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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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Pretty Boy (KaiSoo)

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"Get out Kim Jongin! For the last time, I warn you to run before you regret not doing so," a man in his sixties stresses each warning while swinging his golf drivers. Kim Jongin sinks to his knees, he begs with all his might for his father's forgiveness while praying with all his might he can dodge the strong swing his father did. His face has had enough bruises from the painful strong punches his father flew to him earlier. He has to admit, as his father gets older his punches got stronger and his ring stings more. Jongin closes his eyes before he got lucky, the powerful blow missed and hit mother's favorite flower vase. The young boy closes his eyes when he sees the glass shatters along with his last hopes of staying in this house as the second child of the wealthy Kim family.

His brother, Kim Junmyeon, is trying his best to stand still behind his father; though his heart is screaming 'stop' and as much as he wants to jump and protect his brother, Junmyeon knows better to never interfere his mad father. Junmyeon saw the puppy stare from his little brother and for the first time he has to let Kai fight for himself.

"Leave now! You are no longer a part of this family. Take only what you are wearing and leave!" His father screams on the top of his lungs. His breaths are short and his eyes are bloodshot.

Jongin for the last time gestures his apologies and pleads. What else can he do to make his father forgive him? Going low as kneeling down didn't shake father's final choice.

Jongin looks around the big living room for help. He feels humiliated from the cold stare from his father's bodyguards. Mother is running into the room from her shopping and she is more than surprised to see the chaos. Her husband is swinging his golf driver, slamming everything in his vision field, on the other hand Junmyeon is busy signaling Jongin to leave.

"Yeobbo, what is happening? Calm down... your blood pressure will kill." the beauty in the house runs to her husband's side. Her eyes widen when she saw the bruises on her son's pretty face.

Mr. Kim brushes her soft hand away and walks towards his second son, who has his eyes on the floors.

"Why is Kai kneeling for you on the ground? Stand up honey," the sweet voice instructs her son to stand. Kai smiles sadly at the realization that his mother is still calling him Kai, his sweet name.

"No! Let him beg. He has caused too much trouble. Today we got another call from the police informing us this person here—" Mr.Kim points disgustingly at Jongin, "—he was called for a privacy harassment case. This guy here is not my child; my child will never bring disgrace to the family. He won't stalk on some random kindergarten student and make her uncomfortable!"

Mrs. Kim seems baffled, she knew Kai isn't as bright as Junmyeon, but Mrs.Kim knows her child is not into younger girls; moreover she loves Kai a tad bit more than anyone else in the house.

"Yeobbo, maybe the people are only trying to get money from the case... I'm sure our Kai will never do that," Mrs. Kim turns her head to see her son, "Right Kai?"

Kai quickly raises his head and furiously nod, "Yes, mother is right. Please dad, believe me... I am not into young girls! They are only playing tricks..."

His father's anger has resided down, thanks to his wife.

"Right dad, we can always take control of the problems Jongin have." Junmyeon takes a deep breath, "Let me handle him. I'll clear his name."

Mr. Kim starts to swing his stick again; he walks to the kneeling man and arrogantly smacks his lips, "Out. Junmyeon will clean your name for the last time—" Kai jumps to his feet and holds his father's hands

"Thank you... thank you so much dad." Kai flashes his grateful smile.

His father glances at him and throws his hands away, "Who said I forgive you? You're still leaving the house now!" He screams to the boy with bruised face.

Kai is stunned and surprised. His dad is not changing his mind about kicking him out.

Mrs. Kim looks at her husband in disbelief when the bodyguards forcefully drag a kicking and begging Kai out of the room and to the gate.

"Take his wallet and phone. It's still nice I let him keep his clothes he has." Mr. Kim instructs his men to take all of Jongin's belongings.

"Yeobbo, you're too hard on him." Mrs. Kim pleads him with tears in her eyes.

"He needs to learn it the hard way." Mr. Kim stares at the closed gate.

"Whoever dares to help Kim Jongin, will not live in peace. Leave that boy alone. How embarrassing." Mr. Kim stomps and turns to head to his office.

"Junmyeon-a," mother cries when she finds her oldest son standing in the living room heartlessly.

"Why didn't you stop your father? Isn't kicking Kai out of this house with nothing except clothes a bit too harsh?" Mrs. Kim rants her frustration into her oldest son.

Junmyeon brings her mother to his warm embrace, "I'm sorry... father is a hard man."

"Will he be alright?" Mrs. Kim wonders. The wind blows softly and her designer perfume fills the air. She secretly lets a tear out, Kai didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. He only has his denim jacket and jeans in the middle of autumn. The wind gushes once more and Mrs. Kim tightens her expensive coat.

"Mother, let's go in, the wind is getting stronger." Junmyeon leads his mother back into the warmth of the Kim's mansion.

Kai was forced out of his mansion only with a jacket and a hungry stomach. He winces at the pain his body felt. His face aches from the punches, his body hurts from the strong grip and forced dragging earlier, his heart broke when he realizes he lost all of the love in his life.

He walks and walks with no direction; the taxis are tempting, but his wallet was confiscated. Kai pays attention to his steps, he hopes someone left a dollar bill on the road, or maybe he is lucky enough to find some coins. He doesn't know what time it is, but he knows it must be close to dinner time as he sees the sun sets and his stomach grumbling harder.

Kai tightens his denim jacket and pulls his hoodie. He walks quietly and aimlessly to wherever his feet lead. He tries his best to remember where his friends live, so maybe he can come and tell them what happen. Maybe they will feel sorry and invite Jongin for dinner and offer a room. Right, Kai feels warm from imagining a nice warm dinner and a comfortable bed.

Countless names run in his mind, he mumbles to himself "Sehun? No too far... Baekhyun?" he thinks for a moment, "Ah a different province. Chanyeol?? Where's his house again???" Kai stops and squeezes his eyes.

He thinks and thinks, "Ah! Right, Chanyeol has just left to America... Yixing is in China."

Kai continues walking under the full moon. He reaches a small mini market with chairs in the sidewalk. His smile pops and his aching feet make its way to the empty chair. He drops his butt and stretches "Aigoo how nice it is to sit." He yawns, "Ah I'm hungry."

Kai fishes his pockets, biting his lips when he finds out nothing is popping up magically in his empty pockets.

Kai buries his face into his hand and reflects on the unfortunate events that happened to him.

The pretty boy is a second child to the Kim family, the richest man in Entertainment industry. Kim Junmyeon is older by three years. Junmyeon was always the brighter one, the one with medals and trophies, the one who wins thousand of girl's hearts, and who always succeeded in love stories; while Jongin is none of that. He is clumsy and innocuous. Jongin enjoys having fun and living his days to the fullest. He did admit he made a lot of problems since young, but they were nothing big. For example, young Jongin loves animal so much that he secretly opened the cage for dogs that were about to be sold to the black market. He did that out of kindness towards dogs. He once punches a kid bullying a blind girl, and he went home beaten and reported for starting fight. Jongin actually did nothing bad, he's just unlucky that people can turn the table over; moreover when they knew He is That Kim's child.

"I'm so unlucky. How can all of my friends live away from me?" Jongin pulls at his hairs frustrated. He comes to a conclusion he has no help today. He slams his head to the table, which was unfortunate since he forgot he has bruises there.

"Ouch!" he wipes the painful area, his hand punches angrily at the table, "How can I forget I'm already beaten up."

"Excuse me, you're not allowed to sit here." A hoarse voice surprises Jongin. Jongin jumps from his seat then looks around confused.

"Where am I? Jongin wipes his sleepy eyes.

The part time worker rolls his eyes, "You're in front of K mart, asleep for a good one and a half hour."

"What? Asleep?!"

"Yes, and please leave now."

"But this seat is not occupied and there are more chairs over there. Why can't I sit here?" Jongin questions the man in uniform.

"It's written there that these seats are only for our customer. We noticed you haven't bought anything and you've occupied the seat for half an hour." The man points at the sign and towards the other tables which are occupied by people who purchased something.

Jongin's eyes double in size, heol he never know the world is this cruel. All his life he only knows what it's like to have power in the house, to not move a finger and still get anything he wants.

"So, please leave before our boss sees you," the man forces a smile and shows Jongin the way out.

Kai changes his sour face and leaves his chair. He takes one last glance and taunted at the store. Jongin has lost his sense of time and direction. After some steps over the houses, he finally reach a district.He mumbles the street sign, "Hongdae"

Kai walks through the outskirt of Hongdae, he is far from the student-life parties and he is far from the festival lights. He's not going to Hondae without money, heol what will his image be.

The tanned man tirelessly keeps his head down as he traces the outskirt of Hongdae. There are small pubs and bars here, but their signs are not flashy and Jongin felt eerie walking here alone. He paces up his steps and keeps his eyes forward. It's not a good idea to walk here alone; although Kai is a man he still feels his body shakes when passing the cold alley.

Between the absent street lights, another young man sways on the road and stops when he found an unoccupied seat on a closed café. He looks around and giggles when he found no one in sight. While mumbling a happy song and smiling, the man with short hair fishes his box of cigarette from his pocket and flicks the lighters on. He bites the stick between his plump heart lips and skillfully lights the small burning cig. He inhales the burning sensation in his lung and blows out the smoke playfully to thin air.

The world belongs to him only for a moment when he adores the street light which he mistaken as the moon.

"The moon is bright tonight, so bright that my eyes are blinded." The man giggles at his own exaggerated words, "How I wish I have a companion tonight." He huffs out a blow of thick smoke and gets into a fit of coughs when he saw a figure walking over him.

He holds his cough and clears his throat once in a cool way, which successfully caught the passer's attention.

"Hey pretty boy," his deep honey voice did make the passing man's shoulder jump, "It's dangerous to walk alone at night."

Jongin looks right and left and saw no one is there except him, he questions himself, did he hear it right? Pretty boy? Surely that's not him right? But there's no one else except him and that guy who called him.

"Yes you man in hoodie." The caller brings his cig away from his lips.

Jongin points at himself, "Me?"

The tipsy man rolls his eyes and smile. Jongin notes how sweet that smile is under the moonlight. How unfortunate it is that he is drunk and smoking buds.

"You're alone sweetie?" he runs his eyes through the bruised man here, from the clothes and the smell of perfume he sure comes from a wealthy family, but why is he here alone, beaten up, and looked lost.

"You smell funny." Jongin closes his nose; even from this distance it is noticeable. He hates the smell of alcohol and smoke. Voila this man here has both smells.

"I'm sorry, you're drunk. I shall go." Jongin runs his eyes to the road. Why is there nobody in sight... he steps back and gets ready to continue his journey, or run for his life.

"I'm tipsy. Don't be afraid... I'm just telling you it is dangerous for pretty boys like you to walk alone." The man with heart lips shrugs his shoulder and ignores Jongin. He returns to his activity earlier blowing smokes and giggling by himself.

Jongin looks at him in horror, his neck is stiff and his hairs stand. Jongin quickly hugs himself and continues his walk, ignoring the calls.

"Hufth! How creepy! I should've never trust strangers." Jongin keeps his eyes on his feet.

Just then he saw three pairs of shoes in his eye sight and he gulps when he slowly raises his head.

Jongin is a tall man, but right in front of him are three taller and bigger men. All wearing black and looking tough. Jongin takes a step to the side and keeps his head down, but one of the man stops him.

"Where do you think you're going pretty boy?" Jongin curses in his heart, why is everyone calling him pretty boy tonight and why is he so unlucky today!

He slowly meets the big man's gaze when he pushed Jongin's chin up.

Jongin notices these three are no good. They were definitely here to disturb him.

"I have nothing." Jongin makes his voice sounds miserable.

The three men laughs and Jongin forces a confused smile, "Can I go? I have nothing." The three men laughs harder and Jongin is left confused.

"Well, if you don't have money... we're always welcome with services honey." The tallest man with big dark tattoos on his body grabs his chin and stares into his eyes.

Jongin gulps when he feels the other two touching his body, "He really doesn't have anything."

"That means we'll leave you after a good service." The man with golden tooth smirks.

Jongin is tongue tied. He doesn't know what will happen to him... he really hopes someone will help him.

Just when one of them pulls Jongin for a kiss, a loud voice roars and footsteps are heard.

"Go! Leave that man alone. He's mine." Upon that word, Jongin felt the grip lose and the three men runs in panic. Jongin still has his eyes shut in fear.

"Open your eyes. They're gone." A strange but familiar voice greets Kai.

Jongin opens his eyes slowly and finds the heart shaped man with round eyes earlier.

"What are you going to do to me?"

The man chuckles, "Told you it wasn't save to walk here alone."

"What's your name?"

"Kyungsoo," he smiles. Jongin notes how sweet that name is.

"Thank you... for saving me." Jongin bows.

Kyungsoo shakes his hand, "No problem, I just happen to pass by."

"You... how did you make them go?" Jongin sounds confused and curious... he was sure Kyungsoo only yelled some dialect words and they ran for their life.

"Nothing you should know, want a stick?" Kyungsoo offers him a stick when he sees Kai shaking.

"No thanks, I don't smoke."

"Ah, cliché..." Kyungsoo bites a new stick.

"Why did you smoke? It's not good for you." Out of the blue Kai feels like this man here is too cute to die fast.

Kyungsoo raises his brow, well no one has ever cared to ask him that and this stranger right here does.

"Because that's the only way to remember the taste of her kiss that night," Kyungsoo gives Kai a sad smile.

Jongin's surprised, wow that's dramatic. He thought he was the only one who doesn't feel love right now. Turns out there are people like him too.

"I'm sorry... anyways... let me thank you for helping me," Kai pauses when he remembers he has no money at all right now.

Kyungsoo judges the man in front of him, sweet personality, pretty face, slender body, pure heart, he looks lost.

"Do you want money? Car? House?" Jongin offers his life saver these things.

Kyungsoo giggles, Jongin melts upon hearing that cute laugh and the glowing cheeks. Hell, how can someone looks so scary and tough but with just one laugh he's a teddy bear.

Jongin finds himself drowned in Kyungsoo's deep eyes and squishy cheeks, plus tempting lips.

"Sorry, but you have no money right now... how will you give me those things?" Kyungsoo offers his trademark questioning cute look.

Jongin blushes, he thinks for a moment and impulsively pulls the half finished stick between Kyungsoo's heart lips and he boldly presses their lips together. There's a pungent smell of smoke and alcohol, but Kai is not stopping until the only thing he can taste is something new.

Kyungsoo was taken aback by the sudden action, but instead of pulling or pushing, Kyungsoo runs his hand to play with the taller man's hair. This pretty boy who is kissing him right now is the first person who makes his heart beats faster, butterflies swarming his stomach, and the world once again is pink.

Kai deepens the kiss, he pours his emotion in it and the other man plays along well. Their kiss ends when Kyungsoo hits him to breathe.

Their chests are still heaving up and down from the sudden crazy activity they did. Their hearts are still pumping bloods to their shaking bodies; their brains drown them in Oxytocin and Adrenaline.

They both drown themselves in each other's warmth and comfort.

Kai looks at his shoes and a sudden feel of embarrassment takes over him. He is back to the Kim Jongin mode.

"Right, I don't have the money to give you that..." Jongin rubs his nape.

Kyungsoo smiles, "It's okay... I don't want that."

Jongin confusedly waits for his next request.

"Just give me your name," Kyungsoo smirks.

Jongin laughs, "Kim Jongin, anything else?"

Kyungsoo puts his hands inside his pocket, "Kim Jongin, follow me home tonight. Let me take care of your wounds."

Kyungsoo turns his body and walks first leaving Jongin squealing behind his back. He finally found his guardian angel or maybe his significant other!

"Are you coming or not?" Kyungsoo turns to look at Jongin who's still frozen in his place.

Jongin quickly runs to catch his steps.

"Thank you! What else can I give in return of your kindness?" Jongin asks when they reach Kyungsoo's comfortable and tidy small house. Kyungsoo takes care of his bruises and wounds meticulously like a nurse, and Jongin feels burdened to return his generosity.

Kyungsoo sits beside him with a mug of coffee, he tosses his glance to Jongin and calmly leans in closer, "You can give me your family name later, but for now..." Kyungsoo leans in for a quick kiss.

"Please help me learn the new taste of your lips." Kyungsoo whispers.

Jongin smiles and hugs the man beside him, he thanks Heaven he finds Kyungsoo in the middle of his chaos life, and Kyungsoo thanks the universe for sending him Jongin before he totally lost himself in the dark world.

Jongin learns a good meal doesn't have to come from an expensive kitchen, a good sleep doesn't have to come from an imported mattress, mostly he learns love doesn't have to come from someone in the same league. He learns love can be found even in the darkest and smallest place, only when one remembers to feel it carefully.

In the end, if they were meant to be, fate will find its way to bring them together; no matter what.

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aq2003 · 4 years

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today is international fanworks day, heres a list of some of my favorite fics

-star wars

The Silent Song by Eirian Erisdar When Qui-Gon Jinn is told to take a new padawan, the Force pushes him towards a certain initiate - but when Qui-Gon is told that Obi-Wan cannot speak, he hesitates. And all the while, Palpatine moves in the shadows...

A Trophy, Nothing More by solojones After killing Obi-Wan Kenobi in 'A New Hope', Darth Vader takes a moment to reflect on what he's done.

Adagio by ruth baulding A slow movement, in a minor key, set on Tatooine post-Mustafar.

The Weeds in the Wilderness by ealcynn A man wakes on a cold and desolate moor. He knows he is hurt. He knows he is alone. What he doesn't know is what he is, or where he came from. He doesn't know even his own name. But there is something else that this man knows, and that is that if he doesn't get help soon, he is going to die. And on this strange new world, there are so many dangers.

Teachers by Selena "Remember, Anakin, the master learns as much from the padawan as the padawan learns from the master." Eight lessons Anakin Skywalker learns through Ahsoka Tano, and one Darth Vader does.

one door closes, another opens by isabilightwood Ahsoka runs through a portal in the Lothal Jedi Temple, and finds herself seventeen years in the past. Only to find everything is slightly different - her seventeen-year-old past self was just executed, Obi-wan is missing, and Anakin fell eight months early, prompting Order 66 just after her arrival. With only her questionably useful knowledge of the Empire as a guide, Ahsoka finds herself helping to build a rebellion from scratch. Again. But this time, with a few more Jedi left in the galaxy. Some of whom could cause more problems than they solve.

Reprise by Elfpen Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Part 1 of Reprise

Hard Deviations by flute25 “The snares of the world were its ways of sin. He would fall. He had not fallen but he would fall and surely, in an instant. Not to fall was too hard and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling, but not yet fallen, still not fallen but about to fall.” James Joyce - Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Obi-wan Kenobi goes undercover, fighting a battle against Dooku, the Sith, and himself. Takes place during the Rako Hardeen arc. Part 2 of Divergences

Drifting Starlight by Pandora151 Just before the fateful Battle of Naboo, Qui-Gon Jinn is brought to the future, to the Clone Wars. He doesn't know why or how, but he knows one thing for sure: He never, in a million years, expected the galaxy to end up like this. Part 2 of The Journey of the Lights

-mcu

for good by Madelinedear "Sorry, May, we can't all be best friends with a celebrity.” May opens her mouth to retort reflexively, the words 'we aren’t even friends' on the tip of her tongue before she closes her mouth. Because they are friends, now. They’re way past that point. Oh my god, she thinks somewhat hysterically. Tony Stark is my best friend. (or; Tony Stark, May Parker, and the road to something like friendship) Part 1 of call you home

Exclusive by copperbadge Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America's Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers. Part 1 of Magazineverse

Watch Our Souls Fade Away by GloriousBlackout Nebula and Tony struggle to come to terms with everything they've lost as they make the journey back to Earth. Takes place immediately after the events of Avengers: Infinity War.

the rattle of their hearts by iron_spider Tony deals with the aftermath of Infinity War. He needs to get things back to normal. And Peter is an essential part of normal. Part 1 of rattle universe

home training by theformerone T'Chaka takes Erik back to Wakanda. Erik is a problem child. Part 1 of erik stevens, prince of wakanda

We've Made It This Far, Kid by EmAndFandems Tony's just trying to protect the kid from SHIELD. Why does everything have to be so hard? Meanwhile, Peter's biggest problem is buying movie tickets, until he gets a harsh awakening.

the spider-man conspiracy by tempestaurora WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks. “My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.” OR "what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth." Part 1 of the conspiracy kids

Below Freezing by aftersoon (notboldly) When Rhodey crash lands in the Himalayan wilderness, it tests more than just his survival skills.

-marvel 616

Resurrection, Reconstruction & Redemption by Elspethdixon, Seanchai Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaugely be considered plot. Part 1 of Resurrection-verse

Winter Is All Over You by Kiyaar Tony can't remember why he's running.

Sea Stars by Muccamukk Summary: Steve comes back to life somewhere entirely unexpected; Tony doesn’t remember being a hero; something is rotten in the province of British Columbia, and the 2010 Olympics are doomed.

(Not So) Lonely At The Top by foldingcranes Summary: Riri has a bad day, and Tony tries to be An Emotionally Available Adult for her. It doesn’t go so bad.

Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix) by teaberryblue Summary: Steve Rogers has the opportunity to fulfill his childhood dreams of becoming a comic artist when eccentric billionaire, superhero patron, and obsessive comic enthusiast Tony Stark offers him a job drawing Iron Man. But Tony Stark has no idea that Steve Rogers is really Captain America, the newest member of the Avengers. And Iron Man has no idea that Captain America is really Steve Rogers, up-and-coming comic book artist. And Steve doesn’t know what to do about the fact that he’s falling head over heels for them both.

Changeling by Sineala Instead of deleting his entire brain and reloading from a backup, Tony attempts to erase just the SHRA database from his mind. As Steve later finds out, this is unfortunately not what he actually did. Part 1 of Changeling

Zero Sum by Crait Did you do your best, Anthony? And did your best only make things worse?Series Part 1 of Stark Disassembled

-jojo’s bizarre adventure

nothing like the sun by succubused

“All Jotaro’s other targets are dead. Except for you.” Malika cocked her head, considering Kakyoin. “After he came back the last time and he was…alone in there, I…grew him flowers, a few times. I wasn’t supposed to. But he was in the dark for so long. I thought he wouldn’t mind losing a little bit of blood as long as it reminded him there was still something left.” “What do you mean,” Kakyoin said slowly, “‘in the dark’?” Malika didn’t answer. White flowers unfurled from her forearm, gentle trickles of blood rising up the thin stems. She watched them thoughtfully. White poppy; consolation. She plucked a poppy out of her arm and held it carefully between two fingers. “You have to get him out,” she said. “You have to.”

AU where Jotaro is the evil brainwashed assassin sent to kill Kakyoin, who makes life very complicated for Dio by being better at counterpossession than he is. Part 1 of nothing like the sun

somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight by simkjrs He rolls back the sleeve on his left arm and looks at the scabbed-over words that have been cut into his skin.

KASAI 181 BRING PEN

It’s not like Jotaro makes it a habit to listen to what other people say to him, but this is too strange of a case. He doesn’t remember doing this to himself, but if he didn’t do it, then who? And if he did do it, then why can’t he remember? ---- Four months after Egypt, and there is something strange happening back at home.

I am the desert by catboysam Jotaro hated to admit it to himself, but despite the fact that he hadn't teared up when they left Japan, he missed his grandfather’s presence. After having him beside him for so long and through so much, being separated from him felt… almost wrong. Like another thing was missing. And the more he lingered on that thought, the more the lack of Polnareff's presence felt wrong too. Jotaro invites Polnareff to his high school graduation.

the sidewalk soldiers sing the midnight blues by queenieofaces In hindsight, he doesn’t know why it didn’t occur to him that losing a hand might affect his hamon. His lungs are fine, but the flow of energy through his body is different now, no matter how imperceptibly.

The Best-Laid Plans by deuil Jotaro'd mentioned to Josuke on a few occasions that every plane that Joseph Joestar's ever been on has crashed and burned. Josuke wonders now if he's somehow managed to metaphorically inherit that trait.

Can't Go Back Now by etymologyplayground "No, no, he was not the devil. It is just that he was called Diavolo. … Well, maybe he was, I don't know," Giorno says. "Bene, he was the… director? Of Passione." "Boss," Fugo supplies him. "He was the boss." Giorno snaps his fingers at Fugo gratefully. "He was the boss. I should not care about him personally except that he made Passione sell drugs, and weapons. That's no good, you know." Jolyne slides her eyes over to Hermès, who is very resolutely looking at the road. She bites her lip. Jolyne thinks about the dime bag of weed currently sitting in the glove compartment. "Oh, yeah, for sure." -- Giorno and Fugo visit the Florida crew. Jolyne figures some stuff out about herself, her dad, and Hermès.

Untitled (1980-2014) by platinumfinale Jotaro Kujo, and his family, grows up. Contains spoilers for parts 3-6.

and the PTA meetings are worse by shonens Love thy neighbor. Or hate them. Hate them so passionately you trim your hedges in the shape of 'get fucked' in hopes of ruining their day. A collection of AU short stories about mudad, oradad, and suburbia.

#i put some fics that are part of a series here. this means that you should read the whole series it's just that fic thats my personal fav #i also didnt put more than 1 fic from an author so this post wouldnt have gotten 3 miles long #but pls check out other fics by the writers on this reclist . pls do they're very good #in terms of fanart: just scroll thru my sw + jojo tag on this blog and my 'save' tag on my iron man blog all the good stuff's there #who am i.txt

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m0ssbeard · 5 years

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I Ran From You

The weather was still overwhelmingly hot, and the volcanic Hold of Hotlands was to blame...which was convenient, as the folks of Ebott Province quite liked to blame most of their woes on Hotlands. Who wouldn't? It was, by far, the worst of the Holds. Ashen, barren and volcanic... Apparently the mining industry was doing well over there, but Dyrus had no intention of going. He wasn't hurting for G anyway.

It was too fucking hot already in New New Home, he didn't even want to think about what it would feel like walking the dry and dreary roads of New Hotlands. In fact, just thinking about it made him want to curl up and die a little…. And that’s why he didn’t get out of bed for at least a few more hours. The Inns here were pretty nice, and though air conditioning definitely hadn’t been invited yet, magic had a way of cooling the place down. Dyrus suspected there was ice magic in the vents… it was so strangely similar to air conditioning that the moss-covered skeleton guessed an Outsider from Murkwater had something to do with this. It would be foolish to assume he was the only Outsider wandering around New New Home, after all.

Still, even with the cool air blowing gently onto him, Dyrus felt weak and heavy… probably heat stroke, he figured, but the fact it had lasted nearly eight hours definitely concerned him. He never really suffered heat stroke before--it’s not like he had skin or organs. In fact, heat wasn’t something that usually bothered him so. His soul was a core of fire, and he had harnessed the flame years ago.

And yet… here he was, succumbing to heat stroke… if that’s what it was at all. A thought crossed his mind, and he touched at his mossy beard, sighing. ...The Necromancer had told him he was going to die, that the moss that grew on his bones was killing him, and there was no way to stop it. It had been the most bleak news he could have heard, yet a part of him knew it was the case long before anyone had told him. He knew that a person like him… couldn’t have a happy, peaceful ending. No amount of running would hide his sins, hide the pain he caused so many.

He deserved to die in silent agony.

Dyrus’ thoughts were interrupted by shouting coming from outside--specifically, the marketplace. It was loud, and crude…almost like a sailor cussing up a storm. He could have sworn he heard the word “cocksucker” being thrown around. That was oddly specific, but not impossible. The old soldier stood up, pulling his gloves and boots on before heading outside to see what all the fuss was about.

What he found was something impossible. At a dried meat vendor in the market was a skeleton wearing black armor and a red, torn scarf. His bones were dark, like caramel, and he wore black jeans with knee-high red boots. He thrust his finger forward at the vendor, shrieking at him in a threatening, dangerous tone, “FORTY PIECES OF GOLD? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? FOR ONE FUCKING SLAB OF JERKY? THAT’S FUCKIN’ ROBBERY!!!”

Dyrus stared in disbelief as his legs and arms refused to respond, causing him to stand in the crowd like an idiot with his good eye wide. That was… Fiend. That was himself from years ago. What was going on here? How…? The vendor looked terrified, and a crowd had gathered around… they could DEFINITELY see him. This was real.

“These are qu-quality meats, S-Sir.”

“I’LL SHOW YOU QUALITY WHEN I RIP OUT YOUR STOMACH AND TURN IT INTO A PURSE, COCKSUCKER!!!”

That was definitely Fiend. The caramel boned skeleton seemed enraged, drawing out a blood orange bone blade made entirely of magic--the crowd gasped and someone screamed, which was enough to break Dyrus out of his stupor. The time to gawk was over, he had to do something. If he was more of a man than he used to be, he could easily save innocent people from himself.

Dyrus broke out of the crowd, running towards Fiend. He thrust out his hand, grabbing the younger by the neck and yanking him backwards.

“WHAT THE FUCK--OW!!! HEY!?!?” Fiend snarled, his weapon dispelling immediately as he was dragged with ease through the streets, Dyrus bringing him down an alley into the less wealthy quarter. He didn’t want anyone to make the connection that these two were related to one another in any way. Finally, with the coast more or less clear, Dyrus slammed Fiend against the nearest wall, snarling hot breath and smoke into his face.

“You shame yourself with such acts.”

Fiend coughed and waved away the smoke, a shit eating grin on his face, but it was clear that he was pissed, a bright red eyelight in his left socket. “NICE BEARD, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ATE OUT A DRYAD.”

Ignore his comments, just keep him away from everyone else. “Shut up.”

“OR WHAT, COCKSUCKER? GONNA EAT ME OUT TOO???” Fiend laughed, a nasty growlish cackling, before he brought his knee up, slamming it into Dyrus’ stomach--it probably hurt the younger more than the older, but it at least caused Dyrus to back off, if only a little.

“You dishonor yourself behaving the way you are. You’re no better than a bandit.” It sickened him to look at the other, still trying to hide the shock from just seeing Fiend here… both eyes intact, no beard, no moss whatsoever. It was like a ghost right out of his past, untouched by years of experience, but not of failure. Oh no, Fiend knew of failure. Plenty of it. Fiend stepped forward, giving the finger before dragging a bright red and orange, dripping ecto tongue along the digit, “WHAT DO I CARE ABOUT HONOR? RATHER BE A BANDIT THAN GET FUCKED BY THE SYSTEM HERE. HE WAS TRYING TO ROB ME. EVERY OTHER COCKSUCKER THERE DIDN’T HAVE TO PAY AS MUCH!!”

Dyrus stood his ground, not in the least bit unnerved by the other. Ever since the Incident last year, where the Necromancer had summoned every skeleton in Ebott to go to Hotlands, and cause them to go berserk… well. People hadn’t fully put away their fears and bitterness. Monsters were monsters and yet, they distrusted their own kind, setting skeletons apart from them.

Stigma and discrimination were everywhere, even among monsterkind. Dyrus knew that, and of course he hated it, but attacking people wouldn’t solve shit. It was selfish to think that was all it took. “I know it’s unfair, but you need to put a lid on your temper. I won’t let you hurt anyone for any reason, and especially not for fun.”

That seemed to knock the smile off Fiend’s face, and it was his turn to growl, “WHO’S DOING ANYTHING FOR FUN? I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET SOMETHING FOR THE KID TO EAT!!!”

The kid?

Fiend gestured to the right, and Dyrus turned--he felt like his soul was drained from his bones as he gazed upon… himself. This wasn’t Fiend, nor Dyrus. No, this was a child, a nine-year-old skeleton wearing a scrappy orange t-shirt and roughed up brown shorts. His bones were an off-white color, and his jaw was too big for him to close properly. There was a bandage around his skull, hiding some fractures underneath. The kid looked away, rubbing his arm.

“...I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE GONNA THREATEN THE GUY…” the child muttered, though still loud enough with that growlish voice.

“Beartrap…” Dyrus found himself speaking, unable to help himself. At the utterance of the name, the child’s gaze snapped up.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!!! I HATE IT WHEN THEY CALL ME THAT!!!” He balled his fists and maintained his ground, trying not to look scared, but most certainly bothered.

Fiend laughed, “WHAT, BEAR TRAP??? I DUNNO, IT’S A FUCKIN’ SICK NAME, KID. OWN IT!!!”

This was… surreal. What was happening…? How could these ghosts be here?

He’d run so far, and yet his past caught up with him. It always found a way.

#drabble ;;#(my art #art ;;#lore ;;#event: From the Past

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I live on a busy street in my city known as the nightlife street, so to speak. I work graveyard at a 24 hour fast food chain, it's been 2 weeks since I started and SO much has happened it's wild. This is going to be kind of long. Tw for stalking, drugs, and alcohol. • the first story is from before I even start working, I had gone in to grab my schedule since we gotta go in the store to do so (I don't mind since I live a minute walk away) and as I'm leaving a coworker confirms the pronunciation of my name. A customer who was also just leaving overhears this, addresses me by name and asks if he can walk me home. I'm obviously decline in the politest way possible since this guy knows I'm staff there and speed walk away. I usually shortcut through alleyways but I didn't this time just in case the guy was following me. I'm never too concerned since I always have a knife (for "dogs" if police ask) and I know a good amount of martial arts as well as I usually surprise people with retaliation since for whatever reason no one expects a 4'9" to be strong and assertive. • on my first shift I didn't really know how to do anything at all and it was relatively busy so the people meant to be training me couldn't so I just cleaned everything. One man in the store had walked in and sat down for about half an hour before ordering. I was doing something completely different, not interacting with this guy at all when he looks at me and asked what my name is short for. My name is Astra and it is short for something but I was confused because in no way is my name common and for other people with it it's usually not short for something so it was weird this guy knew and just asked that. I mumbled something about how it was short for a long 11 letter name that was hard to pronounce and went back to what I was doing. He asked to use the washroom and in this store employees need to go with the customer to the washroom to input a code to let them in. I do that and we have his food ready for half an hour or so before he exits the washroom and grabs it. My coworker comes to confirm with me that he did in fact just leave the washroom because it was kind of weird but since we were both new we thought nothing of it. For the next two hours of my shift (all the way up until I leave) this guy is staring at me and grinning. It's the creepiest shit ever I'm just trying to sweep and clean tables I don't reaaaally get what's so interesting. When it comes time to leave I sneak out the back door so he doesn't see me. • during the same previous shift another guy had walked in, walked three fourths of the way to the washroom (while the other guy was in one) and walked out. He came back later, bought food, and I'm pretty sure he sold weed to the other guy? I'm not 100% sure and I didn't really know who to say anything to do I didn't say anything. The second guy asks to use the washroom and I let him into a different one from the previous guy and he's in there all the way up until I leave. • my second and third shifts were on a Friday night (9pm-12am and 2-5am) so it was fairly wild. I was asked not to let anyone into the washroom because people would try to side step rules with me because I was new (I have a big button on my shirt that lets em all know) and several people got wicked mad at me for that? One girl shouted about how letting someone into a washroom shouldn't be that hard for someone who is new and honestly I don't understand what's so hard to get there's all kinds of people we don't want to let into the washroom and I didn't know what to look for yet lol • I was one time cleaning tables when this guy who was gone staggers in and collapses in a booth in the back and passes out. My manager goes to wake him up and he mumbles something before passing out again. Emergency services were called and a few bystanders, maybe friends? We're concerned about this guy. Ems crew shows up, wakes him up and they're like well he doesn't need our help and leave. I'm just standing there like ? Hey this guy who can barely move passed out in our restaurant he's either got alcohol poisoning or he's OD'd? The bystanders go get the emergency crews and they escort him out. • I don't remember what shift this was, I think it was the following Saturday night, similar hours so I had a two hour break between. There was one guy who entered the store soon after I came in for my second shift and never purchased anything. He was there for literally my entire shift. While I was trying to sweep or clean tables or something he called out to me like "What time do you get off work, kid?" Okay. Weird. I answered something vague like in a bit or a few hours or something and resumed what I was doing. He followed that up with "how old are you?" I'm a very small person, as previously mentioned, with a baby face and no makeup. I get mistaken for 12 or 15 all the time so he probably thought I was around there. (Which is kind of silly because I don't think it's legal for anyone under 18 to work graveyard) so I just respond with "older than I look!" And walk away. He leaves me alone for a few hours and in the time a few things happen like the discovery of some graffiti in the restaurant that said something like "what gives you the creeps? The unknown, the watchers, the wandering dead or me?" Which was like.. okay. Another guy who was super out of it lectures me because he thought I was giving their group weird looks when I think I was just looking over there to see if I could sneak in to sweep around them. (There's this little corner that large groups always sit in for whatever reason, it's cosy but there's only two small tables in it.) the guy from earlier eventually asks me if he can use the washroom and I ask if he's made a purchase (as our washrooms are for customers only which I think is reasonable) and he gestures to a random person and is like yeah my friend did. I roll my eyes cause I just wanna get back to work so I'm like whatever okay can you leave your bags with him while I let you in (another rule we have is no bags in the washroom which again I think is reasonable considering our location.) he responds telling me he needs his bags with him so he can do something in the washroom. That is an automatic no, my friends. I tell him like three times he can't bring his bags into the washroom with him and he eventually gives it up and chills in the store for an hour or so longer up until I leave. I leave through the back door again because this guy literally asked when my shift ended and how old I was so I think it's safe to assume he wanted to follow me home lol • nothing too eventful happens for my next few shifts, I just get better at my job and what not. I have another kind of split shift on the following Friday night (12/22) it's wicked crazy cause people are going to Christmas parties and stuff and since bars in this province close at 2am that's when our restaurant gets super busy. So much happened in this night I'm going to split it up, first thing being some guy who was drunk out of his mind forgetting an entire case of beer in our store. Thanks dude. • one guy walked in and just sat down in the back corner of the store where we can't see from the counter. My trainer tells me this is my opportunity to practice telling people to leave because I'm definitely going to have to in the future. I walk up to this guy and let him know if he doesn't make a purchase within the next five minutes he was going to have to leave. He's like k and we give him five minutes. I approach him again and let him know since he hasn't made a purchase he was going to have to leave. He know has a friend who starts arguing with me saying he was just about to buy something for him. We let him do that, it's whatever, he gets two apple pies (they're like the ones my boy McD's has) and we decide to give them 15 minutes because they were already rude and that's enough to eat an apple pie. In this time the friend asks if he can use the washroom, and he's being super fake polite now, calling me angel and stuff. Uncomfortable. I ask him to leave his bag and he does and I let him in the washroom. More friends have accumulated by this point. First friends leaves the washroom, locking the deadbolt before closing the door so it's left ajar which we have zero tolerance for. I approach the group of maybe 7 or so people now and ask them all to leave. They get mad at me and are saying stuff like we made a purchase! You can't tell us to leave! (Surprise, yes I can) and I tell them they have minutes. There's a few MORE now and they've started accumulating in the little hallway the washrooms are in. I tell them they need to leave and they argue some more and eventually one just says no. I respond Okay! And turn on my heel and walk away. The guy who said no was like.. wait wait I'm just kidding! And my trainers like aight we've given em many warnings it's time to call the police. As I'm doing that they see me on the phone describing them and realize what's up. Some book it, one guys yells about how our service is terrible and how we are ridiculously rude and how he's never coming back, yada yada we all ignore him. It's busy and we don't have time for this. They all manage to leave before the police get there. • a group of three people, I think my age, walk in and ask to use the washroom. They're told to order food so one guy does and I got to let the other two (a couple) into the washrooms. I open the family one first (our men's washroom is out of order) and turn around to open the female one. I hear the family washroom door close behind me and turn around once I have the woman's washroom open. They had both gone into the family one. Okay. Cool and also Why. My trainers just staring at me and is like.. Astra.. did they just both go into the same one? And I'm like.. yeah ? The manager goes and yells at them to get out and the girl comes up to the counter and tries to tell us she ordered a root beer and we didn't give it to them. We are able to access our order history to check but before we need to do that the manager who took the order was already saying like.. you did not order a root beer you were going to order a coffee and changed your mind? And she's like well you should give me a free root beer since you didn't hear me correctly. While this is going on her boyfriend is like.. slowly dragging her away while she's whining about how she wants root beer. At our door we have this little device for customers to use to rate our service using smiley faces and frowny faces and she goes to give us all frownies. She forgot to press submit so it didn't even go through. Hilarious. •one of the new boys in the kitchen disappears for like ten minutes to go to the washroom and when he returns we're like hey what gives dude. He apologizes and informs us the washroom was trashed with bloody pads and some .. liquid.. all over the floor and a used needle in the little menstrual product disposal. (This is all in the family washroom which is SUPER) the poor guy tasked himself with tidying it up even though that's the front rooms job. My trainer told me she was going to show me what we do when we find a needle (cause it ain't going to be the last time lol) and we find an empty can of alcohol in the garbage as we're emptying it. Very interesting and really cool. •my manager caught someone flat out drinking alcohol in the open at like 4 am, I didn't notice because it was the kind of premixed energy drink with vodka and she just let me know so I know to look closely. (If I catch anyone I was told to just take it and dump it out, if they can see me do it it's better lol) •in my store we have not one but two panic buttons. If you press that, armed police will show up within minutes. It's for if you're being attacked or robbed. Haven't had to use it yet lol

#tw #trigger warning #fuck customers #cashier problems #submission

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the world as we thought we know it

Ed. Note -- As I wrote this blog this morning, yet another Ontario family is moving into my neighbourhood, escaping the clutches of a tyrannical woke Ontario (their words, not mine) for the peace of the east coast. I’m pretty sure when this all shakes out this town is going to be radically changed for years to come, but here’s to hoping. - Jim

I know, ya’ll think my tinfoil hat is on too tight these days. Maybe it is, and maybe that’s not a bad thing, but at this point does it even matter, we are watching a train wreck of epic proportions and no one seems to care. It’s like the words from Trooper’s Santa Maria, “But nobody moved, from where they were laying, cause nobody really cared”. I guess Netflix and Chill means more than I had thought.

I was watching (listening) to Scott Adams last evening as I do every few nights and for those who don’t know Scott, He’s the guy who draws Dilbert, and hosts a daily vlog (or whatever the kids are calling them these days) which I enjoy, as there are few left leaning types I can really listen too, and he’s one of the best. We don’t often agree, but the past few nights he and I have been in lockstep on a few things, and that’s very rare but interesting when it happens. Last night however it was something he said about midway through his podcast that really caught my attention. He started out by saying that as you get pulled “behind the curtain” (a showbiz reference I guess) you get to see/learn things that most of the world doesn’t, as if the elites really do run the world (hint: they do) and he teased the crowd by saying something to the effect that he learned something this week that’s bigger than any news story, something so large it would shift people’s minds completely. He went on to say that he couldn’t say what it was because they’d come after him, but that people should question more of what they see and hear. He framed it in the context that people would not even believe the truth if they heard it.

I agree 100%. I believe the average person on this planet now is so afraid, confused, and polarized that they don’t know which way is up, hell just the fact that the world rolled over so quickly makes me sad, but it wasn’t unexpected. We are weak, soft, entitled humans.

As much as you want to deny it, we are in the world’s largest Psyops experiment right now. Governments are pushing the boundaries of human endurance, and we are beginning to turn on one another, whether it’s for not wearing a government mandated facial shaming device when outside your home, or if your neighbours son, fresh home from out-of-province school is out on the patio on his tablet chatting with his best girl when he’s suppose to be self isolating in the basement chained to the wall and fed with a stick.

Disclaimer: Yes, it’s a particularly bad flu. Yes, people will die from it. Yes we should be cautious and prevent catastrophe.

Speaking of being cautious, what is up with the average person beating down their neighbours in the rush to get an experimental unapproved chemical concoction thrust into their arms? WTF dude?

I’ll never understand that mentality. Yes, vaccines save lives and can stop the spread of viruses. Yes vaccines form part of any strategy to manage a pandemic, but it’s just one part. The idea that people are lining up 9 months after a vaccine is started into development for a “new” coronavirus and calling for a mandate to compel every human to take this vaccine is absurd.

It’s madness.

First of all, the concoction they are jabbing into your arms at 0.5 mg/dose isn’t even technically a vaccine. The CDC states a vaccine is “a product that stimulates a Peron’s immune system to produce immunity to a specific disease. It also defines Immunity as part of the vaccination process to say you can be exposed to the disease without becoming infected.

The current “vaccines” do neither. You can still become sick, and you can still spread it, there are several examples from Washington State, Florida, and Pennsylvania right now where fully vaccinated individuals now have the Coronavirus.

So why get the jab if you can still get it (albeit not be as sick) but you can still spread it? Why are we on a full out campaign war on “getting the jab” followed closely by “vaccination passports”.

It’s about control. It’s about gaining your compliance when told to do something. It’s about stripping your freedoms away all the while you feel like you don’t need them anyway.

I posted a video on social media yesterday of a Pastor of a Calgary church on Good Friday telling a bunch of Calgary police to leave the property and not come back without a warrant. He was very passionate in his calls for them to leave, and believe me when I say that video made me feel great despite the insults he was hurling at my brother’s and sister’s who were sent there to bring justice to the community.

Watch the video, it does a heart good.

Why? Because we have something called the Bill of Rights, and despite the fact it’s “granted” by our “government” it’s the only thing that holds this country together under one set of guiding principles, and despite some doctors proclamation of doom and gloom, people have the right to practice religion, they have freedom of speech, and security of the person and property. Our forefathers fought and died for those rights and we should be a bit more like the Pastor in preserving them. He’s a Polish pastor, who knows what happens when a government is allowed to run unchecked and what happens to the population when it does, and he wasn’t having any of it.

But the more telling story isn’t his fire and brimstone sermon aimed at the poor police (I bet his Good Friday sermon was off the charts!), it was what the police did next.

They left. As Monty Python would sing with a minstrel or two, “They turned their tails and ran they did, they turned their tails and ran and hid). Sorry, but the police don’t just leave when a crime has been committed, or they feel a crime will be committed by the parties in question. He literally shouted them away. Why did they leave?

Likely for a couple reasons. One, they didn’t want to be there in the first place. They were following orders or were dispatched to the church because some politician or Karen felt there were too many people practicing their religion on the holiest of days in the church. Two, they knew there were no grounds to be there because of the recent court ruling that freed the other Alberta pastor who was jailed for holding religious services, remember him? In Canada we jail religious leaders.

Say that again real slow. In Canada, we jail human beings who bring comfort and relief to those who need it in the name of a higher power under a constitutionally protected provision of religious freedoms. Or at least we used to. Now we are no better than the backwater republics we shamed as the former leader of the free world.

So if they knew the courts were not going to support them, why bother? That’s a great question.

I’m not even a religious person, we had Chinese (am I allowed to say that?) food for supper Easter Sunday, but I will fight for your right to practice yours just as hard as I’ll fight against any government mandating forced vaccinations or passports against freedoms.

Over a year ago we were told it was 15-days to “bend the curve” to get back to the “new normal” and such and now look at us a year later at the hands of a government run amok led by over-jealous reality tv stars who haven’t the first clue how to govern and couldn’t stick a hot poker in a snow bank to save their lives.

Folks we are rolling over at an alarming rate and accepting the removal of our rights and freedoms under suspicious circumstances, and you can “tin foil hat” me all day long, I don’t care. Things don’t add up, there’s too many red flags flying and yet as a society we simply want to turn to those “in charge” and say “Please sir, may I have some more”.

They say you won’t miss it until it’s gone and I firmly believe this to be true, especially when it comes to things like mobility rights. Imagine now if they do require vaccinations before you can travel, work, shop etc., (especially ones that provide no protection to others and only minimize your symptoms). We haven’t even talked about those who’ve died, or those who have had their lives changed forever from the initial side effects of the vaccines.

Yes, I said initial. What will happen a year from now as the COV-SARS-19 virus continues to produce hundreds of variants a day (despite what they want you to focus on like some B.1.1.3 etc.) and you come to find out in that rush to get jabs in the arms that the vaccination of the older population first drives the virus into the younger people who then start getting sicker than they originally did because the virus is morphing to stay alive. That’s right, things like Antibody Dependant Enhancement[1] can occur when you start messing with the human bodies abilities to fight off disease naturally as it has for hundreds of thousands of years.

All I’d ask is for you to do your research and have informed consent before you get the jab, and don’t shame others’ who chose not to for their own personal reasons. Like me. I won’t be getting the jab because there’s no compelling reason for me to do so at this time. I’m relatively healthy (Yes, I’m obese so I fall into that risk category) but I have no real heath issues aside from the extra weight I carry around, and I know how to protect myself from the virus, so I’m choosing not to get vaccinated. I. Or people like me, shouldn’t be shamed because our beliefs are different from yours, and the solution doesn’t solve the problem, you only think it does because that’s what you are being told. \

Make your own decision and live with it. If I get the COVID and get sick enough (4% of my age category) to be hospitalized, so be it. I’ll take my chances on that versus being forced to have a chemical injected into my body that will do Gawd knows what to my immune system or any other system for that matter.

The other thing that just baffles me is how people actually believe the flu was eradicated this year. Sorry, are you serious? Do you think every single person in Canada was so diligent at washing their hands that we had no flu season this year?

I should have been a real estate salesperson in Florida selling swampland to tourists. Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea for the next phase.

Anyway, wash your hands, stay socially distant, stay home if you’re sick, and wear a government mandated facial shaming device so you can conform and not be publically humiliated by Karen at Costco as you go to give your Easter offerings to the commerce Gods when you aren’t allowed to go to church to pray to whatever God the constitutions protects your right to bow to.

Get it yet?

Jim Out.

[1] Informed consent disclosure to vaccine trial subjects of risk of COVID-19 vaccines worsening clinical disease, Timothy Cardoza, Ronald Veazey

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In Time

pairing: Jimin x [y/n] genre: angst, idk anymore warnings: none????? word count: 2382

this was inspire by monsta x’s - in time

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There it was again with its oddly soothing yet haunting melody that once lulled Jimin to sleep. The little dancer boy continued to twirl, along with its little dancer girl beside him. It has been so long since Jimin has last seen you - and that last time was when the incident happened, which caused the two of you to separate and never meet again.

“No, [y/n], you won’t have a bright future if you keep on insisting on taking up such ridiculous dreams.” your grandfather barked, hand tightly wrapped around your arm as you tried to wiggle your way out from his frasp - eyes glistening with tears as you looked at Jimin, pleading him to do something. “I will have a bright future, and I’ll prove it to you. If you think so lowly of dancing, then it just shows how uneducated you are--” Each and every word that flowed from your mouth angered your grandfather more by the second. Rage boiled through his veins, and soon, realizing what you have done has hurt his ego. He barely had the chance to think of his actions when his hand came swinging down on your cheeks - the loud crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. Gasps then followed, eye widen in surprise as they couldn’t believe what just happened.

Soon, pain started to spread all throughout your cheek as it glowed in a bright shade of red - the same shade of red that matched your grandfather’s hand. The excruciating pain was enough to have your tears brim down your cheeks. “This unforgivable act of your will only lead you to failure,” your grandfather gritted his teeth as he shot your parents a knowing glare. “I gave the two of you enough time to mold this child into someone who’s going to receive a ton of praises, and yet here she is, a spoiled brat that has lowly dreams." Glancing at his men, your grandfather briefly nods his head and you were then soon taken away. Screams were then heard, and Jimin, being only thirteen at that time, only had the choice staring at you with eyes screaming in pain. He was tightly held back by his parents, stopping him creating additional rucus.

“Where do you think you’re taking her, dad?!” your mother screamed, arms flailing as she tried to tackle her father - but only to be stopped by your father. “You don’t need to know, honey. It’s your fault that this happened,” The words that left his mouth was already enough to have your mother bawling her eyes out in anger, heart aching to see her daughter taken away for some foolish reason. “Now that my job here is finished, I shall take my leave then.”

The men trailed behind your grandfather’s retreating figure. Everyone was left devastated at the sudden happenings, and with sad eyes, all they could do was pray for your safety - except for Jimin, who have had enough of the crap that was happening. Pulling his arms away from his parents grasps, he stared at the four adults standing before him. His chests was rising up and down, huffing and puffing as he tried to hold back his tears. “How could you just let that happen?! You know that she loves to dance, you know that her dream was to be on stage!” He screamed loud enough for everyone to hear. “You know that it was OUR dream of becoming dancers. And yet, here you are, you can’t even stop that old man from taking her away from you.”

“Jimin!” Mr. Park, Jimin’s father, yelled. Jimin was getting out of hand with his words but despite the sudden raise of voice from his father, this didn’t stop him from continuing. “If you think that this is disrespecting, then what do you call the actions that the old man did? Wasn’t that disrespecting [y/n]’s decisions?”

“You know what, I’m out. I’ve had enough of this nonsense.”

Poking the little dancer boy with his slender finger, Jimin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. His heart continues to ache when he’s reminded of your smile, your laugh, or even just you in general. You were his everything, you were his partner, you were his twin, and you were his best friend. The bestest friend that a boy could ever have. Yet, here he was, staring at the music box that you both once shared a long time ago.

“I should stop this,” he mutters under his breath as he was once again reminded of you.

Lifting his hand to close the tiny music box, he stops midway as he couldn’t bring himself to close it when his eyes landed on the little dancer boy. It was just like back in the days, the two of you joined the same dance class. The two of you paired up and being just little kids, both of you tried your best in learning the contemporary dance that was taught to the two of you. All of the hours of practice paid off as the two of you received good remarks from the teachers - encouraging the two of you to hone your talents and pursue your dreams in becoming one of the world’s well-known dancers.

“Jimin-ah, come on! We need to practice more.” the eight year old you beamed, extending a hand to the eight year old Jimin - meeting his sweet eyes that soon vanished as he flashed you his signature smile. “Fine, this will be the last for tonight right?” he asked as he wrap his hand around yours. “Yes, yes! After this, let’s grab some ice cream before we head home okay?” Giggling at your silly antics, Jimin just nodded his head in response.

Soon, you were the one who is being dragged in the center of the room. “Stay there while I ready the music.” Jimin commanded as he rushed towards the small casset player, pressing on the play button and rushing back to you with a big smile - positioning the two of you before the beat started.

“Ready?” he asked with eyes staring right into yours. “Ready.” and with that, the two of you focused on your steps. Letting the melody take over your every limb, the two of you continued to do the steps until the music slowly died down. “That was great!” you squealed in glee. Your hands was wrapped around Jimin’s, twirling him around with a big smile plastered on both of your faces.

Coming into an abrupt stop, along with fruity laughs leaving your lips, Jimin looks at you once again in the eyes. “Hey [y/n], let’s stay by each other’s side until we achieve our dreams of becoming one of the well-known dancers in the entire world okay?” Jimin holds up his pinky in front of your face, making you burst out laughing.

“Okay, I promise.” Without any hesitation, you linked your pinky with his and beamed. “Now, how about we go grab some ice cream?” You asked as you grabbed both of your bags. “Alright, let’s go.” Turning off the lights, Jimin and you skipped your way out of the studio with arms linked around each other.

Throughout the whole walk back to your neighborhood, Jimin couldn’t help but smile to himself, his heart soon engulfed with the warm feeling of having you by his side - smiling from ear to ear.

“Hey, [y/n],” Jimin called out as he finally sights both of your family’s apartments. Receiving a soft ‘mmm’ as a response from you, Jimin looks up at the starry night and said, “Don’t leave me, no matter what happens okay?” Weirded out by his sudden remark, you couldn’t help but stop him with eyebrows furrowed. “I would never leave you, Jimin. And if I ever I do, I would swear to come back and find you.” Jimin coudln’t help but laugh at your response.

“That’s a relief. It’s getting late already, come on!”

And yet, here he was, the only one left to finally achieve that dream. “Damn it, Jimin, just close the thing already!” Slamming the music box shut, Jimin couldn’t help but slowly fall on to his knees - heart aching at how much he’s missed you, at how much he just wants to see your face one last time, and at how his life felt so empty without you in it. She’ll be sad when he sees you like this, Jimin grits his teeth in frustration, fingers curling up into fists until his knuckles turned white. He knew that his conscience was right but wasn't it unfair for him? Wasn't it unfair for him to be the only one to feel such emotions when he doesn't even know if you remember him or not?

"Hey, get a hold of yourself, Jimin. This won't help you get through this if you're going to be like that." The voice of his older friend was enough to have his emotions to finally explode. It was never a bad thing to let all the pent-up emotions just spill away. “But isn’t it unfair, hyung? Being the only one to feel such pain, isn’t that unfair?” Jimin questions as he looks back at the older lad standing right by the door, looking at him with a glint of sadness in their eyes.

“Yoongi hyung, answer me.” the younger lad pleaded with eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.. ever since they left without leaving any trace of where they’d take her, do you think that I’d be in the right state of mind after that?”

Yoongi couldn’t bear to see his younger brother like this, he couldn’t bear another day to see him breaking down whenever he opens the damned music box that held all the memories of the two of you.

“I know where you can find her, Jimin,” Yoongi says while pulling out an envelope out from his coat. For the past years, Yoongi didn't speak of his plan of looking for you. He searched at every nook and cranny of each province, and to the extent, he even searched for you in the States, in hopes of finding you there before resuming his search on the other provinces that were left unsearched. And after all those hard work and effort, he was finally able to trace you down. You were living in Busan, laying low and slowly honing your skills in dancing after how many years of being isolated in a claustrophobic room with books that screamed expectations and toxicity.

"What?" Every single word that left Yoongi's lips sounded like a different language to him, and just hearing your name had his mind spinning. "I bought you a ticket back to Busan. She just recently moved there, in hopes of having a new life there." Walking up to the younger lad, Yoongi abruptly stops right in front of him and kneels down to hand him the white envelope. "Here," taking his hands in his, he carefully yet firmly places the envelope in his palms and smiles. "I know how much she means to you, so I decided to look for her on your behalf... I'm sorry if it took hyung so long to find her."

Staring at his palms, Jimin couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Unable to utter a response, Yoongi couldn’t help but ruffle the younger one’s hair before letting out the words that had Jimin bowing his head down on the floor with gratitude. “Your mom also helped in searching for her, and when I told her that I found her, she had already readied your things in hopes to see you smile.”

"T-thank you so much, hyung.” Jimin cries out as he continues to have his head down on the floor, staining it with nothing but the tears that he shed. The warmth of Yoongi’s hand rubbing his back was enough to have him ease up. “Come on, stop crying. We wouldn’t want you to miss the plane, would we now?” Lifting his head up to meet the soft smile plastered on Yoongi’s face, Jimin slowly finds his smile back and soon enough, he pulls the older one into a hug. “Thank you, hyung. I owe you a lot for this.”

“Now, come on, your ride’s waiting for you.”

Various types of music danced through the walls of the building that stood right in front of Jimin. It was a place filled with greenery, a place to keep the people there at bay from potential problems and stress. Quietly making his way to the room where you were currently practicing in, Jimin could feel his heart rate rise at the thought of seeing you. It was just like how he felt when he realized that you were the one that he wanted to spend his life with ever since day one of your friendship.

Peeking through the tiny window of the door, as if the heavens have heard his prayers, he sees you gracefully dancing to the melody. A melody that felt so familiar to have Jimin feel the gush of adrenaline rushing through his veins. You were so engrossed in letting the melody take over your whole body that you had your eyes closed. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob, he slowly twists it open - allowing his body to enter the studio with ease. He was able to see you, finally. Slowly walking up towards you, he didn’t dare to let you out from his sight as he was scared that you might disappear like a dream.

The bag that he was holding was then dropped on the floor when you finally opened your eyes, stopping on the spot as the music finally died down. “J... Jimin?” you ask as you watch him cover his mouth, eyes soon brimming down with tears that he had held back for so long. Without answering you, Jimin didn’t think twice but to run towards you and pull you into his arms after how long God knows.

Burying his face in your shoulders, Jimin finally lets out the words that he has longed to say to you. “You don’t know how much I missed you, [y/n]. M-my life has been so empty when you left.” The smell that you once were so used to finally dances through your nose, letting the thought of having Jimin hugging you for the first time after how many years finally sink in. Without much hesitation you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you cherish the feeling of having him in your arms. Oh, how long have you yearned for his touch, his voice and just everything about him.

All those years of being separated from him felt like you were losing yourself. “Is it really you?” Jimin asks, hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls away from the hug. His eyes continued to glisten with tears as he stared at your face, taking in your beauty as he starts to imprint these beautiful features in his mind. He couldn’t believe that he’d be staring at the eyes that he loved the most, the pair of eyes that always had him losing himself in the depths of it. Nodding your head in response, you lean in to rest your forehead against his. “It’s me, Jimin. Oh God, I missed you too so much Jimin,” you mutter under your breath as you continued to take in the moment.

With the sudden appearance of the person whom you loved the most was overwhelming enough to have you bursting out into tears when you finally, finally realized that everything was real - it was just like in your dreams every night. "How’d you find me?” you voice out once you felt the warmth of his thumbs when he wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks. “A friend of mine helped me... he searched for you for years until he found you here - at the place where everything started for the two of us.”

However, everything seemed to crash down as you realized that you’ll be taken again once more if your grandfather hears about you meeting Jimin. You were slowly losing your cool, your eyes shaking as you suddenly felt helpless. “J-jimin... I’d be taken away if grandfather’s men see you here.” you voice out, heart slowly being wrapped around the hands of fear. “But I just arrived. [y/n], don’t let him take over your life... don’t let him take you away from me again.” The tears of happiness that streamed down Jimin’s cheeks were now replaced with tears of sadness, fear, and anger. He hated the thought of having you taken away from him after all these years.

He had you in his arms now, but he’s gonna lose you once again. “I can’t, Jimin, I just can’t... I’m scared--”

“Run away with me, [y/n]. I can give you the life that you’ve always wanted. I just... don’t want you to disappear.” Jimin pleads as he cups your hands. “I love you so much, [y/n]. I really do and just thinking about losing you again pains me. It feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I’d just let go of you when I’ve finally found you.” He loves me? you thought as you stared at him. He loves me just the way I l loved him all these years despite being gone for how long God knows?

"You love me?”

Nodding his head, Jimin tightens his grip on your hands and said, “I loved you since the day we met, [y/n], and still will I continue to love you. Just don’t leave me like how you left me before. I can’t lose you now.. so please, please run away with me.”

It was as if Jimin was sent by the heavens above as the light to finally guide you back into your life - out from the grasp of darkness. Running away with him would give you eternal happiness. There would be no more constant pressure on your behalf and the constant of fear will soon vanish - as it was Jimin, who would continue to love you for who you are and who would continue to support you in achieving the dream that you both once promised each other.

“Let’s make a new life together, [y/n]. Just you and me.”

The thought of making a new life together had your eyes sparkle, just the way how it sparkled way back when everything was fine with just you and Jimin in the picture. “I’ll run away with you,” after some time of thinking it through, you were finally determined to leave the past behind you and live your life with him. With his hand already in yours, you smile at him and tug him towards the exit after picking up both of your bags.

“Come on, let’s go. We have to go an grab some ice cream before starting our new life together.” Chuckling at how you’ve never changed, Jimin nods his head and takes in both of your bags in his hand and leads you out of the building. The walk was quiet but it was comforting in a way that you didn’t want to end it. With his hand in yours, it was ethereal and you wouldn’t want to trade anything for it.

“Hey, Jimin,” you call out as you look up at the sky, watching the flock of birds fly with such grace and unison. “What is it?” He asks, his gaze now fixated on you.

“Thank you and I love you.” Watching how the corner of his lips tug upwards, you shyly stopped him before planting a kiss on his lips - a seal to commemorate your love and life with him. Jimin, who was caught off-guard, couldn’t help but smile at your crazy antics. Raising both of your hands up to his lips, he softly kisses the back of your hand and looks away with his smile never leaving his lips.

“I love you too, [y/n].”

a/n: it has been a long time since i’ve last written a legit scenario/fanfic(??). so i apologize if ever there are misspelled words, sentences that are structured wrongly, or wrong grammar ;; but i hope you guys enjoy(?) or like this scenario with Jimin. i’ve been thinking of writing more scenarios of bts, so i might post more in the future. and this post is also to commemorate another milestone for this Tumblr page of mine, which is reaching 2k followers! thank you, everyone, for being with me throughout these past months and for making me a part of your life here on Tumblr. I hope you guys have a good day/night!

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I’d like to request Aomine scenario when he met his ex gf in the train(she’s pregnant with another man’s kid but the man didn’t want the kid and left her) what should he do to makes her back to him?? Thanks :)

I’m so sorry if this took too long! Here you go! 🌸

Thank you for requesting! 💋

Aomine ran his fingers through his hair in exhaustion, walking inside the train and sitting on some seat. It’s been a long day despite being on vacation, and all he wanted now was to go home and rest.

Until he landed eyes on a certain someone.

The train door closed just right after she walked in, her head lowered and a frown on her face, but despite that, Aomine recognised her. She sighed and leaned by the window, all the seats occupied.

They were lucky the train wasn’t too low quality. And rush hour was still in a few hours, so the train wasn’t cramped, too.

Aomine couldn’t help but act. “(Name)?”

She turned her head, her eyes widening at the sight of Aomine. They locked eyes for a while, but she looked away and walked farther away from him.

He managed to catch up and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, is that really you? What’s the matter?” he asked, his gaze lowering to see where her hand was placed. Then he realised a small bump was forming on her belly.

“You.. all this time?” he questioned, his voice trailing off. She brushed his hand away and glared up at him.

“It’s not yours.” she looked away. “It’s from that.. other guy. I don’t even want to mention his name. He doesn’t want the child.”

Aomine led her to his previous seat and insisted her to sit down while he leaned on the train walls beside her, listening to what she had to say and asking question when it was necessary.

Their relationship wasn’t too awkward cause they broke up due to ‘not being sure’ anymore, not the cheating and other stuff like that. Figures why they’re still friends. It’s been more than a year since they last saw each other.

If Aomine had to be honest, he still loved her. They were together for about 2 years, but it wasn’t even his idea to break up. He tried to get her back, but he didn’t know where she was. And now.. seeing her so broken and sad, it made him mad. Who could do such a thing?

“He drugged me.” she said at last. “I can’t believe I’m that low. Drinking and all that. I wish I could bring back the past and be happy again. I regret that decision. My life is a complete mess.” she frowned, wiping away some tears that fell down.

Aomine sighed. “So, that guy just gave you the child and you suddenly became such a negative lady? You’re not the (Name) I’m looking for.”

“Bring back the past, eh?” Aomine darted his eyes away from her and outside the window, watching as they passed by trees and fields.

“But I’m guessing you’re happily in a relationship, too?” she faked a smile and glanced up at him.

The blue head rolled his eyes. “Not really. I’ve got a job and all, I’ve still got Momoi and the others as my friends, I’m just having a short vacation. Figures why I’m here in a provincial land.”

“Which coincidentally turns out to be my province.” she smiled, sighing in relief as if everything was comforting to her.

Aomine slightly tilted his head to hide his blush. Maybe he was here to try and find her, but hey, he couldn’t help but admit that her land was really pretty and calming.

“You’re not going to abort the child, are you?” the tanned man asked out of nowhere. She flashed him an ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“No, never.” she said, her voice soft. “I’m 3 months pregnant. Just so you know. But I’m not going to give this child up, she’s mine. I’m the only one she has.”

Aomine scowled. “You’re still so dense.”

“Me? Dense?” she looked around as if Aomine was talking to someone else.

“Yeah, you.” he narrowed his eyes. “You know what? I don’t even care if that child isn’t mine. I want you to come back to me, (Name).”

Her eyes widened on how things escalated so quickly. “Come back to me? After all I’ve done? After I left you and went to some other guy who gives me a child because I was too stupid to fall for his trickeries?”

“Don’t even get there.” he said, glancing at the man beside her who got up from his seat and move to another seat, probably annoyed by the two, I don’t know. Aomine took the opportunity to sit beside her. “You would always look at the beautiful stuff. You would ramble on and on about your child by now, you would ask me to get some ice cream or heck like that.”

“I still love you.” he said out of nowhere, enveloping her hands in his. “Don’t you remember all those things I said to you back then? Those are still true to me. You’re beautiful, you’re an amazing person, you’re so annoying it’s adorable, somewhere among those lines, your flaws, so what? They just make me love you more.”

She didn’t know what to say. How could she leave him when his heart still beats for her all this time? But right now, all those negative thoughts floated away. She smiled, but this time, he knew it was real.

“Daiki..” she said, her voice soft as uncontrollable tears escaped from her eyes. Aomine pulled her into a tight embrace. “Thank you.. I’m so happy..”

“You better be. And I’m never going to leave you.”

#Aomine Daiki #KNB #Kuroko no Basuke #Kuroko no Basket

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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For yoh 300+ in group chat..

You seek Alex to learn more

0% of yoh ask him to seek me for knowledge when he says he doesn't know nor care.

Why? Why have you done this to yourself and the world?

Why? I pay you millions of dollars and you don't have the ability to foresee if you ask him to seek me i would post here and help the entire world -- Zillions of people.

Why is this so? Why do you not have the ability to help?

Is it fear of the Alex? Fear of me?

Or you just trust me So much that you know it will work?

Remember others do not. And i do not know the questions you seek answers to until i asked.

So help me help them, if you don't understand they (the world) don't either.

Only 49% have made the correlation to human traffic Victims comfort and the Quarantine and Social Distancing.

I make it graphic, i make it so visibly disturbing that they remember and understand on a Depth level that the heart forces the mind to comply.

So seek me So i can help the world to understand. I need questions worded a certain way. Without complaints.

Oh and also all illegal aliens and evil people -- the 45% of the known population -- will now have access to their DNA4U immediately disconnected. And all money that was available will go to a charity introducing childhood chastity and for more gifts for our living and survivors.

In places where access to DNA4U is used to gain access to food and other commodities you will br jailed indefinitely.

Simple swab will reallow you into the system. So allow the officer to swab you.

.... ....

Amazon employees got credits of $300 each because i had a public fit degrading their characters. I degraded the character of each employee. For that i apologize whole heartedly with tears because i was in a panic. It was hours until my precious people were kidnapped. So please enjoy your credits to shop on smile.Amazon.com -- remember world shopping at smile.Amazon.com allows Amazon to donate money based off a percentage of your shopping price to the charity of your choice.

Using the app donates to: Thorn (9 years), Cancer Society of America which prevents cancer treatments with chemo and radiation and uses only necessary surgeries, Shoes for Kids Across America, Turtle Evaluation to keep record of my endangered sea turtles i love so much, Food Distributions for low income families and homeless.

They get 1% each of each sale made in the Amazon app. We take 5% of all sales then we put it in a pot. At the end of the month we take it and divide it by 5 then pay it out.

But at smile.Amazon.com you get to pick where your 5% goes directly to.

Amazon employees must use smile they are not allowed to purchase from the app. They must independently choose where their donations go.

When using credits up to 15% of their purchase prices will be donated. At least 7%

Susan Coleman gets 4% normally cause they send 1% to another charity so we also send another 1% to the Muscle Dystrophy of America. So they get 8% and Muscle Dystrophy of America ends up with 4%

Money does not heal all wounds so remember social distancing. Remember wealth is in your heart and not in your hands unless it is a good human body that you touch.

Susan Coleman is Susan B. Anthony so that is an exciting home school project! She made the United States of America's 13 colonies flag. And much more.

So she also designed your colonies flags when you rejoin the Union. Up to 6 choices. For some she made 10. Queen Elizabeth II don't worry about a seamstress for your honors. We in the Americas remembered to honor and love home.

So we will gift you a wall template of all 6 flags per home. Also the voted pick in multiple sizes. And your personal 2nd and 3rd votes in smaller sizes. 3x5 and then a hand waver for each pick. 2 of each for the most voted

You are colonies. May your flag wave proud from the privacy of your bedroom where you've named it a sovereign country as you are allowed to.

Your vote choices you are allowed 3 for your colony's flag. You will receive a velvet embroidered cloth flag -- velvet on both sides. The size of a Queen size bed.

Then you will receive a printed microfiber blanket that mimics velvet of the United States of America Flag and then your current local state you reside in.

for all other countries. Like Italy. Italy is broken into Provinces. You will receive 2 embroidered velvet blankets of your Flag of Italy, your Province reasoning explained On the verse side. Then you will gain long 84" sheer curtains with the Constitution of the United States legible printed on them and the Declaration of Independence.

The curtains are see through. It allows light and sight to expand in the explained mind.

Futhermore the print is dark dark the darkest of black that looks almost like you can put your hands through the curtains lettering.

The words live. They float in the breeze of the air. They enter your heart, your mind, your tummy filled with guts.

There is nothing hidden behind or in the words. You can clearly see that. The words are honest and good and what we live by via government standards.

Worldwide are curtains. Blankets also.

Alex and i love the dark in a bedroom so the blankets include a black linen fabric to protect the flags and the blankets have loops. They are discreet and blend in with the blanket in an acceptable style and fashion.

So you may like to hang them. Also you can hang on walls. And curtain hooks and so on are provided as well.

Picnics. We will have better land. So the grass will be super soft and kind to us like velvet. But if you like to claim your own space and have s more valid sense of cleanliness they would be great especially for movie in the park nights.

Keep in your car for emergencies where you don't have a coat and you end up stranded. Or you want to stay over to sleep impromptu. Because drinking or late night film watching.

Don't worry we put yours and the world favorite names on them and your soulmates too

Aleins Favorite is Cleopatra. So i have allowed that as well it will help us realize our miskates. How we were used and manipulated.

Alex's favorite is Jesus.

World Favorite... Bonnie and Clyde.

Human favorite is Echinacea.

My favorite is Sabrina Leigh Jennings-Telles... Oh and you know all the rest i do just love me to death.

Tree favorite is Super Echinacea Archive. The Sea. And Tree original names. And since we knew all the same things they called me that too. It is i crested them when we went to live underwater as mermaids. I had to leave wisdom and guidance behind. So that is their Official Name. And if you have something very serious or dear to you all trees will turn in and completely 100% focus on you and will not multi task. As they usually do. They will treat you different. Very very formal as if you rule the world. And you do. I often think each mind is it's own world.

So on either side of the blanket one side lists who the other what.

Favorite of:

Humans

Animals

Etc

The other side of the same verse of the blanket flag has a column of names that is the favorite. The "what" because you will ask "what made it their favorite?"

So animals also get flag blankets of their preferred material.

So for the names you fold the blanket length wise them open one colum side and you can easier see the matches there will be instructions included.

You will not have a family crest. You will have half a crest at the center bottom or top of some of each flag blanket. It will match to the soulmate you have. Fold one and lay it atop the other.

Also you'll have s shield for your bedroom or if family wants to design living room or hallway is the absolute best with the crest upon it.

Then in the school store you'll have it uploaded and you can buy crested gear.

So we sre bringing the Pride of the Medieval as we have survived all wars.

So surf the wars upon your couched and sofas and favorite comfy chairs... Remember ice cream time.

Savor the cow milk flavours in the future you MUST make it at home with human breast milk.

Enjoy it. Cheese should be expected also.

Next week we add Cheese to your Whine. Both are ordered to ring up cheaper world wide and kids may sip or drink sparkling cider. The white grape is alcohol free but taste JIST like wine.

Countries worldwide are in competition for lowest prices and will receive prizes. There is a minimum of $1 per item. Or one Euro. Wherever you live that translates into about $1 for some countries it's 25 cents and that is fine.

South America you'll have the same fine free. Complying to be happy is your competition.

We have happiness meters on our cruise ships believe it or not. We have big Care Bear meter in all dining halls. Because the sky is scary to some so. We can turn it off if necessary.

The sky btw is recorded live with a 3 second feed lag time. So you will actually see what is outside your ship. The Windows also. So you won't miss a thing. Even when you're laying in bed. Rooms tho are a projection t.v. not all screens. So it's not crystal clear perfect like the dining halls. Unless your room is absolutely dark aside from the projector.

So many features come with that also. Like the bed can pretend to be a kayak and you pretend to row and it actually takes you to,real life where you row in real time.

It will automatically record and save to the DBR if you are in contact with sea life. Its a pretty amazing feature. It puts you and your boat outside and so it merges the reality of what occurred. You can talk to the sea life with esp. And even pet them with your soul metaphysical and they will see you in,their mind the reality of where you are. Its amazing.

So you will,get saved what they saw and what you saw and then a merge so it's like you was out on the water for reals.

They can even take you under water to see their homes.

Its one of the most blessed contraptions I've ever made. So,much love and amazement was poured into it.

There's rules and you could get banned. But I don't think anyone would really except a wild child and they would have a therapy conscious meeting with tree to see if the ban was necessary

Like some whales will say "hit me and we will go" but when you hit its a soft gentle pat. Even if you try to wham them. So if you're whacking every sea creature you see that is not correct behavior and you must listen to each animal to see how they went to be treated.

Dolphins and some whales will jist throw you on their back and take control of your whole day.

Turtles will ask you "now would you like to go see...." "Do you want to go with me now to..."

And you must ask to pet them. "May i touch you?"

Turtles hide their soft skin in their shell. They act afraid like an abused victim.

So ships with abused victims from violence will spend a lot of time in turtle areas. Because they will feel most comfortable. They will have the understanding.

Hyper activate children that aren't gentle will also be there.

First with the shark bait undertool swamp mate. Very similar to the blue whale. He will say to touch him.

Then the transfer information to the turtle well,the turtle Didjt say? What do i do?

Hopeful the child then thinks for itself and thinks oh i should ask!

If a turtle offers a shell,ride he will give rules about touching his body.

So this is per room. It will be real animals and you mind teleport there. Using technology to help clear it in your minds.

Because of the Zulululu and Orbits we have severe damage. To,what we can see, this will heal us

I have extreme damage. Alex has none. 92% of all world population. 32% of outdoor land has damage.

My total damage is 34% but it feels like 100 sometimes

Alex says it looks like it

But when he's being good with me he will say "you're seeing the visual wrong but yoh understand"

It's good enough to rule the world.

Again i have to experience so i can heal others. Or see.

In the future i will only have to window look like I used to.

But too much damage was occurring and how ?

So for the last 58 years Alex and I have gone through every social disorder imaginable that aliens created and gave to my precious humans.

So when i say i will kill on your behalf its Because i have experienced the Hell you have. Not licked it. Ate it and died from it. I have.

Survive and Fight for my own dignity i will. I stand for you my loved ones. My humans whom have no ideas they are special.

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royalnovels-blog · 7 years

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DMWG Chapter 653

Chapter 653 Scary Thunder Jiang Chen frowned slightly when he heard what Tyrant had said. The situation before them was obvious. Sot Old Man lacked the strength to fight any of his enemies, while Tyrant and Big Yellow weren’t strong enough to fight a Fifth Grade Combat Emperor. In addition, given Jiang Chen’s current strength, he could only fight a Fourth Grade Combat Emperor. Of course that's unless he used the strength of his Saint Bone which would give him the strength to fight a Fifth Grade Combat Emperor. However, the consumption of energy when using the Saint Bone was just too large. He could only afford to use it once. Even if he could eliminate an elder among the three, he still couldn’t deal with the other two after that. At that time, his strength would decrease due to the high energy consumption of the Saint Bone. “It seems that there is only one skill that can be used.” Jiang Chen’s eyes narrowed into slits. He had to save Old Sot Man. There was only one way to defeat the three Fifth Grade Combat Emperors. It was to use the Lightning Tribulation. Exploiting the energy of that disaster would ensure that the three of them would be killed by the lightning strikes. After Jiang Chen had reached the Combat Emperor Realm, the tribulation didn’t seek for him. This was because, he knew how to control the timing of the lightning tribulation’s arrival but this could only happen between the process of advancing from First Grade Combat Emperor to the Second Grade Combat Emperor. If he pushed his grade to the Second Grade Combat Emperor, the lightning tribulation will arrive immediately. Initially, Jiang Chen had been thinking about when to let the lightning tribulation descend from the sky. If the lightning tribulation were to emerge when he’s at the Death Mountain, it would be a waste as it would be just used to damage and kill without a purpose. Moreover, if it still didn’t emerge then, he would need to find a way to advance his grade when he reached the Death Mountain. However, if he tried to ignite the power of the tribulation inside the mountain, it might activate its weakened formation. At that time, it would bring unimaginable disaster to those who entered the mountain. This meant that, everyone there including Jiang Chen himself, couldn’t escape from the unfortunate event. Due to that, he couldn't potentially bring disaster to the Death Mountain. However at this time, not only did he find a solution for that, he encountered such a perfect situation to release the disaster and kill the three elders of Freedom Palace for good at the same time, particularly Thunder Core. When Jiang Chen had contradicted him in Liang Province, he would’ve killed Jiang Chen if he wasn’t stopped by Sot Old Man. Jiang Chen was someone who always harboured bitter resentment, which meant that he had never forgotten about that matter. Today, it was Sot Old Man who was surrounded by the Freedom Palace’s men. Jiang Chen didn’t need to think twice about saving the old man. “Which skill? Don’t tell me that you are going to use the talisman given by my master.” Tyrant was stunned. “Why would I do that? That will be just a waste. I have a fine skill but the two of you can’t go to the battle, instead get as far away from me as possible. Otherwise, you guys will get caught in it. The power will be very great and it would probably be out of my control.” Jiang Chen reminded Tyrant and Big Yellow. While Tyrant was still lingering in thought, Big Yellow had already flew away to a further place. Apparently, Big Yellow had guessed what Jiang Chen was going to do. It wasn’t hard for him to guess because he saw the tribulation that Jiang Chen had brought during his advancement to the Combat Soul and Combat King realm. Therefore, another tribulation that would happen in the Combat Emperor realm wouldn’t surprise him. Tyrant still couldn’t figure out what skill Jiang Chen was going to use, but upon seeing that Big Yellow had already left, he immediately followed suit so that he wouldn’t regret not following Jiang Chen’s instruction. In the battlefield, Sot Old Man’s expression was grievous. He looked around the formation and gave out a laugh suddenly. “Haha…I, Sot Old Man, have never thought that I would die here.. Thunder Core, make your attack now. Once I have become a ferocious ghost, I’ll return to haunt you.” “Humph! Sot Old Man, I’m afraid that you won’t even have the chance to become a ghost. You’ll die here and your skill will be eliminated.” Thunder Core made a cold humph. He wanted to kill Sot Old Man so badly, and end the sufferings that had been caused by this old foe. His murderous aura erupted, letting Sot Old Man feel its ferociousness. “Three stupid old men want to bully one old man, don’t you know what shame is?” At this moment, a rough voice coming from afar was heard. “Who is it?!” The three elders shouted out of surprise, as they turned simultaneously towards the source of the sound. Sot Old Man also did the same. As he turned, he saw a good-looking young man in blue with his arms crossed behind his back, it seemed as if he was out here for a leisure walk as his face was carrying a pleasantly warm smile, but the aura he emitted was intimidating. “It’s you?!” Thunder Core recognised him at first glance and couldn’t help but feel surprised. The reason for his surprise wasn’t because of Jiang Chen’s appearance, but his boldness to appear before them. He was thinking about how foolish this young man was, to not see through the current situation. Wasn’t he courting death to walk into such a battlefield? Besides that, Thunder Core and Sot Old Man had sensed Jiang Chen’s grade, giving them another surprise. Although a First Grade Combat Emperor wouldn’t concern them at all, they could still remember that Jiang Chen was only a Fourth Grade Combat King at that time in Liang Province. Not many days had passed, but he had already reached the Combat Emperor realm. His speed of advancement was really inconceivable. “You’re memory is not bad, old man. You can still recognize me. All of you shameless elders of Freedom Palace secretly planned against an old man? How good of you?” Jiang Chen said it emotionlessly. “Where did this kid come from? He dares to behave atrociously in front of us? Doesn’t he want to live anymore?” An elder of the Freedom Palace was infuriated all of a sudden. They had a high social status in the domain, had a prestigious position in Freedom Palace, but they were insulted by a kid that appeared out of nowhere, how could they swallow it?” “Jiang Chen, run! You don’t have to care about me. Just tell young master to avenge me.” Sot Old Man shouted at Jiang Chen frantically as if it was an emergency. To him, this young man was just too impulsive. He wanted to walk into the battlefield with just the strength of a First Grade Combat Emperor, did he want to die so badly? Even though he said that, he felt a sense of gratitude, seeing that Jiang Chen was brave enough to stand out like that. Despite whatever had happened, his young master's friend was a person of kindness who valued friendship. “You want to leave? I’m afraid that it won’t be that easy. Since you came here, don’t leave.” Thunder Core’s murderous aura became visible. He used his Divine Sense to tell everything about Jiang Chen, including his identity, to the other two elders. Their facial expression changed as they too started releasing their murderous aura towards Jiang Chen. This young man was growing too fast, if he wasn’t eliminated, he would be a threat sooner or later. If they couln't use a genius like him, then he had to be removed. The fact that he had allied himself with the Devil Religion meant that they wouldn’t have a chance to use this resource anymore, therefore he must die. “I have never intended to go anywhere. You all want to kill me? I’m afraid that it won’t happen. As for the three of you, if you choose to leave now, you may still have a chance. Or else, your death will be certain.” Jiang Chen feigned a cruel and intimidating speech. However, this didn’t scare them off, instead, it made them laugh as if they had heard a seriously funny joke. A First Grade Combat Emperor declared that he wanted to eliminate them, wasn’t this a stupid and funny joke? “Humph! In that case, don’t blame my impoliteness!” Jiang Chen made a cold humph. “Haha…kid, don’t try to pretend. Why don’t you try to show us what’s your ‘impoliteness’?” Thunder Core sneered at Jiang Chen. He felt that this young man was a cute naïve little boy. However, his impression of him changed suddenly. The next moment, he started to feel how foolish he had become. *Hong Long* A strong Qi shot out from Jiang Chen’s body. The Qi caused the supposedly mild wind and calm weather to turn into sudden thunderclaps and wild winds as if it was the scene of the end of the world. The lightning came too fast and in a twinkle, the sky was overcast with countless dark clouds. Terrifying pressure was sent downwards from the sky, giving everyone a heart-startling feeling. All the elders, including Sot Old Man’s faces changed drastically. The three elders couldn’t continue to laugh anymore. It would be impossible for them not to realise what was about to happen given their high Combat Emperor grade. “It’s a tribulation! God! This young man can actually cause a natural disaster?! By my grandmother! This is a monster!” An elder of Freedom Palace finally changed his look. “I have forgotten about this. At the time he advanced to the Combat King realm in the Liang Province, I heard that he had caused a tribulation. Let’s leave now or else we will be implicated in the catastrophe!” Thunder Core barked. At this point, he couldn’t care about Sot Old Man anymore as he was confronting a legendary natural disaster right now. Even with his Fifth Grade Combat Emperor level of strength, he couldn’t stay calm in such a situation. For people who had higher level of grade, their understanding about the tribulation deepened. The more they knew about it, the more they knew about how scary the tribulation was. “My mother! Young master’s friend is a real monstrous genius who can cause a tribulation!” A part of Old Sot Man was shocked but he was mostly surprised with delight. He thought that Jiang Chen was just a reckless kid with only the strength of a First Grade Combat Emperor, seeking for his death in the battlefield. Based on the current situation, Jiang Chen already had a hidden trump card before he appeared. Jiang Chen looked up towards the sky that was covered with layers of dark cloud. He saw that there were nine reddish lightning strikes which made him reveal a bitter smile. The nine cycles of tribulation. Anyone would have a bitter smile while facing such a scary situation. Jiang Chen could defend himself against such a tribulation because of his cultivation of the Dragon Transformation Art. Nonetheless, he felt a sense of surprise in his heart. A lighting tribulation like this could enhance his physique further, activating his hidden potential. As long as he could survive this tribulation, he would be able to reach the Second Grade Combat Emperor. This was what he expected would happen. “We can’t afford to make any delays. Quickly, run! Leave! We’ll observe from a further place. He definitely can’t survive such a scary tribulation. Once it’s over, his physique will fall into a very weak state. We’ll strike at that time to kill him.” Thunder Core barked his words. As soon as his voice dropped, he heard a thunderclap approaching . It was a very thick and sturdy lightning, similar to a giant python as it carried an intense Heavenly force as it raced towards Jiang Chen. The moment the lightning struck, Jiang Chen moved like a wild leopard. With the combination of Spatial Shift, he moved very fast as he reached the nearest elder. “Old man, I gave you the chance to run but you didn’t want to, taste the lightning tribulation.” Jiang Chen said coldly. That old man’s face turned ugly. It was too late for him to run now. The Heavenly Tribulation had locked down on his Qi. It created a sound of ‘hong’ and with a flash of lightning, the tribulation was now this elder’s, and it struck him. Previous Main menu Next Click to Post

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