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ask-monokuma · 4 years

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Danganronpa Ask Blog List:

Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc:

Monokuma’s:

@ask-monokuma?

Makoto’s:

@askultimatehope

@ask-naeggi

@ask-the-biker-egg

Kyoko’s:

Byakuya’s:

@ask-the-ultimate-heir

Toko’s:

@hentaiisms

Aoi’s:

Yasuhiro’s:

Sayaka’s:

Leon’s:

@ask-the-ultimate-baseball-star

Chihiro’s:

Mondo’s:

Kiyotaka’s:

@theultimatemoralcompass

@ask-kiyotakaishimaru

Hifumi’s:

@ask-the-alpha-and-the-omega

Celestia’s:

@asktheultimategambler

Sakura’s:

Junko’s:

@asik-the-junko-ai

@junko-chan-anon-blog

@enoshimas-hope

Mukuro’s:

@ask-the-ultimate-solider

Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair:

Hajime’s:

@askthehopetwins

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Chiaki’s:

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@askasleepygamer

@chiaki-nanami-anon-blog

@chiaki-anon-and-junko-anon

@gamer-filled-of-love

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Fuyuhiko’s:

Akane’s:

@ask-thegymnastakane

Sonia’s:

@snow-skate-princess

Kazuichi’s:

Twogami’s:

Teruteru’s:

@ask-chef-teruteru

@cooking-with-despair

Mahiru’s:

Peko’s:

Ibuki’s:

@ask-shsl-musician

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Hiyoko’s:

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Mikan’s:

@bandxgesxbruises

@author-mikan

@askthewritertsumiki

Nekomaru’s:

@ask-nekonekonidai

Gundham’s:

Kamakura: @ask-kamukamu

Usami’s:

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Komaru’s:

@thegirlwiththemegaphone

Monaca’s

@drama-to-despair

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Jantaro’s:

Kotoko’s:

@utsugi-dramas

Nagisa’s:

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Shuichi’s:

@preorbust

Kaede’s:

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@masochistic-robot

Maki’s:

@jitter-roll

Kaito’s:

@ask-a-cool-spaceguy

Himiko’s:

@chxrryflavourednightmares

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Kirumi’s:

@ask-pregamekirumi

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Korekiyo’s:

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@ask-the-ultimate-entomologist

Kokichi’s:

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Monotaro:

Monodam:

Monosuke:

Monokid:

Monophanie:

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@ask-daiya-oowada

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@dangan-questions

@the-fluffy-boys-of-class-81

@the-baby-gorls-of-class-81

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@ask-nhp-class-15

@ask-melody-rhythms-singer

@ask-kanade-otonokoji

@ask-the-shsl-losers

@the-ultimate-spaceboy

@the-amnesiac-and-the-broker

@former-proffessor-and-policeman

@hopes-peaks-finest-failures

@dras-afterlife-duo

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@chisaka-girls

@alive-theif

@robot-in-a-laptop

@megumi-honda

@demon-lollipop

@famous-purple

@mute-eyes

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@ultimatecustomerservice

@shsl-sacrifice

@shsl-roleplayer-s4-r4

@ultimatetabletopgamer

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foreveralwaysanauthor · 4 years

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Rite of Passage

Monthly Prompts Day 30

August 30th - Bash

Characters: Miles, Royce, Bentley and Mick (OCs)

The day Miles had gotten his letters from his brothers, he’d gone above and beyond to make sure everything in his house was ready for the boys. He’d moved an old bookshelf into the boys’ room so that the boys oculd fill it with books of their choosing. He’d even made sure to stock the fridge and freezer with foods for the boys. The next day, Miles cornered Mick, the girl who was the closest thing to a sister Miles had ever had, and asked her if she’d mind helping him set up his spare room for the two boys. Mick had readily agreed, taking Miles with her to the department store in the mall so they could pick out some bedding and other items for the younger boys.

They’d returned with far more than Miles thought was necessary, but Mick had insisted upon most of it so she could spoil her new little brothers. The two of them set up the room, making it so the boys each had their own side of the room. Mick had taken the time to borrow Miles’ wood-burning kit, etching Royce and Bentley’s names and some little details into the wooden headboards of their respective beds so the it felt more personal. When the job was done, Miles and Mick sat in the living room and watched movies until nearly midnight.

Miles slept on the couch that night as he’d insisted Mick take his bed. Around eight in the morning, a knock sounded from the front door, waking Miles from his slumber. Miles had made his way to the door, calling out an “I’m comin’!” when the person knocked again. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, drowsily staring into a pair of caramel brown eyes. Miles rubbed his eyes before looking again, this time seeing another set of eyes, steely blue this time, peeking up at him. Miles didn’t need to look much further than that before enveloping his little brothers in a tight hug.

“What’re you two doing here?” Miles asked quickly as his brothers returned his embrace. “I thought you were coming next week.”

“We wanted to see you,” Bentley claimed, his voice muffled by Miles’ pajama shirt.

Miles ushered his brothers into the house, making them leave their bags on the couch and get comfortable before he made his way to his room to wake up Mick. Bentley moved around the living room, investigating pictures and items Miles had left around on counters as he went. Royce had sat on the floor in front of the couch, taking up a book from the coffee table and reading the summary within the cover before flipping to the beginning of the book and beginning to read.

Miles pulled Mick into the living room by her wrist, the brunette girl just barely having the chance to pull her hair into an unbrushed ponytail before she was whipped into the room. Miles smiled at his brothers as he spoke to them, “RJ, Benny, this is Makana Birch, otherwise known as Mick. Mick, these are my brothers, Royce James and Bentley Robert.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Bentley questioned as he placed a toy motorcycle down on the coffee table. “She’s pretty.”

Both Mick and Miles’ faces turned pink at the comment, Miles stuttering out his answer while Mick spoke to the boys, “Thank you, but no, we’re not dating. I’m engaged.”

Royce stood from his spot by the coffee table, keeping one finger tucked into the book he’d been reading so he wouldn’t lose his place. He held a hand out to Mick and gave her a smile. “I’m Royce. It’s nice to meet you, Mick.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Royce,” Mick said with a smile, giving the boy a hug instead of a handshake. “It’ll be nice to have some little brothers around.” After letting the boy go, Mick noticed him holding the book she’d been reading, The Outsiders. “I see you like my book.”

Royce looked down at the book before quickly holding it out to Mick. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you lose where you are in it. I should’ve left it on the table.”

Mick giggled, ruffling Royce’s head of curls. “Relax, kiddo! I don’t mind at all. How far did you get?”

“A couple of pages,” Royce replied softly.

Bentley chucked as he moved to stand on the other side of Mick. “He’s always got his nose in a book,” the fourteen-year old claimed. “That’s why he never goes to dances at school.”

“Not much of a partier, huh?” Mick asked, to which Royce shook his head. “Well, I suppose you’ll be a feel a bit weird being the center of attention at the big bash at Big Momma’s tonight, then.”

“Party?” Miles cut in, “What party?”

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The party Mick had been talking about was one she’d asked her friends to organize late the night before. After Miles had fallen asleep on the couch, Mick had made her way to Big Momma’s, catching a few of the bikers and a handful of surfers before they left for the night. She’d told them to ask Big Momma if they could host a bash for the next night as they were going to have a few new visitors and she wanted them to have the usual welcoming ceremony at the hangout. After a bit of talking with her friends, they’d agreed to keep it simple so as to not shock the two boys too much, but still planned on having some of the festivities they always had when throwing a shindig. In Mick’s eyes, they needed to have a big celebration for these boys; Royce and Bentley had made Miles so much happier in just the short amount of time they’d been there.

Besides, Mick had been the last one the group had chosen to have a party for and she wanted Bentley and Royce’s sudden appearance in town to be no different than her sudden appearance in their world.

Mick kept the reason for the party a secret from Royce and Bentley, telling only Miles about it, so that the oldest of the brothers would be prepared for the big party. Using Mick’s old Belvedere, Miles and Mick had taken the boys on a shopping trip to the nearby shopping strip after lunch, Mick insisting on paying with the money she’d earned while working at her dad’s surfboard shop. After two hours of shopping and helping the younger boys decide what they wanted, Mick and Miles returned to Miles’ house so the boys could unpack and prepare for the party.

Mick had left not long after, deciding she needed to get herself ready for Royce and Bentley’s bash and make sure Butchy and Lela were ready for it as well. When the group met up later on, Mick allowed Miles to walk with Royce while Bentley talked her ear off about how much he liked the carvings on his bed. The youngest of the Murphy brothers was easily excited about anything and everything, Mick discovered while they walked. The blue-eyed boy had stopped every few steps to pick up a seashell or some sea glass, showing it to Mick with a look in his eyes that made Mick want to be just as animated about it. Royce, on the other hand, had fallen in love with the book Mick had let him borrow, talking animatedly to Miles about it although Miles had never read it for himself.

By the time they’d reached Big Momma’s, Royce and Bentley had practically forgotten about the party that had been the whole reason they’d been walking along the water in the first place. Miles and Mick took advantage of this fact, making sure the two boys were in front of them as they climbed the front steps of the restaurant. Both Mick and Miles watched in anticipation as Royce and Bentley pushed open the swinging doors that led to where the party was being held.

The look on the two boys’ faces when they realized that the big bash was for them, was something nobody in that room would ever forget.

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kjissexy1994 · 3 years

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WORDS OF SHAKESPEARE: ALBUMS OF SUCKAGE: Limp Bizkit-Results May Vary

The year was 2001, Nu Metal was riding high with bands such as Alien Ant Farm with their cover of Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal,” Linkin Park had a dynamic debut with Hybrid Theory and of course Jacksonville’s Red capped dynamos Limp Bizkit were still breathing in the success of their third album suggestively titled “Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water” with tracks such as “My Generation,” “Boiler” and of course “Rollin (Air Raid Vehicle)” famously used as the entrance theme of legendary professional wrestler The Undertaker in the WWE (then known as WWF) during 2001 when he had the guise of the “American Badass” biker gimmick, but however with Limp Bizkit still embroiled with the controversy over the crushing and death of 15 year old Jessica Michalik during their infamous set at the 2001 Big Day Out Festival in Sydney and the Announcement of guitarist and heart and soul of the group, Wes Borland parting ways with the band to focus on side projects and his other band “Big Dumb Face,” left Fred Durst to pick up the pieces to record their fourth album.

As the band went through six guitarists during recording of the album (including Fred Durst and Bassist Sam Rivers) They went on a nationwide search for a new guitarist with the “Put Your Guitar Where Your Mouth Is” competition, Limp Bizkit then settled with former Snot guitarist Mike Smith and recorded a number of songs for the album which went through name changes with “Bipolar,” “Panty Sniffer,” “Less is More,” “The Search for Teddy Swoes,” before ultimately going with the generic and subtle “Results May Vary.”

Most of the songs recorded with Smith were cut due to executive meddling by Durst and it showed resulting in a depressing puerile mishmash of heavy and bleak tracks.

This album received a massive tonne of negative reception when it was released in September of 2003 after numerous delays, being ranked in at number 3 as the lowest scored album behind “Playing with Fire” by Kevin Federline. It was even being touted by some people as the album that “killed Nu Metal” which is a genre I loathe entirely as it was in a deep decline during that year.

Let’s go in the deep hole of RMV to hear why this album goes into the mantle of an “Album of SUCKAGE.”

RE-ENTRY

The intro track consists of a circus barker yelling to a kid (voiced by Fred Durst) for sixty seconds explaining about Limp Bizkit as “the most ferociously soothing ways of sonic communication to ever be created”

Okay, so I guess they were trying to copy the “Insane Clown Posse” here?

Then it bursts in a generic rock riff with Fred Durst telling people that all around the world knows him, slowing down and fading out with a drum beat... that’s it.

I mean, I was expecting the guitar riff to build up to something exciting instead of this. I know it’s only an intro, but I do know that it’ll go down hill from here on followed by the first single of this album known as...

EAT YOU ALIVE

This song running for four minutes is outright disturbing, the lyrics, the main chorus even the music video featuring Fred Durst kidnapping Thora Birch in a forest, spraying her with gasoline and screaming into a megaphone to her whilst the band plays! The lyrics consists of Durst singing about wanting a girl to look at him and having a strong desire to “sniff her panties?” *VOMITS!* If you ever said those lyrics to a girl that you love in real life, she would immediately break up with you and be warranted a restraining order. The drums and bass sound generic and the guitar work tries to build this up as some sort of a fight song which immediately fails to do so...this was also the first single of this album. THIS WAS THE FIRST SINGLE OF THIS ALBUM...I am not making this up, why on earth would Limp Bizkit release this as the first single of this album, not to mention getting a disturbing music video?

Ugh...

GIMME the Mic

This track is just another generic Nu Metal sounding track, the guitars sound very pungent in aggression but the rest of the instruments deliver nothing. The main hook is heavily sampled from Eric B and Rakin’s Microphone Fiend, later covered by Rage Against The Machine (which I kind of dislike due to their political beliefs) On their posthumous “Renegades” covers album as Limp Bizkit are downright infamous for sampling hooks such as the main chorus of Nine Inch Nails’

“Closer” for their expletive laden song titled “Hot Dog” on “Chocolate Starfish”. Add in Durst’s trademark whiny anger, pathetic song writing and rapping and you have a stinky sounding Nu Metal song that can be made on a “Nu Metal Band Maker” software. Aggressive generic riffs, whiny angry lyrics, fake b-grade angst: profit!

No wonder why that this album and the cover song that I’ll get to later on is one of the factors that killed mainstream Nu Metal in 2003! Next!

UNDERNEATH THE GUN

This song is the first in the number of songs that Fred shows his singing ability and it just sounds absolutely bland and Monotonous. The instruments such as Sam Rivers on the drums and the chords on the guitar have very good delivery and build up in the bridge, but it just sounds absolutely hindered with Fred trying to stay awake singing a song about “suicide and the struggle you have when ending your life becomes an option” with such a dull melody and it goes on for almost six minutes...I mean why did many red Yankees cap wearing Limp Bizkit fans fall for buying this album? The sad sad fact that it sold more copies than any Motörhead albums baffles me extremely. Our god Lemmy must be turning in his grave...

DOWN ANOTHER DAY

Jesus tap dancing Christ, we go from Fred’s whiny anger fuelled tirades to another mellow monotone delivery about our hero singing about missing his summer love (presumably Britney Spears during his somewhat extremely messy affair during the recording of “In the Zone”) and having to deal with the next winter. The lyrics in the main chorus and bridge are repetitive as hell and the instruments are just nearly nonexistent with little or no effort, not to mention that this song is also plagued with very pathetic songwriting...just garbage time indeed...

ALMOST OVER

Yet another extremely repetitive track, explaining Durst’s life from growing up learning how to rap, taking a lot of crap, and being treated as a clown as a little boy to learning how to lose and getting treated as a clown as an older man. Fred rhymes the end of the verses with the words “Little Boy,” and “Older Man” 16 times and the word “Baby” 19 times, totalling up to 51 times!

Another song wrecked by abysmal songwriting from the red capped turd himself, The instruments are getting worse with every track sounding more and more generic with little or no build up, which is sad because Sam Rivers, John Otto and Mike Smith are such good musicians but are being hindered heavily due to Durst’s whiny vocals...the next track should be good, can it?

BUILD A BRIDGE

Ehhh...okay, this song has a bog standard melody and instruments with such a strong build up in the bridge but it’s passable at least, this song features Brian “Head” Welch from KoRn who is a very talented guitarist and perhaps one of the only Nu Metal bands I can tolerate listening to, but his ability is kind of wasted here due to Durst’s sub par ability to sing, not to mention these are one of the songs rumoured to be impulsively directed to Britney Spears. Imagine being one of the guitarists of one of the bands that invented the “Nu Metal” genre only to record a song about being involved with one the most popular pop singers of the time of release?

“LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!” - Chris Croker, 2007

RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT (Featuring Snoop Dogg)

Another Rap/Hip Hop duet with one of the biggest rap/ hip hop legends, and still it’s repetitive as hell despite the funky beat from DJ Lethal as well as Snoop Dogg calling Fred Durst his “nephew” with the lyric “Snoop dogg is in the place to see, do it with my nephew Freddy d.”

You have no relation with this pile of gutter trash whatsoever!!!

This song is attempting to repeat the success with “N 2 Gether Now” featuring Method Man four years earlier in “Significant Other” but it fails massively with Fred’s lyrics in the first and third verses ending with “Baby” 25 times with the same word repeated 10 times in the main chorus totalling up to 35 times. I would be ashamed to have been Snoop to record a duet with who used to be one of the biggest people in music during Limp Bizkit’s popularity from 1999-2001 not to mention rapping a duet to call him his “nephew!”

The bonus track “Take It Home” which heavily samples the song “Milk and Honey” by Bonnie Dobson is another sub par effort having Fred repeat the lyric “Crying Myself To Sleep” whilst DJ Lethal jams....NEXT!

THE ONLY ONE

Mike Smith is trying to do an acceptable riff or two which I praise for but the effort is just completely wasted, this song is just another whinge-fest with lyrics about using terms of having sex and making out such as “first base” (again presumably directed to Britney) but it just sounds absolutely whiny and generic with Fred singing with heavily instrumentation behind him as he repeatedly screaming the word “NOTHING!” Towards the end and it just ends after that.

Such a putrid mess...

Oh and the lyric “It’s No Big Deal?”

It is a big deal when you’re trying to record a follow up to your previous multi platinum when your most talented member leaves and you have to pick up the pieces with six guitarists, two being yourself and Sam Rivers.

LET ME DOWN

“Let Me Down” has a lot of effort but has simple and dull instrumentation and Durst sounds a lot better than the previous tracks, but however the lyrics are very iffy such as “Heartbreak is a Headache, like a toothquake or an earthquake” “Spontaneous Combustion leaves a taste that’s so disgustin’” and “Rumours are Tumours?” Whilst this song is somewhat passable it’s still coming from a 33 year old at the time whining about life and struggles.

LONELY WORLD

Another song about Fred Durst, whining about his past life such as hating high school with bullies trying to put him down as well as making out with his gothic girlfriend out in the creek whilst his mother was asleep along with gross lyrics such as “Just a little skater boy they could pick on

I learned to forgive 'em

Now I got the balls they can lick on”

Jesus Christ Fred! You were 33 years old at the time of release! Just do us a favour and grow up at least. The main chorus and bridge is still very tedious repeating the main title of the song in a total of 37 times. Un-fucken-believable!

PHENOMENON

After what would’ve been an extremely energetic guitar intro from Mike Smith, The band just slams on the breaks with our hero Fred introducing himself as “the incredible, subliminal, the INFREDIBLE D.”

Here we go again with copy, pasting and editing lyrics of other music groups songs and claiming them your own (the song being Bring the Noize with Anthrax featuring Public Enemy).

The main chorus has a lot of effort but the verses, consisting of Fred Durst’s cruisy rapping,

Not to mention the section after the bridge references “Pollution” from their debut album from 1997 “Three Dollar Bill Y’all” which contains the lyric “Gonna Bring that beat back” which is perhaps the only good album from the band themselves (apart from that Faith cover).

“Phenomenon” is just a ratty mishmash of heavy instrumentation in the main chorus and laidback rapping from Fred in the verses.

CREAMER (RADIO IS DEAD)

Another song with Fred Durst taking an aim against the haters proclaiming “Take a look at me now I’m Mr Worldwide and you’re nothing!” But it contains such sucky lyrics and rhymes such as “Mr Halitosis-of the Breath” and verses and the main chorus such as “Hateraid”, and “rolling dice and getting laid” respectively. Fred also believes that “Radio is Dead. Why’s that? Because many radio stations worldwide won’t play your shoddy music anymore? (Unlike Triple M that continues the play that song in two tracks time) plus what’s with the title “Creamer?” A Frank reference to ejaculation? A quick fact, A massive portion of the song was recycled from Limp Bizkit’s unfinished cover of Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “Relax” which was intended to be in the Ben Stiller movie “Zoolander” hence the title being in the second verse” and Fred Durst’s “blink and you’ll miss it” cameo in the aforementioned movie. Ben Stiller is his “favourite motherfucker” after all.

HEAD FOR THE BARRICADE

An energetic, aggressive fight song against bullying which blatantly references the 1999 Columbine High School shooting in the intro, not paying respect to the victims? How fucking low is that? This song also heavily borrows the refrain “Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em!” From The Fat Boys song titled “Human Beatbox” for the main chorus which most of the album and previous albums before it samples lyrics from other songs. Another lyric that catches my ear is “The World can make you sick to your stomach so I put on my headphones and listen to the “Deftones.”

Yeah, I’d rather listen to a huge dose of Deftones after listening to this pile of puke.

I praise the guitar work and build up from Mike Smith which shows his full potential in this song as his talent was heavily wasted in this album, but I still criticise this song for deliberately referencing the shooting tragedy at Columbine High School with no respect to the victims families. You’ve just damaged your reputation with this song in this album Fred, oh wait...it’ll be damaged even further with the next track....

Now we’re getting to the “shitty gritty” of this album...one of the...most disrespectful covers...that still gets played on Triple M seventeen years after it’s original release...and what cemented its place as the cover song that signalled the death of mainstream Nu Metal...

*WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE USED HEAVILY*

BEHIND BLUE EYES (THE WHO COVER)

*VIOLENTLY VOMITS INTENSELY*

WHERE DO I FUCKING BEGIN WITH THIS PILE OF MONKEY SHIT?

This cover of a classic rock ballad from The Who, one of my favourite rock bands of all time from my favourite albums “Who’s Next” is just indescribably DISRESPECTFUL, PUTRID AND WEAK AS PISS!!! Complete from the non existent sampled guitar work, Fred Durst’s inability to sing with his monotonous delivery of vocals and the dreary sound effects in the main chorus sounding like when you turn on a Sony PlayStation 2.

There is absolutely NO EMOTION in this cover at all! In the original version from The Who, Roger Daltrey sings this song with heavy emotion plus he sounds very angry in the bridge section. And where is the bridge section in this cover exactly? Oh...it’s replaced with a Speak N Spell, A FUCKING SPEAK N SPELL saying “Discover” and spelling “L.I.M.P” part of their terrible band name that’s named after a disgusting sex game in Britain, not to mention, Fred’s statement that he’s not telling lies is another stealthy direction to Britney Spears FOR FUCKS SAKE! I thought that I was hearing a demo version of song containing the section with the Speak N Spell during the instrumental break and Fred whining about “being sorry and not telling lies” would be a placeholder recorded before Mike Smith joined hoping that they would record a much more aggressive, rap heavy version of the bridge from the original but nope! They apparently released this absolute joke of a cover as it is! Was it really such an absolutely bright idea to bastardise such a classic “The Who” song from one of my favourite albums of all time? At least Faith No More knew what they were doing when they recorded their cover of Lionel Richie and The Commodores’ “Easy” on the rerelease of “Angel Dust.” Surely a verse was absent in that cover, but at least it was slightly faithful to the original version. (Still makes me sick that Limp Bizkit opened up for FNM during their American leg of the “Album of the Year” tour in September and October of 1997.) Did you know that song also got an awful music video to promote the 2003 movie Gothika (which this song appeared in) where Fred Durst tongue wrestles Halle Berry in a Psychiatric Ward?

The fact that this was the second single from this neanderthalic mess of an album, charting in at number 4 on the Aria Charts in 2003/04 not to mention being overplayed on mainstream radio stations such as Triple M to prove that Limp Bizkit had a soft side makes me undesirably sad to this very day...

Truely such a horrible cover song in rock, and don’t get me started on that cover of George Michael’s “Faith” that is the same level of absurdity of this song.

The song features another bonus track titled “All That Easy” featuring another monotonous delivery of lyrics with a simple beat from DJ Lethal...it just sounds like a song from a dollar shop Massive Attack...

DROWN

The final track on this album is yet another sad, mellow, monotonous melody from Fred complete with the repetitive chords from his guitar (one of the few songs to feature Fred playing guitar prior to Mike Smith joining the band). There’s nothing to describe about the half asleep sounding lyrics but it’s just absolutely sluggish at best and just another garbage time track to end this massive garbage fire of an album.

FINAL VERDICT ON WHY THIS TAKES THE TITLE OF THE ALBUM OF SUCKAGE

“Results May Vary” is nothing but an album filled with monotonous, lyrically repetitive songs, mostly directed to Britney Spears for being left out of writing for “In the Zone” as well as stated by on and off again guitarist Wes Borland as “Fred Durst’s solo project.” A massive chunk of songs were cut from this album such as “Crack Addict” which was performed live at WWE Wrestlemania 19 in Seattle earlier that year in 2003, “Just Drop Dead,” another bloody song directed to Britney Spears which appeared as a B-Side of “Behind Blue Eyes, “Why”, Lean on Me,” and their double cover of “Home Sweet Home and Bittersweet Symphony” originally performed by Motley Crüe and The Verve respectively, the latter three songs being put on the “Greatest Hitz” compilation two years later. Other songs that were cut from RMV, were titled “Press Your Luck,” “Poison Ivy,” “Cowgirls from Hell,” “Shot,” “Armpit,” “When it Rains,” “Let it Go,” the subtlety titled “Masterbation,” “Lean On Me” and others. However these songs wouldn’t have saved this album from being such a colossal disaster and a huge reliance of being a schadenfreude to various haters of the Nu Metal genre like me!

“Results May Vary” is Limp Bizkit’s equivalent to Metallica’s St Anger which was released the same year three months earlier. St Anger got a massive tonne of negativity when it was originally released but later got a huge amount of love and respect over the years. RMV will never have that type of respect as it simply nuked the careers of Limp Bizkit following its release. Limp Bizkit later released its EP titled “The Unquestionable Truth” with Wes Borland returning two years later and it’s comeback album “Gold Cobra,” with “The Stampede of the Disco Elephants” forever burning in Development Hell but the unsalvageable damage had already been done by then, and that’s why I give it the mantle as

THE ALBUM OF SUCKAGE!

Happy Trails...

#limp bizkit #words of shakespeare #results may vary #eat you alive #behind blue eyes #2003 #undertaker #nookie #fred Durst #Mike Smith #Wes Borland #build a bridge #albums of suckage #what were they thinking

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Code Lyoko Pokemon AU

Jeremy is from the Johto region and specializes with electric and steel type Pokemon. His father was a Pokemon researcher and Jeremy wants to follow in his father's footsteps by traveling the world and discovering as many different types of Pokemon as possible. He starts his journey on a mission to collect data for the Pokemon Professors, which will hopefully benefit all of their research. His starter Pokemon, despite being from Johto, is a Beldum. When he was younger, he accompanied his father on a research trip to Hoenn when they encountered an injured Beldum. Jeremy had insisted they bring the wild Pokemon to the Pokemon center and was by its side the entire time. The Beldum had bonded with Jeremy and the two had become inseparable ever since.

Jeremy's complete Pokemon team includes his Beldum/Metang/Metagross, Magnemite/Magneton, Rotom, Porygon, Bronzor, and a Joltik/Galvantula.

Ulrich comes from Hoenn, and comes from a family of gym leaders. There's a lot of pressure on Ulrich to one day take over the gym and be Hoenn's master of fighting types. And of course, because of his family, he specializes with fighting types. His starter pokemon was a Torchic, a decision pushed upon him by his family because Torchic's evolutions are dual fire and fighting types. Ulrich, frustrated with the expectations set up for him, ran away from home to try his hand at becoming the Pokemon Champion. His thought process is that if he can accomplish something no one else in his family has, maybe they will back off and leave him alone. What he doesn't anticipate is that, if he did become the Pokemon Master, his family would pressure him to settle for nothing but the best and hold that position. The first person he meets on his journey is Odd, because he helped Odd out in a jam. Ever since then he hasn't been able to shake him, not that he really minds if he is being honest.

Ulrich's complete Pokemon team includes his Torchic/Combustion/Blaziken, Heracross, Croagunk/Toxicroak, Scraggy/Scrafty, a Rhyhorn/Rhydon, and Honedge/Doublade/Aegislash

Ulrich does catch other Pokemon that aren't fighting types at all like a Misdreavus, Spoink, and Houndour. But he tends to keep them in the PC box/safe with Professor Birch at his lab and only call on them when he needs them. Old habits with using only fighting types die really hard. Honedge is also a nod towards the sword and Ulrich's Lyoko weapon in the series.

Odd, on the other hand, unlike Ulrich and Jeremy, doesn't have any type preference whatsoever. He has more of an appearance aesthetic but even then he doesn't hold strictly to it. Odd came from a family of Pokemon lovers, and comes from Kalos. His family run a Pokemon Daycare and as such, Odd has a lot of hands on experience working with all types of Pokemon. His starter Pokemon was Fennekin, whom he loves to pet and is not too particular about keeping in their Pokeball at all times. Odd just wants to travel the globe with his Pokemon for the fun. He's not on any particular mission like Ulrich or Jeremy to accomplish a grander goal. He's just there for the ride and to make memories.

The first person Odd meets in the group is Ulrich. Odd had been rushing to the Pokemon Center with his Pokemon because of a really difficult battle he'd been in for fun. Who knew a Bonsley could pack such a punch right? At the time, Odd only had two Pokemon with him, and his Teddiursa had fainted in the previous battle. Fennekin wasn't exactly in tip top shape either but he ran into two biker goons who were trying to get him into a double battle he had no chance in winning in order to get into the Pokemon center. It was pure luck on his part that Ulrich showed up when he did, sending out his Torchic and Heracross to protect him. Ever since then, when they walked side by side into the Pokemon center, Odd had seen Ulrich as a friend for life and stuck by him ever since. And Odd is always repaying the favor, battling alongside Ulrich whenever needed in double or even triple battles. Odd was also the one who roped the both of them into Aelita and Jeremy's lives.

Odd's complete Pokemon team includes his Fennekin/Braixen/Delphox, Teddiursa/Ursaring, Magikarp/Gyarados, Eevee/Glaceon, Gligar/Gliscor, and Purrloin/Liepard

Odd has loads more Pokemon than this, such as a Meowth/Persian, Slakoth, Mime Jr., Taillow/Swellow, and a Pansage. He is also the only one to nickname all of his Pokemon. Fennekin is nicknamed Kiwi (because what else would his starter Pokemon be called even if they aren't a dog based Pokemon), Teddiursa is Lychee, Magikarp is Mango, Eevee is Avens, Gligar is Durian, and Purrloin is Aster. Most of these names are based on fruit and all of them are technically based on plants. Meowth is named Maple, Slakoth is Galen, Mime Jr. is Murphy, Taillow is Lula-Belle, and Pansage is Clover.

Delphox's ability to stare into the fire and see the fire is a nod towards Odd's old Future Vision ability and Glaceon's ability to freeze its fur and shoot it out like needles is a nod towards Odd's laser arrows. Odd, as a lover of animals, is destined to always have the most Pokemon. The Pokemon he does not carry with him are transfer to his home, where they are well loved by his family.

Yumi is the only one of the group who doesn't come from a family with a history with Pokemon. She grew up in Kanto, in Saffron City, and her family was not particularly attached to Pokemon. They didn't hate Pokemon, but they didn't really see the value of traveling with Pokemon and training with them. It was never really a desire of theirs. Yumi's starter Pokemon was an Abra, who she had found abandoned in the city. The Abra's previous owner had abandoned him because the only move the Pokemon knew was Teleport and was, in their view, impossible to train. Yumi had found the injured and scared Pokemon being harassed by a group of older kids who had Pokemon of their own. Despite being late for her martial arts lessons, Yumi had started to fight the older trainers with nothing but her fists and her martial arts skills. The trainers had laughed at her and beat her up, even having their Pokemon tackle her to try and scare her off. It hadn't worked and she fended off the three until they were fed up dealing with her. Yumi took the Abra with her to practice, hiding it in her bag and in the changing room because she was scared they'd come back. She also secret took the Abra home and hid it in her room. Of course, her parents found out that Yumi had brought a Pokemon home without their permission and they were mad. They were proud what she did, they raised her to protect anyone being treated poorly, but still angry. But they agreed that as long as Yumi took responsibility for the Abra, the Abra could stay.

Yumi's bond with her Abra was the reason she wanted to travel the world and become a Pokemon trainer. To be very honest, she's caught between wanting to compete as a Pokemon Champion or becoming a Pokemon Contest Coordinator. She finds a lot of joy in both, in the battling and in presenting the best sides of her Pokemon. She wants the world to see how beautiful they are even if her Pokemon don't follow that "cute and cuddly" mold people expect to see in Pokemon contests.

Yumi doesn't seem to specialize in any particular Pokemon type like her friends do, but she does favor psychic types a lot more than others. Her complete Pokemon team includes her Abra/Kadabra/Alakazam, Ghastly/Haunter/Gengar, Mankey/Primeape, Ralts/Kirlia/Gardevoir, Wobbuffet, and Shinx/Luxio/Luxray.

Because Alakazam's are able to use telekinesis, Yumi having one is a nod towards her telekinesis ability in Lyoko. And her Mankey is a nod to her own fighting prowess.

Aelita is also from Kalos, just like Odd, and specializes in Fairy Type Pokemon. Aelita's complete Pokemon team includes her starter, Dedenne, Snubbull/Granbull, Chikorita/Bayleaf/Meganium, Eevee/Silveon, Dratini/Dragonair/Dragonite, and Mantyke. She has Fairy types mainly because her Lyoko form is designed as an elf and can be considered part of a fairy tale aesthetic.

Aelita's parents were also Pokemon researchers, like Jeremy's, but her father got involved with the wrong type of people to put it very mildly. Aelita has connections to the newest evil organization, known as X.A.N.A., that was trying to take over the world and stealing everyone's Pokemon. And for some reason, they are out to get her specifically. She has no memories of the past, so she doesn't know anything about her connection to them, or that her family is working alongside them. Jeremy finds her being attacked by one of the goons in the middle of a really bad rainstorms and comes to her rescue. Because the storm was getting really bad, he had no choice but to bring her to the nearest Pokemon center. He stayed with her throughout the entire night, taking care of her Pokemon as well. During the storm, the power went out, and some of the goons returned to try and kidnap Aelita. Jeremy fended them off as best he could with his Beldum, and luckily it was at that moment that Ulrich and Odd came running out to see what all the commotion was. The commotion had awoken Aelita, who was utterly astounded by their bravery and kindness.

They hadn't been out of the woods yet though. Aelita explains to the boys that she had been with another trainer, who had helped her take care of her Dedenne back in the woods. She explained that they came into the town together, and that the other girl had promised to help her get to the police station to check if maybe someone had reported her missing. They'd been attacked by those goons and Yumi had told Aelita to run when it was becoming overwhelming, insisting on holding them off with her Abra and Ghastly. Aelita had run but one of the goons, the goon Jeremy rescued her from, had broken away and caught up to her. Aelita, worried about what had happened to Yumi, insists on going to search for her. The boys agree to help her and make a plan to let Aelita get captured so they can follow the goons in the hopes that the goons had apprehended Yumi and were only holding her hostage. Aelita had never been more relieved in her life to see that Yumi was okay, just bruised up a bit. And once all five of them are together, X.A.N.A.'s goons don't stand a chance against them. Like seriously, it's crazy how five kids who just met each other are able to take down a bunch of evil adults and their Pokemon. And seeing how much danger Aelita is in, none of them are really willing to leave her to her own devices and are genuinely curious about what X.A.N.A. is up to. Why do they need Aelita? What are they plotting?

And then there's William. William is from Sinnoh, and he's considered a dark type Pokemon specialist. His starter Pokemon was a Corphish, but when the group meet him, he has a Crawdaunt. Just like in the series, William has a thing for Yumi which irks Ulrich despite the fact that she doesn't reciprocate William's feelings. His persistence actually makes her a bit uncomfortable, which only gives her Pokemon more of a reason to not trust or like William. William ends up working willingly for X.A.N.A. (as opposed to being forced in the cartoon), and was trying to gain the groups trust so that he would be able to travel with them and secretly relay to X.A.N.A. where Aelita was at all times. He genuinely wants Yumi to join X.A.N.A. alongside him, because otherwise he has to destroy her and he doesn't want to do that. He'll happily destroy the others though.

His complete Pokemon team includes his Crawdaunt, Tentacool/Tentacruel, Spinarak/Ariados, Absol, Pawniard/Bisharp, and Tyrantrum. The Tentacool/Tentacruel is a nod towards the scyphozoa that XANA used in the series to gain control of William in the first place. The Spinarak/Ariados is another nod to the series and how he was afraid of spiders but, under XANA's influence would ride the Tarantula into battle. And the Pawniard/Bisharp is a nod to his sword in a similar way Honedge is to Ulrich.

#Code Lyoko #headcanons #Pokemon #aus

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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Looking for a Place to Happen

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3oiv7HH

by theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Words: 2710, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Boys of Birch

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: Sam Wilson/Reader

Additional Tags: Birch, Sequel, Fic, noncon, Biker AU, sam wilson - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3oiv7HH

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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books-in-a-storm · 3 years

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Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: Celina(The Connelly Cousins #1)

Author: Abbie Zanders

Pages:263

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄(3/5)

Synopsis: When Celina Connelly returns to Birch Falls several years after her parents' deaths, she's not sure she's going to stay. Nothing has changed, and yet everything is different. Or maybe living at home with her overprotective brother and working in the town library just isn't enough. When Celina meets Jamie McCullough, she knows right away that he's a great guy. He's handsome, intelligent, thoughtful, and treats her well... but it's not enough. Celina is saving herself for the all-inclusive, heart-pounding, breath-stealing kind of magic that comes with finding the right one - the kind she feels when she meets Jamie's brother, Kyle. The dark, brooding biker is all wrong for someone like her, and yet from the moment they meet, Celina knows Kyle is the one she's been waiting for. Kyle McCullough is the ultimate bad boy. He likes his machines fast and his women faster. When his younger brother comes to him for advice on seduction, Kyle laughs it off, believing no woman can be as perfect as Jamie makes her out to be. He's wrong. Not only is Celina beautiful and sexy, she's got the class of a lady and the soul of a biker. But it will never work. Lina's not only his brother's girl, she's also his best friend's little sister. Besides, she's far too good for him. And Kyle doesn't do good girls.

#snowflake reviews #contemporary romance #contemporary romance star review #booklr #bookblr #books #adult books #celina #abbie zanders #bookworm #recommendations #july 2021

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Fully Completely 1

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), attempted violence, mutual irritation.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: I did not plan to get the first part done so soon. I will probably be setting time aside as I write this to also work on some original stuff. When it comes to that, I’d love if y’all might let me know what you think would be a better medium to release it? Kindle, Patreon, etc. I’m really not sure but if it was Patreon it would like be two series running at once with a chapter of each a month + Q&A and maybe some bonus materials? I am a noob at this shit and it wouldn’t be for a while yet.

Anyways, I’m rambling...

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: She simply slammed the door

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The garage smelled like oil and snow. The cold air seeped under the closed metal door as you sat on the low stool and affixed the new headlight to the propped up Harley. It was only the start of an impractical rebuild; your brother wanted everything metal replaced with chrome. You thought it was obnoxious but the parts were paid for and you could never complain for money.

You were funded exclusively by the town’s club, your garage not far from The Asp where the members hung out and revved the engines you found yourself looking at more often than you liked. You were good at what you did though and privileged for it. You had the protection of the club without having to devote yourself truly to its bounds.

You checked the wiring and rolled away from the bike to change the station as the radio crackled. The snow kept setting the speaker to static and the noise was driving you mad. You flipped the switch to play the cassette stuck in the drawer, the old stereo beaten up and filthy. Springsteen’s gristled tones filled the shop and you wheeled back to your brother’s ride.

With the storm would no doubt come more work. Your fingerless gloves itched more than they kept you warm. Your fingertips were numb as you touched the frigid metal and the sweat of your palms made the fabric uncomfortable. You were used to it, rather tolerant as your task kept you distracted.

You were interrupted as you bent to look under the tank and get a good look at the exhaust and the rest of the beast’s entrails. You had the new pieces still wrapped and didn’t intend to do it all at once. Jerome could wait for his tacky redesign.

A loud banging came at the metal door and you glanced over in irritation. Anyone in Birch knew to come in the painted door to the left and not hit the large one. You huffed and stood with a groan, your hips sore from the low stool.

You fixed the front of your fleece-lined denim jacket and pulled the tail of your plaid shirt from inside your jean pocket. You’d been hunched over so long you were all wrinkled. You went past the large door and into the small entryway off the left of the garage and opened it with a tinkle of the rusty old bell above.

You stuck your head out into the gales as the snow continued to fall and squinted at the man in his thin jacket. He stood beside the long luxury car as another man with wild orange hair remained in the driver’s seat and blew into his hands. They were out of place in the small town and you could tell by the way the man scowled at the door that he knew it.

“Hey,” you called to them, “there’s a place down the street. I don’t do walk-ins.”

“Oh, hello, Miss…” he let his voice trail off as he neared and you stared at him rather than provide your name. His accent, his attire, the curl of his lip, it was clear what he thought of you and the bodunk town, “actually I was referred by an acquaintance. One, James Barnes.”

“Bucky?” you furrowed your brow.

“Mm, yes, that one,” he said, “my car will need detailing. We had some difficulties on the motorway.”

“Right,” you tried not to scowl, “well, if he sent you, I guess I can help.”

You left him and the door clattered behind you. He followed a few steps after as you went to the switch and pushed it to raise the wide door of the garage. You waved in the driver of the car and he carefully pulled in beside your brother’s bike.

He got out and you were surprised by his size, he was taller even then his companion and wider; neither could be described as short. You lowered the door as the thinner man walked along the shelves and the long table along the other side of the garage. The bigger man stood by the car and tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Not much better in here than out there,” the dark-haired man turned back to you, “you have heat in here?”

“You need a better coat,” you said as you rounded the back of the car, “and some boots.”

You glanced pointedly at his leather shoes and bent to reach under the table. You pulled out the space heater and plugged it in as you set on the wood. You cranked it up and smiled at him tritely.

“So, what’s the damage?” you asked as you looked to the other man.

“Headlight, maybe,” he said in a peculiar accent, “some scratches. We had a bit off a run-in.”

You neared and bent to examine the front of the car. You sighed as you tilted your head and clicked your tongue. It was easy enough to beat out the dents and buff out the scratches with a quick refinish. The headlight would need to be replaced and you knew they didn’t carry anything for that model in town. No one there was pretentious enough to drive it.

“If you want the headlight done before you leave town, it’ll take some time to get the replacement,” you warned.

“Oh, and how do you know I’m leaving?” he taunted coyly.

“Well, I know you’re definitely not sticking around,” you scoffed.

“Why wouldn’t I? A quaint place like this, I’m sure there is so much to explore,” he said dryly.

You had no delusions of what Birch was but it wasn’t the part of outsiders to deride the dead end. You stood straight and put your hands on your hips.

“You can go back to your castle, my lord, but you will have to wait out the storm,” you sneered. “Two days for the scratches. If you want to take it back after that and wait for the headlight to arrive, that’s fine with me.”

“Two days for the scratches? Surely you could do it before the morning,” the black-haired man insisted.

“I could but I have other work to do,” you replied, “so you can be patient and take your turn in line after all the hicks who live here.”

You went back to the table and grabbed your phone from where you tossed it earlier. You unlocked it and searched the model of his car and scrolled through the parts list.

“You’re Bucky’s guest so I’ll send the bill to him?” you asked, “though you do look to be able to afford it yourself.”

“You can invoice him directly,” he assured, “so you’re one of them?”

“One of them?” you repeated as you focused on checking out. The damn internet kept cutting in and out.

“My brother, those men in this town, I never knew a woman--”

“I’m not a biker. My brother is in the club,” you assured him, “so that big blond dope, he’s your brother?”

“Regrettably, yes,” he slithered, “Loki Odinson,” he introduced himself as he rubbed together his hands, the leather gloves doing little to protect his fingers, “my driver is Korg, and you’ve yet to tell me with whom I am trusting my property.”

“Again, there is a shop down the street. Prices aren’t bad,” you finished up your purchase and tucked your phone in your jacket pocket.

He met your eyes as you turned to him and he looked down his nose. You kept on and brushed past him as you went back around the car and sat by your brother’s bike.

“Sorry about the boss,” the other man, Korg, intoned, “he can be a bit--”

“Don’t apologise for me,” Loki snipped, “I needn’t atone to her.”

You rolled your eyes and wheeled around the side of the bike, “if that’s everything, you two can head back out. I’ll let you know when the car’s ready.”

“We might wait for the snow to calm,” Loki suggested.

“I close in an hour, you’re not staying here all night,” you sniffed.

“Trust me, I have no special desire to spend more time with you than necessary,” he retorted, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman so volatile as you, dear, and I’ve only just met you. I never expected you people to have very many manners but perhaps what I did presume was too much.”

You bared your teeth but kept at your work. You would worry about kicking him out when you finished the wiring.

“To be fair, had you not spoken first, I might’ve assumed you were a man,” he added.

You paused and glanced down at the open tool box. You weren’t unused to the comments, you weren’t girly in any way but it wasn’t like you were trying to be a man. You wore what was comfortable and in your work, practicality prevailed over aesthetic. Yet, your years of ridicule as a kid made you less tolerant of the comments and those had stopped long ago because you made sure they did.

“Oh, darling, have I upset you?”

“Don’t call me that,” you said as you reached into the toolbox.

“Well, you’ve not given your name and I’d hate call you what I truly think of you--”

The wrench flew from your hand as you stood and spun to him. It barely missed his head and bounced off the wall and plunked onto the table beside the heater. His eyes rounded and the other man looked at him. There was a thick silence as you glared at him.

“If you weren’t a friend of Bucky’s, I wouldn’t’ve missed,” you hissed, “now I will kindly, before I reach for a bigger wrench, ask you to leave.”

He pushed his shoulders back and tilted his head as his lips thinned dangerously. He swallowed and beckoned the other man with two fingers. His cheek twitched as if he would grin and he nodded subtly.

“Well, darling, how amusing you are. These brutes must adore you,” he snarled, “the exterior does indeed say it all.”

You bent and reached for another tool blindly. He blinked and quickly dodged as you flung the next wrench and he followed his henchman to the entryway. Your temper was a match for many men. It kept you safe.

“Barnes did not say his mechanic was a madwoman,” Loki called back as the bell rang.

“What, are you going to tattle on me?” You stormed towards the doorway, “you precious little princess?”

“Princess?” he met you in the doorway as Korg behind him held the door open and the snow blustered in, “I know Barnes will do me no other favours, but do you think he’ll do you any?”

“Get out,” you spat and shoved him, “I don’t need men to take care of me and I have no problem in proving that.”

He bit the inside of his lip in a crooked smirk and winked before he turned away and strutted out into the snow, shielding his face from the wild winds. Korg trailed behind him and the door sprang back into the frame. You crossed your arms and glared at the peeling paint.

You were tempted to tow his car out and let it weather the storm but you were smarter than that. If he was doing business with Bucky, you would be a fool to get in the way of it.

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The snow dwindled to a lazy dusting, the ground thick and treacherous. That day, you started early and around noon, you headed across the street to the diner for your usual lunch of a club sandwich and black coffee. You didn’t have to order as all the waitresses knew what to expect. You weren’t unfriendly but your association made many standoffish.

You tapped on the lip of your mug with your thumb, fingers hooked through the handle. The sleepy town felt dead in the winter. You were used to the dullness of Birch but tolerance was hardly happiness. It was home, where you’d grown up and you had no certain desire to get out, but you wouldn’t mind a little more than what was expected.

You yawned and gulped down the last of your coffee. It was bitter and left a few grounds on your tongue. You leaned back and grabbed the monthly newsletter from between the salt and pepper shakers. You read through the fun facts which weren’t very fun or even new. They were copy and pasted out Guinness and Reader’s Digest.

You looked up as you sensed someone approach your table but it wasn’t the waitress. The man from the day before slid coolly onto the seat across from you at the booth and smirked over the table. You raised the newsletter again and folded it backwards to read about the weekly knitting circle down at the rec center that was also the library.

“Good afternoon to you too,” Loki said, “it must be fortune I ran into you, I was hoping to inquire after my car--”

“I told you, two days,” you said tersely as you continued onto your horoscope …‘a new force will bring change’... You hated this tripe. You swore, every month they just switched the blurbs under each sign and hit print.

“So be it,” he cleared his throat and you lowered the paper as he shrugged out of his jacket.

“What are you doing? I eat my lunch alone,” you said.

“Well, to be frank, I was pointed here on the promise of some famous cabbage soup,” he explained as he folded his jacket over the seat next to him, “you looked like you needed company.”

“I don’t,” you assured him.

Kimmie came over and set down your sandwich. She greeted Loki and you saw the way she eyed his tailored suit. He stuck out in the town of flannels and denim.

“Hello, sir, can I get you something to drink?” she asked.

“Tea, English breakfast,” he ordered smoothly.

“Oh, sorry, we only have um, um, sorry, peppermint, earl grey, ginger lemon, and green,” she listed off as she tried to remember them all.

“Earl grey,” he sighed, “and a menu.”

“No, no menu,” you insisted, “and you can take his tea to another table.”

“And when we’re through, I’ll take the cheque,” he ignored you and snickered under his breath.

“Kimmie, can I get a to go box?” you asked as you shimmied off the seat and snatched up your coat, “I have to get back to work.” You took out your wallet and counted out the usual amount plus a tip, “thanks.”

“Of course,” she smiled awkwardly and glanced between you and Loki.

She scooped your sandwich back up and scurried away with it. You felt him watching you as you walked away and went to stand by the till as you watched Nora flit into the kitchen. She packed up your food and returned with the box. You took it and headed for the door, ignoring the arrogant out-of-towner on your way.

“Wait,” Kimmie called out your name and you turned back as she held up your keys, “you dropped these.”

You met her halfway and took them from her with a mutter. Again, he was watching you… or still watching you. She spun and promised she’d have his tea shortly.

“Hmm,” he hummed and you head to the door again, “interesting, I never would have put the name to the face.”

You pushed out into the snow and gritted your teeth. You thought of getting the work on his car out of the way quickly so he would leave you alone but your spite made you want to put it off entirely. Whatever. He’d be gone soon enough.

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The Artist’s Abilities

Monthly Prompts Day 14

August 14th - Latte

AU Used: Coffee Shop AU and Modern AU

Characters: Butchy (Teen Beach Movie) and Makana “Mick” Birch (OC)

Notes: The idea for this is based off of how my parents met. I think it’s cute!

Five months, one week and three days; that was how long Mick had been working the overnight shift at Leaves and Beans Cafe. She knew all of the bikers and truck drivers that came in by name already. Most of them only stopped in for a donut or two and some coffee, but, then again, she always kept it fresh just for them and they admired that. According to many of them, the last person who had the overnight shift was a boy who “couldn’t tell his ass from his elbow” and didn’t know how to change the filters. Once or twice a night, a few of the local police would stop by for some coffee and to check in on Mick as she was the only one there from six at night until six the next morning.

Over all, Mick really liked her job.

Now and then, a few stoners would come in, high as a kite, trying to use ticket from the nearby arcade to pay for their midnight munchies. The funniest one Mick remembered was when Officer Martinez had been sitting behind the counter, playing cards with Mick when a very intoxicated woman stumbled into the shop, slapping a crumpled and tattered Monopoly dollar on the counter, insisting that it was her normal form of currency. One charge of public intoxication later, the woman was banned from the store until six months after her release from prison. Mick wasn’t exactly sure what part of that night she liked most.

Mick’s favorite night, however, was about four months into her job at the cafe. That night, a mechanic from an auto repair shop across the street stopped in. The man had never come in during Mick’s night shift before but he seemed nice enough. He seemed fairly shy at first, simply asking for a coffee, black, with a breakfast sandwich as he was going to be at work for another three or four hours and didn’t have another break to go on. It was already after midnight that night, so Mick threw in another sandwich that she decided to pay for and an energy shot that she had brought from home.

She could make it through the night no problem if she made herself some espresso later on, but this guy looked exhausted already and would need some form of a pick-me-up.

The next time he stopped by, she greeted him with civility as though she’d known him for a while. The mechanic only asked for a coffee, this time adding in a double shot of espresso. He gave her an extra three dollars from what he had to pay, leaving before she got the chance to stop him. It was a simple payback for the energy shot and sandwich she had given him the first time.

Over the next two weeks, he stopped in only when he knew she had next to nobody in the shop. After his fifth visit, Mick confronted her coworkers about the man. Nobody in the cafe knew his name, but a girl from the morning shift, an old classmate of Mick’s named Johanna, claimed that he stopped in to get a coffee every now and then, but when the place was next to empty, he would order a latte with quadruple espresso and a bacon breakfast sandwich.

When the man came in again, she asked if he had ever signed up for their savings card. He told her no and that nobody had ever told him there was one. Mick responded with the fact that, if he ordered any coffees, teas, or lattes, it would get stamped and, after fifteen stamps, he’d get a free drink of his choice. All she needed was his name for the card as she had plenty of truckers, bikers and cops in the card system already.

The man agreed to sign up, taking a piece of paper from Mick and signing his name on it so she could put it into the computer and give him his card. Once it printed out, she applied five stamps to it and handed it back to the man that she now knew as Butchy.

After three more weeks and fourteen stamps had accumulated on Butchy’s card, Mick waited until the clock neared the time Butchy had chosen as the time he would always stop in. She started up the espresso machine, ground up the beans and stamped them, preparing a quadruple espresso while she waited for the milk to be ready. She glanced at the clock, seeing just three minutes left before the door would open and Butchy would be in to get his drink.

Mick smiled as she poured the milk into the cup with the espresso, picking up a toothpick from the counter and going to work on something simple for her newest friend. She took a couple napkins from the nearby dispenser, scrawling out a message for Butchy as quickly as she could. Mick took one last look at the clock, seeing the familiar shine of Butchy’s motorcycle’s headlights as he pulled up outside and she ducked into the back room to start on the next batch of sandwiches that the one o’clock truckers would ask for.

Mick heard the front door open and close with a chime and listened as Butchy called out for her from the other room, yet she continued on working, deciding that she would hear from him sooner or later. Mick hummed along to the radio as she cooked up some sausage patties. After about five minutes, she heard the door open and close once more.

She peeked out the small window that lead from the kitchen to the main area, but nobody was there apart from herself and the guy on an advertisement for a sugar-filled soda they sold out of a cooler by the door. Mick finished the sandwiches after she made a dozen of them, wrapping them and labelling them so she could leave them on the counter for the truckers that would come in soon. As Mick placed the tray of food on the counter by the register, she noticed that the napkin and drink were gone.

With a sigh, she realized Butchy either didn’t notice the note or had probably thrown it out. She knew better; he was a handsome man and the chances of him being single were slim. If he had a girlfriend, good for them. A minute later, a set of bright headlights shone into the store, the rumble of an engine following soon after as the motorcycle it belonged to pulled away from the shop.

*ping ping*

Mick took up her phone from where she had left it by the espresso machine, seeing a new message from an unknown number.

“Thank you for the artwork on my latte. How did you know how I like it? And how did you draw that in the foam? I had no idea you could see the emblem on my bike from inside the shop, but I guess without the headlights, it’s easier to see it. You’re quite the artist, either way. Maybe we could go on a date to an art gallery or something. If you’re up for it, let me know and we can figure it out next time I stop in. If not, just ignore me and I’ll take the hint, ok? All the best, Butchy.”

For the longest time after that, Mick had a hard time wiping her smile off of her face.

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