character playlists: ori

so. let’s do this. my playlists are long and scattered, but they make me happy, so i might as well share them and the thoughts behind song choices. so. here’s some songs for runaway knights & wannabe witches, and what have you.

something holy - childhood & riches & wonders

pearl diver - mitski - oh hunter, if you didn’t want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would’ve found it in your spirit singing softly - look. it's on the nose, considering that her title is "the pearl hunter," but also, like, that rules. this is a song for wren, i think; ori in the present reflecting on her mother and the similarities between them.

icicles - the scary jokes - i can only be forgiven if i’m giving myself up to you on a silver serving tray / must i bare myself to the stabbing of your knife & gnashing teeth while our lovely company appears so entertained? - aaand a song for childhood. 99% of ori's socialization came from her parents having important guests over, so. uh. yeah. show off your reclusive child prodigy like a pageant whenever you have the opportunity. she probably won't grow to loathe you.

life: the cruel interlude (on god) - kilo kish - why do i dare believe in me when i bleed? - questioning was. always a big thing for ori. i don't think she ever believed that the mirzha was god, and i known that she never truster her father's patron, but. in her studies, in her passions, there's always this tiny sense of desperation for something to have faith in something. not herself.

bluejays & cardinals - the mountain goats - the stars come out of hiding for you, & i would too - there is. a lot, in ori's relationship with her brother. she was the favorite child, yeah, the one destined for great things in spite of her... troubles. but he never had those troubles! she didn't, doesn't understand how he went through life so unafraid. there's envy there. i also think that the line i quoted is terribly true, like, canonically. because. she sure did do that stupid shit.

be calm - fun. - take it from me, i’ve been there a thousand times--you hate your pulse because it thinks you’re still alive! - sometimes you have intense social phobia. and that's okay!

country death song - violent femmes - kiss your mother goodnight & remember that God saves, kiss your mother goodnight & remember that God saves - i think andrei is a much less pitiable or even sympathetic man than the narrator of this song, but. like. it's a country song about a father killing his daughter while preaching godliness. i had to.

i’m all bloody inside - liam lynch - inside me, well, it’s dark & gross as hell, i’m not a pretty sight - the family business!

the hazards of love 3 (revenge!) - the decemberists - but father, don’t you fear, your children are all here - fantasies. part of the fantasy is imagining a world where she doesn't feel terrible about the thought.

shankill butchers - sarah jarosz - they used to be just like me & you, they used to be sweet little boys - "blood hunters are ghost stories." "and also, they're fucking terrible. violent, cruel, zealous. the worst."

sparrow - st. vincent - & no eyes are on the sparrow, eyes are on the sparrow, how could that be the case? the lark keeps whistling his number, silly little number, as if he isn't prey - pity for the boy. sort of retrospective, but it's a thought that's been there since she was a child.

something burning - rituals & fire & running

starchild - ghost quartet - but i will transcend & vomit this loser out of me; i will become the next big thing, i will light myself on fire - maybe she is some kind of angel? bursting with radiance and terrifying to look upon.

arsonist’s lullabye - hozier - don’t you ever tame your demons, always keep them on a leash / when i was sixteen, my senses fooled me - oooor maybe she is a sixteen year-old who is having a panic attack and setting everything in sight on fire by accident.

blood - my chemical romance - i’m the kind of human wreckage that you love! - so she's broken.

girl anachronism - the dresden dolls - it’s not the way i’m meant to be, it’s just the way the operation made me - so she's failed and she's broken and she's sick, and there's no time to fucking think.

when the chips are down - anais mitchell - cast your eyes to heaven, you’ll get a knife in the back. - so she does what her mother did before her, and she runs from that which she has always known.

body terror song - ajj - i’m so sorry that you have to have a body / one that will hurt you, & be the subject of so much of your fear - feelings on being built Wrong; feelings on your mind's undue control upon your body.

in corolla - the mountain goats - & no one was gonna come & get me, there wasn't anybody gonna know, even though i leave a trail of burnt things in my wake every single place i go - very good as an ori song in general but this is her justification to herself in the water. under the docks, she says this to herself.

the harrowed & the haunted - the decemberists - will i be so brave? - just to get that oceanic vibe up.

luna - the mountain goats - rise through the flames & end again in flames at last - an inexplicable feeling.

unwhere - reeder - a song for leaving what you've always known.

something lonely - years & woods & dreaming

runs in the family - amanda palmer - run from their pity, from responsibility, run from the country & run from the city, i can run from the law, i can run from myself, i can run for my life, i can run into debt, i can run from it all, i can run 'till I'm gone - she is broken and all she can think to do is get as far away as possible

panic attack - liza anne - i hate that i can be seen like this

black eyes - david wirsig - my hammering heart hears the voices of spirits that tempt us, the scorn that they’ve spoken

for the departed - shayfer james - they will bury me alive, but i’m not inclined to care; i am too far gone now

hurt - johnny cash - everyone i know goes away in the end; you can have it all, my empire of dirt

my body’s made of crushed little stars - mitski - i work better under a deadline! i work better under a deadline!

blood in the cut - k. flay - guess i’m contagious; it’d be safest if you ran--fuck, that’s what they all just end up doing in the end

little pistol - mother mother - i think i might be scared of the world & the way it makes you feel afraid & how it gets in the way

villains pt. 1 - emma blackery - built to create, designed to destroy

the beer - kimya dawson - & the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in hell while i was already there [...] i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth

something safe - family & finding it & fighting together

haunted house - sir babygirl - i’m running just to hide & i’m hiding just to breathe & around every corner is the same night on repeat

your heart is a muscle the size of your fist - ramshackle glory - i love you & you make me glad to be alive; i promise that i’m gonna pay you back / you always know how funny everything is, even when i’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me

medicines - the taxpayers - o, but our rotting corpses lying there soon began to leak & grow these lesions that all smelled just like a rose / & all the blood & guts inside us germinated into timeless pages stained with lines of lovely prose

autoclave - the mountain goats - i am this great unstable mass of blood & foam

alligator skin boots - mccafferty - i’m cool to the touch, leap to my death, i’ll die for you all, i’ll die for my friends, it goes like this

100 years - florence + the machine - lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly, give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

tomorrow will be kinder - the secret sisters - but i feel warmth on my skin, the stars have all aligned

armour - rae spoon - you know i placed was to build a life for you

amy aka spent gladiator 1 - the mountain goats - play with matches if you think you need to play with matches; seek out the hidden places where the fire burns hot & bright / find where the heat’s unbearable & stay there if you have to--don’t hurt anybody on your way up to the light, and stay alive

curses - the crane wives - won’t you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down?

something daring - islands & visions & loss

jane’s dream - janelle monáe

beekeeper - keaton henson - hear me, o woman that has gone astray, gone astray

fire - kimya dawson - i’m reading books about how they’re corrupt [...] as long as i’m burning, i’ll keep on yearning to save the world, not sure how, but i’m learning

cosmic hero - car seat headrest - i love you, but i can’t stand the touch, & of course i’m alright with death

turn the lights off - tally hall - everbody likes to get taken for turns to see how bright the fire inside of us burns [...] should be stronger, books abandoned

eat you alive - the oh hellos - child, i’m afraid for your soul; these things that you’re after, they can’t be controlled

cry for judas - the mountain goats - hallucinate a shady grove where judas went to die

o death - monica martin - no wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul

blood of angels - brown bird - and i would wage my soul to bet that there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow

the universe is going to catch you - the antlers - the arms of the universe kept you from falling [...] those arms did not come back

a burning hill - mitski - i am the fire & i am the forest & i am the witness watching it / i stand in the valley watching it

something terrifying - conversations & selfhood & divination

the lamb - dessa - but blood is blood, & what’s done is done; blood is blood, & its burden is a beast

going invisible 2 - the mountain goats - i’m gonna burn it all down today & sweep all the ashes away

the lion’s roar - first aid kit - she plays a tune for those who wish to overlook the fact that they’ve been blindly deceived by those who preach & pray & teach, but she falls short & the night explodes in laughter

the villain i appear to be - connor spiotto - even if you can’t see the good inside me, i don’t have the time to tell you why i do the things that i do, just please hold on & soon you’ll seem

up the wolves - the mountain goats - there’s bound to be a ghost at the back of closet, no matter where you live; there’ll be a few things, maybe several things that you’re gonna find really difficult to forgive

thursday girl - mitski - glory, glory, glory to the night that shows me what i am

at the bottom of everything - bright eyes - we must take all of the medicines to expensive now to sel; set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

everybody does - julien baker - i know i’m a pile of filthy wreckage you will wish you’d never touched, but you’re gonna run when you find out who i am

tongues & teeth - the crane wives - i know that you mean so well, but i am not a vessel for your good intent 

a pearl - mitski - you’re growing tired of me and all the things i don’t talk about / sorry, i don’t want your touch--it’s not that i don’t want you

Conform or Change- Chapter 2

“Now Shy, I told you that you don’t have to help me cook. Now you go on somewhere!” Anna Mae cried out to Shy while pushing her out.

Ms. Anna Mae was the Munteanu’s house keeper. Just like Shy, she was from the south, Alabama to be extact. She moved up here with her son and his family because The Jim Crow Laws that incite violence and mobs against black people. Ms.Anna Mae didn’t take crap from nobody, black or white, and she defitnely didn’t like when you was in the kitchen.

Shy laughed at Ms. Anna Mae as she tried to get her out of the kitchen. However, Shy still standed at the counter cutting the collard greens. Ms. Anna Mae shooked her head and turn around back to the stove.

“ Now you must really want that boy to fire me now! You over there fixin them good collard greens.” Ms. Anna Mae said in her Southern accent. 

Shy smiled to herself as she kept cutting the collard greens. She look to see out of the window into the backyard. The kids were playing around in the mud with Elena.

“ Oh God!” Shy said in a quiet hush tone. She wasn’t upset about them playing, but she was upset about how Florian would react to their clothes. On Sunday afternoons, some of Florian close friends from the mafia come to eat lunch.

Shy quickly wipe her hands onto her apron. As she was bout to go out to the back door, Florian walked into the kitchen. Ms. Anna Mae could feel the room get cold as Florian walked in.

Shy turn all the way around to see Florian looking outside the window. He looks back to her and shook his head. 

Florian turn to the fridge to get him a brew. Shy turn back around to the collard greens and went back cooking.

“ Boy, why are you shaking your head at that girl?” Ms. Anna Mae looks towards Florian.

“ It’s nothing to worry your brain about Ms. Anna.” Florian lied as he took a big gulp of the brew.

Ms. Anna Mae looked at him like he had two heads on him.

“ Well, butter my damn biscuit! Now, I wouldn’t have ask that question if Ms. Shy wouldn’t cry right as you left this kitchen!” Ms. Anna Mae voice rose an octove as she looked at Shy.

Shy was quietly whimpering as she cut the greens.

“ Shy, baby, turn around.” Ms. Anna Mae said while Florian was looking on to. Shy quickly put down the knife and wipe her eyes. As she was doing that, Ms. Anna Mae look at Florian watching his wife.

Nothing.

Florian seem like it was nothing wrong with his wife. Now if ge made Shy cry a few years ago, he be comforting her.Ms. Anna Mae knew them since the twins was two years old. She seen them when they were happy and they use to make her yelled at them when they need to go to a bedroom.

Now, Ms. Anna Mae saw two broken spirits that don’t know what to do no more.

As Shy turn around, she looked at the floor. Florian turn to Ms. Anna Mae and then turn back and walked out the kitchen.

“ Now, Shy, I know you shy. However, you need to take up for yourself honey!” Ms. Anna Mae looked at Shy.

Shy all of sudden just broke down crying.

Ms. Anna Mae rushed over to her and went to hugging her. To Shy, Ms. Anna Mae was the mother she never had. 

“ I know. I know.” Ms. Anna Mae held her as she cried along with her. Even though, Ms. Anna Mae didn’t know exactly that was bothering Shy.

 She did know that when somebody was hurting.

As they stood their for a moment, they was interrupted by the kids running in with Elena. The kids ran through the kitchen and into the living room. Elena saw the tear-filled eye of Shy.

“ Shy what’s wrong!” Elena run over to Shy.

Shy shooked her head, and just turn back around to cutting the greens. Shy wasn’t mad at Elena, but she didn’t like when there was so much attention on her.

Elena look at Ms. Anna Mae.

Ms. Anna Mae walked over to the stove while pushing Elena over there too.

Ms. Anna Mae said in hush tone what happen.

Elena really wanted to slap her cousin. She didn’t only want to slap him, but herself too. She should’ve told the kids to stop playing and shouldn’t have even join them.

“ Should I tell him that it was my fought?” Elena asked Ms.Anna Mae.

“ He is still going to say it is my fault.” Shy spoke quietly, but loudly enough for Elena and Ms. Anna Mae to hear.

As Elena was about to say something,the door bell interrupted her.

Everybody knew, that the semi quiet house was about to interrupt into chaos. Elena went to the door and open it to see many of the mafia members, their significant others, and kids.

Soon the house was in chaos.

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As everybody mingle, Shy stayed in the kitchen as per usual. Shy really didn’t talk to any of the wives.They were all genuinely nice to her.Even though, the wives range in many different race and nationalities, Shy just could never talked to them.

Shy had extreme social anxiety and with sheltering herself as a child. She made her social anxiety even worst.

As Shy kept cooking, the door bell rang again. As the door open, the room erupted in cheers.

Shy wondering whom could it be.

She finish stirring the pot of Cabbege Rolls for Mr. Alexundru that loves his home country food. With that, she tooked the apron off and headed to the living room. 

Everbody was around the person that walked in. Soon as Shy could see the person, she grin from ear to ear.

“ Now where is my Shy!” the ringing voice yelled. 

Everbody started to seprate and Shy eyes land on her.

“ Marilyn!” Shy ran to hug her sister.

“Majorie!” Marilyn said while hugging her sister even tighter.

At the tender age of 23, Marilyn have been everywhere. From, Milan, Paris, Barcelona, England. Marilyn is an NYU graduated and have been working and organzing for The Black Femnist Movement since then. 

As the sisters kept hugging, a small voice spoked up.

“ Aunt Mar, did you bring presents?” Florian Jr asked with his siblings behind him.

Marilyn smiled, “ Of course I do! I actually got presents for everyone!”

Marilyn open the suitcase by her feet and let everyone at them.

Shy and Marilyn walked back to the kitchen where Elena, Ms. Anna Mae, and David was at.

“ Well, look a here. I didn’t know they let sleazy night walkers back into the U.S!”Ms. Anna Mae sassed at Marilyn.

“ Well, I don’t know why Shy still have a country pumpkin of a hag still working for her!” Marilyn devilishly smiled.

Shy popped Marilyn on the head.

“ What, she started with me first!” Marilyn shouted back at Shy.

Marilyn walked over to Elena and gave her a hug. Just not any old hug, but a hug that lasted for a minute.

Even though David and Ms. Anna Mae was finishing the food. Shy looked at the two.

She knew that hug just wasn’t a friendly hug, but a hug that meant more.

The two let go and stare at each other for a minute, before Marilyn saw out of the corner of her eye to see her sister staring.

“ Well, where is that no good husband of yours?” Marilyn scoffed out her lips while walking over to Shy.

Shy, whom was fixing Mr.Alexundru plate, looked at her sister with pleading eyes.

“ What, he is no good!” Marilyn said in a matter to fact voice. 

“ Little girl, stay out of them folks business. You need to find you a man of your own instead of opening up your legs so wide!” Ms. Anna Mae spoke up.

“ You need get like David here!”, Ms.Anna Mae tap David on the shoulder, “ Be a virgin!”

Elena, Marilyn, and Shy snickered under their breath.

Of course Ms. Anna Mae thought David was a virgin. He was of course, to women, however men was another thing.

“ Well thank you Ms. Anna Mae for putting my business out there!” David stuttered with embarrassment.

“ Of course honey!” Ms.Anna Mae smile while walking with a dish to the dining room.

All the girls start laughing at Ms. Anna Mae.

As they all calm down, Marilyn spoke.

“ Shy, I got you some good news!” Marilyn smiled. 

As she was bout to come out with it, Ms.Anna Mae yelled, “ It is time to eat everyone!”

“ Oh tell me later Marilyn! I got to get the kids to wash their hands!” Shy quickly washed her hands in the sink.

“ Can you also get all the men from out of Florian’s office!” Shy left the kitchen to get the kids.

Marilyn rolled her eyes as she realize that she was going to see the man that made her blood boil. 

Florian and Marilyn use to be cool with each other, but as Marilyn went to school and started to learn more about female empowerment. She realize that Florian was a man with a big ego. 

Along side, that he blame her sister for something that happen two years ago. However, how Marilyn saw it, it was his fault.

As Marilyn got to the door, she just listen for a bit of the conversation.

In the room, Florian and many of the younger men in the mafia talk about their wives and lives. While the older men spilt up from them and talk about their youth.

“ Florian, how are you and the Mrs. I heard that Anna Marie came to the church!” Oscar said with his thick Puerto-Rican accent. Everybody quiet down when they heard what Oscar said.

“ Nothing happen.” Florian said in a cold tone.

“ Well Mr. Bossman, that is not what I heard,” Oscar went on, “ I heard that Anna Marie was basically saying all of the out of the box things. With that, you let her say them things!” Oscar finish up.

Florian glared at Oscar.

“ Damn Boss, the downstairs not that good anymore?” Brian spoked to Florian.

Florian was listening, but was in his own thoughts about Anna Marie. He was thinking about her in way that would not be pleasing.

“ You see it is true! You having an affair with Anna Marie!” Oscar said in a shocked voice.

Everybody look at Florian.

He didn’t say anything.

“ We haven’t done nothing, but whenever I am on top of Shy, I think about her!” Florian confirmed anybody suspicion of his relations to Anna Marie.

Everybody was quiet.

When Marilyn heard that, she was anger personified. She wanted to  go in there and choke Florian.

Marilyn still with anger, put on her award winning smiled and barge in. All the men glance and saw her.

“ Oh Mamcita, you look more beautiful than ever!” Oscar glided over to Marilyn. All the men, except Florian, looked at her with goo goo eyes. 

“ If you are not single, I will tell your wives that y’all are looking at me crazy. With that, the food is ready!” Marilyn said with a nonchalant tone. 

All the men walked towards the dining room table. With that, Florian was the last one to leave.

Marilyn looked at him up and down. She knew something was wrong with her sister when she first came in, but Shy would always brush under the rug. 

Marilyn knew she needed to say something.

With that, the wheels was turning as she headed to the dining room

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4 hours later...

Everybody was having a good time mingling and eating. The kids were outside playing in the back yard with some of the elders of the mafia watching them. 

Then all the adults were sitting at the table. Florian and Shy sat at the ends of the table, with everyone else in the middle.

Marilyn thought this was a perfect time to tell everyone her good news.

She stood up and tap her class to get everyone attention. She looks around, seeing everyone smiling but Florian.

“ Well, I have some good news for myself and my sister,” Marilyn smiled, “ Well I got a job as a professor for Women Studies at NYU!” Marilyn screamed with joy.

Everybody cheer, excepted for Florian.

“ With that, that means I am staying back in the New York full time!” Marilyn scream once again with joy.

Marilyn looked at her sister and could see the happiness beam off her.

“ I also said that I had a surprise for my sister.” Marilyn smiled to Shy. Marilyn took the big envelope off her seat and hand it to her.

All the wives knew what it was, and they all ran over to surround her.

Shy looked at her sister with Marilyn giving her a nodded.

She read whom it was from:

New York University Admissions

Shy open it and took out the paper.

“ Marjorie Munteanu, we will like to officially accepted you into the The Betterment Program!” Shy yelled out with excitement.

She ran over to her sister and hug her tightly.

“ Plus, it’s free since I work there!” Marilyn yelled out.

Even though, Marilyn wanted to travel more . Whenever reading letters from her sister, she felt so much sadness behind them.

Marilyn might be the youngest sister, but she is the big sister in some sense.

So when, one of her friends recommend her for the professor tenure. Marilyn thought about Shy and how much this could help her.

Shy is always doing for others, but not doing something for herself.

As the women where celebrating, all the men looked at Florian. 

Florian was furious.

“No.” Florian snapped while slamming his hand on the table.

Everything turn very quiet in the dining room, and even outside where the kids were due to the door being open.

One of the elders close the door knowing it was about to be bad.

Marilyn looked at Florian.

“ Well she is! It’s not like you paying for it!”Marilyn exclaimed while looking at Florian.

“ She is not going.” Florian assured while looking at Shy. Florian went back eating his pasta.

“ It’s fine. We can talk about it later.” Shy stuttered out.

Florian looked back up and said, “ There is nothing else that needs to be talk about, and that is final.”

“Shy you really going to let him talk to you like that. For bloody hell Shy, this your chance to leave him!” Marilyn yelped out. When Marilyn realized what she said, she regret it. 

All you could hear was Florian’s fork drop on the plate. 

Shy didn’t dare look up.

Florian was shocked by hearing that. 

Shy wouldn’t do that.

Florian looked at Shy and knew that Marilyn was telling the truth. Shy always start scratching her left arm whenever she was nervous. 

Everybody look at Florian, and they never seen him shock like how he was.

“ Shy, get her out this house.” Florian voice tremble with anger.

“ No I am not going to get out of this house. Cause if you remember, Shy holds 80 percent ownership of this house. Plus I wouldn’t dare leave my sister with you like this. You don’t love her! You think about that slut, Anna-Marie, whenever you are on top of my sister!” Marilyn scream with tears coming down her eyes.

All the men looked at Marilyn.

“ Yeah, I heard everyone and what they had to say! So please don’t test me!” Marilyn blurted out.

As everything has been thrown out there, Mr. Alexundru, whom was sitting by Shy, looked at her.

Shy was heart-broken.

She knew that things were bad, but not this bad.

Shy was holding in the tears, but she couldn’t hold them anymore.

She left the dining room, and went quickly up the stairs. Florian followed right behind her.

As Marilyn was trying to go and follow them, Ms. Anna Mae held her back.

“ You already done cause WWII to happen. We are not ready for a Hirshomia!” Ms. Anna Mae whispered with much authority.

Everybody just sat there to listen, what was going on upstairs.

All they heard was a slam of a door.

Florian walked back downstairs and left the house.

Nobody didn’t know what to do.

“ Well I guess that means we are not going to eat cake.” Oscar looked around. 

Marilyn smacked upside the head and went back to drinking her wine.

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Deal

Roger Taylor x Reader

wc: 3.2k

You had a crush. That was normal for a person to have. But you'd never thought it'd be on your best friend, best friend. 

You were a forensics major at school and though Freddie was an art major you both became friends very fast. He introduced you to his friends once in a passing moment but now that his friend, Roger was in your class, you couldn't stop thinking about him. 

Yes even though you both had different majors you both had one class together, Human Biology. 

Like Freddie, Roger and the gang you were in a band of four. Only difference, you didn't really sing or play drums, you played guitar. So what exactly would you guys bond over? Not the dynamic of the bands, not your overwhelming success, and definitely not your shared instrument. 

So here you were tearing a piece of paper off of your notebook and writing a note to the boy in front of you. 

“Hey Roger, uh i don’t know if you want to but um I kinda want to learn to play drums. figured you could teach me? 

-y/n” 

You bit your thumb a little bit before you balled up the paper and threw it to him. He looked down and unraveled the small ball. He smiled a little bit. He looked behind him to see you looking down at your notebook, a lock of hair falling in front of your face, writing notes down. He smiled again before writing his response. You felt something hit you and saw the white paper you threw in front of you once again. 

“Might be interesting to see if ya can keep up with me ;) so yes. Meet me outside and we’ll talk.” You smiled before you looked up to see Roger smiling at you. You couldn’t wait till after class. You just had to wait an hour and a half till the end.

The professor dismissed everbody and you got out of your seat acting a bit cool to try and save a bit of your dignity, instead of shooting up like a fucking bottle rocket. You walked outside and saw Roger standing outside waiting for you. “So i heard you wanted my services, my teachings, you want me to be a mentor.” You chuckled, “I wouldn’t call you a mentor. I just wanted to learn to play.” He smiled, “Yes but uh there are lots of people that play drums here, why ask me?” He asked. You shrugged, “I’m the friend of Freddie’s. He just pointed me in the right direction.” You waited a bit. “This is the right direction right?” You teased slightly. He chuckled, “Hope so. Here’s my dorm room number meet me there tomorrow ‘round noon, my pupil?” You nodded while giggling. “I’ll uh see you then.” You walked away with a small smile on your face. 

When you got to your dorm you ran to your room. You jumped onto your bed and dialing Freddie’s Number. “Hello?” you heard somebody say but you were distracted. “Freddie you are never going to believe what just happened.” The person chuckled. “Nope sorry y/n its roger.” Oh fuck me! “Oh uh hey Roger. I uh thought this was Freddie’s number?” He chuckled again. “It is. We live together. He’s my roommate.” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. “Oh uh not to sound unintentionally rude or anything but can i talk to Fred?” He told you he wasn’t there but asked if he could take a message. “Oh no that’s ok. I’ll just talk to him later.” You bid your goodbyes before you stared up at your ceiling, “I’m never calling Freddie again.” You said to nobody but yourself. 

Roger’s POV

I walked into the apartment with a big smile on my face. As I walked in, I saw Freddie looking at me funny. “Hello to you too Fred.” He chuckled, “So uh what happened earlier? Did ya finally talk to my best friend? Or ask her on a date?” Oh god i forgot that he knew about that. “She actually talked to me today. Asked me to teach her to play the drums?” He laughed, “Why would she want to do that?” Roger furrowed his brows. “Don’t know didnt ask.” Freddie obviously knew about the fact that you were in a band but didn’t say anything.

The phone ran and though Freddie was closest to the phone he told me to answer. “Hello?” The person on the other line squealed before saying, “Freddie you are never going to Believe what just happened.” I chuckled, “Nope sorry y/n it’s Roger.” Freddie laughed behind me and i was sure y/n could hear it. “Oh uh hey Roger. I uh thought this was Freddie’s number?” I chuckled again. “It is. We live together. He’s my roommate.” She went silent for a minute. “Oh uh not to sound unintentionally rude or anything but can i talk to fred?” I looked at fred who silently told me he wasn’t home. I told her he wasn’t home and asked if i could talk a message. “Oh no that’s ok. I’ll just talk to him later.” She didn’t hang up the phone correctly so I heard her say, “I’m never calling Freddie again.” I chuckled.

Freddie was still doubled over in laughter as I hung up the phone. "So you knew?" He giggled a bit before feigning innocence, "knew what?" I shook my head, "she told you she was going to ask me? Or what?" He shook his head, "that isn't the case trust me." He walked out of the room like nothing leaving me confused but feeling happy inside. 

The next day you were waiting for Roger outside of class. But he never showed so you started to walk over to the dorm/apartment place. 

When you finally got there you knocked but a younger boy came to the door. "Uh Yes?” He asked. “Is roger or Freddie here?” He nodded, “Are you a girlfriend or something?” You shook your head. “I’m a friend of both Freddie and Roger. Can i come in?” He nodded and opened the door open for you. You only saw Roger there along with a man with very curly hair, What a poodle, you giggled slightly. “Ah Brian, John this is my pupil, who is ten minutes late, y/n.” You waved at them trying to decipher which is which. “Sorry but who’s john and who’s Brian?” You asked a bit shyly. “I’m Brian.” The poodle. “And i’m John but Fred and the boys call me Deaky.” You nodded, The boy? “Not to poke and prod but uh how old are you?” he chuckled, “I’m a highschool senior.” You smiled and  nodded. Roger cleared his throat and you both whipped around to see Roger standing awkwardly and Brian not paying attention. “Ready for our lesson?” You nodded and watched as he opened the door. You looked at him confused. “Well do you really expect us to play the drums in an apartment complex filled with very sensitive people? We are going to an auditorium room, soundproof so you can do your thing.” You nodded and let him lead you to an auditorium room in the university. It’s right across from where the class you both had was. 

As you entered you saw equipment you were all too familiar with. Drums, and number of guitar/ basses, and amps. “Are you a little bit familiar with the equipment here?” You nodded, ha that’s a HUge understatement. “I’m going to show you what to do and well then you can do it over and i’ll teach you what certain things are.” You nodded. You memorized his movements and when he asked you to do it, you moved over to the set and sat down, remembering all of his movements. 

“Alright and listen i have no formal drumming education so if i get this wrong don’t tease me alright?” You told him only playing around. He chuckled while nodding. “Deal.” You played what he showed you easily. As your playing stopped, he stood there eyes widened. “Either you know how to play or you got a gift?” You shook your head. “Can’t it be that i can memorize something so quickly that i can play it easily?” You smiled. “Alright teach me something a bit more complicated so I can amaze you with my unique memorization skills.” He laughed, “Alright fine get behind me and watch and learn kid.” You watched as he did so. You didn’t even pay attention to his playing at all so it was time to shoot your shot. Yeah it wasn’t exactly viable to shoot your shot even if you didn’t know if he liked you btu at this point you were willing for this things to get awkward with him just to see if maybe…

“Y/n!” You were snapped out of you trance. “Did you memorize this?” Yous hook you head. “Can you possibly show me one more time?” he did it one more time and you barely had time to memorize it but you didn’t exactly memorize all of it. “When you get to the middle do you play it like this?” You stopped for a moment. “Or like this?” 

Oh my god!!! SHe is right in front of me like this and rEeeeeeeeeeally close to my… anyways. Oh my god she’s so fucking pretty. I really fucking like this girl. “It's more like this.” I played it with ease and she looking at my hand movements. “Here uh let me get up.” She followed me with her eyes before she sat down in my spot and played it again effortlessly. There’s something she’s not telling me, i thought to myself. I nodded, “Well y/n i know this is only our first session but uhm you already know this stuff but uh why did you want classes from me?” She sighed, “I said I didn't have formal training I never said I knew nothing about it.” I scoffed lightly. “Yeah but as i said when you first asked me to do this why me?” She stared at me, “Alright fine, I play in a band only freddie really knew. Uh i play Guitar for the Cult Classics. I wanted to learn to play but i only asked you because i uh like you. It’s kinda crazy so I'm just going to go. Just figured i better shoot my shot somehow.” She got up from the drum set and made her way out to leave, grabbing her bag on the way out. And i didn’t do anything about it . I just sat there watcc\hing her leave. Without doing anything. 

I didn’t see her for about a week after that day. She apparently skipped the only class that we had together. Brian told me that a friend of his told him that she was in the class and she was looking a bit glum in during the week. Freddie kept glaring daggers at me for some reason and so did John. Turns out John and y/n are like best friends now. I felt like such a dick throughout the week. I had to bring out of Freddie that she only skipped that class. And because i can be so intuitive i figured that was because of me. And honestly speaking that was a pretty scary thought. 

The next day I sulked in my seat and heard her behind me, I didn't think it was her so i turned slightly and saw her. I whipped forward again figuring she wouldn’t want to talk to me. 

You frowned slightly as I saw Roger see me and then look back forward. You contiplated getting up and leaving but didn’t because you had already missed one week of this class and you’d be damned if you’d miss another fucking week. SO instead of being whatever the fuck you were being, you best believe you were going to sit your ass down in that seat and take notes and when it’s over you were finally shoot up like a bottle rocket and curl youself into your bed because you’re a dumbass fucking bitch lmao. 

You took your notes and when the professor dismissed everybody you were like the first person up and out of the room. You walked to your dorm when you heard somebody call your name you looked behind you and saw roger behind you. Oh shit. “Uh yeah?” you stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to you. “I saw your band’s flyer last week and uh me and the boys went to it.” OH SHIT. “We really liked it.” You nodded and waited for him to continue. “The other day at the auditorium I wished I should've said something before you left me.” What the fuck were you supposed to say to that???  You nodded and didn’t know exactly what to say to him. Apparently you took too long to think about because Roger kept saying your name over and over again. “I heard you Roger but what am I supposed to say to you? Want me to run back- excuse me i was never with you. I don’t know exactly what to say Roger. You wanted to talk to me so i don’t know exactly what to say to you.” You started to walk away slowly, thinking that he’d call your name once again but no, he walked away just as you did. You didn’t know if it was a dick move but what were you supposed to do, run into his arms and be stupid no, if he wanted you he’d have to explicitly tell you because let’s face it, with you being the dumbass you were you dn’t pick up on signs. GOd especially not when boys are giving them mixed signals. Those thoughts consumed you as you walked home, you couldn’t help thinking about how you made a mistake, but even then you kept contradicting yourself. Hell this entire situation was contradicting yourself. 

Wait why were you thinking about this right now?!  It’s friday and gig day! Why tf were you worrying about when you have to be worrying about putting a good show on the people that actually go to your show. 

As you unlock your door you saw your bandmates standing there waiting for you, “What are you bozos doing here?” Jones (Your bassist) Scoffed, “Nice to see you too.” You shake your head, “For real though, why are you guys here?” Chris (Your drummer) looked at you, “You have the best clothes.” He and Jack (The lead) smirked. You smiled before running to your room and locking your door, “Nu uh i get first pick! It’s my clothes.” You looked through the choices before you chose, a pair of plaid pants with a chain, and a denim halter top, along with some black boots. You went outside and they struggled against each other to wear something at this special gig. 

Special because an executive from a record company wanted to see if they wanted to sign you. Soon enough you and the boys made your way to Jones’s van with your guitar, Jones’s bass, and the disassembled parts of Chris’s drums. 

When you all got to Mister’s Pub to went backstage you and Jones started playing cards to get your mind off the executive that’s going to access you and see if they want you. Meaning that you guys had to play better than ever. 

Roger’s POV

“Boys! We are going to my dear friend’s gig tonight. Put on your best clothes so we can see them tonight.” Freddie announced. I looked at him, “Who’s?” I asked. He smirked, “just a friend.” He nudged John who seemingly knew who he was talking about. “Fine.” Brian and I groaned. 

That night, freddie took us to Mister’s Pub. A place where new groups go to play. The painting on the kick drum was a vinyl and from where we sat down on the bar, I couldn't see the writing. An old friend of mine came onto the stage and announced the band, “Hello! Hello! We have a relatively new band, and so far they are already Cult Classics.” huh Cult Classics. “THE Cult Classics!” Oh shit! Freddie, that bastard! Three men came out before y/n came out in plaid pants, and a denim top. She was so fucking beautiful. Her guitar was black with little white sparkly stars adorning the body. 

They played their songs effortlessly and soon enough people were jumping up and down to the beat. The three of them went to the dancefloor though I just watched her, was it creepy? A bit but uh either way she knows how i feel so it’s not like it’s a bit unusual. 

The concert soon ended and Y/n left to the backstage area. I needed to talk to her. When her and the boys came out she spotted Freddie before me. A small smile spread out on her face as she approached the four of us. “Hey guys.” Her eyes seemed to linger on mine a minute longer before she started to introduce us to her band. “Guys, this is Jack our singer, Chris the drummer, Jones the bassist, and i’m the guitarist as y’all know.” She looked at her friends before saying, “These are my other friends, brian, John, Freddie, and Roger.” They all shook hands before she grabbed mine and pulled me aside. I was confused more than anything before she whispered, “Can I talk to you outside for a bit?” I nodded before she dragged me to the side door. When the door shut she  spoke, “Listen i’m really sorry for what i said earlier today. I was being bitchy and you know when you tell someone your feelings you either expect them to say I like you too or sorry i don’t like you like that not silence. So i’m sorry for doing the same to you.” She told me. “I wanted to tell you but I was just frozen. Freddie knew i liked you and i’m pretty sure that’s why Freddie pointed you in my direction a couple days ago. I was pretty excited when you asked and when you told me, I was over the moon but i couldn't even form words as much as I wanted to. So today I was going to ask you out but  uhm.” I cleared my throat. “Again i couldn’t.” 

She looked at me oddly. “So correct me if i’m wrong but uhm you like me.” SHe paused to gauge my reaction, I nodded. “You wanted to ask me out today but I was too much of a bitch to say anything.” I nodded again slightly. “And uhm are you still willing to or do you even still like me?” I nodded with a smile. “So uhm you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” I nodded again.  “Deal.” 

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Strange Boy

Dear diary,

I know that things will never be the same again, after the demogor...it.. got me and took control over my body.

Everyone still seems to follow me with their stare like I'm a freak

They talk badly about me but it is nothing new - I'm used to it.

We were all freaks outsiders

Mike

Lucas

Dustin

Me

But we were a team.

A team of normal kids that are just misunderstood by everyone.

At least I hoped that this was the truth...and I wished that we would always be together -no change- but deep down I also knew there would come days like this

So I made a plan.

When the school bell ringed most of the students grabbed their stuff and ran as fast as they could out of the classroom .

" Well then here are the keys for the AV club room . Keep up the good work and you will for sure win the coming school science fair !"

"We sure will , my lord !", responded Dustin as Mr.Clarke handed him the keys.

"But don't forget that this evening the funfair starts again. The firework is said to be even more spectacular than last year", as they listened to the words of their science teacher and his huge fascination for fireworks Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas and Max packed their bags.

Lucas and Max were chatting as usual as they left the classroom followed by Mike who seemed to be in deep thoughts again. Mr.Clarke could not hide his huge smile as he watched them go. Since the Snow Ball he knew that Lucas was dating Max and that Mike does not have a cousin from Sweden but a girlfriend who was adopted by Jim Hopper and whose name is Jane.... It would be a understandment to say that Mr.Clarke was a bit confused.

"Sounds nice but I have already other plans for tonight, byeee !", Dustin waved his teacher goodbye as he turned away from the now closed classroom to his waiting friend Will. "Anything bothering you ? You look kind of stressed out today." "....No, no I'm fine. We should just not keep the others waiting so long, you know ?" "Urghh...It won't kill these assholes to wait some minutes infront of the room. I mean..What is going on with this whole relationship shit and why is having a girlfriend suddenly so popular ?", everbody looked at them as they walked next to each other along the school corridor. "Dustin, please lower your voice .... And well, I guess.. that it is normal for people to sooner or later start dating." He tried to sound convincing but his voice showed that he was just as confused as his friend which made Dustin laugh. " Such a pain in the ass this whole thing ."

"What was taking you so long ?", shouted Lucas as he saw his two friends coming closer. Mike still seemed to be in thoughts. Probably he was still thinking about how he will ask Eleven to go to the funfair with him. He sure was - Lucas already agreed to go with Max which explained her good mood. Dustin responded with an annoyed sigh. This was the moment when Will decided to ask Dustin what was on his mind all day long. It took Dustin a moment to realize what his friend demanded from him. He opened the door for his friends who went inside the room before closing the door again. "Did you just seriously asked me out Will ?" " W-WHAT ?...No ! I just asked if you have time today to maybe go to the arcade with me since Lucas and Mike will probably be on a double date and it would be cool to be just us two-" "Calm down my brother, I'm just messing with you. Despite it would be the first time that just the two of us would do something together...even without Mike !" "..So is this a 'Yes' ?" " Uhmm..Yeah sure I'm going with Steve to this new burger restaurant where you can join us I guess and you can then sleep at my house if your mom allows it... Are your sure you're alright ?"

●●●●● To be continued...maybe ?

Omg why did it got so weird ?? Things that happen when I can't fall asleep xD

could you do a fic where danny meets either the avengers or maybe spidey and they find out he's a ghost but think he's a legit crime fighting dead kid and not a halfa? your writing is great, keep up the good work friend!

Danny groaned as he pulled himself out of some busted car, having been slammed into it by Skulker. He blasted the hunter with an ice-ecto mix, making him sink to the ground. He landed with a horrible sounding crunch. Danny flew over and punched him in the face so hard his helmet was knocked off. He then grabbed the squirming little ghost and tossed him in the air before catching him with the thermos. He placed the cap back on and turned around, ready to fly back to Amity, wherever that was. He had no idea what natural portal he got stuck in with Skulker, but he knew it wasn’t anywhere near home. 

At least it wasn't one that sent him through time. 

He saw an explosion in he distance, and for some reason his tired brain thought it would be a good idea to go there and ask people where the hell he was, because he sure as heck didn’t know. Thakfully it only took him a few minutes to get there, and when he did, his eyes popped out of his skull. 

He saw Captain freaking America fighting some robots while some other guy in red tights swung by and tied a small cluster of them together with some sort of white stuff coming from his wrists. There were a few other heroes fighting about, and it was quite possibly the greatest thing he had ever seen. 

There were too many robots for Danny’s taste, so he decided to jump into the fire and takedown as many as he could. After all. the only thing better than a superhero team up was seeing Clockwork in a Christmas hat.

He quickly swept through a large group, flying through them and messing up their systems with a few, making them implode with others. But it made the task go by much faster, espececally when the Avengers didn’t really question his presence. They saw him help ad decided to just accept it, knowing that they could always ask all of the important questions when they were done. 

With Danny’s help it only lasted a few more minutes, which everbody was kind of thankful for. As he touched back to the ground a small circle of world famous heroes surrounded him with raised eyebrows and their guards up.

“Kid, who are you?” Iron man asked. Danny, despite still being kind of small, puffed out his chest proudly. 

“Name’s Phantom,” he said, striking a sort of hero pose that made the arrow guy-what was his name? Hawk Guy?-Snort.

“Phantom?”  he was close enough to recognize now, Danny realized. It was a new suit, but he would know that web slinger from youtube anywhere. “Like, as in ghosts?” Danny nodded and grinned.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m a ghost.”

“Like, walk through walls, turn invisible, supernaturally flick things against the wall kind of ghost?” Hawkeye asked. 

“Well, I can't do that last one but yeah. See?” He stuck his hand through Hawkeye’s chest, partly to show him he wasn’t lying and partly because he wanted to see whathis reaction would be. Danny almost doubled over with laughter at the look on his face. 

“So you’re like, dead,” Iron Man stated.

“Well, that is the definition of a ghost, isn’t it?” Danny shot back.

“But you’re only a kid,” Captain America stated. He was appaled that someone as great as Phantom had died so young, now spending the rest of his afterlife fighting crime. But Phantom didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he just kind of shrugged.

“Well, yeah, I guess,” he said casually, “But accidents happen.”

“How did you die?” Spider-man asked. “I-if you don’t mind me asking, that is,” he stuttered slightly, not realizing how rude the question seemed now that it was said out loud.

“My parents are inventors and ghost hunters and they built a portal. It didn’t work, so I went in to just goof around with my friends and tripped on the wires and boom-I’m a ghost.”

Captain America frowned, not like the idea of a kid dying because of his parents-his decisions, but his parents not supervising nonetheless. It must have been painful.

“What did they do, put the on button on the inside?” Iron Man scoffed.

“Yes,” Danny replied, completely serious. 

“Oh. Well, I guess that makes the idea less funny then.”

“So if you’re a ghost why are you...fighting crime?” Cap asked. Danny shrugged again, and they all began to notice that it was a common thing for the spirit to do.

“Because I like helping people? I mean, I get all these cool powers, and sure, they’re fun using them for stuff I don’t need to use them dor, but I wanted to do more, you know? I mean, I can share my power with the world in a good way. I like helping people.” Danny placed a hand to his chest, feeling the cold of his core pulsing with energy right next to his beating heart. 

“So where are you from, kid?” Hawkeye asked. 

“Amity Park. Speaking of which, how far away is that? I need to get back.”

“It’s on the other side of the world, dude,” Spider-Man answered. This didn’t seem to phase the ghost as all. He just shrugged again.

“Well, I guess. Hey, um-If you guys need any-like-just call me if there’s another alien invasion of something, okay? I could totally kick some more butt with oyu guys.”

Cap nodded, not really knowing what else to say to the kid. He grinned and thanked them before opening a swirling green portal and flying through it.

“So...” Iron Man said. “Ghost, am I right?”

“I can’t believe they’re real,” Spidey breathed in awe. This was so cool!

“I think it’s time to do some research on Amity,” Tony told Cap. He nodded his agreement and looked at Spider-man jumping around excitedly about how ghosts were real. Spider-Man was just as young as the spirit. What if he had died when he got his powers like Phantom? It was kind of scary to think about, and having that on his mind was not something the super soldier was looking forward to. 

“I’m gonna go take a vacation,” Steve replied, knowing Tony would understand what he meant.

“Do you want to take Green Bean with you?” Tony asked, already running facial recognition on people that have died in Amity.

“No, but maybe the kid. I’m sure he’ll be excited to sight see.”

Cap looked over at Spider-man again, this time smiling at his child like wonder as he looked at Big Ben in the distance. He couhed slightly to get his attention.

“Hey kid?” he asked. Spider-man looked towards him, giving him his full attention. He ignored CLint rolling his eyes as he nodded his head slightly. “Want to go on another field trip?

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My body looses all movement as my lifeless corpse lays on the cold floor. A single tear runs down your cheek as you whisper, "Godspeed, honey man." HAPPY fourth of July! Hello! My name is Jeremy Frederick Wilson, but you can just call me… Bombittyboo! I know, yet again, I have not been dedicating, enough time to my vlog. However, today, I’ve created a new interpretive dance and poem routine! I hope this is the climax, the outcome, of all my creative juices, since my last interpretive dancing vide which was from over a year ago. Well anyway, this poem is in the format of an english sonet. I hope you really like it, and I hope you like it as much as me. Again, HAPPY fourth of July! I hope you all celebrate it carefully, and wisely! Well, here goes nothing! I hope you enjoy it! Oh so, so many years before today, our founding fathers with their many signatures, sculpted the greatest nation, as some say, one that too this day, still grows, and matures. This, our home. This, our country that we love. That we still celebrate, July fourth. The men who made us completely free of… British tyranny. Which reined south and north. Free from this! We join together in bliss. To honor all those, who came before us. But we do not just sit and reminisce. We look to the future, as we discuss. The bright prospects of our nation so dear. Which much proceed with strength, and lacking fear. Hey guys its Sam hi here with more tips for your everyday life, helping you out, bringing you wisdom. Hey im 27 I’ve been there I’ve done that I’ve been around the block. This next tip has to do with relationships. Love, romance, whatever you wanna call it. I’m gonna give you a surefire way to get her, your special someone, wrapped around your little finger. I mean they’re gonna be just.. Ooohh thinking about you all day. Here’s how you do it. You have to awaken the motherly instinct. You have to get your sweetie, your sweetie pie, to awaken her biological, uh, genetic motherly instinct. and it’s very easy to do. I’m gonna show you how to do it. Kay? You ready? Here we go. (gets on hands and knees) Mommy! Mommy! (smacking lips)Baby Sammy want milk! (slurping) Gimme milky! Mommy! Mooommy! Mommy mommy!! Mom! Mommy! Mommy Sammy want milk! (slurping) Baby Sammy hungry! Baby Sammy Hungry!! I want milk!! WAAAAAAH!! Gimme milky! Gimme milky! Gimme milk! Wah wah wah!! Baby want milky! Here comes the baby! Baby Sammy hungry! (crawling) Baby Sammy want milky! (approaching) Gimme milky!! Gimmy milk! Here I come! I want milk!! GIMME TIT MILK! GIMME TIT MILK!! BABY SAMMY WANT TIT MILK!! BABY SAMMY WANT TIT MILK!!! BABY SAMMY WANT TIT MILK NOW! GIMME THE TIT MILK OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯＯ I came here to have a good time but I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now. It’s a metaphor, see? You crave that mineral, but you don’t give it the power to have an extra hour with the ball pit. Oh sad frog, if only there was someone out there who loved you, but my anaconda don’t noot noot unless you talk dirty to me and make me squart across the room. Even if the girl kissed the boy, your fave is problematic – John Green is the zodiac killer, Luigi is giving the death stare, and it’s actually blood orange. Free him! Not all starter kits are for stealing her look, but sometimes you have to eat Lay’s chips during peach time and submerge unnecessary color palettes in bluespace, covering them in text posts for the aesthetic. I told my bae to come over because my parents aren’t home, but girls don’t like boys, they like the selfie olympics. the way they just [clenches fist] olympic all those selfies. According to the science side, “The average skeleton fights in war for 31 days” very factoid, much statistical error. The average skeleton fights in war for 0 days. Skeleton Georg, who uses tumblr pro, wears a fedora, and has fought in the skeleton war for all eternity, is an outlier and should not have been counted. You’ll never see the last meme of 2014 the way Garcia Lopez de Cardenas saw it, but that’s none of my business. Anyway, here’s Wonderwall. [Muffled Flappy Bird Music Plays in the Distance] neopets is honestly a horrifying and disturbing look into the faults of late capitalism and the unfettered exploitation inevitable in unregulated economic systems like first you have the ridiculous inflation rate caused by the ease of which you can generate new neopoints. it’s like the post-WWI germany thing—if you keep printing money, it loses its value. similarly, as people play games, play habitarium, use the stock market, (basically any way of earning neopoints that doesn’t involve rsing from the NPC shops) they’re not actually exchanging currency cyclically like economies rely on—they’re just making it out of thin air. 10,000 neopoints today was 1,000 neopoints a few years ago. even avatar items that have been around for a while have soared from 300k to 3 mil. inflation is further worsened by a few things. one is that there are very few neopoint sinks (only notable examples are the main shops, wishing well, paid dailies, and slots) and only ONE that works even remotely efficiently. they had the save the wheels neopoint sink a few years ago to try to combat the problem, which only fucked things up worse. in order to incite people to sink their neopoints, they offered prizes to people who donated a lot. but the prizes themselves, both during the event and after, just encouraged people to generate more neopoints to donate and get prizes. it’s also awful because kids don’t play neopets anymore. in a capitalist system there’s always relative poverty, but the poor are disappearing. do you want to play a game where anything worth doing costs more than you could ever dream of earning? how is an 8 year old going to learn how to restock draik eggs? poverty in neopia is earning, like, 33k a day, and richness is incomprehensibly huge. we’re talking billions, trillions. wealth disparity is huge with no regulatory system helping out the lowest tier, and the rich get richer with bigger interest, bigger stocks, and more wiggle room with auction sniping the supply/demand is so integral to everything you do, buy, or take part in. you have things like codestones that generally stay constant (in the 3-7k range, with some inflating 20-40% around war time when people are training more because hello demand!) and things like junk items that you think could NEVER inflate because the supply is so high suddenly inflating 1,000,000% or more in a day due to a site event. and the staff actually have NO IDEA how to fix it. save the wheels? fucked up. portal plot? hilarious. there are rules against hoarding items just to raise the price, but how do you control that? bread costs less than rotten tomato salads. if you earn 16k a day (about average if you’re casual) it would take you 59 years to save up for a dark faerie wand. hell will eventually be sucked into the vortex of neopets.com and we will all despair and i will be richer than all of you In ancient Greek mythology, Pygmalion was a highly accomplished Cypriot sculptor. Though skilled at imitating the human form, and well acquainted with it's subtleties, he became disgusted by it when he witnessed the Propoetides prostituting themselves. These women were punished by Venus for their lack of worship with a coarseness of skin and a crudeness of nature, and were then forced into prostitution. Seeing this, Pygmalion the sculptor was repelled and could no longer appreciate women. Seemingly alone, Pygmalion sought to create for himself a perfect, pure, unsullied companion. He used his particular skills to this end: he created a statue bride. What you are about to watch is a mysterious video. It's origin is attributed variously, and almost certainly spuriously, to various abstract artists or surrealists. The truth is that what we are seeing, and what we perceive to be strange and disturbing, is actually beauty to it's creator. Perhaps what we are viewing is the work of a modern Pygmalion. To him, her toneless voice, the paleness of her skin and the comparative vibrancy of her lips may indeed be the very embodiment of a perfect woman... Consider the mind-scape of the creator. In whose mind does this appear beautiful? In whose mind is this pure, near worshipful? Are we missing out on his perspective? Who are we to be afraid or to judge them? He may well love her fully, perhaps more fully than any of us could ever hope to be loved. In the mind of her creator, she is a near goddess; the perfect representation, not just of femininity, but the peak of human potential. A perfectly satisfactory being. How does that kind of unconditional love feel? Well, how does she feel? Fantastic. The "Swing Daddy" of the piano, Artie Antlers was one of the early cabaret characters at Pizza Time Theatre. Artie sang with a deep soulful voice, and his style of music ranged from boogie-woogie, to swing, to early Rock and Roll. He often referred to himself as "moose-ical" and also played up the moose theme by making quotes such as "this Moose is loose". Artie was used in the early 1980s, and was the final culmination of the characters of Elkton John and Glen Camel who were mentioned in the original 1977 PTT Program but never put into production. He was originally announced in 19793, and debuted during the first half of 1980. He originally appeared at three of the earliest Pizza Time Theatre locaions - San Jose (Kooser), Concord, and Sacramento, replacing Dolli Dimples in the Cabaret (then known as the Piano Bar Lounge). Artie Antlers was voiced by Jim Cunningham, a jazz artist whose band "The High Time Octet" had been written up in national papers. Jim was hired by the ad agency of Foote, Cone & Belding and flown from Denton, TX to do the recording at Wally Heider Studios in San Francisco. The piano player on the tracks was a man who played for the Pointer Sisters, and the entire recording session happpened over the course of only four days. Artie dressed in a flashy blue tux, and originally had a black nose which was later removed. Mechanically, Artie was identical to Dolli Dimples (minus the breast movement) – the duo can be seen together at the factory here. Shortly after his introduction, Artie required a retrofit for his antlers which were originally made of wood and broke easily. A styrofoam version was created that was more durable and did not break from the characters movements. During the very early 1980s, Artie was used widely on PTT merchandise, appearing in print on items such as calendars and annual reports. He was also featured on items such as the “Chuck E. Cheese Cube” and other redemption items. Despite his prominent exposure and usage, Artie was never given a second showtape - in 1982 when Dolli Dimples was renewed for a second tape, a new character was introduced named B.B. Bubbles instead of new material for Artie. Aspects of Artie Antlers were used in ideas for new retrofits, such as a Davy Crockett style retrofit for Artie, and a lumberjack character retrofit for The King, however neither materialized past the concept art stage. sweetie, you are literally so out of line it’s fucking unbelievable. i could drag you so hard right now but i know you’ll just end up crying. i’ve roasted you before and you know it. chances are you’ll just say i bullied you because you’re gay and have different skin. talk shit get hit, you don’t wanna mess with me kiddo; i’ve got a black belt. i know threats are fucked up but that’s all i’ve been receiving all day, probably from her royal hoodrat olive and all of her nasty friends. but you can gang up on me and make fun of me for being goth all you want. i’ve been hurt a lot. my first boyfriend cheated on me, my dad screams if i forget to do my chores, and there are some days i don’t even want to get out of bed in the mornings. i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of. you think your life is hard? try asking the cutest guy in your grade out in the middle of the cafeteria only to find out he has a fucking girlfriend. you don’t know my life or my story so keep my name out of your nasty mouth. life is a battlefield and it looks like i’ve already won. i’m a jaded teenage girl👸. i’ve been through shit💩that you wouldn’t even dream☁️🌜 of. you think💭 your life is hard?😁😣👿 try asking💬❓ the cutest😙😻 guy👱in your grade👦👱👧👩👸👲 out in the middle of the cafeteria🍔🍟🍕 only to find out😨 he has a fucking girlfriend👫💏💔. you don’t👎 know my life or my story📖📚 so keep my name👸 out of your nasty mouth👅💩. life is a battlefield💣🔫🔪 and it looks👀 like i’ve already won👌 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit I AM GAY! GAY! GAY! I LOVE LONG BIG COCKS. I’M A SUPER SUPER GAY I LOVE LONG BIG COCKS. Now once again, I would like to make this very clear. I AM GAY! GAY! GAY! I LOVE LONG BIG COCKS. I’M A SUPER SUPER GAY I LOVE LONG BIG COCKS. Thank you for your attention and I hope for your support. Teru! Teruteru! Teru! Teruteru! Hana…Hanama….Hana, Hana, Hanamura. Teru! Teruteru! Teru! Teruteru! Hana…Hanama….Hana, Hana, Hanamura. Teru! Teru! Teruteru! Hana…Hanamura! Hanamura! Hanamura! He’s a cook. He’s a cooooook. He’s a cook, cook, cook. Hanamura! Teru! Teruteru! Teru! Teruteru! Teru. Teru. Teruteru! Teru. Teru. He’s the cook. He’s the cook at the Super High School Level. Cook! Cook! He’s a cook. Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! It’s Teru! Teruteru! Teru! Teruteru! Hanamura! Hanamura! High School Level Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! He’s kinda plump, plump and round. Flirts with everyone. (guys and girls) (guys and girls) (guys and girls) He flirts with them all. Flirts with them all. And he loves his mom! Mom! Mom, happy mommy’s day. Teru! Teruteru! Teru! Teruteru! Hanamura! Hanamura! He’s Super High School Level Cook! He’s the cook at Dangan Ronpa! Super Dangan Ronpa 2! Goodbye, goodbye, despair academy! Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye to despair! Des-des-despair academy! Academy on a tropical island. On a tropical island. Trop-trop-tropical island of hope and despair! Hope and despair, it’s Teruteru Hanamura. Hanamura. The cook at Super High School Level! Cook, cook, calls himself a chef. Cook, cook, calls himself a chef. At the highschool, at the highschool, super highschool, super highschool. Super Dangan Ronpa 2! 2! 2! 2! 2! It’s Teruteru Hanamura! Hanamura, he’s a cook. He’s a chef. He’s a cook who calls himself a chef. Chef, at the Super Highschool Level. Level! Level! Level! It’s Teruteru, Teruteru, Hanamuru. Teratera Hanamuru. He’s the cook, the cook, at the Super Highschool, Super Highschool, Super Highschool. I'M WITH STUPID (TRANSCRIPT) SpongeBob, Squidward and Patrick's houses are seen. Patrick's house is shaking. SpongeBob knocks on it. Every time he does it closes. He opens it himself. Patrick is cleaning frantically. He featherdusts SpongeBob] Patrick: NEED...FURNITURE! [makes a lamp post model out of the sand; he then makes a sand drawer, television, stool, and a couch. The whole time he is still frantically mumbling] SpongeBob: Patrick, what's with the home improvement? [Patrick barks like a dog and continues to clean]Hey, Patrick! Patrick: Oooooooh, sweep sweep!! SpongeBob: Patrick, I came over to see if you wanted to go jellyfishing. But I can see you're busy having an episode. Patrick: [Stops cleaning. his face turns mad] You know something, SpongeBob? It's just all fun and games for you. Nothing really matters. [imitates SpongeBob] "Oh, let's go jellyfishing! We don't have any work to do! Life is just a big bowl of fancy assorted cashews, and nobody has anything to dust or to clean or to wipe! Or fabricate!!!" SpongeBob: But, Patrick, the only thing I've ever seen you clean is your plate. Patrick: [Patrick snaps out of being angry and starts crying] I don't know what to do, SpongeBob. You gotta to help me! SpongeBob: [gasps] Patrick! You forgot how to eat again! Come on, we'll get the funnel. Patrick: No, it's not that, SpongeBob; it's worse. SpongeBob: Darn, I like the funnel. Well, what is it, then? Patrick: Look! [Takes out a rolled-up piece of paper from his belly button] SpongeBob: Hey, a note! [A sixteenth note is shown] Patrick: Yeah, but turn it over, there's a letter! [The letter B is shown] SpongeBob: You're right! Patrick: And, I got this message from my parents! [Hands out a smaller letter] SpongeBob: Your parents? [Reads the note out loud] "Dear Patrick, your mom and I are coming out tomorrow for Starfish Day. Please try to remember, but don't try too hard, or you'll hurt yourself like last time. Love, Daddy". Patrick: SpongeBob, my parents think I'm dumber than a sack of diapers. SpongeBob: No, they don't, Patrick. Parents just like to push your buttons. Like this! [pushes Patrick's nipples and his eyes elongate]Nauuugh! Patrick: [Laughing] That always cheers me up. [His eyes go back to normal] But not today. SpongeBob: Patrick, if your parents think you're dumb, then they must not know what dumb really is. Patrick: But don't they watch television? SpongeBob: That's what I'm saying, Pat! If your parents got to meet a real dummy, they'd realize what a genius you really are! Patrick: But don't geniuses live in a lamp? And besides, we don't know any dumb people. SpongeBob: Don't worry, Patrick! I'll be the dummy! When your parents see how dumb I act, they'll think you're the smartest guy ever! Patrick: Math is power! [Bubble transition to the next day. Patrick is in front of his mirror] Patrick: A, B, C, D, E, F, G... [Doorbell rings] Oh! H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O...! Janet: Should I get the bullhorn again, Marty? Patrick: W, X, Y and Z! [Marty doesn't realize the door has been opened and knocks on Patrick's head] Hi Mom, Hi Dad. Marty: Son! You recognized us this time! Patrick: Why wouldn't I recognize my own parents? Marty: You never were a bright one. [Patrick groans. Marty laughs] Well, aren't you gonna show us inside? Janet: He probably forgot where it is. Patrick: Well I know where it... Marty: Oh, let me lead the way so we don't get lost. [Patrick, Marty and Janet hold hands] Huh? Hold hands now! [Inside the house] Ok, we're almost there! Let go on three. One...two...three! [Marty and Janet let go of Patrick's hands on three] Janet: Good job! Marty and Janet: Pats for Patrick! [Both laugh as Patrick looks annoyed] Patrick: I'll go get the beverages. [Patrick leaves, then comes back with a tray with three drinks on it] Marty: Wow, son! You put the drinks in something this time! Ah, son, you must've been working all night to put these together for us. Janet and Marty: We love you! [Both kiss Patrick as he looks even more annoyed and groans] Patrick: [Doorbell rings] Hooray, the idiot's here! I mean, I'll get it! [Outside, SpongeBob is putting on his karate helmet] SpongeBob: Protective helmet, check. Gary: Meow. SpongeBob: I'm supposed to look stupid, Gary! Gary: Meow? [Goes back to SpongeBob's house] SpongeBob: What could go wrong? [Patrick's rock opens] Patrick: What a surprise! SpongeBob: Hi. Patrick: Mom, Dad, meet my neighbor, SpongeBob! SpongeBob: Hi. Marty: Hello there! Janet: How do you do? SpongeBob: Hi. [Walks to Patrick's parents] Marty: Put 'er there. [SpongeBob puts a doll on his hand] Doll: Mama! Mama! Patrick: He means "shake". [SpongeBob shakes his entire body]No, SpongeBob, no! Shake hands! [SpongeBob shakes both his hands]No, SpongeBob! Grab my dad's hand. [Puts both his hands and his left leg on Marty's hand] Grab it with only one hand! [Puts his left leg and hand down] Good boy! Now move your arm up and down! [He moves his shoulder up and down. Patrick giggles] Janet: So, SpongeBob. Do you live nearby? SpongeBob: Hi. Patrick: No, SpongeBob. Show them your house! [SpongeBob pulls up his pants and reveals a blouse]No, not your blouse! Your house! [SpongeBob screams and runs over to his house. He runs into the shell and gets stuck] Janet: He lives in a fruit? Marty: That's unhealthy. Patrick: [Giggling] Hey, SpongeBob! You wanna stay for dinner? [SpongeBob babbles like an idiot. Later, Patrick, Marty and Janet are watching television while eating TV dinners] Marty: Does he always do that after he eats? Patrick: Only on Wednesday. [Pan over to SpongeBob pushing his nose to reveal his underwear. When he lets go, his pants pull up by themselves. This is repeated a few times. SpongeBob makes an alarm sound after that. Patrick giggles] Marty: [Starts giggling with Patrick]Uh, Patrick, I think your friend might be broken. Patrick: Yeah. And it would take more than some masking tape to fix that guy. [SpongeBob balances on his nose while making a fire truck siren sound. Makes other various sounds] Marty: Whoa! Is he gonna be okay? Patrick: Oh, that's nothing. [Dolphin chirping] You should see him in the morning prancing around yelling "I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm rea!" [Rooster crows] He drives all the neighbors crazy! [Horn] Why, just the other day, our neighbor Squidward was--- [SpongeBob jumps backwards over Patrick, Janet and Marty while making an elephant trumpet sound, then he crashes on the floor]. ---was really no help for him. [SpongeBob makes imprints of himself on the walls while making horn sounds] I mean, look at the way he's dressed. Only somebody with holes drilled in their head would wear that stuff! And how about his shape! I mean, I've heard of barrel-chested, but never box-chested! [Janet, Marty and Patrick laugh. SpongeBob frowns]Hey, SpongeBob do you have any mascara I could borrow? [Makes his eyebrows sound like elastic rubber bands] Marty: [Chuckles] The boy wears make-up? Janet: What a card! [Everyone laughs, except SpongeBob, who's now very annoyed] SpongeBob: [Confused] Hey, Patrick! Patrick! Patrick: Aw, he said my name. Marty: Wow, how'd you train him to do that? [SpongeBob is mad. He bites Patrick's finger] Patrick: Ow! He bit me! SpongeBob: Patrick, meet me in the kitchen! Patrick: Oh, I guess the dummy wants to have a private conversation. [Janet and Marty laugh] A dumb one! [They laugh again, as SpongeBob and Patrick enter the kitchen] So, what's on your mind? Oh, wait, I already know the answer. Nothing! [Patrick laughs very hard] See, that's funny. 'Cause your dumb! SpongeBob: Patrick, could you let up on the insults just a little bit? Patrick: Oh, were those too complicated for you? I'll try dumbing them down a bit. SpongeBob: Patrick, I get the feeling that you think I really am dumb! [glances at Patrick's t-shirt, "I'M WITH THE DUMMY" with an arrow pointing towards SpongeBob] Patrick: That's just what I'd expect you to say. Dumb people are always blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are. [Patrick drools] SpongeBob: I'm only pretending to be dumb! It was our plan, remember! Patrick: Oh, SpongeBob, if only you could see how stupid you sound right now, with your talk of imaginary plans. Tell you what. You've caught me at a good mood. I'll humor you. Go on, go out there and act "smart" for everyone. SpongeBob: Ok, I will! [Takes off his helmet] Patrick: [Puts on helmet] And don't worry, I'll keep this warm for ya! SpongeBob: [In front of Janet and Marty, clears throat] I have a confession to make. I lied about being stupid. I just acted like a fool so you would appreciate Patrick a little bit more. I know how to talk, and eat, and do laundry. I even separate the darks from the lights. So what do you say we start over and try again? Hi! My name is SpongeBob SquarePants. And I am not a dummy. Marty: [laughs] Amazing! Three minutes in the kitchen and our son has taught him to talk in complete sentences. Oh, good work, son! Patrick: It wasn't easy, dad. SpongeBob: [sputtering] But... but, but, but, but, but, but... Janet: It looks like it's time for your next lesson, young man! SpongeBob: Now, listen to me! I'm not dumb! I have a brain! See, here's a picture of it! [He shows them a small picture of his brain] Patrick: That must be actual size. [All laugh] SpongeBob: No! It's normal size and fully functional, watch. [Writes on Patrick's chalkboard] 2 plus 2 equals 4. Marty: Hoho, son! You taught him math too! SpongeBob:Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Marty: And you taught him to sing! [SpongeBob is blabbering and sputtering] Oh, now he's short-circuiting! You must have taught him a little too much. [SpongeBob imagines them all laughing hard. Marty and Janet look at each other and laugh; then they all do the can-can. He imagines the three popping out of SpongeBob's pores. SpongeBob is inside Janet, who is laughing, inside Marty, who is also laughing, inside Patrick, who is also laughing, inside his eye. SpongeBob screams and runs through the wall outside, running all the way back home] Marty: You know, son, I've always known that when it comes to brightness, well, you're about a three-watt. But this guy! He's a wet match in a dark cave. He makes phone operators seem smart! [clears his throat] But more importantly, son, he's shown me what a sharp, quick-witted boy you've become. [Hugs him] Ha! I feel like I'm really meeting you for the first time. Isn't that right, Janet? Janet: You bet, Marty! Patrick: [His eyes widen] Janet? Marty? Who are you people?! Janet: Marty! I'm scared! [Doorbell rings, then the rock opens up. Squidward, Herb and Margie are outside his rock] Squidward: Excuse me. Does this lovely couple belong to you? They've been standing outside my house saying "Where's Patrick?" all day! It's driving me nuts! Patrick: Mom! Dad! Herb: Wow, son! You actually recognized us this time. Margie: And you remembered to get dressed today! [Patrick, Herb and Margie laugh] Marty: Oh, that's right, honey. We don't have a son. Janet: Oh yeah! [Both walk away. 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If you're tired of starting over, stop. giving. up. >le maymay arrow is this a le new epic meme? screen kapped for dat sweet karma xD. FUS ROH DAH!!!!!1 i used to be a christmas but then i took an arrow 2 da knee :^( BAZINGA BAZINGA ZIMBABWE. top kek, toppest of keks. le nyan cat? hahahaha le mayonaise. fucking epic ass meme i love that fucking meme so much man wait let me just *gets crack pipe out* smoke some of that good 420 shit :) *rips a bong* AHHHHHHHHH YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that sure hit the spot ok now repeat that fucking epic ass M E M E WHATA FUCK MAN xD i just fall of my chair cuz i couldnt and i CANT stop laughXXXXXX DDDDDD OMGOSH DDDDD XXXXX DDDDD DDDDDD LOOOOOOOLLLLL FUCKIN HOLY SHITTTT I CANT JUST STOP LAUGHING CAUSE HE HE HE HE HE JUST TO FUNNY MAN!!!1!11! GOOD MEME SORRY I MEAN GREAT MEME EPIC MEMEING /b/ro BAZINGA BAZINGA BAZINGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ZIMBABWE is this a le new epic meme? screen kapped for dat sweet karma xD. FUS ROH DAH!!!!!1 i used to be a christmas but then i took an arrow 2 da knee :^( BAZINGA BAZINGA ZIMBABWE. top kek, toppest of keks. le nyan cat? hahahaha le mayonaise. fucking epic ass meme i love that fucking meme so much man wait let me just gets crack pipe out smoke some of that good 420 shit :) rips a bong AHHHHHHHHH YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that sure hit the spot ok now repeat that fucking epic ass M E M E I'm Squirting Pure Mio Water Flavoring Into My Mouth And Walking Around With Swiffer WetJets Taped To My Shoes I Don't Give A Fuck Damn About Society You Know What? I'm Going To Write A Song About How Bad I Want To Fight You, And Once It Makes A Lot Of Money, I'm Going To Buy A Plane Ticket And Come To Your House And I'm Going To Break All Of Your Electronic Devices, You God Damn Pincushion. Okay, first of all, FUCK your fandom and FUCK your bullshit fandom politics. I know you’re not going to like this but I don’t care and before you start thinking about flaming me my ask box has anonymous off so you’re going to listen to what I have to say. Monica would be a firebender, I think that’s one thing we all agree on. Now is where you’re going to hate me. Phoebe and Joey would both be airbenders. Now before you start flipping a shit let me just say this: go fuck yourself. Ross would be an earthbender and Rachel would be a waterbender. I KNOW THIS INTERFERES WITH THE SHIP. I DON’T CARE, FUCK YOUR SHIP AND FUCK YOU. And Chandler? Chandler would be a nonbender. I know it hurts but it’s true. I have watched every episode of the show and all of his actions lead me to believe the creators envisioned him as a nonbender from the start. Disagree? FUCK YOU. What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. hi every1 im new!!!!!!! holds up spork my name is katy but u can call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol…as u can see im very random!!!! thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me _… im 13 years old (im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch invader zim w/ my girlfreind (im bi if u dont like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol…neways i hope 2 make alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!! DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again _^ hehe…toodles!!!!! love and waffles, Getting salt from gamer boys in my inbox. Listen up turd turrets, I WANTED to just play video games, I WANTED to just have fun, I NEVER wanted my gaming to be political or a struggle, I just wanted to play. But you wouldn’t fucking let me, you brought up my gender, you judged me based on it, YOU made it political. So now I WILL wreck everything with my fucking feminism, I am the feminist nightmare you fucking created. Witness me. you guys we gotta hurry i just got back from walmart theyre selling nintendo 3DS systems for $149.99 on sale plus every time you buy one you get a $50 gift card brings the total price down to $110 after tax NOW LISTEN we can flip those sons of bitches for 230 bucks a piece EASY they’re all limited edition zelda ones! HURRY hurry come with me! We can be rich and also i’ll get to keep one and we can play NINTENDO GAMES nintendo give me free stuff 14 years ago ⬅️📅today⬇️, the episode 📺✨”Band Geeks”✨📯🏉🇺🇸🎸🎷🎺🎤 of spongebob🌕▫️🐙🐚🐳 👔👖🍔🍟 squarepants came out😱📡. Our hero spongebob 🌕👔◽️👖 and his squad 🐙🐞🐚🐠🐟🐬🐳🍁 valiantly turnt up 🎉💥🔥💃 the bikini bottom bubble bowl 👙💘💭🍜🏉. Send 📲 this to 1⃣4⃣ other band geeks 👓👔. if u get 5⃣ back⬅️😄, it’s sweet 🍦🍩 sweet 🎂🍪 sweet 🍫🍭 victory 🎉🎊🎆 . If u get 0⃣😩 you are a #squilliam 🐙💢👎😰 Bring Tooth Ghost Pipe Hell Tooth Man To School With You. You Have No Other Choice. Bring Him. Feed Him Lies. He Will Crush The Nonbelievers. Listen To His Voice, Do You Hear His Song, O? Does He Cry? No. He Is Laughing. He Is Only Laughing. His Voice Is Fire. His Laugh Is Thunder. His Existence Is Forever. Fear Him. Love Him. He Is In Us all. Believe. Believe. Believe My OCHIN is gigantic, O.T.N is it's abbreviation It is mainly handled with things such as △○□× it serves combined use for men and woman Recently, a portable style that disassembles became possible All kinds of OCHIN have come into circulation Remove the portable-type OCHIN, so there aren't a lot of lost cases I advise you keep the lock nice and tight Furthermore, be careful because OCHIN as a so-called sex symbol is completely different Again, the above text is completely appropriate I actually met Guy Fieri at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Guy Fieri shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” Guy was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Guy Fieri and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents. Our MURDERCUBE, who art intangible,
hollow-pointed be your name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thine will be Gun,
on earth, as it is in /k/
Give us this day our daily Nugget,
and forgive us our 9mm vs .45 threads,
as we also have forgiven our Nogunz brethren.
And lead us not into Taurus,
but deliver us from Kimber.
For thine is the ‘PING!’-gun,
The Mauser,
and the Glory
Forever, and ever
Amen Ave Nex Alea; War is the way of Man; Man is the means of war; the Murder/k/ube allows us war; our worship is our readiness. Saluto Nex Alea. You know who/what is “on fleek?” Jesus. My Savior. My Love. My Ultimate Hero. Jesus is on fleek. The Catholic Church is on fleek. It is on point. It points us to our True North – Heaven – Jesus. Our Blessed Mother is on fleek. She is on point. Her ultimate job is to bring us to her Son – Our Savior – Our Love – Our Ultimate Hero. Thinking of the slang, “on fleek,” I started to think about as a working Catholic wife and mom, what things are on fleek in my life. I came up with a top 5: 1. Father. Son. Holy Spirit. They are on fleek. 2. My Family. So extremely grateful to be the wife and mom in my family. Straight up on point. 3. My job. Even with some of the difficulties I have balancing it with being a momma, I am extremely GRATEFUL to the Lord that He has entrusted me with this responsibility. Definitely leading to my holiness – so, yes, on fleek. 4. The faith community to which we belong. First, the Catholic faith in general – 2000 years old. So on fleek. Then, the particular parish we belong to – St. John the Baptist Catholic Church in Brusly, Louisiana. It’s a small little Cajun town right outside of Baton Rouge. The people are real, filled with love, and completely community centered. On Fleek. 5. The Saints. Those who have gone before us, filled with the Holy Spirit, the faith, and an incredibly awesome love of Christ and His precepts. They are like my “on fleek” gang of intercessors! On point, on point, on point. Мы начинаем наше космическое путешествие в те времена, когда трава была зеленее и музыка прекраснее, когда еще не было плохой музыки, дабы вернуть давно утерянную формулу хорошей музыки. Рассекая пространство и время, мы слышим звуки божественной музыки, в которой каждая нота находится на своем месте. Кажется нечто подобное испытывают люди когда слушают альбомы Sigur Ros, некое блаженное чувтсво. Это состояние невозможно описать, трудно уловить и легко потерять, но удивительно, на всем протяжении нашего путешествия оно все усиливается и усиливается. В окне иллюминатора пролетают все самые значимые музыкальные и исторические вехи в истории. Важна уже не конечная точка прибытия, а само путешествие, потому что стремление - вот самое главное в нашей жизни, достигнув определенной точки нам обязательно захочется продолжить путешествие дальше. Честно говоря я уже не знаю где мы находимся, достигли мы того самого места? И где это место? Скорее всего мы улетели намного дальше, за пределы пространства времени. Неужели мы так и не нашли формулы? неужели все напрасно? Наше путешествие - вот та самая формула, точнее одна из ее композиций, собранная из обрывков воспоминаний. Вычислить ее невозможно, но нам крупно повезло и мы стали редкими счастливчиками которым открылась одна из идеальных музыкальных композиций. Сможем ли мы когда-нибудь повторить это путешествие… возможно не скоро, но когда-нибудь обязательно, а пока нужно вернуться на землю и передать человечеству данные собранные нашими датчиками. Мы не настолько умны чтобы из полученных данных вычислить формулу, но зато у нас появилась одна из композиций сгенерированных этой идеальной формулой. Так правильно, ведь если бы человечество обладало “ключем” ни к чему хорошему это не привело бы. My baby he don't talk sweet, He ain't got much to say But he loves me loves me loves me, I know that he loves me anyway And maybe he don't dress fine, But I don't really mind 'Cause every time he pulls me near, I just want to cheer Let's hear it for the boy Let's give the boy a hand Let's hear it for my baby, You know you gotta understand Oh, maybe he's no Romeo, But he's my lovin' one man show Whoa whoa whoa whoa Let's hear it for the boy My baby may not be rich, He's watchin' every dime But he loves me loves me loves me, We always have a real good time And maybe he sings off key, But that's alright by me, yeah 'Cause what he does he does so well, Makes me wanna yell Let's hear it for the boy Oh, let's give the boy a hand Let's hear it for my baby, You know you gotta understand Oh, maybe he's no Romeo, But he's my lovin' one man show Whoa whoa whoa whoa Let's hear it for the boy 'Cause every time he pulls me near, I just want to cheer Let's hear it for the boy Oh, let's give the boy a hand Let's hear it for my baby, You know you gotta understand Oh, maybe he's no Romeo, But he's my lovin' one man show Whoa whoa whoa whoa Let's hear it for the boy Let's hear it for my man (Let's hear it for my babe) Let's hear it my man (Let's hear it for the boy) (Let's hear it for my babe) (Let's hear it for the boy) Let's hear it for my man (Let's hear it for my babe) (Let's hear it for the boy) Pull yourself together (Let's hear it for my babe) (Let's hear it for the boy) Whoa let's hear it for my boy (Let's hear it for my babe) Let's hear it for my man (Let's hear it for the boy) (Let's hear it for my babe) Let's it for my man There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow Most people looked at him with terror and with fear But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear He could preach the bible like a preacher Full of ecstacy and fire But he also was the kind of teacher Women would desire RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar In all affairs of state he was the man to please But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze For the queen he was no wheeler dealer Though she'd heard the things he'd done She believed he was a holy healer Who would heal her son RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on [Spoken:] But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger for power became known to more and more people, the demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder. "This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please" No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms Then one night some men of higher standing Set a trap, they're not to blame "Come to visit us" they kept demanding And he really came RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen They put some poison into his wine RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine He drank it all and he said "I feel fine" RA RA RASPUTIN Lover of the Russian queen They didn't quit, they wanted his head RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine And so they shot him till he was dead [Spoken:] Oh, those Russians... I had this friend who used to brag to us all the time that he could catch his cum in his mouth without fail every time he masturbated. He actually wrote down how many times he successfully did it. 327. I’ll never forget that number. And every day at school, he would talk about this. It was always during lunch my sophomore year of high school, too..so it was extremely unnecessary. He used to always try to demonstrate his techniques with packets of mayonnaise but we’d always threaten to move tables so he’d stop. He was really one of those people who needed attention constantly. Aside from those times at lunch, he was a completely normal dude. Like…even after class we’d ask him about that stuff and be like “dude, what was with that cum stuff at lunch,” and he’d always look at us like we were crazy and say “what the hell are you talking about?” I’ll never forget that classmate. His great personality will always be remember but his perplexing obsession with catching his own ejaculate in his mouth will live on forever at my previous high school. He was a one of a kind guy. His name was Norman Reedus. Don't u ever ever fucken send me any thing like this again. U r so ignored. U will be so sorry one day. But u don't even know it yet. That pride of yours u think u know everything but u know shit. Your have really pissed me off. One day u will say. Wow Mom was right but it will be to late for u then. Fucken no all. I will not help u with ur hair or anything else so done ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to throw u out off my property. You r the most disrespectful little bitch I know. Don't ever disrespect my 'Lord' to me again. U and Chris will be able to talk to each other in Hell. Hey nightcore-ers. This is Mod Angel. Recently I have gone through a complete change of lifestyle and want to be referred to Mod Priscilla Valkyrie the Fallen Angel. Anyways, I’ve decided that nightcore isn’t enough so I will also be posting breakcore and dubstep remixes that sound nightcorey Yep. This right here is probably one of the best things I've ever heard. Honestly, it is. Every song i listen to now in my waking moments is nightcore remixes, full albums especially but its hard to find mixes for them all so sometimes i speed things up myself, I admit, because I just really like it so much better when its sped up 3000x. I usually do it in my offtime and it also helps me be more creative and inventive in my musical style as an artist. It really adds something different to the music and makes it so much better. So yeah. That's my two cents as a proud nightcore listener/artist

[Translation] Rising *Believe and Listen* New Star K.A.R.D “RUMOR” Behind the Scenes

K.A.R.D “RUMOR” MV filming location released!

- “The kids you told me that time”, “The song’s nice, I added it to (my) playlist”, “I told you this song was nice”, “Please debut”, “Listen and believe group”, “I look forward to the song this time too”... If these reactions are reactions of two songs by singers who have not debuted yet, would you believe it?

Youtube music video hits 10M in 17 days! Entry to US Itunes main chart! Using songs to speak, listen and believe, rising group! KARD finally announced their last debut project song “RUMOR”~ We will now take Naver family to the scene of the hot hot “HUMOR” MV~ follow follow me~~

Video : K.A.R.D Project Vol.1,2 복습하기 - K.A.R.D Project Vol.1 "Oh NaNa"

- K.A.R.D Project Vol. 2 "Don`t Recall"

Album : K.A.R.D Project Vol.3 “RUMOR”

KARD’s “RUMOR” following “Oh NaNa”, “Don’t Recall”, is their third shown project song. The three songs shown by KARD all links to one story. The story of love, separation and misunderstanding between a men and a woman. The first song “Oh Nana” talks about sweet love like serenade, the second song “Don’t Recall” was a song that expressed the feelings of farewell after the hot love was over. 

Following is KARD’s last project song “RUMOR”, after separation, the hardship of hearing about each other through rumors from friends. However, the song also tells the story of the man and the woman wanting to love again. On top of “RUMOR”’s solid story, EDM melody is added onto the dancehall groove, intensifying KARD’s unique charm, the coexistence of intensity and softness. Especially, in this song “RUMOR”, rapper J.seph participated as a vocal. Attracting many attention by showing off his hidden singing skills. 

Like this, KARD’s 3 volume project album is completed. This only leaves the official debut. 

Official Photo

Video : “RUMOR” MV

Story: “RUMOR” MV behind the scenes!

Where is the street lamp’s shadow?

Are you already feeling it by just looking at the feet?

Hello~ We are KARD’s J.Seph - BM!

Welcome to “RUMOR” MV’s filming scene~ (feeling good)

The beginning of today’s shooting is KARD’s J-interlocutor~ Seph~ J.seph.

J.seph has a nice atmosphere from the beginning... thank you so much for doing this. 

But.. be careful of this cool J.seph

Always have a friend who makes you excited! Friend, come on~~

Hi~ We are KARD’s BM & J.seph ~ (a.k.a Oppa line~)

How to take photos like KARD avi. 

The existence of such cool and cute oppa.. only me.. King oppa Ace oppa... 

Shooting location’s energizer! It’s BM~ He is full of energy from early morning!

But when he hears ‘cut’ ~ the looks of a working man! give give it to me~

Black and white match well with BM.. black and white BM.. I think the writer should lie down here *cries* 

what? I can’t lie down before the sister line comes out?

Your some, my some, our Black JokeR! Sister line Somin appeared.

Our Somin who is normally full of aegyo~ When she hears ‘cut’, immediately charisma explosion!! 

Everbody freezes under Somin’s charisma!

Wrong!! Happy when she’s monitoring~

Color JokeR Jiwoo who appeared to take group photos!

Jiwoo looks pretty even she she’s getting her make up done.. I don’t know one at all. 

Finally, KARD is complete! Handsome and pretty~ I really really want to do it for our KARD

KARD who is working hard monitoring even after the shoot ended, focusing on the camera~ eyes shining +_+

~ Now you can come into my net after I’ve written for the four of you like this ~

Shooting break time~ BM and Somin has started fighting for a hot pack.

BM and Somin’s 2nd contest (feat. Black Joker’s jacket) ..BM.. that’s your sister

Leaving the fight to give sister a ride~

BM is busy today too, busy~~

Everyone~ You’re used to this photo already right? It’s KARD’s teaser image. The impactful photo that has made many fan’s hearts race!

Let’s go and look at the shooting scene for the teaser cut~~ hm this is how they shot it!!

Oppa, you are both so cool +_+

Actually, the MV shooting location was slightly cold on that day~ Jiwoo’s face~ Are you hiding your face because it’s cold?

?? No~ When it’s cold, it’s best to move like this~wearing her coat backwards and do awesome moves~

And then smile like this~ coldness go away!

Somin too~ Hide your hands under staff unnie’s clothes, coldness go away!

Wait! With full spirits, the “RUMOR” MV shooting scene behind!

Interlude corner~ Let’s meet them! The KARD waiting room that everyone has been curious about, let’s take a look~

We are at KARD’s waiting room~ KARD’s logo drawn by dexterous BM~ 

Do you see Somin who is full of aehyo~

Unintentional couple look with manager

#OrangeOrange #KhakiKhaki #ManagerWeLoveYou

J.seph’s snack time with ramyun (Snack time by eating ramyun again after eating food)

Jiwoo with Kimbap hidden under her cheek

Because he has to wear slightly exposing clothing, BM is busy doing push-ups

Waiting room KARD finish!! To shooting location ~~

Back at the shooting location again, who has this pretty back side ~~

It was Black jokeR Somin~

I want to do it for Somin who is overflowing with beauty and charisma  ♥♥

I met eyes with this girl

When she poses like this.. every one is on their way to KARD~ there is no escape~~

Jiwoo started shooting after Somin in this dimly lit stairwell.

Even through the stairs she looks so pretty, it’s our Color jokeR Jiwoo. 

#JiwooCrush

Jiwoo is overflowing with charisma even when she’s monitoring 

But if you do a V pose like this.. everyone, now.. can’t seem to get out of Jiwoo’s charms. 

It seems like it’s going to be a long way out.. *kkung kkung*

Jiwoo is out with Staff onnie’s heavy camera~ Who is Jiwoo taking photos of?

It’s J.seph who is wearing matching orange all over~

J.seph sang with a hard heart because of “RUMOR”, I feel something more like a sad atmosphere is produced. Sad J.seph is also right. 

Now you have to face each other with Jiwoo and shoot ~ One look at their face and laughs! 

(It was said that they shot their eyes and forehead in the end)

Jiwoo who is full of jokes and shy J.seph

J.seph is waiting at the shooting site with an overcoat to see if his sister is cold. (feat. director Seph. Actor Seph)

Let’s look at BM who worked hard doing push-ups in the waiting room~

He looks cool even when he’s sitting still like this.. 

This photo is for everyone(This is for you ♥ ) Everyone please save~ +_+ save save 

BM and Somin’s clap clap fighting dab before shooting~ Which shooting location is it going to be?

I’m tired and tired of shooting until dawn *cries* the smiles on the faces of the members~~

It’s the dance scene. 

KARD received lots of love because of their dance that is full of feels! This time, “RUMOR”’ dace is also very addictive!

This teaser, if you watch it, you want to keep watching it and watch it.. At one point, their hands are making waves into the sky. 

KARD who worked hard, their “RUMOR” MV shooting behind! It’s a pity but this is it *cries*

How was it? Was it interesting?

Releasing on 24th of April!! (drum rolls)

KARD’s “RUMOR” is very addictive this time too, make sure to remember and listen to it! Promise~

Also~ America, Canada, Brazil, Mexico, in four countries, their first overseas tour “WILD KARD” and to commemorate their debut project KARD “WILD KARD PARTY” live! 

You can meet them on NAVER V so don’t forget! Broadcast killer! 

Video : “RUMOR” Making Clip

Video : “RUMOR” 소개

FROM K.A.R.D, TO NAVER~

See you next time~ Bye~

Translator: Teddy Source: NAVER

I stumbled across this song today!!  I LOVE IT!!!  I confess...I totally teared up...

Lyrics:

“ When I was a boy, a student at Hogwarts I paid attention to my studies not Quidditch or sports, and then a boy James Potter always picked on me, playing games and calling names like Snivellus Snape. Years later became a teacher, master of the dark arts, and I learned of James's death killed by Lord Voldemort, also killed Potter's wife her name was Lilly, only one to survive was their child named Harry. They said he's the chosen one, eventually in my class, chosen by Gryffindor he was a pain in my ass. He famous for surviving the spell for killing, but clearly fame isn't everything. Professor Severus Snape, with his long black cape, head of Slytherin, house of the snake and half blood prince Professor of defense potions master at Hogwarts. He's not a pleasant man, and he seems like he's bad, picking on Harry Potter in front of the class and, though they debate, he would do what it takes, to protect this place, he's Severus Snape. Dumbledore and Mcgonagall were fond of Harry, plus he had his friends, Hermione and Ron Weasley. Still there were some that didn't like him like me, there was Lucius and his son Draco Malfoy. However I'll admit things started to get weird ever since Harry Potter started attending class here. Professor Quirrell let in a Troll at Halloween, never trusted him again. Then at the Quidditch game, Harry's broom was bewitched, it was Quirrell I could see and I muttered a counter spell but his friends thought it was me. They set fire to my cloak, but his concentration broke and Harry ended up catching the Snitch and winning the Game. A while later we found he was helping the Dark Lord, living off of Quirrell's body and the blood of Unicorn's. Trying to get the Sorcerer's Stone and get back a body of his own. Quirrell's death only slowed down Voldemort. Me and Lockhart had to teach the students defense against the dark arts once the Chamber of Secrets was Opened, finding petrified children, caused by a Basilisk. Harry found the diary of Tom Riddle, who was Voldemort, back when he was little, helped him find the Chamber right in the middle of the school, entered like a fool, but he slayed the Basilisk and I guess that's kinda cool. A while later Sirius Black a prisoner of Azkaban escaped across the land, he's a bad man. Dementors from the prison circling the school, looking for this fool this isn't cool, we must be careful. A few changes were made to the staff, Hagrid is a teacher now and Dumbledore got a new hat. Also Professor Lupin using Boggarts in his studies, which is quite Riddikulus, if you think about that. Lupin's missing classes, wondering where his ass is, just so happens to be when Sirius Black is soon to attack and, even though I'd prefer to walk out the door. Turn to page 394. Professor Severus Snape, with his long black cape, head of Slytherin, house of the snake and half blood prince Professor of defense potions master at Hogwarts. He's not a pleasant man, and he seems like he's bad, picking on Harry Potter in front of the class and though they debate, he would do what it takes, to protect this place, he's Severus Snape. Harry found a magic map that showed Peter Pettigrew, Pettigrew died years ago or so we know, followed Lupin into a tree and it appeared to me that he had been helping Sirius Black lately. Through some discussion we realize Black was framed, it was Ron's ran Scabbers who followed he who shall not be named. Pettigrew was an Animagus and hiding for 12 years, but then Lupin saw the moon, into a Werewolf he changed. Pettigrew got away and after many days, the Tri-Wizard tournament started and students placed their names, into the Goblet Of Fire and then started the race, under water, facing dragons, then into a giant Maze. I noticed someone was stealing from my potion store, to make Polyjuice potion in order to transform. Didn't know who it was and I had no more, but back to the tournament Harry is Leading the score. He heads into the Maze with Cedric Diggory and then he see's the cup it's a Port Key, takes them to a place with Pettigrew, he killed Diggory, traps Harry, had a ceremony, and he brought back the Dark Lord. Harry got away barely with the Port Key, brought him back to the game and we all see, Harry is taken by Mad-Eye Moody. He tried to kill him and when we realized he started changing. Barty Crouch Jr was the one stealing from me and he assumed the identity of Moody. After time went by we began training to prevent Voldemort from controlling Harry. While he's protected by the Order Of The Phoenix, Dumbledore has a plan for me to be a double agent, wants me to kill him to gain Voldemorts trust, protect Harry from within, so I'll do what I must. Entangled with the Deatheaters, Bellatrix The Strange, and Lucius Malfoy planning on having Draco do the same. When the time came in the tower everbody saw, the unforgivable curse Avada-Kadavra. And through Dumbledore's secret plan, I've lost all of my good friends, surrounded by evil people capable of so much death. Giving Harry time to destroy Horcruxes, While the Dark Lord weakens, War breaks out and they defend from enemy forces. Voldemort believes that the Elder Wand serves me, I'm attacked by his snake Nagini, I am dying, Harry finds me and I let him see. He saw the plan and the day, his parents were taken away, his mother Lilly and that I loved her. Always. Professor Severus Snape, with his long black cape, head of Slytherin, house of the snake and half blood prince Professor of defense potions master at Hogwarts. He's not a pleasant man, and he seems like he's bad, picking on Harry Potter in front of the class and, though they debate, he would do what it takes, to protect this place, he's Severus Snape.”