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Shino sensei making references

#my ocs #naruto #naruto oc #naruto original character #shino #aburame #shino aburame #choinno #akimichi #choinno akimichi #sumiko #lee #sumiko lee #hitoku #inuzuka #hitoku inuzuka

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did anybody see the newest episode of danganronpa 52 lollllllll

#there is something deeply wrong with team dr im afraid #A DEATH SO SOON JESUSSSSSS where was the ult cardiologist at......... #dr52 liveblog #dr52 spoilers #lee chat

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Gonna try getting into the new season lol, I stopped watching at season 37. No spoilers please

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Okay wow a lot has changed! Everything is so high tech now??? I kinda miss when they just kept it more simple and had them all locked in a school ngl but maybe thats just me liking season 1 lol. Im really liking Jiro so far Im hoping he at least makes it to chapter 3 because I really wanna know more about that guy

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You've gotta be kidding.

#CHAPTER ONE? HE DIED CHAPTER ONE? #THIS IS WHY I HATE ALL OF THE NEW SEASONS SO FUCKIGN BAD #THEY ONLY CARE ABOUT SHOCK VALUE AND THEY DONT CARE ABOUT STORY #THAT DEATH MAKES NO SENSE THERE ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING #Im logging off.

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just a reminder that wishing death on any of the danganronpa writers makes you a terrible person and all of your favorite danganronpa characters hate you if you do that! 🤗 this is danganronpa so a lot of them will die 🤗 that doesnt mean you get to be a dickhead to team dr 🤗 get over it! 🤗

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oh my god can anybody in this fandom just be normal and not use this weird passive aggressive tone for every single post. the writers do not give less of a fuck and neither do the actors theyre all dealing with their own shit

#i hate this fandom istg. and stop calling them characters the flashback light doesnt make them entirely fake #theyre still actual people #with feelings #danganronpa 52

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this is NOT what ultimate hope makoto naegi would have wanted

#dr52 spoilers #lucky student killed first chapter <;/3 #shut up you [txt]

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kazuichi sighted in the new post-season promo video he looks so g.ood .... . id let him do anything to me

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HELLO?

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Puhuhu! New episode of DANGANRONPA 52 out TODAY at 1pm JST! Make sure to bring your popcorn and your bagels, this episode sure gets.... despairful 👀You won't wanna miss it!

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can early season purists please get their heads out of nagito komaedas ass. he does not want to fuck you

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Waiittttt Jiro is so cute actually XD He keeps tripping over his shoelaces in the background of scenes LOL he's so smol ..............

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I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF

#he's DEAD?????????????????????????????????

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keep in mind the danganronpa actors are still real people and they can see all of you thirsting over them ok. please be normal. just because they went through the effects of the flashback light doesnt mean its ok to be a fucking weirdo to hajime whenever he walks outside

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They're celebrities. People are going to find celebrities attractive, especially if these are people they see on screens and billboards every day. If you pick up the nearest magazine you find you're probably going to find Junko Enoshima in it. And maybe you should consider that those "weirdos" who are walking up to Hajime are simply fans that want to greet him. We've watched these people fight through hell, cry, laugh, and find hope along the way. Of course we are going to get attached to them, especially to those of us who have been keeping up with them for a long time now. You're basically asking a bunch of teenagers to close their eyes and pretend their favorite media doesn't exist.

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i literally did not say that

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have you maybe ever considered that maybe some people get hyperfixations??

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oh my fucking god.

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anybody in this thread smoke weed

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OKKKKK WAIT WHY IS RANTARO KINDA 👀👀👀

#the way he got so serious while investigating.............. #wasnt a huge fan of him at the start but he's growing on me lowkey #dr52 #danganronpa 52 #dr52 #orange speaks!

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#FUFUUUCUCKKCKCCKKKCKKCKC I REALLY LIEKD HIM!!!3!@!#(!# #FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK #ORUUGH WHY COULDNT HAVE BEEN MOMO #dr52 lb

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no chapter 1 death is ever gonna beat sayaka imo #girl

#it just really started the series off so well and no other chapter 1 victim has impressed me tbh #ugh but idk shes kinda annoying now with all of her interviewssss like girl its ok to not smile sometimes lmfao #sayaka maizono #dr52 critical #maru.txt

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guy ists ok hes not actually dead hes just sleeping guys

#guys #danganronpa 52 #danganronpa 52 spoilers #<- ??? just in case

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ok queen speak your truth i guess

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THIS MIGHT BE A CLUE THIS MGIHT BE A CLUE TO JIROS KILLER IM LOOKIGNGGGGG SO HARD AT AKEMI RIGHT NOW

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i think she might have just accidentally posted a draft lol

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I dont know............. team dr has done this before where they leave littel clues in places and this seems a little TOO coincidental

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I hit the post button too early.

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KYOKO KIRIGIRI?

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okkkkk im kinda over rantaro already lmao. heres hoping we dont get another season of him

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#today i would like to present to you: what if danganronpa actually was a tv show and we all had tumblr #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #lee chat

[ghelgheli]

The Stuff I Read in October 2023

Stuff I Extra Liked is Bold

Books

Women with Mustaches and Men without Beards, Afsaneh Najmabadi

Network Effect, Martha Wells

Fugitive Telemetry, Martha Wells

Gateway, Frederik Pohl

A Call to Arms: Iran's Marxist Revolutionaries, Ali Rahnema

Manga (mostly yuri)

Aoi Hana / Blue Flowers, Takako Shimura

Kekkon Aite no Jouken ni Perfect datta no wa Shokuba no Kouhai Joshi deshita / Mr. Right Turned Out To Be A Younger Woman, Kozumi Miura

Tokidoki kaette kuru on'na tomodachi no hanashi / My Lady Friend Who Visits Now and Again, Sumiko Arai

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat Vol 3, Sakaomi Yuzaki

Double House, Nanae Haruno

Fujouri na Atashitachi / An Absurd Relationship, Jin Takemiya

The Girls' Arcadia, Yatosaki Haru

Recipe for Arcadia, Yatosaki Haru

Short Fiction (all SF)

17776, Jon Bois [link]

The Merchants of Venus, Frederik Pohl

The Merchants of Venus, A. H. Phelps Jr.

The Erasure Game, Yoon Ha Lee

Compulsory, Martha Wells

Obsolescence, Martha Wells

Home: Habitat, Range, Niche, Territory, Martha Wells

The Shoe Shop Jinn, Sakina Hassan [link]

Earth-747, Saud Ahmed [link]

Communism, History, Politics

The Palestinian Left Will Not Be Hijacked – A Critique of Palestine: A Socialist Introduction - Viewpoint Magazine, Samar Al-Saleh & L.K. [Viewpoint Magazine]

The Algerian War: Cause Célèbre of Anticolonialism, Malika Rahal [JSTOR]

Socialism for the Welsh People, Gareth Miles & Robert Griffiths

Soviet time capsules: messages from the past with lessons to teach us in 2017, Sasha Raspopina [New East Archive]

No Human Being Can Exist, Saree Makdisi [n+1]

The Other Nuremberg Trials, Seventy-Five Years On, Erica X Eisen [Boston Review]

The 1932 Harvest and the Famine of 1933, Mark B. Tauger [JSTOR]

Political Islam in the Service of Imperialism, Samir Amin [link]

Dismantle the ADL [link]

Women and Men, Cloth and Colonization: The Transformation of Production-Distribution Relations among the Baule, Mona Etienne [JSTOR]

Iranica

The Defender: Waiting for the revolution in Tehran, Nargol Aran [Point Magazine]

Divided by a Common Tongue: Exclusionary Politics of Persian-Language Pedagogy, Aria Fani [link]

The Necessity of Armed Struggle and Refutation of the Theory of “Survival”, Amir Parviz Pooyaan [pdf on marxists dot org]

Queer Stuff/Feminism (broadly construed)

Cultural Feminism: Feminist Capitalism and the Anti-Pornography Movement, Alice Echols [JSTOR]

Against the "Prison/Psychiatric State": Anti-violence Feminisms and the Politics of Confinement in the 1970s, Emily Thuma [JSTOR]

"Some Could Suckle over Their Shoulder": Male Travelers, Female Bodies, and the Gendering of Racial Ideology, 1500-1770, Jennifer L. Morgan [JSTOR]

Collective Memory and the Transfeminist 1970s: Toward a Less Plausible History, Finn Enke [DOI]

Racial-Class Paternalism and the Trojan Horse of Anti-transmasculinity, Nsámbu Za Suékama [Medium]

Trans Misogyny in the Colonial Archive: Re-Membering Trans Feminine Life and Death in New Spain, 1604–1821, Jamey Jesperson [DOI]

Other

The Establishment of Scientific Semantics, Rudolf Carnap

On What There Is, Willard V. Quine [JSTOR]

On the Ancestral Plane: Crip Hand Me Downs and the Legacy of Our Movements, Stacey Milbern [link]

Megastructures, Superweapons and Global Architectures in Science Fiction Computer Games, Mark R. Johnson [link]

#reading prog #yeah yeah i'm getting back on the strang linalg in november the last month has kept me busy with teaching #a day late bc it's been busy as hell

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making good headway in reading (or rereading) everything for propaganda collection & rec writing, but @whysapphics suggested posting the list of titles for season 3 in case anyone wants to read things beforehand

still subject to change if i end up quibbling over what to include, but here's the current roster (under the cut)

dark forest, white road <- yoshida chiyu (high school drama including a blind girl)

ayaka is in love with hiroko <- sal jiang (silly office romcom)

the moon on a rainy night <- kuzushiro (high school drama including a deaf girl)

serendipity <- mimiyori (webcomic about an overworked magical girl)

handsome girl and sheltered girl <- majoccoid & mocha au lait (silly miscommunication romcom)

aoi hana <- takako shimura (classic schoolgirl yuri)

composing spring in this room where cherry blossoms bloom <- tokuwotsumu (angst. ough.)

makoto no momoka <- sumiko arai (oneshot)

i decided to fake a marriage with my junior to shut my parents up <- kodama naoko (exactly what it says on the tin)

sakura namiki <- takahashi makoto (OLD old. proto-yuri)

i'm not cut out to be a princess, so i'll elope with the villainess <- yamagata atsuka (isekai oneshot)

netsu wo obiru veil <- sakura togane (oneshot about unrequited love)

muted <- miranda mundt (fantasy webcomic)

the girl that can't get a girlfriend <- mieri hiranishi (autobiographical lesbian dramady)

a lady's table <- hwemi (girl dinner <3)

because you are a red rose <- mokuzuko (oneshot about unrequited love... again. im not having issues i prommy)

that time i was blackmailed by the class's green tea bitch <- xian jun (silly high school romcom)

2dk gpen aftertime <- yayoi ohsama (anthology including an epilogue to 2dk gpen alarm clock)

kanojo ni naritai kimi to boku <- takase umi (kind of a stretch to call it yuri (for spoiler reasons) but about a girls crush on her childhood friend who recently came out as trans)

indigo blue <- yamaji ebine (down to earth josei drama about a writer cheating on her bf with a woman)

destroy it all and love me in hell <- kuwabara tamotsu (so THIS is the toxic yuri ive heard so much about)

mahou josei chimaka <- kaiju (webcomic turned real comic about an ex-magical girl who needs to save the world again; no longer available online which unfortunately means i wont be able to read this one at the moment... hmu if anyone knows of an ebook sale for it ToT EDIT: oh im dumbbb i looked at the submission to double check for content warnings and its on IA)

savior <- junqi & jo9 (vampire yuri)

to die in june <- kuragenanami (alternate history where young girls were recruited to the jp army in ww2)

soulmate <- wenzhi lizi & ke ran bing (woman gets bodyswapped with her 17 year old self)

yuki and the authoress <- nagori yu (historical romance)

blooming sequence <- lee eul (college student romance)

you are my angela <- murasakino (short romance about an angel)

maria-sama ga miteru <- konno oyuki & nagasawa satoru (classic schoolgirl yuri)

a kiss and a white lily for her <- canno (modern schoolgirl yuri)

ohana holoholo <- torino shino (gay josei family drama)

kakegurui <- kawamoto homura & naomura tooru (not strictly yuri but, like teppuu, ive been led to believe its homoerotic enough to break that barrier)

#a lot of the things on my list are random oneshots ive read and ive tried. to limit that ksjdj. #i felt like i had put a bunch of them in but writing them all out like this there's less than i feared. phew. #rbs off since some of these i havent read yet and i cant confidently rec #stfu elly

[missinghan]

to my youth ⤖ lee felix

❖ genre : summer au; high school au; fluff

❖ word count : 11,6k.

❖ warning : explicit language, slow burn

❖ summary : it is official that life hates you because not only was your first few days of summer ruined by a stupid field trip, but things also got somewhat freaky… whatever kind of ‘freaky’ you’re thinking about.

❖ note : i know i said i’m ‘experimenting’ with new stuff but guess who’s back with another mediocre, not-that-well-written mess of a domestic au; please (kindly) yell at me to dabble into a new genre after bearing through this fic- happy reading!

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The echoes of your summer days remain as flowers immune to the winter chill, they say.

You’re not entirely sure who even fathomed their time and effort to come up with that statement but from your point of view, those flowers would most likely have either died out from the summer heat or withered horrendously because of the arbitrary showers of rain. Or you’re the only one who doesn’t have the luxury to see life through a rose-colored lens.

Because the first thing that comes to mind for you is the bucket of ice-cream and a YouTube OG that you’ve ceased to finish since finals started two weeks ago. The bell rings, pens down, everyone pours out of the classroom after handing in their exam papers. No one really bothers to check up on each other’s answers anymore; the last subject for today was AP Psych and you don’t know about them but you honestly can’t care any less thereafter cramming the entirety of five chapters. 

Sprinting down the staircase, you easily spot Felix amongst the midst of drowsy high school students for the bright color of his hair. He truly believes that if he slaps enough hair essence and coconut oil on his head four times a week, his hair won’t feel like straws when he changes it every other three weeks. But it’s only a matter of time before balding catches up to him, he’ll learn eventually.

“Please don’t tell me that you left your keys in class,” you sigh upon the sight of him fumbling with his folders and textbooks while trying to open his locker in vain. Just thinking about walking all the way back to the third floor makes you want to use your backpack as a pillow and take a nice nap in the middle of the hallway.

“Gee, Y/N,” Felix makes a face to not show the sense of relief washing over him when he locks eyes with you. “Who do you take me as? A clumsy person?”

“No, just a dumbass.” You coldly snatch a slipping book from his arms before turning to twist the disc in the combination of your birthday until the lock clicks, shaking the shackle off to swing his locker open. It’s a silent tradition that you both set each other’s birthday as your locker’s combination since elementary school; it started out as a stupid joke at first but neither of you really bothered to change it. 

“Why the hell would you put your keys in the locker?” you widen your eyes in disbelief as he grabs the bright yellow Spongebob plushie to collect his keys with a shit-eating grin

“My alarm didn’t go off today, so I was running a little late,” he defends himself while dumping everything out of his backpack, hugging an empty water bottle to his side. 

You throw a wave at a very tired Hyunjin walking side by side with Seungmin on his right and Jisung skipping happily towards your direction. Seungmin looks exceptionally moody today, you pray he didn’t mess up an easy question to take it out on all of you later in the car. “Bet you were staying up late to play Overwatch with Chan.” 

Felix manages to grin stiffly at your comment, turning on his heels and trudges onto the school’s parking lot. “Fine, walk home.” 

“Hey, you forgot to lock this!” you pull his steps into a halt by making a grab for his hand, utterly oblivious at how his cheeks flare up with a bright shade of red at your touch. Or out of embarrassment. Whatever, same thing. 

Felix might be a better driver than you, but he’d be fired ten seconds into the job of a babysitter.

With that being said, when Jeongin decides it’s a good idea to cheer a passive-aggressive, post-exams Seungmin up with a carton of strawberry milk and then proceeds to get lost in his own school, the very same school he’s been attending for who knows how long, you’re the one who manually pulls his ass back into Mrs. Lee’s Jeep within ten minutes. 

And Seungmin has already fallen asleep by the time Jeongin’s back, so now he’s the passive-aggressive one while sipping on the milk bitterly. Either way, this is why you headcount although there are only six of you after Changbin starts getting busy with his college applications. 

“What took you so long?” Jisung looks up from his phone the moment you climb into the passenger’s seat, clicking in your seatbelt (drive safe, kids). 

You immediately feel the need to snap a photo of Jeongin accidentally breaking the cafeteria’s door with the staff running towards him in a panic. They’re more scared for his life than the door itself and that’s… sweet to say the least but with the way that the embarrassed boy is glaring at you through the rear-view mirror, you decide to keep your lips sealed. 

“It’s getting dark so all hallways start to look the same, you genius.”

Jisung momentarily sticks his tongue out at you. “God, you’re so rude to me. You’d never talk to Felix like that.”

“Because,” you drawl. “Lix is a pure-hearted angel descended from the realms of Heaven. Whereas, even Lucifer would see you as an eyesore in hell.”

“See! You’re doing it again!” Jisung points a finger at you in accusation, jumping up and down in his seat but no one really cares. It’s not like you’re speaking any false facts. “Stop bullying me!”

Seungmin shifts his body a little, nose scrunched up at the noises that wake him right up. “Jisung,” he warns his friend without opening his eyes. “Sit the fuck down, you have five seconds.”

Felix smirks when Jisung immediately cowers, slumping and leaning himself against Hyunjin in utter defeat. He learned not to mess with Seungmin after throwing a wallet at him on impulse. “Jealous much, Han?” 

“Nah, she’s all yours bro,” Jisung waves it off tiredly; bickering and making fun of Felix’s gigantic crush on you is too much for his brain to process today. He can really use a long, solid twelve-hour summer hibernation after getting home. 

The statement prompts Felix to look over at you when there’s a red light—the same exact moment as you stop staring at the bakery from across the road to lock eyes with him. There’s a little spark igniting at the pit of his stomach, stirring up butterflies inside his rib cage. But he snaps out of it after seeing you raise a brow at him, implying a silent ‘what?’ before turning away again. Felix has always been the type to stare so you don’t bother to think about it too much. 

The problem is: he only stares at you that way. 

A shade of coral creeps its way up to his cheeks, his gaze averting back on the roads when the light turns green. As Felix tries to calm the erratic tempo of his heartbeat, he also thinks about how much time he’d have left to confess before high school is over and everyone takes their own different paths. Then again, the future is far too blurry for him to make out anything and the thought of changes petrifies him a bit too much. 

Felix wishes to hold your hand until the very end but he’s a little scared...because what if you never wanted to be with him in the first place?

two.

Your brother has one talent, and that’s his ability to irritate the living daylight out of you even when he’s practically on the other side of the planet.

Minho (un)fortunately finished his finals with flying colors, and inevitably, you’re the first victim to receive a series of texts that consisted of nothing but self-indulgent, excessive bragging. Basically, he’s allowed to do whatever slash go wherever for a good three weeks before his summer internship begins, dragging his dumb ass back to hell—where he rightfully belongs. 

He’s probably chomping on a terribly unhealthy amount of pizza, pretzels, and any type of New York street food that you can name from the top of your head. It’s not like he’s paying for them anyway since Chan doesn’t allow people to touch their wallets if they happen to eat out with him. 

Your phone vibrates obnoxiously on your desk, the judder slightly muffled because it’s lying on top of your wide-open psych textbook. You haven’t bothered with cleaning up yet; finals only ended yesterday and you decide that you won’t touch anything until the disarray starts to scrape against your nerves. 

Side note: you’ve specifically told everyone not to call you three consecutive days after finals because yes, you’re that much of a loner, and yes, your stamina level for tolerating human interaction is awfully low. 

Second side note: no one ever listens. 

“Good morning, this is Lee Minho’s personal bullshit pail,” you mumble after your thumb swipes against the screen to pick up, your limbs curled up on the floor. “How can I possibly help you today?” Your morning voice isn’t necessarily threatening but rather scary; according to what Minho claimed, it sounds identical to that creepy girl from The Grudge so he groans aloud, his voice suddenly going out of focus on the other line from pulling his phone away.

“Jesus Christ are you still in your hermit phase after finals?” he questions callously, sounding not at all pleased with the way you greeted him. “Where’s mom and dad? Usually, they would have slammed your ass by now for staying inside like a vampire.”

“Don’t be insufferable, it’s only like…” you trail off while bending forward to take a good look at the little Sumiko Gurashi alarm on your bookshelf that Felix gave you during middle school. “Nine thirty-something and they’re at the park to exercise, duh- why do you care?”

Your brother almost sings on the phone, “Because you’re my little baby sister-” And this prompts you to pull the device away for the sake of your poor ear. It doesn’t help when you’re already surrounded by a group full of obnoxiously loud individuals on a daily basis. Not trying to call anyone out but Han Jisung is at the top of the list, his name in bold, capital letters being circled and underlined multiple times with a red marker.

“Who do I gotta kill to sleep in on a dreadful Sunday morning as any normal, cranky, antisocial high school student would?” you deadpan and rub the bridge of your nose dreadfully. 

“I don’t know, go murder Jisung or something.” Honestly, that’s tempting… but no.

You can physically see the smug smile on his face right now, simpering in delight at your imminent misery. He knows goddamn well about your relationship with sleeping schedules and that’s the perfect excuse for him to ruin those little specks of time when your brain cells are getting an actual break. 

These are also the times when you wish phones don’t fucking exist. 

“By the way, are you gonna go on the field trip tomorrow?” 

This question wakes you up almost completely because your eyes are now wide as a fish’s out of water, your hand automatically putting him on speaker before digging through the folders inside your backpack. What field trip? No one said anything about a field trip. And who thought it’s a good idea to force some worn-out, post-exams, sleep-deprived students into a field trip right after finals?

Minho hums coyly when the only response he’s getting is the rustling sound from your backpack, “Hmm, see what I meant there, little sis? Oh, the downside of living under a rock at its finest.” He doesn’t have to be here for you to fully picture the way that his lips curl up, dark brows wiggling whenever he’s right about something. Your brother wins most of the time against other people but overtaking you is an entirely different story.

“Oh screw off and go buy yourself a sense of humor.”

“Don’t be so mopey, isn’t Felix gonna be there?”

“What does Felix have to do with this?” you grit after managing to pull out a piece of paper from the very back, buried under countless of your essays. And it reads ‘field trip’ in caps at the top with tomorrow’s date right beneath. The trip lasts for three days, you’re going camping with the grizzly bears for three days—a total nightmare, basically. 

“Pfft, you’re actually dense for someone with a sparkly report card,” he sneers. “That kid has been crushing on you since elementary school. Are the signals that fucked up?”

“You mean when I accidentally spilled orange juice over his head? Sure, bet that’s why he’s so head over heels for me,” you snicker, unfazed by these kinds of statements. Minho only knows Felix because he was the president of your school's dance club and you fully believe that your brother is simply trying to mess with your malfunctioning, cranky mindset. 

“I fucking beg to differ, he always stares at you like you’re the love of his life, even when you stupidly poked yourself with a needle,” Minho announces as if he’s a love expert, tsk, amateur. “He might just confess during the trip, who knows? Campfire flickering. Sharing the same s’mores. Surrounded by nature. That sounds romantically ideal to me for a confession.”

He’s visioning everything like a terrible cliché film where two high schoolers stubbornly deny their feelings for each other until they start noticing how cute the other person is while magically being forced to be alone together. The worst kind of high school movie—which is also almost every high school movie. And you best believe that you’d a hundred percent kick your brother’s ass off that director’s chair because people live and breathe for this kind of overused entertainment. Tragic. 

“Alright, fuck this, I’m out-“

“Wait!” Minho exclaims out of nowhere, almost blowing up your eardrums. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

You swear you’re rolling your eyes so hard, they’re about to fall out of their respective sockets. “Well, obviously,” you put the piece of paper down with a sigh, contemplating ways to minimize the amount of socializing in the upcoming three days. “Haven’t you bothered me enough? No?”

“You can’t leave me like this,” he whines in an annoyingly high-pitched voice that sends chills down your spine. 

“You need me, we’re connected.” 

He sounds like a whack version of Minnie Mouse for a second there, the kind of plushie that looks cute but with disturbingly creepy voice audio; no parents would let their children go near that aisle. 

You yawn as if there’s no tomorrow, stretching your limbs tiredly. “What I need is for you to shut the fuck up and leave me alone so I can go on my merry way to pick up snacks for this stupid field trip,” you utter lifelessly. 

“You hurt my feelings,” Minho pretends to clutch onto his chest and lets out a dramatic gasp, his voice doused in pure sarcasm. “What a heartbreaker, Y/N.” Said the one who always keeps his apathetic front up like a fortress’ wall and tosses every single love letter on Valentine’s Day into the recycling bin, handing the chocolate out to his classmates like he’s giving leftover vegetables to his least favorite relatives.

“Oh, I can tell,” you reply with fake enthusiasm and mock empathy. “You know how I can tell?”

“Do not finish th-”

“Cause we’re connected.” With that you hang up, slamming your phone harshly onto the surface of your textbook. 

three. 

You might love your room a little too much, it’s getting somewhat unhealthy.

It was furnished with a rather meager budget after your family moved out of your hometown when you stepped into elementary school. Things stay the same, well, most of it as time passes by you unknowingly. Your sad bookcase used to exist for one sole purpose—carrying countless books and plushies has now been upgraded with too many polaroids of your dumb group of friends, a neatly framed photo of Class of 2020 and two trophies that don’t even belong to you since Minho ran out of space as he kept participating in random dance competitions. 

The morning beams find their way through your white curtains and stain your walls with patches of yellow, eventually bugging your vision until you successfully convince yourself to either 1) wake up and get ready for school or 2) lazily stride across your room to shut the blinds completely so you can head back to bed. It’s summer… so option one is temporarily non-existent for a solid three months. 

Hey, you’re just simply making up for those all-nighters with a new cup of coffee every two hours.

Speaking of your bed, it’s soft but takes up so much space to the point that Hyunjin keeps complaining about not having enough room for his legs when he’s sprawled across the floor with Jisung, vigorously focusing on a presentation’s outline. Seungmin calls you lame for not throwing away your childhood plushies and letting them hog at least one-third of your bed, but Felix doesn’t mind since he always needs something to hug. All the more reasons why you can only trust Felix.

You might miss having those idiots being loud and invading your personal space...maybe.

Your phone rings for the second time that morning when you’re walking downstairs, shoving your keys into your pocket and grabbing a protein bar on the counter. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now, Minho,” you bark into the device, chewing on your breakfast aggressively, not bothering to look at the caller’s ID.

The closest convenience store is only twenty minutes away from your house but there’s a sticky note on the fridge from your mom, reminding you that she needs eggs to bake cupcakes for her company’s twentieth anniversary while your dad is running low on his Red Bulls. Basically, you’re in distress. It’s not like your dad should be inhaling those sugary drinks on a daily basis and your mom can just buy premade goods from the bakery. But there are more options for snacks at the supermarket…

“Y/N, the fuck?” The response of a voice as deep as the Pacific ocean almost makes you choke on air. “Did I wake you up or something?” Felix sounds flabbergasted on the other line, slightly taken aback. You almost feel bad because he’s the only sweetheart in your chaotic squad (besides Chan, obvi) except when he stays up late gaming with Hyunjin, pleading for your notes the next morning with puppy eyes.

“No, Minho did,” you grumble before tossing the wrapping into a bin.

“You don’t say,” Felix replies flatly, but his voice soon grows merry again after pushing the topic of your brother aside. “Oh, and I’m coming over to return your earphones, wanna grab breakfast?”

He practically lives ten minutes away from you, sees you almost every day even if it’s the weekend since he can’t stay in the same house with his sisters for too long and puts you on FaceTime every night to prevent himself from slacking off on assignments. The only time he didn’t get to see you for a week straight was when he visited Australia and accidentally dropped his phone into the ocean. It was a rough week without you nagging him for doing something stupid. Fundamentally, he’s merely making up more excuses to spend time with you after finals.

Chuckling, “Only if you’re treating me, I’m about to go broke from buying snacks for our field trip tomorrow.” you say breezily. 

And you’re only telling him that because he might just pay for your snacks as well since Felix Lee eats freshly grilled steak and mashed potato for breakfast. Baffling, absolutely. Plus, he works at a boba shop every summer either way and he would never hesitate to spend the entirety of his paycheck on any of his close friends. Irrelevant but the point is: you kinda don’t wanna go out alone today.

Or you’re just in the mood to go with Felix. That’s a useless statement since you both see each other at least ten out of twenty-four hours per day. 

“By the way, you know what I just realized?” Felix smacks his palm on his forehead. “This is our last field trip, like ever.”

Walking over to the rack of shoes down the hallway, you let out a large exhale. “That’s unfortunate on your behalf. I, on the other hand, don’t have a problem with that,” you tell him with zero consideration, your brain cells too busy picking out a pair of shoes to process the five basic steps to empathize with another human being. 

“No,” he emphasizes helplessly. “I meant, it’s like our last high school field trip. We’re graduating next year, no time to sleep with the grizzly bears again.”

You can only manage to utter, “Oh.” Shit, college is right around the corners. 

“Jesus fucking Christ what the hell am I supposed to do after high school? Stay here? Go abroad? Wait, aren’t applications for going abroad supposed to be turned in a year beforehand? Why are you only telling me this now!?” 

Felix laughs wholeheartedly through the phone, amused at your sudden outburst. “Y/N, calm down. You’re going to college, not prison,” he brushes it off casually but in a way, college is technically prison. Slaving over a degree while working part-time jobs, chasing time relentlessly like you’re driving in the middle of a foggy night with one headlight out. And you’re forced to open up with more strangers. It’s terrifying, actually terrifying. And you’re not the type to be easily terrified. 

Now come to think about it, you don’t get why you were so pressed about it five seconds ago. It’s a good opportunity not to leech off your parents as much, like dabbling, taking one baby step at a time into adulthood. After that, you’ll graduate again, probably settle somewhere with an adequate job and find someone, starting to think about having ki-

Hold up, you’re going too far. You’re barely a senior. 

“I guess we’ll just have to make the most out of this summer,” Felix’s voice snaps you back to the surface of Earth faster than a tick of a clock. “We’re outside, by the way. Open up.”

That fast? Furrowing your brows, you hang up to slip into a pair of sneakers before sprinting to the front door. Wait, your hand freezes as it grazes the doorknob. We?

Not again. 

“Why the fuck..” you cracks a lifelessly crooked smile after pushing the door wide open. “..are you here?” It’s only ten in the morning, and you don’t think you should be screaming at the top of your lungs to be jumped on by the whole neighborhood.

Felix takes a step back, a little scared for his life. “Uhh, to return your earphones?”

“No, no,” you run a hand through your hair tiredly. Just when you thought this day was gonna be peaceful. “I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about them. Since when was this an agreement? How dare-“

“Why yes, I missed you too!” Jisung exclaims like the little shit he is, throwing an arm over your neck to ruffle your hair. No one ruffles your hair without getting their ass slammed- except for Minho. “Why the long face? Let me guess, until this exact second, you thought there’s a fucking squirrel, a lama, a dog, and a kitten standing at your front porch? No, it’s us, your Forever BFFs.” He’s one of the reasons why you refuse to understand the humans’ language sometimes.

With a harsh shove from you, Jisung staggers backward only for Hyunjin to prevent him from rolling like a ball in the middle of your neighborhood. “One more word and I’m telling the whole class who your crush is,” you threaten, earning an involuntary snort from Seungmin. 

“I hate to admit this, but she might actually say yes if he makes the first move.”

Hyunjin supplies unconstructively, “That’s why he didn’t ask.”

“You know what, Hwang,” Felix says with a smirk tugging at his lips, bumping his fist against Hyunjin’s without turning his head. 

“Oh screw all of you.” Jisung’s getting all the attention he wanted this early in the morning yet he still feels like a loser. Perhaps he should try shutting up once in a while. 

four.

“Thanks for giving me a ride, uncle, you really didn’t have to,” Felix says generously from your dad’s back seats, scratching the nape of his neck as though this is the first time he’s ever shared a ride with you. 

He’s too humble sometimes you just want to smack him across the face with a pillow to stop being so formal with your dad. Heck, Felix downright called him ‘dad’ by accident once during a Christmas dinner back in middle school and your dad even encouraged him to keep addressing him like that. 

Not to mention, Felix is chomping on a turkey sandwich that your mom made this morning specifically for him after finding out that his parents are currently out of town and there's nothing but ramen in the cabinet. God forbids her to starve the same kid who helped your dad fix his bumper. So really, he should be expecting these things by now. 

“Oh it’s not a big deal, you’re too nice,” your dad laughs as he pulls over to your school’s front gate, careful not to run into that one really tall, ugly tree. You’re lowkey paranoid that people might die if it collapses during a storm or something. “Perhaps you can return the favor by getting a drink with me sometimes.”

Felix blinks numerous times, slightly gobsmacked. “...but I’m not old enough to drink yet.”

“Correct answer.” And you snicker when your dad turns around to toss a wink at your friend’s direction. “Doesn’t mean that I’m forbidding you kids have fun,” he clarifies upon the baffled expression on Felix’s face. “But not too much fun, got it?”

“Okay, okay dad, I’ll see you in three days,” you shake your head before climbing out of the car. “Don’t starve the cats while I’m gone. Oh! And Soonie still needs his lactobacillus-“

Your dad brushes it off with a sheepish smile, “I’ll leave it to your mom, muffin, I can’t even remember which dry food is for which cat. I also don’t think they’ll be starving anytime soon, those little demons are getting quite fat actually since your brother spoils them all the time.” You can only give him a mere eye-roll because as much as he claims to hate having pets, there have been countless times when you caught your dad red-handed trying to tuck the cats into bed in the middle of the night. 

Felix soon catches up with your steps after bidding him farewell, crumpling the sandwich wrapper in his palm. “Wait up, muffin,” he says breathlessly with a few skips, starting to think about not skipping dance practice again this summer before his body gets out of shape. 

“Shut up,” you grumble, followed by a harsh elbow jabbed into his side. Felix grunts in pain, slowing down a little but still tries to walk side by side with you nonetheless. “You don’t deserve that complimentary breakfast, I’m telling mom to cut your portion off next time.” 

“Ah! Come on, muffin! You’re being mean.”

Your biggest fear has inevitably come true—after all those years of erratic mood swings and other weird things puberty puts you through, Felix still makes fun of you for the nickname that your parents came up with on your first day of school. It doesn’t help with the fact that he meets them quite often too. Like four out of seven days a week since your parents love coming over to each other’s house for dinner. 

“Flip that scowl upside down now, will you?” Felix cups your cheeks and squishes them together, attempting to make your smile by tugging at the corners of your lips. “Aren’t you excited about the trip?”

You scoff at him, “Are you even hearing yourself? My entire existence reeks off ‘excitement’ 24/7.” 

“That’s bullshit.”

“I’m not responsible for whatever happens next to your face.”

But when you reach up to peel his hands away, you’re bound to make a grave mistake by looking straight into his eyes. The morning light hits his face at the right angle and it makes him look like a puppy—which you wouldn't mind starting at all day. Although it’s not like you haven’t got a good look at him before, something’s different today. From the way his irises twinkle gently like thousands of celestial bodies to how his freckles scattered across his cheekbones like the remaining bits from a supernova, his full lips with a prominent Cupid’s bow and his cute crooked teeth. 

You know all of these things; perhaps you’ve never put too much thought into them before. Not when you’re constantly facepalming at him for doing stupid TikTok dances and trying to eat a banana with its peel on. But now when you actually acknowledge them, your heart momentarily skips a beat. Or two. 

Doesn’t matter, you hate this feeling either way. 

“Get a room, this is disgusting to watch.” 

Seungmin steps in between you two with his backpack slung over his shoulders, hands resting on his hip like he’s babysitting you and your biological parents don’t pay him enough for this tedious job. But Felix is too busy making sure that his eyes aren’t malfunctioning when he sees a pink tint on your cheeks to focus on whatever nonsense Seungmin is spewing at him. 

“Get on the bus, losers! Y’all are embarrassing me!” Hyunjin yells as he plants a foot onto the bus, trying his best not to be subtle about the fact that all of your classmates have already been seated. 

You can practically see Jisung making weird faces from the window and next to him is a very cranky-looking Jeongin with his earbuds plugged in, deciding not to tolerate any chit-chatting this morning. It’s a shame how the school’s always on a low budget when it comes to transportation; consequently, some random freshmen got squeezed in with your class. 

So you elect to ignore your friend’s questionable behaviors (sometimes you wonder what he’s on to be this zealous at six in the morning) and grabs Felix's hand to climb onto the vehicle before coach Kim kicks your ass for slowing the schedule down. 

As you shuffle down the narrow aisle, you quickly realize there are only two seats left at the very back—basically, you feel a little guilty for not getting a good spot for Felix but he doesn’t seem to mind because he taps you on the shoulder lightly, signaling for you to move.

“Ugh, I wanna go home,” you sigh, slumping into your seat after tucking your backpack neatly on the small compartment above. 

“You’re boring,” Felix comments flatly but he’s partially glad that he got to sit with you instead of some blabberer. “Need this?” Fishing his earphones out of his backpack, he wiggles the banana milk case in front of your face. 

You only nod lazily at the offer, causing him to huff in disbelief before slipping in a side of his AirPods into your ear. You both have pretty similar taste in music so you don’t mind when he puts one of his playlists on random and Fly Me to the Moon bleeds into your eardrums. The soft melody makes you yawn a little, eyelids getting droopy. 

“Tired.” Is the only warning Felix gets before you decide to drop your head onto his shoulders, slipping your arm around his torso comfortably like it’s a pillow. You personally don’t do cuddles but since he’s into those things and smells nice—very fruity, somewhat musky too, you might as well take advantage of that with the hope of sleeping throughout the entire ride. 

“What is wrong with you today?” he asks with glowing cheeks. 

“Shh shh, I’m recharging my battery.”

Felix is a little flustered, to say the least. But instead of complaining about your sudden clinginess, he rests his head on top of yours like second nature, allowing his childhood song to drown out some of the background chatters. 

You should really be clingy more often… though he’s not gonna risk his pearly white teeth by telling you that. 

five. 

Your school actually knows how to manage money in a smart way. Shocker, you know. 

You are thrown off upon hearing that no one needs to worry about the grizzly bears, or wolves (hey, one can never be too careful) because everyone gets to share a log cabin with a maximum of three other people. 

In fact, the camp counselors have confirmed that even though they’re throwing a bunch of inexperienced, dumb high schoolers smacked in the middle of the wilderness, there’s really nothing to do other than boring team-building exercises...and fishing. In other words, the only creature that can somewhat do harm to you is mosquitoes. 

It’s been pouring nonstop when your classmates tried to set up the campfire with coach Kim screaming into their eardrums last night, no wonder those little shit are thriving to make your life more miserable—they’re in their element, reproducing at a terrifying pace. 

“Jesus Christ, Y/N!” 

Hyunjin clutches a hand to his chest in both relief and terror after realizing the curled up figure sitting by the window is just you. He steps inside the cabin completely and flings his wet bangs away from his face, shoving the umbrella in his hand into a stand by the shoe rack. “You look like shit, are you okay?” he furrows his brows, slightly concerned about your eyebags and the way your lips crack from dehydration.

A soulless smile finds its way to your face. “I’m pretty sure ‘shit’ and ‘okay’ aren’t supposed to be in the same sentence but thank you for asking, I appreciate it.”

Here’s another downside to being a homebody: you can’t fucking sleep on any other beds that aren’t yours. And surprisingly that two-hour nap on the bus wasn’t enough to fuel you for the rest of the trip. But lucky you, it’s most likely going to keep raining cats and dogs and trash pandas for the rest of the day. Outdoor activities are no longer mandatory and you can almost hear your non-existent muscles crying in sheer joy. 

“Drink,” Hyunjin sighs at your pathetic state and decides to toss a water bottle in your direction. 

However, all you do is retrieve your limbs deeper into Felix’s fluffy blanket since he refused to use the grey one that’s draped over every bed beforehand. You’re far beyond grateful for that because those fading, questionable-looking stains just scare the crap out of you. And also because the fluffy blanket smells like him; you rest your case.

“You were knocked out for the entire bus ride, so why the hell can’t you fall asleep on a decent bed?” Shaking his head, Hyunjin plops himself onto Jisung’s bed like a potato, accidentally knocking over the neatly folded pile of clothes. He really doesn’t give two flying fucks about the fact that his friend spent an excessive ten minutes to organize his stuff so coach Kim won’t be barging into their cabin with a megaphone at five in the morning again. 

“She can only fall asleep on Felix, that’s why.” You roll your eyes in the bitchiest way possible, not bothering to chuck the abandoned water bottle at the unwanted guest of this terrific conversation. 

Hyunjin almost lets out a shriek when Seungmin jolts up from his bed, hair messy, a leg sticking out from his comforter. “You know, until this exact moment, I thought that you were dead or something.”

“What I’m trying to say is,” Seungmin elaborates as he bends over to reach for his glasses with squinted eyes. “There’s a 99,9% that Felix will make the first move but at the same time, it doesn’t mean the other 0,01% won’t happen so you,” he jabs his index finger towards you. “Better be doing something other than walking around camp like a zombie.”

Hyunjin tilts his head in confusion. “Since when was this even a thing?” You’re this close to have a permanent hand imprint on your forehead for facepalming every two seconds with your idiotic friends around. 

“Uhh, since forever?” Seungmin feels the need to voice out. “Listen, since the day Y/N spilled orange juice on Felix’s favorite shirt, the amount of times they’re forced to be together has risen tremendously. And when their parents found out their families live like ten minutes away from each other, they practically see each other every single day. Even outside of school. They tolerate each other, meaning the dynamic is long-lasting. Their bonding encouraged friendship.” 

“But we’re her friends too?”

A deep breath. “No, their friendship was incited to grow into something bigger, more profound because Felix has a special ‘click’ with Y/N that he doesn’t with us. God, Hyunjin, it’s been what, almost a decade! How could you not see it?” Seungmin says with expressive hands, almost yanking every strand of hair off of his head. It’s too early for this, his brain is about to implode. Hwang Hyunjin being dense just feels like a metaphoric chokehold to him. 

“Y/N,” Hyunjin simply ignores his frustrated friend to look over at you slipping into your sneakers. “You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.”

“That’s because she’s about to either shut the door in my face then find Felix or kick my ass and then find Felix,” Seungmin informs with a yawn, and this prompts you to muster a fake smile. 

Oh, I’m fucking livid. 

“You know me too well.”

He questions with heavy irony, “I’m sorry did you just agree with me?”

“Oh no, no, I take that back,” you brush him off. “Is Felix still outside fishing?”

“I think so?” Hyunjin replies while running a hand through his hair in mere distress; Felix’s competitiveness goes a little mayhem sometimes when it comes to Jisung being better than him at something since they’re so close. That’s one of the sole reasons why Felix always manages to maintain his flying GPA because Han Jisung procrastinates like no other but still tops his class every single semester. 

“I didn’t find him at the lake, though, wonder where he went.”

You widen your eyes, somewhat alarmed since it’s almost lunchtime, and Felix Lee never, and you mean never, ever let himself skip a meal. He always gets a nice nap after stuffing his face with enough good food too, so that’s a bonus. But that’s not the point, the point is: you’re starting to get a little worried because he’s been fishing all morning, wandering alone in the wilderness without a camp counselor. 

You’d better not find him sleeping with the fishes. 

six.

Maybe you were right, maybe Felix is a dumbass.

Because listening to his ego and coming back to the lake after breakfast was a horrendous idea. 

It’s such a pity how those weird-looking vehicles have stopped driving around camp the moment it started pouring outside. Heck, he didn’t even bring an umbrella after asking the coach to check today's forecast. 

So tragically, he’s now stuck underneath the canopy of a cafe ensuing coursing his way through the water blizzard and seeking refuge but can’t walk back to his cabin where his cabin-mates are probably having the time of their life drinking hot chocolate and nibbling on hand-picked fruits.

Felix exhales in torment while gazing outside, everything’s completely white-out thanks to droplets of raining streaking the horizon. Perhaps dashing back might be his one solitary option, but shivers soon run up his spine again, reminding him that he’s probably looking like a wet rat—his black Converse sodden, water seeping through the thin fabric of his uniform, numbing his skin. 

Ruffling his wet fringe, Felix’s hand fishes inside his pocket to look for his phone only to realize that it’s not there. “Shit...great..just great, today is my lucky day.” Even if the camp counselors didn’t confiscate all the electronic devices, there wouldn’t be any service in the middle of the woods either. Splendid. 

“Ugh, Y/N,” he groans under his breath. “Why did you let me do this?”

“Shit.”

 “AHH!”

Felix shrieks upon the tiny voice squeaking out from behind him. And he sighs in pure relief to see a little girl standing mere inches away, looking no more than a seven-year-old dressed in a yellow raincoat. “Hey kid,” he chuckles and crouches down to her eye level. “Where are your parents? You’re not supposed to be out here alone when it’s pouring like crazy.” 

And to his dismay, “Shit,” the little girl giggles, finding a new profound interest in the curse word that he accidentally spewed out seconds ago. 

“Shh shh,” Felix frantically places an index finger on his lips while darting his eyes around in terror—he might be sued if her parents found out how their daughter picked up a bad word from some random high schooler. Suddenly he feels bad for his future kids. “No, no, we can’t say that. It’s forbidden. What’s your name?”

“Mina,” she answers cutely and fiddles with the ends of her braids. “Who’s Y/N? Is she your girlfriend?”

Felix chokes on his own saliva. “...no, why would you say that?”

“I don’t know, my dad always calls my mom’s name when he messes things up.”

“What does that have to do with- oh, shit,” he facepalms himself. This kid is going to give him a cardiac arrest any second now. “It doesn’t matter if she’s my girlfriend or not, what matters is I need to get you back to your parents. Do you know where they are right now?”

Mina simply shakes her head with a pout. “Okay, let’s go find them then,” he can’t help but cracks a smile, ruffling her hair endearingly. Most kids would be bawling their eyes out by now knowing that they’ve strayed from their parents; she’s a tough one. 

Felix gently grabs Mina’s hand, biting down on his lower lip as he prays that a cold doesn’t catch up to him tomorrow and ready to dash out of the canopy that’s been keeping him dry for the last hour or two. But then a figure comes into view from afar, holding an umbrella while squinting their eyes through the thick streaks of rain. 

“Y/N..?” he mutters to himself in disbelief when you quickly skip underneath the canopy, collapsing the red umbrella in your hands. Felix recognizes that umbrella anywhere—isn’t that Hyunjin’s? Have you been looking for him? And for how long too?

“Didn’t even think about bringing an umbrella, smartass,” you say with a raised eyebrow. “Oh dear, who do we have here?” Before Felix can defend himself in vain with lame excuses, you’ve already taken your attention off him to stare at the unfamiliar presence. Your intense gaze scares Mina a little, causing the little girl to squeeze Felix’s hand, hiding behind his leg. 

Your friend laughs, patting her little head in reassurance. “Mina, this is Y/N, my classmate. Don’t let her intimidate you.”

“Are you really going to bother with this little one?” you scrunch your nose a bit. “We’re having pork rib soup, by the way, better hurry if you don’t want Han to hog your portion all to himself.”

Felix rolls his eyes at how utterly apathetic you are towards children. If you can get a perfect A in calc then why is it so hard to simply comprehend that every twelve-year-old needs to be returned to their hypothetical parents safely? “What part of ‘a common sense of morality’ can’t you understand?” 

“I don’t want to, actually, sounds like a lot of work,” you hum sarcastically. 

“Your girlfriend is scary,” Mina ensconces herself further behind your friend, officially detecting you as a threat rather than someone who will potentially bring her back to the cabin where her parents are probably flipping the whole place upside down in a panic—which is exactly what you’re planning to do. 

In your defense, you don’t detest kids in general. Only the bratty ones. And Mina is borderline bratty. 

“You know, I can spare her some time, Lost and Found is like..ten minutes away from here.”

“Y/N-” Felix wants to scream at you, rubbing the side of his temple in distress. Imagining you babysitting your neighbor’s newborn last summer with nine bucks per hour, ten hours per day, and five out of seven days per week is one of the few things that constantly keeps him from having a good night's sleep. It baffles him how you haven’t accidentally drowned the infant while giving her a bath. 

Mina gives the side of his jeans a tug, round eyes staring up at him expectantly. “Or we can get juice pops!” she exclaims happily and looks over to you, mustering her best puppy eyes. “Please? I don’t want to be alone..” 

“Twenty seconds ago, you called me scary and now you’re guilt-tripping me?” you crouch down to get a good look at the kid. Bright, innocent brown eyes, cute button nose, and a chipped front tooth—perhaps she’s a little too cute to not get her juice pops. 

Then, “And juice pops too? You evil mad mind genius,” you say after standing up to unfold Hyunjin’s umbrella, swinging it over the top of your head. “That’s extortion, kid, you’re too young for that.”

Felix breaks into a fit of giggles upon seeing you failing at trying to keep a straight face and steps in beside you under the umbrella. His next problem just pops up right then and there—Mina can’t squeeze in considering the umbrella that Hyunjin gave you is solely used for one person. 

“Mina, hop on here,” he decides to get on his knees, permitting the little girl to clumsily climb on his back and eventually plopping herself onto his shoulders. 

“Oh, oh, oh, can you two hold hands?” Mina suggests with a shit-eating grin on her face. This causes Felix’s cheeks to burn with a bright shade of red while you’re too busy throwing daggers at her with your eyes to notice. “My family does this all the time, my dad would carry me on his shoulders and my mom would hold his hand as we walk home after going to the park.”

You and Felix yell simultaneously, “We’re not your parents!!” But that doesn’t seem to scare the little girl. You’re both just encouraging her. 

“Yip yip, horsey, don’t be disobedient now,” she giggles to herself and pulls at a solid patch of Felix’s hair, making you cringe because his hair and scalp have already had enough from his questionable obsession with bright hair colors. 

“Ow! Mina! Stop it! Ow!”

“Okay quit torturing my friend,” you tell her and decide to slip your hand in with Felix’s, intertwining your fingers to secure the grip before showing it to Mina so that she’ll stop before any blood is drawn. “There, we’re holding hands just like your mommy and daddy, you happy?” 

Felix doesn’t say anything even when Mina nods happily, releasing her monstrous grip off his poor scalp. He only lets you tug him away from the canopy of the cafe as he gazes downward, eyes glued to how your hand fits into his perfectly. The sound of rain tapping against the umbrella suddenly bugs him, suffocating him in a way. In other words, it’s really unnatural to think this way about his best friend but he doesn't want you to let go at all. 

Everything seems to move faster when you’re holding onto his hand so certainly. Felix thinks you’re fully aware but try to fight off the voices that are taunting you to just drop it. And truth is, you can care less because your head is now far too fuzzy to focus on anything but the road ahead. 

You pray he doesn’t feel the pounding rhythm from your veins. If your red ears haven’t given it away already. 

seven.

Jisung has weird friends, that’s a fact. And no, you’re not talking about the gang that saved his ass every time he got into trouble aka you plus JeongMinLixJin. You’re talking about those kids from Class 2C that are mutual friends with Changbin.

Because the moment Jisung barges into the cabin and starts babbling nonsense that you can’t comprehend (not that you can comprehend any of his shit on the daily), you know that he just came back from a get together with those sketchy dudes who managed to sneak some booze inside a shampoo bottle.

“Uhm okay, who gave Felix alcohol?” he squints his eyes hard. 

You are more than aware that Jisung is mildly smashed by the way that his cheeks are tinted with a light shade of coral, hiccupping every ten seconds and slightly more clumsy with his feet. He almost tripped over the rug at the front door if it weren’t for Hyunjin who caught him in time so that he wouldn’t break one of his precious teeth. Those painful years of constantly slurping on watery porridge after every dentist appointment to tighten his braces shouldn’t be going down the drain. 

Speaking of bland rice water, that’s all Felix has been fed with after returning to camp because he has no choice. The sickness finally caught up to him as a result of staying outside for too long while still dressed in his rain-soaked uniform. Even under the cotton comforter, he’s radiating heat on the outside but stoically shivering on the inside, his energy level is as diminished as his appetite. 

The nurse said there’s really nothing that can be done but give him some pills and let him ride it out so now Felix’s all curled up in a corner of his bed, cheeks burning flush of fever, coughing and sneezing occasionally. He refuses to be moved to a completely separate cabin because sleeping alone in a confined place knowing that the grizzly bears might be roaming outside your door is quite frightening for a junior in high school. 

“God, what makes you think I’m the batshit drunk one here?” Felix croaks, his voice more hoarse and gruff than usual because every word pains him, his vocal cords pulse in agony at each syllable. And that sentence was probably the longest thing you’ve heard from him since dinner. 

Jisung lets Hyunjin toss him onto his bed, face down, and props himself up on his forearms. “Uhh, have you checked yourself the mirror?” he hiccups, words a bit slurred, palms outstretched in a grabby motion. “Seungmin, water- ow! What the fuck was that!?” 

He rubs the side of his head while babbling incoherently like a fucking five-year-old because Seungmin decided to chuck a water bottle at him. Those years of playing baseball during retreats indeed paid off. 

“I went for the head,” Seungmin looks up from his book calmly, acting innocent. 

Jisung whines and turns to his side, watching as the water bottle rolls back towards him after coming in contact with the wall. “God, I miss Minho. You guys suck,” he takes it before sitting right up but flops himself back down when a pang of pain claws at his temple. Who even allowed him to drink?

“Didn’t he make your high school experience miserable?” Hyunjin laughs, sitting down on the corner of his bed, legs curled into his chest. 

“Hello? That was me,” Seungmin clarifies, he sounds a little offended. “He called me a nerd for studying late at the library for our finals! Our fucking finals! Do you know how insecure my freshman self was? I was so hurt!” 

You cross your arms and mumble, “He’s the same guy who treated you ice-cream after finding out you got a B in physics.”

Hyunjin hums, butting into the topic, “And he made me do fifty push-ups because I unintentionally skipped a day at practice. Our Dance Club really didn’t need a president who effortlessly snatches the Asshole of the Year Award like he’s stealing candies from a kid.”

“Please, you’re practically buddies now,” you scoff. “You always play Mario Kart and rewatch the Avatar series with him, even during midterms!”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jisung suddenly gets on his feet, jumping up and down like a maniac. You’re highly concerned for the bed by the creaking sound that it’s making—sounds just like something straight out of a horror film. “He almost threw a knife at me!”

You’re running out of excuses to defend your stupid brother at this rate. What’s the point in trying anyway? “Han, it was a plastic knife, chill.”

Jisung crawls off his bed to approach you, pinching his thumb and index finger together before shoving them to your face. “I was this close to dying! You try having someone threaten to throw a knife at you during lunch break,” he complains like it’s the end of the world. Truth is, you’ve seen (and experienced) worse things. 

“Minho’s still my brother.”

Staring at you, Jisung looks unimpressed. “He wanted to kill me because I commented on his puffy cheeks that day.”

“He’s adopted.”

The conversation is pulled to a halt right there when Felix does a full-body groan, his head spinning and sweats starting to collect at his hairline. With his mind buzzed like he’s floating, the bickering only adds to the pressure that’s squeezing each of his functioning brain cells. In other words, it feels as though Han Jisung is a fucking hamster going on a marathon across his body, nibbling on his limbs and ears as he’s going through a hangover, his immune system going on a rampage. 

Felix doesn’t even drink. 

“That’s my call for a bedtime story.” You glare at Jisung when he clears his throat while you’re attempting to tuck Felix into bed, pressing your palm against his forehead to check his temperature. It’s not climbing anymore, he should be okay after sweating everything out. 

Hyunjin pulls his friend back onto his bed, locking his limbs in tight before he waddles around and potentially breaks one of those decorative pieces on the bookshelf. “Not to burst your ego, but I don’t think you’re sober enough to give us a good story,” he says unapologetically. 

“Puh-lease,” Jisung lets out the weirdest chuckle at that, wagging his forearm like those Japanese ceramic cat figures that are supposed to bring people good fortune; and Han Jisung is notorious for bringing people anything but good fortune. “They didn’t even have vodka, only Strongbow. That shit is too weak for me.”

You snort involuntarily, “Actually, I think you meant you’re too weak for those bottles of cider.”

“Wow, Y/N, what a snake.”

eight.

The bonfire crackles, flaring up to life when coach Kim tosses a lit matchstick into the pyramid pile of branches and woods. The flame projects long shadows of the trees all round along, swirling and curling in obscure shapes with the high schoolers that each hugs their own cup of hot cocoa, chomping on their marshmallows of choice. 

Glowing embers beneath are colored by the inferno that seems to be moving with the rhythm and melody of the song that they’re all singing along, drumming their feet and bobbing their heads simultaneously. 

“Are you guys sure you don’t want to join them?” Felix says apologetically after sneezing into a piece of tissue, his nose all red and swollen. “I can just… I don’t know, read a book or something.”

When he refers to those oddly colorful and rather bulky-looking books on the shelves, Seungmin immediately stops putting a cookie inside his mouth midway. “Those are called ‘aesthetically useless interior decoration’, Lix. Good luck trying to open those plastic blocks,” he expresses with his hands after stuffing the cookie into his mouth, chewing rather aggressively. 

Felix feels quite bad because, for all he knows, Hyunjin and Seungmin have been planning on going kayaking today and trying out volleyball tomorrow. You’re all going home in two days yet they’ve done nothing but pigging out in pure distress. “Still, it’s a summer camp, you all should be out there having fun, not stuck inside to look after me while tolerating...that,” he quietly looks over at Jisung who just exited the bathroom after splashing his face with some water. 

At least he doesn’t look crazy and homeless now. 

“How are they doing that again?” you join Hyunjin as he rests his head lazily on his forearms, staring outside from the cabin’s window like Rapunzel in an alternative universe where Flynn Rider managed to escape the tower with the crown, leaving her behind longing for civil human interactions in vain. 

“They sing..” he drawls. “And turn their heads to look at each other in the eye.”

You wave it off absentmindedly, falling on your back so now your head is hung upside down from the bed, your arms dangling midair. “Well, that sounds exhausting,” you mumble, ignoring the way that Seungmin is internally judging you. 

Hyunjin sighs, “Never one for sentiment, are you?”

“Easier to let it burn,” you answer flatly, sitting upright when blood starts rushing to your head. 

“Don’t feel bad,” Seungmin immediately forces a smile at Felix. “We’re not really into sitting with a bunch of idiots just to enjoy a mildly decent hot cocoa either way.”

Suddenly the lights go out, and Felix immediately curls himself further into the blanket, a little thrown off. Jisung’s face comes into view out of nowhere when he makes a grab for the oil lamp that no one seems to take notice of, lighting it up with a single match. “C’mon, kids, no bonfire is complete without a good ghost story,” he crosses his legs on the floor happily, still somewhat tipsy so his body is bouncing in excitement with occasional hiccups. 

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchange questionable looks before scrambling to the floor, settling themselves a few solid inches in front of the oil lamp with a sigh while you only shrug at Felix, propping your head onto your hands. Laziness is starting to hold you hostage on Hyunjin’s bed at this rate. 

Seungmin spares Jisung a slight glare, “Better not bullshit us with the same one that you heard at school-”

“No,” Jisung’s lips morph into something similar to a smirk, he looks concerningly confident for someone who’s utterly terrified after watching IT. And now he’s attempting to give his bros who are equally jumpy about everything and anything, you’re excited to see how this goes. “I heard this one from a camp counselor, true story.” You definitely don’t like the sound of that.

At first, the ghost was no more than a chill in the air, a shimmer of mist to the common eyes. Through the heavy rain and fog that seeps through people’s skin, chilling the core of their bones, it slowly came into focus. It wasn’t until the camper found refuge under a canopy of an abandoned café that it congealed into a form—a small child with brilliant round eyes, dressed in white clothing. 

For a moment, all was silent and still. It was as though the camper got hypnotized, feet planted to the ground. Then, he could hear a small lullaby in a cheerful voice. 

“Oranges and Lemons say the bells of St.Clements…” They know how that one ended. 

Suddenly someone blows out the candle, but Jisung’s voice still rings in your eardrums. “When the camper took a step back, the ghost spoke again, this time with the voice almost of a smoker and grin…” You can feel Hyunjin hop back to bed with you in a tick of a clock, holding onto you for dear life with the infrequent whimpers of fear. 

Jisung proceeds to continue, “The grin soon became a snarl, baring teeth like a wolf when it finished the lullaby…”

A muffled silence descends. And, “Have you come to play…?”

“AHHH!!” Felix lets out a petrified shriek, but what confuses you is the sound of Jisung grunting rather in pain. Seungmin sighs in disapproval, flickering the lights on while leaning back against the wall. 

And now before your eyes is a slightly traumatized, feverish Felix with clattering teeth, quivering inside his blanket. Whereas, Jisung is sprawled across the floor, hugging his poor stomach, hacking up lungs. Deserve.

“This is why you don’t give people who can high-kick jump scares, dumbass,” Seungmin comments and crouches down in front of Jisung like his knight in shiny armors, letting a bottle of ointment dangle between his fingers. “Put this on, bet it’s already bruising.”

Hyunjin releases his arms around you and walks towards the freckled boy who looks like he’s about to slip into a coma. “Lix, are you okay?” he knits his brows together, starting to feel somewhat concerned. 

Felix only waves it off with a raspy laugh, standing on wobbly legs with his blanket still wrapped around his figure. “I’m fine, I’ll just go wash my face.” Truth is, he’s anything but fine. And it doesn’t help when he accidentally has a glance of his own reflection in the body-length mirror from across the cabin—his hair is sticking to his forehead, his face is slightly more puffy than usual, and his eyebags look like he hasn’t slept in decades—he looks worse than a trash can, basically. 

“Hyunjin,” you raise a brow at your friend’s current state.

“What?”

“Catch him.”

“Huh-” Hyunjin snaps his head back when a loud thud is heard, eyes growing twice as big in sheer panic upon the sight of Felix laying on his stomach, mere inches away from his feet. “Felix!!” Your friends rush to his side while you’re too busy checking the thermometer by his nightstand. The temperature doesn’t seem to be too alarming, he should be fine after sleeping and sweating it out. But really, Felix looks more like he’s having the nap of a lifetime rather than passing out from the worst fever of the century. That doesn’t stop everyone from freaking out, unfortunately. 

Also, everyone can agree that this is the first and last storytime to ever happen.

nine.

Felix sits on the beach, eyes moving from sand to stone, from rock pools to breaking waves. He lets out a sigh, an exhale of relief when a breeze passes by him, tousling his hair as he buries his feet deeper into the primrose-colored grains. The briny aroma that exists in every fiber of air makes him feel at ease, as though unknotting all his angsty-teenager worries with grace. He feels a bit better, partially because his fever has already gone down when he shook you out of your half-asleep state at four in the morning. 

“Why?” you ask without turning your head after sensing his tense posture.

Felix looks confused, a little startled when you break the silence. “Why what?”

“Why the long face?” you unknowingly exhale too, stubbornly gazing forward. “Thinking about something?” For some reason, you’re too...scared to even spare him a small glance. This isn’t you, did his fever rub off on you or something?

To your dismay, his sudden inquiry catches you off guard. “High school is going to be over in a year, have you thought about what to do?” 

You open your mouth to protest with something along the line of he’s overthinking again and there’s still an entire year ahead to make new memories but when you’re about to utter the first word, your mouth automatically snaps itself close. It’s like you have an entire masterpiece planned out in your mind but when someone tosses you a blank canvas, you’re standing there in defeat like the biggest idiot. Felix is serious this time, you know it’s not because he’s lightheaded after riding out the fever. 

“Honestly?” you breathe out. “No, I haven’t. God, I don’t even want to think about it, the future scares me a little.”

Upon the mossed rock and vibrant horizon, comes the sun rays that are promised by the starlit sky. It makes you both a little breathless, not exchanging a single word nor moving a muscle for a while. 

Until, “Fine, it scares me a whole lot,” you confess, gaze cast downward as you hug your legs closer to your chest. “It sucks because everyone seems to have their lives together, Jisung is finally taking his interest in music seriously, Hyunjin is planning on being an actual theater kid, and Seungmin is...I don’t know, but he’s definitely onto something. Point is, everyone is already one too many steps ahead of me, I’m just..here, stuck. And I don’t feel like I have-”

“A lot of time left.” Felix finishes your sentence, prompting you to look at him this time. His delicate features shine under the cracking lights of dawn, starry eyes twinkling and lips outstretched into the smile that you absolutely adore. He has such a contagious type of smile that it makes you feel a little less dead inside whenever you see it. But your heartbeat also grows a little more ecstatic. 

A hearty chuckle. “You’re not alone, you know,” he says while not breaking away from the eye contact, this makes your throat grow dry. “I still have so much to do, so much to...say yet too little time. So yeah, don’t think about it too much, I’m never gonna leave you behind no matter what.”

You have to hold back a playful scoff at that; and to think he was the one who brought up this sappy topic. “If anything, you’re the overthinker in this relationship,” you tell him with a nudge on his rib. “But if you’ve already had my back, then you should know that I’ll always have yours too.”

Because what would you do without an overthinker like Felix? Drowning your sorrow by stress-eating in the middle of the night? Bottoming out on questionable drinks to end up like Han Jisung? Winging every single important choice that can potentially flip your life upside down in either a good or bad way? Not in a million years. He knows that you need him as much as he needs you, harsh truth but you still hate it either way.

You both don’t look forward to the future, like at all. 

You’re too apathetic and overall just a big ‘meh’ about it. You’re the type of person that goes with the flow, letting life toss you around like a ragdoll until you finally snap at some point to fight back because you know where the line between giving up and knowing that you’ve had enough is. Meanwhile, Felix is rather anxious about things. If a piece of paper with a pencil can draw out the map of his entire destiny ahead then he’ll have it finished in one night. But he’s grown out of his middle school self to know that things don’t always go as planned.

Guess if things turn out to be shit, you’ll still have him.

“Does that mean if we’re still single in our thirties, you’ll marry me like how our parents always joke about?” Felix cracks a shit-eating grin this time, one that makes your heart swell but for the most part, you wanna whack him unconscious with a pillow. 

You sneer in return, “Sure, but you’ll have to fall for me first.”

There’s a pang in Felix’s chest, it’s so loud and evident that he’s afraid you might hear it. You really didn’t have to slap him in the face with that seemingly harmless statement. “Hmm, who would even fall for a stubborn hermit crab like you?” he jokes to hide the nervousness that’s crawling upon his spine. His ears are probably bright red right now. “Although...that wouldn’t be a problem with me.” Because he’s already fallen for you, a little too hard actually.

“What does that even mean?” you only hum after questioning his statement, nothing makes sense right now since you’re getting a little sleepy because a certain someone wanted to watch the sunrise which simply lasted for about two minutes after two(ish) hours of waiting.

“I don’t know,” Felix laughs before standing up, dusting the sand off of his jeans. “You go figure it out, smartass.” With that, he runs off with his Converses dangling between his fingers, leaving you dumbfounded in the middle of the beach like a total dimwit. Slowly, within those five seconds of making eye contact with your best friend again, his words zero in on you like a wakeup call. 

Urgently grabbing your sneakers, you chase after him. “Hey- wait! GET BACK HERE!” By looks of it, you’ve probably figured it out now. It’s not like he’s trying to be subtle either.

Felix feels like he just gained strength from spewing out that indirect confession, and it gives him a tiny ray of hope that he still has his entire youth before his eyes to tell you how he really feels. Or his whole life if you don’t start resenting him for crossing the line that no one dares talk about when they have a thing for their best friend. 

Either way, as long as Felix sees your presence side by side with him at every ups and downs, he’s home. 

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My Reaction to “Gotham” S5E6

*sighs*

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post. 

*does the spirit fingers during the FOX logo for Hulu*

*imitates the Epic Voice Trailer guy doing the Gotham commercials*

“Everybody, raise your glasses to the killer of Jeremiah Valeska!”  *shakes head*  Noooo...

*Recaps shows Jim kissing Barbara*  God... no...

So far, I actually do like Shane West as Eduardo.  It’ll be interesting to see how he does Bane.

“Walker wants Ed Nygma taken out.”  Are we ever gonna see Walker?

*Recap shows Jim sliding down the chute to escape Eduardo*  YEET

*Recap shows Ed going after Jim*  YEET

WHOA

Oh this starts off like right afterwards!

GO GO GO GO GO GO

Oh this camera is awesome!  And I know Ben McKenzie directed this episode too so... dang!

Oh and it’s one shot too!  Shit!

*gasps when Jim gets shot at through an abandoned car*

*Jim gets clipped in the neck*  Ooooohhh!

“Your chances at survival are astronomically low, James.”  That sounds so weird.

Also, how is Ed able to keep up with Jim?

*Jim searches for medical supplies in an abandoned ambulance*  Jimm, what are you doing?!?

*gasps when Ed tries to strangle Jim with a medical tube*

*gasps when Jim uses the AED to short out Ed*  OOHHHHHHHHH!!!

*jaw drops*  WHAA--

SHOOT... JIM!! WHAA-

*gasps in delight*  Edward!  I love that dog so much.

“Cash and jewels aplenty/ Sparkle in the sky/ Five and ten and twenty/ time to say bye bye!”  *gasps*  Magpie!

Her voice is giving Jeremiah’s Tim Curry impression a run for his money!

“Penguin!  Didn’t think you’d miss a couple things.  Couple things go missing all the time!”  I love her already.

*says “Bang bang!” along with Magpie*

*gasps when the double Magpie gives Oswald starts heating up*  What?!?

“Who... the hell... WAS THAT?!?”  *laughs*

“What did I do?”  “Tried to kill me.”  “Oh... is that all?”  *scoffs in hilarity*

“I need answers, Ed.  I know Walker gave the orders to destroy Haven and the supply helicopter.”  OK, so it was Ed who also took down the chopper!

Oooohhh, Bruce lookin’ sharp!  With the coat.... oooohhh!!

“What is it?”  Wh-what?

“No, it’s just this unit.  Their motto is ‘Born in Blood.’”  Wait, Alfred knows Eduardo’s unit?  What?

“Where’s Captain Gordon?”  Shooot, man!

*Some of the soldiers try to escort Bruce and Alfred out*  Uh-uh!  Don’t you dare!

Oh yeah, like that’s gonna keep them down there-

*Bruce and Alfred take out the soldiers in the hallway*  OHH GO!  YES!  YES!

“Bruce hit me up on the radio a little while ago, looking for you.  Said things are a mess in the GCPD.”  OK wow, so like everybody’s in contact with each other.  Wow!

“But you [Jim] have me [Barbara].”  “And me [Ed].”  “I [Jim] don’t trust you-”  *laughs*

“Can I [Barbara] just help?”  “Not you, not usually.”  *sits back in doubt*

“So where’s that first aid kit?”  *laughs*  Ed’s like “I don’t wanna interrupt you two doing whatever but I’m gonna go make myself useful!”

“I’d [Eduardo] listen to her, Jim.”  Shiit!

Mmmmmm.... dang it!

What the heck is PSYOPS?

AN:  Oh my God...

“Civilians?  This hellhole is infested with criminals and terrorists.  Sometimes you just have to clean house, you know?”  Ohhhhh God

“I’m not dead yet.”  I’m still not dead yet!

*gasps when Ed marches in to kill Jim*

Ohhh it’s a fake out!

“If I die... you’ll never get... the evidence!”  *laughs*  Jim, your fake acting... is amazing.

*gasps when Ed throws a cleaver into one of the soldier’s heads*  Ooohhhh my God!

*Jim and Ed leap over the bar table*  YEET

*gasps when a bunch of injured robbers run by Oswald*

*chuckles at Selina eating cereal*

Oh my God... she’s eating Cocoa Pebbles!

*Oswald finds some fingers near Selina*  Oh my God.

“I [Selina] killed Jeremiah Valeska.”  Sure Jan.

This kinda feels like a filler episode so far but it’s... not.

“White hair, feathered collar, kinda resembles a goth chicken?”  *giggles*

“What makes you [Oswald] think I [Selina] would help you after you killed Tabitha in cold blood?”  *gasps*  Shoot, she did find out!  Barbara probably told her when she threw that little party.

*laughs when Oswald gives Selina an incredulous look*

*Selina boops Oswald’s nose*  Boop!

“Ethan, Sumiko.  We’re moving to Phase 2.”  What the heck is Phase 2?

Are they gonna kill... prisoners?

*gasps when Eduardo shoots a couple of prisoners dead*

Oh my God... it’s that one episode of “Game of Thrones” where they thought about eliminating prisoners but Tywin Lannister stepped in at the last minute and made them all workers.

What.  Is.  Everyone’s Plan?

What is Walker’s plan?

Lucius!

“Well, if you would be more careful, I [Ed] wouldn’t potato all the long legs from the hidden spoon!”  What?

“I [Lucius] believe the chip is installed against his speech center.”  “Hmm.  Do it again.”  *laughs*

*Please don’t habituate the curtain rod!”  *gives Ed a confused look*

OK, why is Ed still awake when they’re removing something from his head?

“Thank you, Lucius.”  *applauds*

“It appears the chip retains an audio log of every verbal communication with Nygma while he was under.”  What?

“It has to be Walker.  They won’t be able to sweep this under the rug anymore.”  How would they be able to spread the message to other people?

“We have someone here who wants to say hello.”  *gasps*  Oh my God, it’s Lee!

*gasps when Lee is revealed*  LEE!

WHAT?!?

Oh God, please don’t tell me she has a chip in her brain too!

“Tell me, how how many ex-fiancees do you [Jim] have anyway?”  God... dammit!

“She’s a criminal and all criminals in Gotham are now under a death sentence.”  *eyes widen in shock*

“A trade, perhaps?  Lee Thompkins for Ed Nygma.”  Eeugh!

“Fine.”  What.

“OK.  I’ll play your game.”  *mutters*  Oh my God...

“What would it take to broadcast the information from the chip to the mainland?”  “A transmitter, which I [Lucius] have, and a very large antenna, which I do not.”  Isn’t there one at the GCPD?

“I [Jim] know where’s an antenna in the Green Zone but you’re not gonna like it.”  “The roof of the GCPD.”  Yep.

Oh my God, please don’t me she [Lee] has a chip in her head too.  I’m gonna be so head if she turns out to have a chip in her brain.  She does not deserve all of this shit that’s happened.

*Bruce and Co. suit up*  Whoa, what is all that?

I really love how Ben McKenzie is directing this episode so far.  These shots here like the Western showdown camera angles- this is so good.

*Jim holds up the chip*  It’s a fake.

*drops jaw when Jim starts listing off the people killed under Eduardo’s leadership in the military*

“Yeah... put a bullet in my mouth and shut me [Jim] up.”  Oooh hoo hoo!

“No.  Not a bullet.  But I [Eduardo] am gonna shut your mouth.  Once and for all...”  Oh my God...

Oh my God.

OK, I wanna see this team up more.  More Penguin and Selina teaming up please.

*Selina manages to take down Magpie with her whip*  Ooooh!

“[Selina] You killed Jeremiah.  You’re famous.”  *imitates Magpie’s hand movement when she says the last line*

*giggles when Oswald and Selina freak out in unison when Magpie tosses a pocket watch at them*

“We tie our shoelaces together then we lasso the keys off the desk.”  *giggles like a lunatic*

“HELLO!  Hope you don’t mind, I [Ed] borrowed some COP STUFF from the garage!”  *laughs*

“Is it not obvious?!?  IT’S A BOMB!”  *cracks up*

“LET’S PLAY A GAME!”  *imitates the way Ed throws his hands up*  Great!

*imitates Ed saying “IT’S A BOMB!”  while laughing*

“You gomers-”  GOMERS?!?  GOMERS?!?

*starts laughing when Ed starts talking about the pallid beach mouse*

“How many pallid beach mice would we have at the end of one year?”  What?

*gasps*  Is that a grappling hook?  Please tell me-

*Bruce climbs up onto the rooftop*  YEAHHH!

Bruce looks amazing in this episode.

Also, I want these three [Alfred, Barbara, and Lucius] to team up more.  Yes!

*A soldier catches Bruce on the roof*  Shit!

*gasps when it catches back to Jim and Eduardo beating the crap out of each other*

“The fact that one man was able to safely house and rescue hundreds of innocent civilians showed the military higher-ups that the criminal element of Gotham must not be so big and scary after all.  They were ready to send in relief, so it had to come down.”  What?

“They were innocent people, children!”  “They were an acceptable loss for the mission.”  What’s the mission?!?

*Jim football tackles Eduardo to the ground*  Oooooh!

*Jim starts punching Eduardo*  Oh, go!  Go Jim!

“Take her [Lee] out back and shoot her.”  What?!?

*jaw drops in horror*  No!

Get up, Jim!  C’mon!

*gasps when Jim shoots down one of the soldiers*

“I know the answer!”  “Nope, don’t think you do, Bullock.”  *laughs*

“High school was a long time ago, so let’s just take the full minute, shall we?”  *still laughs*

“The pallid beach mouse is extinct!”  *jaw drops in shock*

“Trust me on this, I got in trouble and had to write an essay about it, I swear to God.”  *giggles and reels back in chair*  OK but like Harvey remembering that one distant fact is such a mood!

*The soldiers fire at Ed*  Guys, he’s wearing Kevlar. 

But that is still extremely funny though.

Is that knockout gas?

*laughs when Ed triumphantly and weakly throws his fist in the air*

*gasps when Eduardo kicks Jim on the ground*

“You want to know why Ramirez and the rest didn't make it out? After your tour of duty was up, we were caught behind enemy lines, taken to the darkest hell on Earth:  Pena Duro!”  *gasps*

“It’s where we were left to die by our government..”  *jaw drops*  Oh my God...

AN:  Why wasn’t this episode called “Pena Dura” or whatever?

*gasps in horror when Eduardo drives a metal rod into Jim’s side*

*gasps and reels back in shock when Jim manages to impale Eduardo on a bunch of Haven debris*  OH MY GOD!

Oh my God!  Wait, so that’s how he becomes Bane?!?  Because he got freaking impaled?!?

*gasps when Jim finds Lee surrounded by dead soldiers*  What?!?

*slightly impressed*  Lee...

“Unless The diamond is worth something on the mainland.. and I bet you have way more where that came from.  You're [Oswald] leaving Gotham.”  Why?

“‘Alexander the Great then looked upon his land and wept, for there was nothing left to conquer.’“  So?

“I [Selina] don’t want to be the person that killed Jeremiah Valeska.”  ‘Cause he’s not dead!

“I gotta be honest with you, man.  I don’t know how many more of these close calls this old heart can take.”  Harvey, you better not.

“I’m [Ed] not gonna wait around to watch their [Lee and Jim’s] touching reunion.”  *laughs*

Oh, Barbara’s gonna go get jealous now?  OK, I see where this is freaking going.

“The last thing that I [Lee] remember is Jeremiah destroying the bridges.”  Wait, she doesn’t remember stabbing Ed?  What?!?

“Wait... oh... he stabbed me.”  OK, wh-wh- wait, she does remember.

“There was so much blood.”  Not really.

Jesus... they just left him [Eduardo] there?!?

*gasps when someone shoots a refugee trying to pick Eduardo’s pockets*  Oh my God, is that Walker?

“Eduardo...”  How is he still alive?

Where have I seen the actress [that plays Walker] before?

AN:  Apparently she (Jaime Murray] also plays the Black Fairy on “Once Upon a Time”

“You won’t die yet, my warrior.”  *grimaces*

“Professor Strange will have you fixed up in no time.”  Oh my God...

*gasps when Walker puts the mask on Eduardo and activates it*

“Nyma was never alone.  It was a second operative.”  It’s Lee!  It’s freaking Lee.  God dammit, Lee.

*Lee’s chip activates*  Oh goddammit!

“Time to die, Jim Gordon.”  God- no no no no no!

*gasps when Jim manages to short out Lee*

*sits back and slaps table*  God!  Dammit!

*groans*  Oh my God, this not- noo-oohh...

Wait a minute!  Wait a minute!

*claps hands at screen*  This is the- the- Jeremiah’s gonna come in and- oh my God...

Mmmmm...

*jaw drops in shock when Jeremiah knocks out Alfred*

Holy crap, how- so, uh, how did that happen?

*imitates the way Jeremiah says “Pennyworth”*

Wait, did she [Magpie] just get stabbed?!?

*gasps when Magpie begs Selina and Oswald to remove the buckshot from her collarbone*

*gasps when Oswald shoots Magpie dead*

“Just a little reminder of what happens when people try to steal from me!”  Oh my God! 

I wanted to see her again!  DANG IT!

“You remember the good time we had the other night, over there?”  Shut the hell up!

“I’m [Barbara] pregnant.”  :O

MMMMMMMMM!!

“Congratulations?”  *laughs*

Oh God, well, I hate this already.

*gasps when Jeremiah removes the bag from Alfred’s head*

“You hurt my boy and I will bite your face off.”  *starts to smile but stops when Jeremiah starts laughing*

“In the meantime... this place is in desperate need of some good old fashioned butler-ing.”  ....Yeah right.

*grimaces and flinches when Jeremiah slowly flicks the bottom of Alfred’s chin*

“Today is the big day.”  *jaw drops in shock*

*Jeremiah’s smile gets crazier*  Oh my God-

*End titles appear*  OK, wha-whoa whoa whoa kay whoa what?

No, that can’t be it!

We’re getting Ace Chemicals next week!  Ooh shit!

#13 stitches #Gotham #gotham spoilers #gotham season five #gotham fox #FOX #the blogger reacts #looked at the stars and considered a reaction #eduardo dorrance #jeremiah valeska #bruce wayne #selina kyle #jim gordon #harvey bullock #edward nygma #oswald copplepot #edward the bulldog #shane west #ben mckenzie #magpie gotham #magpie #barbara kean #alfred pennyworth #lee tompkins #bane

[dannyreviews]

Cinema Legends Between 95-105 + Years Old Still Alive (as of 8/1/2018)

Here’s yet another update

Mario Sequi - director, screenwriter (b. 1910 or 1913)?

Ruthie Tompson - animator (b. 1910 or 1912)

Yuaka Sada - actor (b. 1911)

Renée Simonot - dubbing actress (b. 1911)

Urho Harkola - actor (b. 1911)

Katsumi Tezuka - actor (b. 1912)

Viola Smith - musician, actress (b. 1912)

Don Lusk - animator, director (b. 1913) † 12/30/2018

Milton Quon - animator (b. 1913)

Julie Gibson - actress (b. 1913)

Pappukutty Bhagavathar - actor, singer (b. 1913)

Aldo Rossi - screenwriter, director (b. 1913)

Norman Lloyd - actor, producer, director (b. 1914)

Fred Fox - soundtrack musician (b. 1914)

Alfredo Varelli - actor (b. 1914)

Norman Spencer - producer (b. 1914)

Mary Ward - actress (b. 1915)

Herman Wouk - novelist, screenwriter (b. 1915)

Giuseppe La Torre - cinematographer (b. 1915)

Mag Bodard - producer (b. 1916)

Olivia De Havilland - actress (b. 1916)

Kirk Douglas - actor (b. 1916)

Eric Bentley - screenwriter, playwright (b. 1916)

Elisa Stella - actress (b. 1916)

Beverly Cleary - novelist, screenwriter (b. 1916)

Jean Erdman - choreographer (b. 1916)

Sumiko Mizukubo - actress (b. 1916)?

Harriet Frank Jr. - screenwriter (b. 1917)

Vera Lynn - singer, actress (b. 1917)

Earl Cameron - actor (b. 1917)

Marsha Hunt - actress (b. 1917)

Suzy Delair - actress (b. 1917)

Lise Nørgaard - novelist, screenwriter (b. 1917)

Hilde Zadek - opera singer, actress (b. 1917)

Anne Hegira - actress (b. 1917)

Don Marion Davis - actor (b. 1917)

Fabien Collin - director (b. 1917)?

Fay McKenzie - actress (b. 1918)

Artur Brauner - producer (b. 1918)

Baby Peggy - actress (b. 1918)

Murray Westgate - actor (b. 1918) † 8/27/2018

Ivy Bethune - actress (b. 1918)

Dusty Anderson - actress (b. 1918)

Guje Lagerwall - actress (b. 1918)

Doreen Turner - actress (b. 1918)

Jeanne Manet - actress (b. 1918)

Nino Borghi - production designer (b. 1918)

Jean Moussette - director, editor, cameraman (b. 1918)

Adriana Sivieri - actress (b. 1918)

René de Obaldia - playwright, screenwriter (b. 1918)

Tao Porchon-Lynch - actress (b. 1918)

Ida Schuster - actress (b. 1918)

Branka Veselinovic - actress (b. 1918)

Sid Ramin - composer (b. 1919)

Nehemiah Persoff - actor (b. 1919)

Walter Bernstein - screenwriter (b. 1919)

Marge Champion - actress, dancer (b. 1919)

Joachim Tomaschewsky - actor (b. 1919)

Joe Masteroff - playwright (b.1919) † 9/28/2018

Dorothy Morrison - actress (b. 1919)

Caren Marsh - dancer, actress (b. 1919)

Grace Albertson - actress (b. 1919)

Betty Brodel - singer, actress (b. 1919)

Sono Osato - dancer, actress (b. 1919) † 12/26/2018

Sheila Mercier - actress (b. 1919)

Jack Costanzo - musician, actor (b. 1919 or 1922) † 8/18/2018

Norma Miller - dancer, actress (b. 1919)

Alfie Scopp - actor (b. 1919)

Helen Shingler - actress (b. 1919)

Doris Merrick - actress (b. 1919)

Armin Dahlen - actor, director (b. 1919)

Jean Barker - editor (b. 1919)

Doris Merrick - actress (b. 1920)

Kathryn Adams - actress (b. 1920)

Don Kennedy - actor (b. 1920)

Noah Keen - actor (b. 1920)

Victor Platt - actor (b. 1920)

Kate Murtagh - actress (b. 1920)

Franca Valeri - actress (b. 1920)

Jack Edwards - actor (b. 1920)

Anita Kert Ellis - actress, singer (b. 1920)

Norma Barzman - screenwriter (b. 1920)

Sergio Mendizábal - actor (b. 1920)

A. E. Hotchner - novelist, screenwriter, playwright (b. 1920)

Gudrun Parker - producer (b. 1920)

Doudou Babet - actress (b. 1920)

Joan Ellacott - costume designer (b. 1920)

Vera Bergman - actress (b. 1920)

Susan Miller - actress (b. 1920)

Nicolette Bernard - actress (b. 1920)

Claude Accursi - screenwriter (b. 1920)

Francis Rigaud - director, screenwriter (b. 1920)

Carol Channing - actress (b. 1921)

Herbert Ellis - actor (b. 1921) † 12/26/2018

Josip Elic - actor (b. 1921)

Ruth de Souza - actress (b. 1921)

Jack Rader - actor (b. 1921)

Geoffrey Chater - actor (b. 1921)

Bill Butler - cinematographer (b. 1921)

Muriel Pavlow - actress (b. 1921)

Walter Mirisch - producer (b. 1921)

Tom Felleghy - actor (b. 1921)

Teddi Sherman - screenwriter (b. 1921)

Patricia Marmont - actress (b. 1921)

Carlo Lastricati - assistant director (b. 1921)

Grisha Dabat - screenwriter (b. 1921)

Herbert Kofer - actor (b. 1921)

Dobroslav Srámek - sound editor (b. 1921)

Yu Lan - actress (b. 1921)

Zygmunt Nowak - sound editor (b. 1921)

Miriam Nevo - actress (b. 1921)

Betty White - actress (b. 1922)

Ray Anthony - musician, actor (b. 1922)

Denis Norden - screenwriter (b. 1922) † 9/19/2018

Carl Reiner - actor, director, screenwriter (b. 1922)

Doris Day - actress, singer (b. 1922)

Margia Dea - actress (b. 1922)

Helen Mowery - actress (b. 1922)

Bill Macy - actor (b. 1922)

Joan Copeland - actress (b. 1922)

Bibi Ferreira - actress (b. 1922)

Tony Charmoli - dancer, choreographer, director (b. 1922)

Charles Csuri - animator (b. 1922)

Norman Lear - producer (b. 1922)

Micheline Presle - actress (b. 1922)

Ivry Gitlis - violinist, actor (b. 1922)

Janis Paige - actress (b. 1922)

Bert I. Gordon - director (b. 1922)

Theodore Lehmann - actor (b. 1922)

Miriam Nelson - choreographer, actress (b. 1922) † 8/12/2018

Peter Hughes - actor (b. 1922)

Françoise Javet - editor (b. 1922)

Ebrahim Golestan - director (b. 1922)

Ethmer Roten - film score musician (b. 1922)

Angel Wagenstein - screenwriter (b. 1922)

Gershon Kingsley - film composer (b. 1922)

Jacqueline White - actress (b. 1922)

Jonas Mekas - director (b. 1922)

Stan Lee - comic book writer, producer (b. 1922) † 11/12/2018

Paula Valenska - actress (b. 1922)

Ivan King - art director (b. 1922)

Maurice Delbez - director (b. 1922)

Christian Alers - actor (b. 1922)

Mona Lisa - actress (b. 1922)

Chandrashekhar - actor (b. 1922)

John Shirley - editor (b. 1922)

Dilip Kumar - actor (b. 1922)

Alan Scott - actor (b. 1922)

Qin Yi - actress (b. 1922)

Doreen Brownstone - actress (b. 1922)

Mariya Portnaya - animator (b. 1922)

Enrico Bomba - producer, director (b. 1922)

Agustina Bessa-Luís - playwright, screenwriter (b. 1922)

Terence Kelly - actor (b. 1922)

Sydney Bettex - production designer (b. 1923)

Larry Storch - actor (b. 1923)

Valentina Cortese - actress (b. 1923)

Rosita Fornes - actress (b. 1923)

Franco Zeffirelli - director (b. 1923)

Gloria Henry - actress (b. 1923)

Gene Reynolds - actor, screenwriter, producer, director (b. 1923)

Stan Waterman - producer, cinematographer (b. 1923)

Donald Elson - actor (b. 1923)

Paul Muller - actor (b. 1923)

Jaromír Janácek - editor (b. 1923)

Elizabeth Sellars - actress (b. 1923)

Jimmy Lydon - child actor, producer (b. 1923)

Peggy Stewart - actress (b. 1923)

Michael Medwin - actor, producer (b. 1923)

Maria Pačome - actress, playwright (b. 1923) † 12/1/2018

Val Bettin - actor (b. 1923)

Ralph Senensky - director (b. 1923)

Edward Ryan - actor (b. 1923)

#dannyreviews #golden age of hollywood #norman lloyd #kirk douglas #olivia de havilland #marsha hunt #carol channing #norman lear #Doris Day #Betty White #Franco Zeffirelli #larry storch #valentina cortese #marge champion

[jpf-sydney]

ICT Nihongo kyōiku

New item:

Shelf: 810.72 ICT ICT Nihongo kyōiku : jōhō tsūshin gijutsu o riyōshita Nihongo kyōiku no riron to jissen = ICT x Japanese language education : theory and practice.  supervised by Tohsaku, Yasu-Hiko ; edited by Lee, Jae-ho. Tōkyō : Hitsuji Shobō, 2019. ix, 289 pagers : illustrations ; 21 cm. (Includes bibliographical references and index). Text in Japanese. ISBN: 978-4-89476-944-1

Table of contents:

Nettowāku jidai no gengo kyōiku gengo gakushū / Tōsaku Yasuhiko.

Nihongo bunpō ninchi shindan web tesuto / Shimada Megumi, Son En, Yabe Hiroko, Toyota Tetsuya.

Gakushūsha sakubun no shūjukudo ni kansuru jidō hantei to web shisutemu no kaihatsu ni tuite / Ri Jeho, Hasebe Yōichirō, Murata Yumiko.

CEFR dokkai shihyō ni motozuku Nihongo reibun bunrui shuhō / Miyazaki Yoshinori, Hirakawa Ryōta, Takada Hiroki, Tani Seiji.

Skype ni yoru enkaku sesshon o toriireta jissen : deep active learning no shiten kara / Mōri Takami.

AI chūta no jitsugen ni mukete : goyōrei kōpasu dēta no kōchiku to goyōbun shūsei chishiki no shūtoku / Aikawa Takako, Takahashi Tetsurō.

Hanten jugyō o ishikishita kyōzai kaihatsu no tame no jissen jugyō / Ishizaki Toshiko.

Intānetto o katsuyōshita ibunkakan komyunikēshon nōryoku ikusei o mezashita Nihongo gakushū katsudō / Shō Deguchi Kaori.

Dejitaru sutōrīteringu (DST) o mochiita katsudō no kanōsei : tayō na Nihongo kyōiku no genba kara / Hanzawa Chiemi, Yame Mayumi, Higuchi Makiko, Katō Mahoko, Ikeda Keiko, Suma Shūichi.

To combine knowledge and the real world : kakuchō genjitsu o riyō shita Nihongo gakushū no kokoromi / Yonemoto Kazuhiro.

Kōdō chūshin apurōchi ni motozuita Yōroppa ni okeru Nihongo onrain tesuto no kaihatsu / Higashi Tomoko, Shirota Chieko.

Kanjiryoku shindan tesuto ni yoru Nihongoryoku no hyōka / Kanō Chieko, Gina.

Mēru sakusei tasuku o mochiita sakubun shien shisutemu / Kneniwa Kumiko, Kawamura Yoshiko, Hashimoto Naoyuki, Kobayashi Hidekazu.

Keizokuteki ōraru asesumento no kaihatsu : "hanaseru" o jikkansuru hyōkahō o mezashite / Miyamoto Mayū, Fukada Atsushi.

Kan-Etsugo dētabēsu o katsuyōshita onsei ninshiki ni yoru kango gakushū apuri no kaihatsu / Kurosu Naomi, Yamasaki Megumi.

Keizokuteki na gakushū ni tsunageru Nihongo gakushū saito : "Hirogaru motto ironna Nihon to Nihongo" / Itō Hideaki, Ishii Yōko, Maeda Sumiko.

Marugoto Nihongo onrain kōsu no kaihatsu to un'yō : jigaku jishū o keizokusaseru tame no kufū to wa / Takeda Motoko, Kumano Nanae, Chiba Tomomi, Hiyama Haruki.

Kimochi o tsutaeru onsei no web kyōzai "Tsutaeru hatsuon" / Kinoshita Naoko, Nakagawa Chieko.

Fluency calculator ni yoru kōtō ryūchōsei kyakushi shihyō no sanshutsu to sore o mochiita ryūchōsei no jūdanteki kenkyū / Matsumoto Kazumi, Hirotani Maki, Fukada Atsushi.

#japanese language #computer assisted instruction #computer network resources #educational innovations #teaching methods #new 2019 12 #jteacher

[urbanacolyte]

I'm excited about the Mace Windu comic book coming in August because my birthday is also in August! I think y'all should convince @sumikomarie to buy me a Mace Windu comic book and a ticket to see "the Bruce Lee biopic" Birth of the Dragon which will make its theater debut on 25 August 2017 (also my birthday) Sumiko is going to kill me for this post, y'all! ❤️ you Mikochan! 😁😁 Also, check out my YouTube channel for more details on the Mace Windu 5 issue series! #macewindu #starwars #comicbooks #jedi #jediknight #youtube #youtuber #youtubechannel #urbanacolyte #remembertobreathe #maytheforcebewithyou

#youtubechannel #starwars #jedi #jediknight #comicbooks #macewindu #youtuber #urbanacolyte #remembertobreathe #youtube #maytheforcebewithyou

[katrinthecat]

Friends walk

#naruto #my ocs #naruto oc #naruto original character #leesaku #choino #rock lee x sakura #choji x ino #sakura lee #sakura #sakura haruno #ino #yamanaka #ino yamanaka #hinata hyuuga #hinata #hyuuga #rock lee #sumiko lee #choji #choinno #choji akimichi #choinno akimichi

[katrinthecat]

Great-grandma Tsunade

#naruto #my ocs #naruto oc #naruto original character #tsunade senju #tsunade #senju #leesaku #rock lee x sakura #sumiko #lee #sumiko lee

[katrinthecat]

The raspberry girl - child and grown

#my ocs #self insert #naruto #naruto oc #naruto original character #rock lee #sakura haruno #leesaku #rock lee x sakura #sumiko #lee #sumiko lee

[katrinthecat]

There's is my learning day in university, and 20th birthday🎂

I'm just.. can't believe it yet guys! This is my second anniversary in life and I am glad to tell you about it! Yohow!

#birthday #kate the cat #kate the kitten #my ocs #sumiko #lee #sumiko lee #rock lee x sakura #leesaku

[katrinthecat]

#my ocs #naruto original character #naruto #choino #leesaku #kibarui #chouji x ino #choji x ino #rock lee x sakura #kiba x karui #choinno #akimichi #choinno akimichi #sumiko #lee #sumiko lee #hitoku #inuzuka #hitoku inuzuka #sexy jutsu #genderswap

[ghelgheli]

The Stuff I Read in December 2023

favourites in bold

Books

Calling a Wolf a Wolf, Kaveh Akbar

The German Ideology, Marx & Engels

The Dark Forest, Cixin Liu

Yuri/GL

Hanamonogatari, schwinn

The Moon on a Rainy Night / Amayo no Tsuki (Vols 1-2), Kuzushiro

Run Away With Me, Girl, Battan

Opium, Aji

Asashi to Satsuki, Fujita

The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy At All / Ki ni Natteru Hito ga Otoko Janakatta, Sumiko Arai

Free Soul, Ebine Yamaji

Short Fiction

Yon & Mu, Junji Ito

A Day in the Life of Anmar 20X1, Abdulla Moaswes [strange horizons]

Muneera and the Moon, Sonia Sulaiman [fiyah]

The Center of the Universe, Nadia Shammas [strange horizons]

Honeydew Toxicity Event, Porpentine Charity Heartscape [link]

Palestine

Palestinian Anarchists in Conversation: Recalibrating Anarchism in a Colonized Country, Joshua Stephens [link]

Anarchist, Liberal, and Authoritarian Enlightenments: Notes From the Arab Spring, Mohammed Bamyeh [link]

Our Siege is Long, Esmat Elhalaby [link]

Anti-Zionism as Decolonisation, Lara Kilani & Leila Shomali [link]

What's the matter with the Israeli working class?, Daphna Thier [link]

Inside the Pro-Israel Information War, Lee Fang & Jack Poulson [link]

Refusing Genocide, Rasha Abdulhadi & Beatrice Adler-Bolton [link]

‘A mass assassination factory’: Inside Israel’s calculated bombing of Gaza, Yuval Abraham [link]

"Theory"

Western Marxism, the Fetish for Defeat, and Christian Culture, Jones Manoel [red sails]

On Contradiction, Mao Tse-Tung [marxists dot org]

The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, Walter Benjamin

Other

Multimodal datasets: misogyny, pornography, and malignant stereotypes, Abebe Birhane, Vinay Uday Prabhu, Emmanuel Kahembwe [arxiv]

On Anthony Bourdain, Lz. A. [red sails]

The Myth of Man the Hunter: Women’s contribution to the hunt across ethnographic contexts, Abigail Anderson et al. [doi]

Monster, Terrorist, Fag: The War on Terrorism and the Production of Docile Patriots, Jasbir K. Puar & Amit Rai [link]

Deaths Pulled From the Future, Beatrice Adler-Bolton [link]

In The End We All Do What We Must: Universal Paperclips, Clicker Games, AI, and Agency, Sam Keeper [link]

#reading prog #been dealing with miasma lately hence all the yuri

[dannyreviews]

Cinema Legends Between 95-105 + Years Old Still Alive (as of 2/1/2018)

Here’s yet another update

Mario Sequi - director, screenwriter (b. 1910 or 1913)?

Ruthie Tompson - animator (b. 1910 or 1912)

Yuaka Sada - actor (b. 1911)

Rene Siminot - dubbing actress (b. 1911)

Urho Harkola - actor (b. 1911)

Mary Carlisle  - actress (b. 1912 or 1914)

Katsumi Tezuka - actor (b. 1912)

Viola Smith -  musician, actress (b. 1912)

Don Lusk - animator, director (b. 1913)

Milton Quon - animator (b. 1913)

Julie Gibson - actress (b. 1913)

Pappukutty Bhagavathar - actor, singer (b. 1913)

Aldo Rossi - screenwriter, director (b. 1913)

Norman Lloyd - actor, producer, director (b. 1914)

Gertrude Jeannette - actress, screenwriter (b. 1914) † 4/4/2018

Fred Fox - soundtrack musician (b. 1914)

Alfredo Varelli - actor (b. 1914)

Norman Spencer - producer (b. 1914)

Maciej Maciejewski - actor (b. 1914)

Ralph Woolsey - cinematographer (b. 1914) † 3/23/2018

Mary Ward - actress (b. 1915)

Patricia Morison - actress (b. 1915)

Herman Wouk - novelist, screenwriter (b. 1915)

Nini Theilade - dancer, actress (b. 1915) † 2/13/2018

Giuseppe La Torre - cinematographer (b. 1915)?

Mag Bodard - producer (b. 1916)

Olivia De Havilland - actress (b. 1916)

Kirk Douglas - actor (b. 1916)

Eric Bentley - screenwriter, playwright (b. 1916)

Elisa Stella - actress (b. 1916)

Beverly Cleary - novelist, screenwriter (b. 1916)

Jean Erdman - choreographer (b. 1916)

Sumiko Mizukubo - actress (b. 1916)?

Harriet Frank Jr. - screenwriter (b. 1917)

Vera Lynn - singer, actress (b. 1917)

Earl Cameron - actor (b. 1917)

Marsha Hunt - actress (b. 1917)

Suzy Delair - actress (b. 1917)

Lee Miller - actor (b. 1917)

Lise Nørgaard - novelist, screenwriter (b. 1917)

Hilde Zadek - opera singer, actress (b. 1917)

Anne Hegira - actress (b. 1917)

Helen Burns - actress (b. 1917)

Don Marion Davis - actor (b. 1917)

Fay McKenzie - actress (b. 1918)

Shinobu Hasimoto - screenwriter (b. 1918)

Alice Provensen - animator (b. 1918)† 4/23/2018

Artur Brauner - producer (b. 1918)

Baby Peggy - actress (b. 1918)

Murray Westgate - actor (b. 1918)

Ivy Bethune - actress (b. 1918)

Helen Hughes - actress (b. 1918)

Dusty Anderson - actress (b. 1918)

Guje Lagerwall - actress (b. 1918)

Eloise Hardt - actress (b. 1918)

Doreen Turner - actress (b. 1918)

Jeanne Manet - actress (b. 1918)

Nino Borghi - production designer (b. 1918)

Jean Moussette - director, editor, cameraman (b. 1918)

Adriana Sivieri - actress (b. 1918)

Sid Ramin - composer (b. 1919)

Lester James Peries - director, screenwriter (b. 1919)† 4/29/2018

Nehemiah Persoff - actor (b. 1919)

Walter Bernstein - screenwriter (b. 1919)

Marge Champion - actress, dancer (b. 1919)

Joachim Tomaschewsky - actor (b. 1919)

Joe Masteroff - playwright (b.1919)

Dorothy Morrison - actress (b. 1919)

Louise Watson - actress (b. 1919)

Caren Marsh - dancer, actress (b. 1919)

Grace Albertson - actress (b. 1919)

Betty Brodel - singer, actress (b. 1919)

Sono Osato - dancer, actress (b. 1919)

Sheila Mercier - actress (b. 1919)

Jack Costanzo - musician, actor (b. 1919 or 1922)

Norma Miller - dancer, actress (b. 1919)

Alfie Scopp - actor (b. 1919)

Helen Shingler - actress (b. 1919)

Doris Merrick - actress (b. 1919)

Michael Anderson - director (b. 1920) † 4/25/2018

Lewis Gilbert  - director (b. 1920) † 2/27/2018

Jerry Maren - actor (b. 1920)

Doris Merrick - actress (b. 1920)

Kathryn Adams - actress (b. 1920)

Don Kennedy - actor (b. 1920)

Lassie Lou Ahern - actress (b. 1920) † 2/16/2018

Noah Keen - actor (b. 1920)

Victor Platt - actor (b. 1920)

Nanette Fabray - actress (b. 1920) † 2/22/2018

Kate Murtagh - actress (b. 1920)

Franca Valeri - actress (b. 1920)

Jack Edwards - actor (b. 1920)

Anita Kert Ellis - actress, singer (b. 1920)

Norma Barzman - screenwriter (b. 1920)

Sergio Mendizábal - actor (b. 1920)

A. E. Hotchner - novelist, screenwriter, playwright (b. 1920)

Gudrun Parker - producer (b. 1920)

Doudou Babet - actress (b. 1920)

Joan Ellacott - costume designer (b. 1920)

Vera Bergman - actress (b. 1920)

Susan Miller - actress (b. 1920)

Bill Gold - film poster creator (b. 1921)

Carol Channing - actress (b. 1921)

Herbert Ellis - actor (b. 1921)

Josip Elic - actor (b. 1921)

Ruth de Souza - actress (b. 1921)

Jack Rader - actor (b. 1921)

Geoffrey Copleston - actor (b. 1921)

Geoffrey Chater - actor (b. 1921)

Bill Butler - cinematographer (b. 1921)

Muriel Pavlow - actress (b. 1921)

Walter Mirisch - producer (b. 1921)

Tom Felleghy - actor (b. 1921)

Teddi Sherman - screenwriter (b. 1921)

Patricia Marmont - actress (b. 1921)

Carlo Lastricati - assistant director (b. 1921)

Grisha Dabat - screenwriter (b. 1921)

Betty White - actress (b. 1922)

Ray Anthony - musician, actor (b. 1922)

Denis Norden - screenwriter (b. 1922)

Carl Reiner - actor, director, screenwriter (b. 1922)

Marty Allen - actor, comedian (b. 1922) † 2/12/2018

Doris Day - actress, singer (b. 1922)

William Phipps - actor (b. 1922)

Margia Dea - actress (b. 1922)

Helen Mowery - actress (b. 1922)

Bill Macy - actor (b. 1922)

Joan Copeland - actress (b. 1922)

Bibi Ferreira - actress (b. 1922)

Tony Charmoli - dancer, choreographer, director (b. 1922)

Charles Csuri - animator (b. 1922)

Norman Lear - producer (b. 1922)

Micheline Presle - actress (b. 1922)

Ivry Gitlis - violinist, actor (b. 1922)

Janis Paige - actress (b. 1922)

Louise Latham - actress (b. 1922) † 2/12/2018

Bert I. Gordon - director (b. 1922)

Theodore Lehmann - actor (b. 1922)

Miriam Nelson - choreographer, actress (b. 1922)

Paul Barselou - actor (b. 1922)

Peter Hughes - actor (b. 1922)

Françoise Javet - editor (b. 1922)

Ebrahim Golestan - director (b. 1922)

Ethmer Roten - film score musician (b. 1922)

Angel Wagenstein - screenwriter (b. 1922)

Gershon Kingsley - film composer (b. 1922)

Jacqueline White - actress (b. 1922)

Jonas Mekas - director (b. 1922)

Stan Lee - comic book writer, producer (b. 1922)

Paula Valenska - actress (b. 1922)

Ivan King - art director (b. 1922)

Maurice Delbez - director (b. 1922)

Christian Alers - actor (b. 1922)

Larry Storch - actor (b. 1923)

Valentina Cortese - actress (b. 1923)

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