right above it, maybe we could climb up the ladder to it.” 

“you’re smarter than you look.” he pushed past me, i squinted my eyes at him in annoyance. 

“fucking dick.” i whispered to myself. walking behind him, keeping a close eye behind me. god, i wish i had a different partner. compatible, pshh. boss is fucking stupid to even think that. 

we eventually found an emergency exit, climbing up the ladder and into the building. we hid behind a wall that led to the security room, colby looks over his shoulder, “okay, we have to distract those guards, then we can get in there.” i didn’t respond, waiting for the sign for us to go. 

“hey! what’re you guys doing here!” my eyes widened, 

“oh shit.” i whispered, “we’re um-” before i could even finish my sentence, colby had already shot the four guards that had approached us with tranquilizers, which also caught the other two security guards’ attention, to which he did the same thing to them. “colby, what the fuck are you doing?!” i whisper yelled at him, opening the door quickly and walking in.

“saving us! what else?” i rolled my eyes,

“are you saving us, or are you trying to get us caught?!” i took my jacket off, sitting down at the computers. “because whatever you’re trying to do, is 100% going to get us killed!” i whisper yelled again. 

“shut the fuck up, as if you could think of anything better. ‘uh-i-we’. pfft.” he mocked me, chuckling to himself. “damn relax, it’s just tranquilizers, it’s not going to kill them. they’ll be awake in like two hours.” i clenched my jaw, staying quiet and focusing on hacking the security systems to disable them. 

“there’s so many cameras here, holy shit.” i typed in some codes, switching computers a few times. i had my eyes all over the screen, but colby’s eyes were on me. i could feel it. “stop staring at me dipshit, i can see you through the screen.”

“don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. it’s not everyday that you have guys staring at you.” i turned my hand back to flip him off, causing him to chuckle. after a few seconds, all of the cameras had finally been disabled. i got up from the seat, 

“let’s go, let’s go!” i quickly hurried out of the security room, colby following me close behind. “i’m going left, you go right. there shouldn’t be any workers now. if anything happens-”

“-i’ll buzz you in, gotcha. now go.” we split up, i took my gloves out of my bag, putting them on and using a screwdriver to get the locks off. i stuffed one of my trash bags with all the money that was in the safe. 

i repeated this to about five other safes, i now had two big bags filled with $1000 bills. i was going to do my final round, just when colby had buzzed me in. “y/n! the dude that owns this money laundering place is outside the building, head up to the roof! and then i’ll tell you what to do! over n’ out.” 

“oh fuck,” i buzzed him in, “yes, copy that. over n’ out.” less than a second later, i hear some other guards screaming out at me, 

“whoever’s there! surrender now!” i slung the bags of money over my shoulders, sprinting past them, “GET HER!” i ran as fast as i could. i bolted up the stairs, taking one of my tranquilizer and shooting it at them. 

“y/n, we have backup here waiting, just make sure the money bags are tied and throw them over the roof. we’ll catch them.” colby buzzed in with me, “be careful, please don’t get hurt.” my eyebrows furrowed at the last sentence, feeling a slight flutter in my stomach. 

“o-okay. th-thanks.” i buzzed back with him. please be careful... never thought he’d be the person to care about someone like me.. 

i reached to the roof, doing as colby said; throwing the money bags over, “you got nowhere to go now, pretty girl.” i breathed heavily, 

“colby, help.” i whispered into the earpiece.

the group of guards began walking towards me, causing me to walk backwards towards the edge. i slipped a little, gasping then catching myself. “y/n, i’m gonna need you to trust me with this one, okay? please.” i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. 

“what?-”

“just trust me,” he said into the earpiece, “i need you to jump.” my eyes widened.

“what?!” i whisper yelled, 

“what the fuck have you done to our money, bitch.” 

“just trust me y/n! jump!” i mentally cursed to myself, here goes nothing. i’m gonna die. 

 “you’re stuck with us now, get her!” before they could get close to me, i pointed my fingers into a gun position, 

“bye bitches.” then saluted to them, stepping off the edge. they all shouted for me, i was falling down two stories. yep, i’m dead. the air grew more tense and heavy around me.

i closed my eyes just as i thought i was going to land on the concrete grounds, i felt as if i was being embraced by someone. then, i heard the grunt of someone familiar, “are you alright?! y/n?!” colby’s worried voice called out for me. i slowly opened my eyes, seeing his face inches away from mine.

“colby?” i whispered lowly, feeling my eyelids getting heavier, i felt insanely dizzy. i hummed a little. he had caught me in his arms, holding me tightly. 

“oh shi-” was all i heard before passing out. 

TWO HOURS LATER

i heard faint voices as i slowly woke up. i was now laying on my bed. “congratulations to both of you, you both did amazing on this mission.” “thanks boss.” colby’s deep and tired voice responded back, i felt shivers down my spine when he spoke. “alright, i’ll leave you to it. tell her i hope she feels better.” i was now laying on my bed. 

the door opened and shut. i heard colby sigh, then i felt his hand cup my cheek; his fingers gently brushing a few strands of my hair away from my forehead, those same butterflies fluttered in my stomach. i shut my eyes tightly before slowly opening them, he retracted his hand away from my face. i gulped a little, opening my eyes completely. “bgh.” my hand went to the side of my temple, “ugh.” i groaned, my head was pounding. 

“grumpy’s awake,” i turned my head to the side, making eye contact with him. “how you feeling?” he quietly asked.

“like ten pounds of bricks took a shit on my head.” he laughed a little, watching me get up slowly. i groaned, my hand slipping, 

“woah, be careful.” he held my waist, getting up a little and helping me sit up. “you’re still a little drowsy.” i looked into his eyes as he helped me, trying to ignore the tint in my cheeks, his face was turning a little red too, he cleared his throat and sat back down. 

“what happened anyways?” i asked, pressing on the side of my neck, feeling it ache.

“one of those douchebags shot you with a tranquilizer dart.” i huffed, “but, we succeeded on our mission.” he smiled a little, “i guess we do make good partners.” i shrugged a little, 

“yeah, i guess we do.” i smiled a little. “thank you for saving me, by the way..”

“of course, i wasn’t going to let you die.” he looked away, “i can’t let that happen.” he mumbled under his breath. i bit the inside of my lip, trying to fight a smile. “thank you for trusting me.”

i breathed out a small laugh, “no problem.” it then fell silent for a long time before he spoke up.

“hey, grumpy,” i giggled to myself at the nickname, humming in response, “um..” i rose my eyebrows, indicating him to continue, “i- i just wanted to say that i’m sorry for treating you like shit all the time.. i just-” he sighed, gulping. “i-”

“just say it colby,” i softly spoke to him. 

he bit his lip out of nervousness, “i’ve liked you for.. years now..” holy shit, “and-and i know i don’t have a chance with you, but, after seeing you in danger today, i couldn’t see the sight of you ever getting hurt. and i completely understand if you don’t feel the same about me, but i-” i cut him off, getting up and cupping his cheeks before caressing my lips over his. he was taken aback from the kiss, but slowly melted into it. 

he brought his hands over my hips, pulling me on top of his lap. i ran my fingers through his hair as our lips moved softly. fitting together perfectly. i pulled away for a moment, “i can’t believe i’m saying this,” he pecked my lips gently, “but i like you too colby.” he smiled, i copied his expression before kissing him once again. 

“thank fucking god.” he mumbled against my lips. i giggled. continuing to kiss him. he got up from the chair, my thighs wrapped around his waist as he led us back to my bed, laying me down and getting on top of me. “who knew con arists like us could ever fall for each other.” our noses brushed against each other, looking deeply into one another’s eyes.

“who knew.” we smiled before kissing once again. 

that, is cliche isn’t it. oh well.

#colby brock imagine #colby brock #colby brock stories #colby x reader #imagines #youtuber x imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock oneshot #traphouse x reader

[karasunoloomer]

only shallow (haikyuu!! band au)

chapter 1: first impressions wc: 1.5k synopsis: yachi hitoka joins a band. envy and tinnitus ensues. masterlist an: literally just a passion project of mine i'm working on to pass the time. a lot of call outs to my favourite bands will come sooner or later. self indulgent? entirely so. do i care? yes but pretend i don't

read under the cut!

This was it. She could hear the band from the outside of the house; a consistent, yet disorganised stream of music thumping against her ears, growing louder as she steps closer to the front door.

"Yachi, you can do this!" The blonde girl tells herself. The cocoons of nervousness in her stomach kept at bay for the past week, had finally emerged as butterflies. She'd never met these people in real life, spare talking to the drummer on the phone, and a million possibilities swan through her mind.

Would they like her? Will she be good enough for them? Was this a ruse for a money laundering scheme, or worse a sight for a potential kidnapping? She had work in just under half an hour, and being kidnapped was not factored in to her schedule.

Trying to shake the intrusive thoughts off her mind she knocks on the door. The music continued. Okay. They just didn't hear her. She takes a deep breath, and knocks again, louder this time.

"Oh shit I think that's her!" a voice behind the wall exclaims and the music stops. Thirty seconds later and the door opens with a boy just taller than her popping his head through. "Yachi?"

She nods as he unlocks the screen door in front of her, "Come on through, we usuallly practice in Tsuki's garage. It's just down the hallway!"

His eagerness and enthusiasm prompts Yachi to recognise him as the one who had taken her call. To be honest, she still didn't know what had come over her when she decided to answer the ad. It was just so happened that one night, while she was on the closing shift, she spotted it. It was hand written, stuck on the community notice board snuggled in a spot beneath the lost pets and above the second hand cars.

Looking for a bandmate to jam with :) Musical experience is preferred. We're looking to make it big, so commitment is key. If you're interested call the number below:

Yachi did have musical experience, although it was more polished than the DIY vibes she got from the advertisement. Learning piano, at the request of her mother, for twelve years did come in handy on rare occasions. She hadn't played in front of an audience since her first year in high school, so she didn't have the performance skills for a live band. But on the other hand, she thought, the years of lessons and sore fingers had to account for something, even if it was just playing chords on a keyboard. This wasn't like the proper, school recitals. This was a band. Where she'd have creative freedom and make friends and jam out.

Her life was at a stalemate at this point in time, the hope of university was still there, although Yachi had to first endure the drudgery of work. Joining a band would bring some flavour to her routine, and encourage her to get out and talk to people; people who weren't her co workers or entitled customers. With this in mind, Yachi pulled one of the numbers off and placed it in the pocket of her apron.

Which led her here. In someone's garage, staring at a bunch of boys she'd never met in her life. The butterflies were going crazy by now, and she was trying her very best to stop the word vomit from coming up.

"Everyone, this is Yachi, she answered the ad," the ginger announces, the enthusiasm in his voice ever present. "I'll introduce you to the guys first! The one who looks really scary is Kageyama, he plays guitar and is a super genius."

Yachi spots a black haired boy with a stern look on his face and her knees nearly give way.

"...The tall guy is Tsukishima and he plays bass. Don't worry if he's mean, he's like that with everybody."

Tsukki nods at Yachi.

The ginger boy then points to the person checking cables, "That's Tadashi, he's our vocalist and sometimes plays tambourine."

Tadashi pauses his work to wave at Yachi. She meekly waves back.

"And the best for last," he gestures to himself. "I'm Hinata and I'm the drummer!"

Yachi gulps. They looked so sophisticated, and so scary, something she couldn't pull off in a million years. "Hi everyone," she murmurs softly, failing to meet anyone's eyes.

"What instrument do you play?" Kageyama asks, failing to recognise her nervous demeanour.

"Oh um, I used to play piano, and I know that piano players aren't really needed in bands a lot but I figured I could play keyboards or help out with musical composition." The word vomit had started, she knew it wouldn't help her case but she continued anyway, "You guys don't have to let me be in your band if you think I'm too bad at it or anything..."

Kageyama cuts her off, "You play piano?"

Yachi nods.

He looks at Hinata, a pissed off expression on his face. "Hinata, we needed another guitarist."

Guitarist???

"S-s-sorry Kageyama I forgot to put that on the ad."

"Shoegaze bands don't need pianists. The guitars are the most important part. Does she even know what shoegaze is?"

She didn't. Yachi's heart sinks, the nervousness replaced with the sting of disappointment. As Kageyama and Hinata bicker, the two trying to pin the blame on eachother. Yachi decides to make her way out of the house before the tears well up. Figuring there was no point sticking around if she wasn't wanted.

A voice perks up. "You know, Yachi was the only person who answered the ad. If we dismiss her abilities entirely we could be missing out on a chance to strengthen our instrumentation."

The two are silenced. Yachi stops, turning her head back in surprise, to see Tsukki with arms folded.

He continues, "Going the purist route like Kageyama here will only make us run of the mill copycats. If we don't somehow innovate the sound we'll be forgettable. I think someone classically trained could be an asset and could push our music in a different different."

"See Kageyama?" Hinata exclaims. "She'll be great! What do you think Tadashi?"

The brown haired boy- was that a tint of green?- shrugs. "I can fill in as a second guitarist if Kageyama really wants it. I don't see why Yachi shouldn't be in the band."

He turns to Kageyama, who has been quiet since Tsukki initially spoke up. He stares at Yachi directly, his unreadable gaze making her tremble. He breaks it and addresses Tsukki, "You're right." More silence. "We'll trial her, and if she fits she can join us permanently. We can't guarantee she'll mesh well with our sound just yet."

A sigh of relief escapes her. She was in! Well, not in just yet, but they were willing to give her a shot! "Thank you so very much you guys for letting me join. I'll try my best, I promise. Thank you thank you thank you!"

Hinata pats on her the back. "That's totally alright Yachi! It'll be awesome with you around, I'm sure you'll do great. Right guys?"

Tadashi gives a thumbs up, Kageyama's face remains unchanged and Tsuki shrugs.

"Once again thanks," Yachi smiles, her shoulders loosening up and breathing a small smile of relief. She turns to walk out the door, calling behind her, "Please text me when you guys are practicing next!"

"Are you leaving already?" Hinata pouts. "We can't hear you play."

"Oh I'm super sorry!" Yachi says, flustered once more. "I just have work. Next time I promise I'll bring my keyboard and jam out with you guys. I swear!....Ahhh!"

Kageyama's hand is on her shoulder. He hands her a torn piece of paper, covered with his handwritten scrawl. "I made a list of shoegaze albums. Listen to these. They're important."

"Uhh.. thank you." She pockets the piece of paper and then turns around to wave at her newly found band mates, "See you guys!"

Finally out of the garage, and making her way towards the store, she reads the list Kageyama has given her. Yachi could almost admire his passion for the genre; quite a few albums were listed with hasty notes detailing the important aspects she should look out for, but the stench of elitism he exuded kept her from fully acknowledging his prowess.

She had no idea how she'd find the time to listen to the extensive list of music he'd given her before their next rehearsal. She spent the majority of her time working and her manager barely let her play her own music in the store, instead subjecting her to repeated listens of Green Day. Regardless, Yachi thinks to herself, she needs to listen to this. It was essential to keeping her on Kageyama's good side, improving her chances to be included in the band as a worthy musician.

Her eyes glance at the album listed first. It is circled, and the title written over at least five times to give the impression it's bolded. Beside it: "MOST IMPORTANT- IF YOUR (Yachi cringes slightly) GOING TO LISTEN TO ONLY ONE, PICK THIS ONE!!!!"

"Loveless," she whispers the title to herself, grabbing her phone to look up the album. "Let's go."

#haikyuu!! #gen fanfic #yachi hitoka #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #hinata shouyou #yamaguchi tadashi

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2017-3(MAR)-15-a--Wednesday-2017--They're pretending normality. - and a lake of vomit.

2017-3(MAR)-15-a--Wednesday-2017--They're pretending normality. - and a lake of vomit.

Overnight was strangely quiet, as opposed to all the criminal crap that has been usually going on for so long around this area.

It was also quite cool/coldish.

I let Sam & Max outside for their ablutions around 8:30am and of course I went with them to keep an eye on them, before returning them inside becuase I had to clean up huge messes of broken branches all over on the ground everywhere from the black cockatoos yesterday who had been festooned up there all day. They have literally pruned off 1/3rd or so of an entire tree of it's branches or so just from yesterday. Branches everywhere on the ground. 'Fortunately' it wasn't raining today so I could do the cleanng up with a rake.

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Then, when I returned inside the hovel, I found a lake of dog vomit inside.

I don't know which dog threw up. It could have been one or both dogs, Sam or Max, since there were two large puddles of watery vomit next to each other on the floor which was spreading out and had to be cleaned up immediately even though I had just woken and got up.

Both Sam & Max looked and acted quite sickly, but I fed them and I'm going to have to keep a close eye on them now because we are all closer to death.

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Outside, kids were going to school, and also to the local primary school very nearby.

From the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD walked barefoot a kid of school-age in a yellow shirt who walked away and then thru the criminals pedestrian walkway. He was away for a few minutes then returned back to the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Shortly afterwards, there was an exodus of a few aboriginal kids from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. 2 adults (a man and woman) were with them. The adults duo were the same who were yesterday walking on the streets arguing loudly out there as they did so before going into the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

But today, the group of those 2 adults, shepherded the reluctant aboriginal kids looking VERY uncharacteristically 'reponsible' and dressed 'responsible', and they walked them to the bus stop? - Or are they all simply just going to hide out at another of the many many associated houses?

They did NOT walk them to the school which is across the road. NO, that would be too normal for these criminals.

But there was still barefoot 'yellow-shirt' who stayed behind and had no intention of going with them.

Even the criminal aboriginal kid, the one who hides up in trees from Police, he too went with the adults. He was wearing his usual patchwork shirt.

After then, here's been a cavalcade of 'Watcher' vehicles about. Whether they are Police or departmentals I have no idea. They have been coming along, parking for a short while, with nobody getting out or into them, then taking off again whilst some of them have remained parked up. - Now, most have gone but one remains. - All just another mystery that will have no explanation at all.

What was strange (by their absence) was that there were no shitheads on illegal motorbikes tearing about (in THESE STREETS) yesterday and last night, depite being rampant for 3 months almost everyday straight at any times of the day or night, late am/pm or early am/pm.

Maybe the Watchers are looking about seeing if they can randomly see any of these shitheads on illegal unlicesed motorbikes? Such as the ones a few days ago tearing about the local school oval whilst a game of cricket was being played and they were witnessed by all the public. How embarrassing to authorities.

Nothing good is ever certain in this hellhole.

And you can be sure that none of them yesterday saw the ones from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD ferreting thru the letterbox of the vacant drug dealer house.

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And now the black cockatoos are very noisily back in the tree going crazy, even more cut-off-braches falling down.....

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Around 11:00am....a postman on a motorbike goes around the streets.....but is it really?

He went down the road, then crazily turned around again and delivered something into a letterbox (as if he had almost forgotten). He delivered mail to only a few (2 or 3) house in that entire street.

Then a SECOND additional postman on a motorbike comes by 20 seconds after the first one but this second one just flies by and goes to the corner shops area. The same place the first one has gone to on his rounds. A postie party going on at the liquor store?

And you wonder why I can never ever tell when any mail is actually being delivered here?

And even mails delivered can still be stolen from letterboxes thanks to the criminals and criminal aboriginals who ferret thru peoples letterboxes at will at any time or night.

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A white car, ducks into and parks at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD place, (or the household next to it which is also aboriginal andor allied with the criminal one next to it). The car stays only a minute or two or so, then drives away.

Just another day of truly countless comings and goings in the streets that are inexplicable.

And these are the sorts of everyday things that torment poor Sam & Max and I in these streets.

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Oh look.....at 11:43, an aboriginal kid literally sprints out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD and speedily runs to the shops area. He NEVER went to school, NEVER goes to school. -- And 2 minutes later he just walks back again, empty-handed into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

Laundering money?

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At 12:27 after the noon, along comes an aboriginal kid from the shops direction. We walks slow. We walks slow because he's trying to eat as much of the fried chips he's carrying. And he walks into the aborginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

At 12:48.....two aboriginal adults (male & female) very slowly walk and go into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, but they literally only stay there a minute. The male has a light beard, the female carries and swings around in her hands a near-empty large plastic soft drink container. They both look and act like drug addicts. - They start walking along the street then suddenly cross the street and walk into the fenced corner house. (the rented place who's fence has been destroyed by aboriginals). - Once again, they only stay a minute then come out again and loiter around in the intersection. The male starts to talk on a mobile phone whilst leaning on a fence. (to contact other drug dealers?) -- As they're doing so, two of the criminal aboriginal kids from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSHOLD (who NEVER go to school), they walked out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSHOLD, yelled something out at the two and they all slowly walked to the shops direction, but not altogether.

You think all this is normal? - Do you have this crap going on everyday around next to where YOU live?

At 13:07, an aboriginal school-aged kid comes walking out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD industriously picking his nose all the while as he walks along. And he makes his way to the shops area.

NONE of this is made up. All of this is fact. And it's happening as I'm typing this.

The aboriginal nose-picking kid walks back from the shops area with a plastic bag carrying items of ?

Next, just afterwards a small dark sedan with two youths in it, very slowly drives past the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. It stops at the end of the road. Despite no traffic, it just stops there at the intersection. Then it slowly drives off into the direction it had come from and goes further into the suburb. The driver was smoking and hanging his arm & hand down out of the car with his smoke. Not pleasant.

These constant comings and goings on about here......

You think all this is normal? - Do you have this crap going on everyday around next to where YOU live?

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Sam has become growley and vicious. It is not just because of one thing, but all the crap from today is adding to it all. Sam and Max have become unconsolable. I know for a fact that Sam has nightmares in his sleep all the time. I think Max does too.

Already today Sam and Max have been fed. They have been taken outside for ablutions. Those ablutions have all been cleaned up. - I have had a small bite to eat. They had some of that. (Max became suddenly vicious afterwards but only for a short while). Then more ablutions by them. And all that was cleaned up, covered over, and made sanitary by me.

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Oh, at 13:33.....that same aboriginal kid once again has walked back from the shops area. (He must have walked up to the shops ONCE AGAIN whilst I was busy doing something, like attending my own ablutions or the dogs.)

Wandering criminal kids of criminals going up to and back from the shops......they gotta launder drug money somehow......

Constant comings and goings, goings and comings, comings and goings.....and they never go to school.

All the parked cars beyond the end of the street have vanished in the past hour before all this started happening. So of course any reports will falsley say, 'everthing okay, calm and normal'........

Because that's what they do.

And whenever they're parked-up and observing, they themselves are being observed. So of course all their overpaid surveillances are always going to say 'not much to none activity at all'.

It's not even Thursday night yet, the traditional late night shopping night of crime.....that has now been surpassed long ago and spread out and disguised.....

False calm.

False calm.

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I'm in a LOT of pain.

It was the reason I had to get out of bed this morning, I had awoken in pain and I was just laying there awake in pain.

Therafter Sam & Max heard me awake and demanded to be let outside for their daily ablutions.

Sorry, I just had to stop writing there becaause I sneezed three times quickly in rapid suceession. I've lost count how many times I've sneezed today. I'm not feeling well. Nobody cares if I was dead.

Nothing outside but criminals walking up and down the streets. If you see by todays chronicling, this is what it has become around here. And of course apparently it's all my fault. Everything is my fault. But I am NOT to blame for any of that! Especially the things I am never to blame for. I'm a hundred, a thousand times cursed to die.

I dread waking up every day and finding myself still in ever-worsening hell.

At least there's no riots in the streets as there has been in the past. But daring just to say that will now ensure something will happen.....

I heard shitheads about earlier this morning.....tearing about in cars and on motorbikes. Just because I don't write about them doesn't mean they're not happening. I try to only write about the events and things I am certain of, or I have witnessed myself.

Last night, whilst taking Sam & Max outside for their many ablution events because they are unwell, I kept hearing cars and stuff tearing about, doing 'burnouts' on nearby roads and such. I heard that late at night in darkness, as well as early morning in darkness. (doing it in daylight means the shitheads might be reported by the innocent public you see.....) -- All that crap was happening nearby but not in the immediate area.

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The damnned jet aircraft in the sky coming and going from the airport and low flying has been terrible.

For a period earlier today though it was more quiet than usual and I almost forgot about the damned things but then they've started to S-L-O-W-L-Y fly past low again and come in to land.....

I'm sure the passengers can easily look down out of their cosy plane windows at me or Sam & Max suffering when we're outside......

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P@15:30--I love you Fliss and want to be with you. So does poor dear Sam & Max. And we are suffering so much.