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part two of dieter pictures i've never seen before and retroactively cause me so much psychic damage i am temporarily displaced in time and space
#yall#pinterest is feeding me#providing girl breakfast lunch and dinner#free samples at girl buffet#inviting me over for girl thanksgiving#dieter bravo#the bubble pedro pascal#how is his fucking hair this good#this is my boyfriend
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What's in a Name
"Oh rao, I can't believe it." Kara works to contain her excitement as she nears the tiny shadowy figure stalking her in the unkempt grass outside her apartment. "This is really happening," she squeaks, "the cat distribution system has finally picked me."
The little void peers up at her with mischievous green eyes, it's backside wriggling with anticipation. Kara crouches and waits for the impending attack.
It comes with a burst of energy that burns hot and fast, then fizzles just as quickly as the black cat halts it's attack and stares at Kara with all the regret and panic of a teenage girl who just told her best friend she's in love with her. Not wanting to scare the cat, Kara hesitates, but the thought of this little cutie spending another minute on the streets compels her to scoop it into her arms and promptly rub her nose into its face.
"Right," she says and holds the cat at arms length, a quizzical gaze on its face. "Bath first."
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Kara takes care to get the water temperature just right. Scratchy does not appreciate the effort. Claws scrape against her skin as Shadow fights against her, desperate to escape the soapy water. Kara hadn't actually found any fleas on Toothless during her physical exam to evaluate the cat's condition, and for that, she was grateful. She couldn't stand the idea of this baby being in any worse condition. A little prick digs into her finger and she mumbles, "ok, not Toothless."
She rinses the last of the suds and begins to wipe Bones with a towel. While the fight may have ended, Kara can't help but think it's a temporary reprieve, if the look on Merlin's face tells her anything. Those green eyes bite through her, clearly plotting revenge. Kara thinks it might be a good night for an all night movie marathon.
She wraps a dry towel around the still scowling cat and a tiny paw pokes out of the opening near its head, trapped like it got stuck mid escape. A disappointed huff let's out from the wet nose and Kara giggles at the adorableness.
"Here," she says," let me help you with that." She works to tuck the paw in the towel but not before dropping a kiss on the pink toe beans. "Beans," she tests the name. The cat throws a scowl at her. "Well if you have a name you prefer, feel free to share it."
The cat meows at her, and it draws a laugh from Kara whose whole body relaxes and swells with love. She drops a kiss on the furry forehead.
"I'll work on my pronunciation."
***
With Noodle cleaned and dried and now hiding under Kara's bed, licking herself to perfection, Kara works on preparing what amounts to a small buffet for each of them. She sets the takeout boxes on the table for herself and a plate of various wet and dry cat foods on the floor for Zephyr.
"Dinner's ready," she calls out, then wonders if she should take the plate to the bedroom instead. Building trust with cats sent by the universe can take time, and Kara's mind spirals with thoughts of what horrors Anubis might have endured while living on the streets. She's halfway to planning Calypso's catio to ease the transition from rugged outdoor cat to spoiled house cat when she spots the dark figure lurking along the wall. Kara freezes.
She debates her best course of action - does she offer her hand with a pspsps or do nothing? They stare at each other. After a moment where nothing happens, Kara averts her eyes, sending her gaze to the ceiling where she spots a spider in the corner. Great she thinks, let's hope Raven doesn't have an appetite for arachnids.
Kara's pulled from her thoughts by crunching near her feet. She sneaks a peak and sees Shuri ferociously air chomping a mouthful of dry food. A face-splitting grin splashes across her face.
After watching Potsticker test each of the offerings, finishing all but two samples, Kara once again attempts to build rapport.
"You don't have any allergies do you?"
Xena cocks her head and looks at her. Kara swears if this cat were human, there'd be a quirked brow to go along with that look.
"You're very expressive," she muses. "I wonder what you're thinking."
Unice meows at her, and Kara wishes she spoke cat.
***
She's struggling to stay focused on the movie with Ripley hiding away somewhere in her apartment. Kara hasn't seen the cat for hours and worries the progress she thought she made at dinner might have just been her hopeful imagination.
By the time breakfast rolls around, Kara's convinced Peony is plotting to kill her. Neither of them slept. Kara kept an eye out with her x-ray vision and noticed Nala spent the entire night exploring, poking and prodding with her pink-toed mitts at every window, door, latch, hatch, or moving part that might lead to a way out of the apartment. Every few hours, Jynx would check on Kara, looking almost annoyed to find her awake and looking back.
Kahlua's nowhere to be found when Kara's ready to head out to CatCo. She unlocks the door and calls out, "I'll be back soon, Calliope."
A flash of black streaks across the room and knocks into Kara's legs as soon as the door cracks open. Kara catches herself and stumbles into the hallway. Mittens is running around the hall, knocking into door after door. At the end of the hall, she stops in front of the elevator, looks it up and down, then turns back to Kara.
Little Yoda's ribs vibrate with heavy puffs and her eyes are wide. Kara approaches her slowly.
"It's ok, Izzy," she purrs. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Green eyes dart around. As if realizing there's nowhere to go, the fight leaves her.
"I know you're scared," Kara says, "this is a new place and we're still getting to know each other. But, if you'll give me a chance," she swallows, "I promise you will never again know a day without love."
The look on Dotty's face softens and it melts Kara's heart. The cat looks back at the elevator one more time before walking towards Kara. Grace, with all her regal elegance, brushes against Kara's ankle. It's the greatest moment of Kara's life.
***
"What is that?" Alex asks when Kara arrives at the DEO.
"This," Kara says, straightening herself and hooking her thumbs behind the shoulder straps at her chest, "is Griffin." The name is met with an immediate meow of objection. Kara looks down at the cat strapped to her chest then looks back up to Alex. "We're still deciding on a name."
***
It goes like that for a week with Kara toting the cat around with her. Bumblebee tries to run away at least once a day and continues to deny Kara's ideas for names. The day Dino curls up with Kara while an episode of Golden Girls plays on television is the day Kara thinks her heart might explode out of her chest.
With Athena's head buried in the crook of her neck, Kara strokes gently along her side.
"I love you, Tess," she breathes into black fur. A soft thrum purrs against her.
***
Kara enters the DEO panicked and sick with fear.
"She's gone, Alex," she manages to say through garbled, teary heaves. "I have to find her."
"Who?" Alex says and squeezes Kara's arms both to steady her and calm her.
"Ma'am's," Vasquez interrupts, "you might want to see this." She holds out a remote and turns on a television.
A news report shows an aerial view of a glass skyscraper with a large "L" emblazoned on the face. The ticker reads "Missing CEO found safe."
Before Alex or Kara can ask, a commotion stirs near the door. Agents scurry and someone yells, "you can't go in there."
Alex straightens herself to face the approaching party and sets a hand on her hip holster.
Kara wipes tears from her soaked cheeks.
A woman with alabaster skin, jet black hair, and deep red lips marches straight towards her. The tailored black suit commands the attention of every pair of eyes. Pale pink heels clack against the linoleum. Kara swallows the lump in her throat.
The woman stops inches before Kara, uncaring of the weapons pointed at her. Green eyes bore into Kara.
At long last, red lips curl into a smirk and a strong eyebrow quirks. She moves her head next to Kara's, so close Kara can feel the warmth of her breath against her ear when she purrs the words, "my name is Lena."
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This post right here is of course another ignorant person trying to drag Jimin for a mis translation on his live:
Knowing people like this exist with nothing better to give in their lives except hate is sickening but I wanted to talk about this topic because just look at the amount of likes on this tweet about Jimin....the pure hatred there is in the heart of some humans is something I still can't believe yet. The fact that this is a solo stan disgusts me too. When I first saw this on my feed I immediately thought back on this video I watched 1 month ago:
It hit me hard. Especially with the front cover including "The Punching Bag Of Kpop" because Jimin is indeed being treated that way. I'm convinced he's the most hated idol out there and this video sums up about everything having to do with the hate against Jimin which is quite literally the title.
"No matter who the post is about on Twitter you are sure to see someone mention Jimin under it. Genuinely, the post can be about anyone and the comments would be like ended Jimin. Ended Jimid. Jimin who? I mean, living rent free in someones mind like that, Jimin, you'll always be an icon. But the way these comments aren't even being serious. There are accounts that target a certain artist and comment about them 24/7 and Jimin happens to be for some reason targeted. What has he done expect mind his own business and sweep all the records? Wait. Play that back?! Sweep all the records. Oh. Duh. Jealousy!"
I absolutely love this video, there's so much more to unpack in it and the way this girl explains everything is so accurate. "Imagine being a solo stan of BTS....I don't know if anyone told you this but BTS are a buffet. You're not really having fun until you sample each dish. You can have a bias, but being a solo stan that is only liking one member and then hating on the others is so stupid." Well said. I know I'm quoting a lot from what is stated in the video but there's so many good points I can include in here like this last one, "It's something about Jimin that just evokes ugliness in some people and it truly baffles me because there is not an ounce of evil in this man." And I completely agree. No one in their right mind would be able to hate an angel like Park Jimin. Someone so full of love and care for everything around him...we live in a dark and twisted world for real:(
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long ass post about cute strangers moment
the waitress who helped me use chopsticks when she saw me struggling, the waiter i embarrassed myself in front trying to order in chinese, the girl who offered to drive me home since uber was ugly, the little girl who waved at me from her window and shouted hi, the man who told me to watch out and take care of myself when i was running across the street and there were cars, the barista who got excited when he found out we're from the same country, the little girl who waved at me from the car's window and her brother stopped her, the guy who stopped his car when he saw me waiting and asked if i wanted to go somewhere, the cashier when i confused him about paying from different cards that he had to call his manager, dancing in a party with that girl when she casually fixed my necklace, that mother that gave me a piece of hers when she saw the person ahead of me took the last one, that girl in the public restroom who complimented my outfit, the guy who held the door open for me when he noticed i was entering after him, the beautiful words of the aunt i helped pick up her stuff that fell, the hotel receptionist who joked about my hat, the buffet waiter who randomly came up to me and said i called you but you didn't answer, the housekeeper who gave me speech about enjoying the sea rather than staying in the hotel room, the little boy who asked for the directions, the polite apology and are you alright after bumping into me, the lady who let me take her place in the cashier line since i had fewer things, the kind words of greetings and welcome, the girl who gave more than the allowed chances to win the game, he guy who payed for me when my card was being ugly that his smile is still remembered, the boy in the same who has beautiful hair but he always catches my gaze that i can't admire him, the girl who i asked for her phone to make a call since mine was dead, the guy standing in the metro and smiled at me when the doors where open, he barista who joked about inviting him as well when i ordered three drinks by the same name, the baby who smiles at me while resting in his car, the florist with whom we spoke about mothers love when she knew i was buying them for my mother, the girl who stopped by to admire the beads i was making and complimenting them, the guy who lightly laughed at me when my bowling ball fell to the side then showed me how to do it, the food court couple who insisted on my friend and i sitting with them since we approached that table but they sat, the bartender smiling at me and giving me 'the prettiest cocktail to the prettiest' after i said anything, another bartender who said 'of course you don't have to ask' with the most beautiful smile after i asked for another pineapple juice again, the girl who gave me one of her cigarettes, the family i held the door open for as they were holding lots of bags and they thanked me, the guy handing out perfume samples on tiny cards and saying you're welcome mimicking my tone when i said thank you, the waiter who was so excited about recommending a dish and asked about it later but it wasn't that good so i lied and his smile was so sweet and proud, entering a mattress store in a mall with my friend and this guy just jumps from the bed and scares us that we ran out, the guy on the plane that helped me place my bag on the top, the way the flight attendant's face lit up when a baby boy told her i love you, the guy serving arabic coffee for free with a very inviting smile, passing the ball back to that little boy who passed it a bit too far, the girl freeing up the space beside her so i could sit, that boy picking up my shaal after it slide off my shoulders, the lady i said to her handwriting is beautiful and she laughed and said it's been the same since she was 9, the smile of the girl in the metro i a gave the flower to cause she looked upset,
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SELLER - CHANGED - CINNAMON -
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BUT - 8P - NICE - DEW - GRAY -
SKIES - 74 DEGREES THIS AM -
NEWS - IN - SPANISH - POSSIBLE -
MORNING - IN FLORIDA - & - NOT -
EVEN - MIAMI - POLICE - DEPT -
ALLIED - UNIVERSAL SECURITY -
LITTLE - HAVANA - RESIDENTS -
BOTH - OPEN - CARRY ILLEGAL -
14TH - NO - STATE - CAN - YES -
DEPRIVE - ANY - PERSON - OF -
LIFE - YOUTUBE -
BLIND - TO - BILLIONAIRE
MARRIED - MEN - ILLEGAL
MISOGYNY - LOVE - BLIND
2 - YELL - AND - ATTACK 2
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SUPER - SAVER - FLOORS NO
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EVICTION - SITTING OF BLIND
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OFF - MUSIC - TABLET - OR U
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SOLUTION - FINGERLESS - GLOVES
CARRIES - 5, 000 LBS - EA - MIAMI
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Athens & Istanbul
Day 3
Historytime, suckas.
We got up early, grabbed a light bite to eat, and got a cab to the Acropolis. Our driver, a vivacious and chatty fellow, talked the entire ride to the Acropolis, stopping only to ensure in a rather fatherly way that we got some water bottles, despite our protests that we already had some. 5/5 stars for this dude. He pointed out along the way that many cities have AN Acropolis - just a higher spot in/around the city designated as such - but the one in Athens is often referred to as THE Acropolis, as it’s pretty iconic.
We got to the top of the hill upon which the Parthenon and other historical sites sit, and found ourselves at the front of the line. A short wait later, we and what seemed like everyone in Athens behind us ascended the rest of the way up, and stood face to face with the remains of one of the more recognizable historical landmarks in the Western world.
We walked around the top of the Acropolis (Atopolis?) in the increasing heat, taking in the ancient ruins. There were originally several temples and other structures, with the focal point being the temple to Athena, the namesake of the city. We walked around the Parthenon, ancient agoras and stoas (ancient open and covered markets, respectively), including one with yet more samples of pottery ranging from 2-3000 years old.
Heading out of the Acropolis complex, we walked around Hadrian’s Arch, the ruins of a library, through the shopping center of the Placa, and to the Acropolis museum, which in addition to a fine cafe, houses yet more pottery. It also includes a wide variety of columns, statues, and pieces of buildings in different states of restoration.
Discovering we’d aptly timed our lunch to avoid a rainstorm, we retired to the AirBnB for some laundry and resting after walking almost 20,000 steps.
Day 4
Rising the next morning, we grabbed breakfast from a nearby coffee shop. Loading our bags into his car, our driver Cristos from the day we’d arrived took us to the port. There was apparently some confusion about the airport vs cruise port, but a quick decision and some acting on our part got us to the boat on time. Apparently, taxi drivers are supposed to have a different license for the cruise port, but he could drop us off if he’s just a friend. Given he’s not actually driving a taxi, we made it, and he got a hearty tip as thanks. We made it through a series of check in steps, acquired our requisite key cards after some confusion on the computer’s part, and boarded the Norwegian Jade. The ship hold around 1900 passengers and 1000 crew.
We explored the ship for a while, then made our way to the pool deck buffet, where we had lunch, and the overhead speakers announced that our staterooms were ready. Our room is one deck above the entry way, which is handy, although it made for an initially disorienting perspective out the porthole when the ship was at sea.
It was at this point we discovered somebody was going to get bunk beds. Alex, in his role as the eldest claimed the top bunk. Alex is also the heaviest, and so shortly thereafter was relegated to the bottom bunk, which only resulted in a few inadvertent head bonks when he tried to turn over. We continued to explored the ship, finding the library where the girls acquired a few books, and a game room, where Alex narrowly claimed victory at Clue.
We retired after dinner and an art gallery bit with free champagne.
Day 5
We awoke around 6:15am to find ourselves in Kusadasi, Turkey. A port city hosting many vacation homes, it is also adjacent to the ancient city of Ephesus. Most of the city where Cleopatra and Marc Antony honeymooned is gone, but much remains in ruins and yet-to-be excavated areas.
We ate a light breakfast and boarded a bus with 10 or so other folks for our first cruise excursion. The 20 minute ride passed quickly, while our guide told us a variety of information about the area.
We disembarked the bus, and started through the ruins of an agora, several streets, and eventually to what had been the main road from the port to the center of town until an earthquake changed the coastline. Excavation continues among ancient houses, which contain incredible tile mosaics and some remaining paintwork, thousands of years later. Several of these houses are located under a protective building to facilitate the excavation, several stories high inside. We exited this building ahead of the Library, third in size after Alexandria and Cairo.
The ruins behind us, we retuned to our tour bus, which promptly deposited us near the port for a short demonstration on rug making that included a sampling of both Turkish coffee and Raki, a liquor which starts clear and clouds delightfully when cold water is poured in. The salesmen tried mightily to bargain us into buying a rug, but we left and acquired some small pottery items from one of the many shops lining the tourist areas. They all basically sell the same wares at similar prices - much like what we saw in the Placa area of Athens.
Returned to the boat, Allie decided a nap was in order, while Alex & Lauren decided to try a one-two combo of hot tub then cold pool. After we had all showered, we tried our hand at trivia, where we failed spectacularly. We enjoyed a fine dinner aft, then hurried down to an acrobatic show, where a truly phenomenal duo flew through the air in an astounding array of contortions.
Exhausted, we decided to skip the dance party on the pool deck, and retired to prepare for Istanbul.
Cheers, A&A
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“Your Tip, Love.” (Fred Weasley x reader)
A/N: Can students get part-time jobs...? Idk but just go with it dude.
Taglist: @obsessedwithrandomthings
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Why did your mom tell you to get a job? You weren’t poor, nor was this to look good or have work experience. She just hated when you had nothing to do at Hogwarts. It didn’t have to be a good job, but your mom knew that if you didn’t have anything to do you’d die of boredom.
And that’s why you’ve been working at Honeydukes starting this year. On the contrary, standing in the middle of the shop and offering samples of candies seemed to lose your interest very quickly throughout the weeks. At least you got discounts on the candies.
“(Y/n)! Could you get me a Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans- pretty please?”
“No!”
Unfortunately, it was highly embarrassing when your friends burst into the shop and demanded free candies from you. Even worse if you see a classmate or someone you worked on an assignment with. Every Saturday, it was a ritual of you crossing your fingers and praying to every great wizard you didn’t see a familiar face and make it awkward.
This Saturday, it seemed to be going fairly well. The customers who were willing to try a sample were very nice, and no one you knew came in. Ahh, today was going to be-
“George hurry up!”
You froze. You recognized that voice- you definitely spoke too soon.
Fred Weasley, you definitely knew him, who wouldn’t? Famous prankster along with George and Lee. One of Gryffindor’s star beaters. And you for sure wouldn’t forget him after that one time you were paired with him to do that assignment in potions.
You remember awkwardly walking to the table for you to work together. You felt sweaty- did you stand too far or too close to him? He did help you which was the opposite of his usual antics. Except you noticed from the corner of your eyes that he was grinning the whole time... why was this important?
You did not realize until your friend flat out told you- they thought you liked him, and that he liked you. They somehow noticed how smiley he was around you- which you did have to admit was out of place because y’all were in potions! And of course they saw your awkward and knew how clammy your hands would get when you were nervous. It was a day of relentless teasing.
But back to a present time problem- Fred, George and Lee had just walked into the store. They were bound to see you, you were practically a sitting duck.
Your panic mode gave you three options:
Fight - “Hi Fred!” but who were you kidding, your confidence was level 0.
Flight - Run away and have Mr. and Mrs. Flume scold you? Plus, wouldn’t that make you a tad dramatic?
Freeze - And then you could-
“Are those chocolate frogs?” asked Lee Jordan. You were snapped out of your thoughts and your face started to get hot instantly.
“Um, yeah would you like one?” you said shyly stretching out the tray of sweets.
“Free samples? Wicked.” The boys each took one chocolate frog from the tray and started to browse around the shop for any other sweets that interested them.
You weren’t able to see Fred’s reaction to seeing you, but knowing that he didn’t say anything made you guess that he didn’t recognize you, or something along those line. You turned your head in the boys’ direction. They were distracted by the shelves of candies and were not making things awkward with you.
You sighed a breath of relief and checked the watch on your left wrist. Your shift was almost done, and you could finally return to your dorm and flop on the bed.
The three boys paid for their treats and left the store. You took one last glance at them as they exited and then back to your watch.
“Hey (y/n).” You lifted your head to come to sight of Fred, who was in the middle of holding the door slightly open for himself.
“It was nice seeing you.” he said with a wink. With that he left, and you seemed to still be initiating the third panic mode option with your jaw dropped. Did Fred Weasley just say it was nice to see you?!
The moment Mr. Flume bid you goodbye for the week, you bolted back to the castle immediately.
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It was another Saturday at Honeydukes. Fred had not said anything to you about last week, and you were grateful. Little did you know, that older Weasley twin had a plan.
“(Y/n)!” shouted your friend Maya.
“Oh hi Maya!” you said surprised that she came to Honeydukes.
“Just wanted to visit, wouldn’t want you to be lonely.” she joked. You rolled your eyes playfully. You couldn’t deny it though, you did enjoy when your friends made a bit of time to be with you at your shift.
You were talking for a bit, until you saw who you did and did not want to see. You watched with wide eyes as Harry, Ron, Hermione and the twins entered the store.
“Hey isn’t that Fred Weasley? The guy you get all nervous around?” she whispered in your ear.
“Maya!” you scolded attempting to bump into her with your tray of sweets.
“Oh I see how it is...” she winked in amusement of the scowl on your face. She then went to the shelves in the back.
“Maya where are you going?” you asked almost frantically.
“Hm? Oh nothing, these chocolates look really interesting...” she said clearly putting on an act to seem busy. You were definitely going to get her back for that.
“Are those sugar quills free samples?” asked a voice which made you turn your head back to the front. You came to face Ron Weasley, who you knew as the twins’ younger brother.
“Yeah, feel free to take one.” You tried to sound less shaky, you hoped it worked. Ron’s eyes widened and started taking a few quills.
“Ronald!” scolded Hermione hitting his arm. Ron was taken aback. “She said take one, not an all you can eat buffet!”
“Alright I’m sorry!” Ron said slightly embarrassed.
“It’s okay, really!” you said trying to reassure them, you didn’t want to make it more weird. Hermione shook her head at him as Harry and the twins were snickering. They all parted ways within the store, except Fred didn’t budge.
“Sorry about my brother.” he said sheepishly.
“It’s fine, it’s no big deal anyway.” you said. Your heart was pounding, the fact that you uttered a full sentence to Fred was an accomplishment.
“What’s a girl like you doing, working at Honeydukes?” Fred asked while picking up one of your sugar quills.
“Oh, my mom doesn’t like when I don’t have anything to do. I mean it’s fine really, I get a discount on candy.” you explained. “W-what about you?”
“Me? Well rumour has it that there’s a really cute girl who works at Honeydukes who displays the sweets every Saturday.” he said smirking. Your face went beet red- he was talking about you?!
“R-really...?” you asked attempting to sound oblivious.
“Yes, and she’s especially cute when she gets all quiet around me.” He was making you more embarrassed than intended. Way for him to call you out sis. You were about to say something, but the trio and George finished paying for their candies and were heading out.
“Fred, stop flirting, let’s go!” called George holding the door open for him. Your brain was going haywire- Fred Weasley flirting with you?? Fred chuckled.
“Be patient you prat.” George rolled his eyes in return. You watched as Fred fished in his pockets for coins and placed them on your display tray.
“Your tip, love.” he said. He bent down to your height and kissed your cheek. You were left with the feeling of his soft lips on your face. You couldn’t utter a single word out. Fred waved at your paralyzed state and left with George shaking his head and laughing at his twin’s romantic gesture.
“Oh my god...” said a voice behind you. You turned your head slowly and saw Maya.
“Maya! What the fu-”
“Did Fred just kiss you?!” she squealed. She looked more excited than you.
“I-” you couldn’t even English at this point. You knew she was going to tease you for this big time, so you had to change the subject. “Maya, did you really take ten minutes to admire those chocolates in the back?”
“Yes.”
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Your shift was almost done for today, however your heart was fluttering the whole time thinking of Fred. Oh god, how were you supposed to face him now?
Suddenly you heard a thump coming from the cellar of the store. You didn’t go down there often, so you felt a little uneasy when you walked in slowly to check.
“Mr. Flume? Mrs. Flume?” you called out quietly. No answer. You looked left and right, there was nobody you could see.
Your whole body did a small jump as you saw a tile on the floor move. The tile kept moving until you saw it lift and move to the side. You were shocked to see Fred emerge.
“Oh hello love.” he said casually.
“Fred! What are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled as you went to help him get out. As soon as he stepped out, he dusted off his clothes.
“I missed you.” he said a smirk playing on his lips. Fred making you flustered twice in one shift? Your heart couldn’t take it.
“S-stop playing with me, why did you- no, how did you come here?! What was that?!” you asked pushing him up the stairs back to the shop. He purposely resisted a little to make your life harder. As soon as you both reached the top of the stairs, he leaned against wall.
“Didn’t know you spoke that much, (y/n).” he teased. You groaned.
“Fred, I already saw you this morning, why are you-”
“Go on a date with me.” You backed into the doorway from hearing what he had just asked you. You noticed that there wasn’t a playful grin on his face, but instead looked almost worried.
“Okay.” you said smiling.
“Okay?” he asked repeating your reply. You realized how short and blunt your answer seemed. No wonder you’ve been single all this time.
“I-I mean yes! I’d love to go on a date with you.” you said shyly. He walked over to your small form and lightly pinned you against the wall.
“Can I kiss you then?” he asked brushing your jawline with this thumb. You managed to nod in response. With that, he closed the remaining gap between you and locked his lips with yours.
The kiss made you dizzier ten times more than the simple peck from hours ago. And bloody hell was he a good kisser. Your arms went up to link around his neck, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.
“Um (y/n), it’s the end of your shift you and your boyfriend can leave now...”
You both broke off immediately in embarrassment as you recognized the voice as Mrs. Flume. She was standing awkwardly behind the cashier. Oh god, you were going to get fired for sure.
“...I told him to use the front door but he just had to pull a Santa Clause-“ The three of you turned your heads to the door to see Lee and George mid sentence stopping to see you and Fred with your hands on each other and Mrs. Flume catching you in the act.
“Oh my- Mrs. Flume we’re so sorry!” said George pretending to be scared and apologizing a million times.
“Yes yes it will never happen again!” shouted Lee being just as dramatic.
“You know how couples get..” said George pushing you and Fred out the door quickly.
“U-uhm I’m so sorry Mrs. Flume, S-see you next week!” you stuttered out without even looking her in the eye. As you stopped outside you panted as Fred was giggling the entire time.
“Why are you laughing? Fred!” you said playfully slapping him on the arm as he continued laughing.
“Oh Merlin, (y/n) you don’t know how funny that was- your reaction was adorable!”
“You should be glad, we saved both your arses.” Said Lee proudly with George nodding along.
“Now you can finally go on your date!” Said George cheerfully. “But if I see you both snogging when you get back I won’t be there to save either of you again.”
You blushed at the thought of you and Fred snogging again. Fred scoffed and waved them off. He took your hand in his as you started to walk on your date.
“By the way, I don’t care what George says. There will be snogging, a hundred percent.”
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Asynchronous With You: Chapter 2
ship: naruhina
rating: teen (maybe mature later)
tags: Modern Day AU, Foster Siblings, Family, Angst, Unrequited Love, Poor Communication
summary: An awkward journey full of self-denial and missed moments between two foster siblings. Perhaps their love will find the right timing someday.
When Naruto and his playdate make it back to his place, there are no shoes in the genkan. He's got the apartment to himself just as promised.
He's starting to get nervous when he takes off his shoes and she bounds across the corridor, heading towards the living room.
A brow perks up as he follows after her and she's sitting prettily on the sofa, with her hand on the remote.
He walks up behind her and perches his elbows beside her head as she finds the program she was looking for.
One of those intense dramas with controlling parents and an abusive ex-boyfriend. Naruto dropped his head with a sigh. This is not what he thought was going to happen.
At the sound of her patting the spot beside her, he reluctantly agrees and plops down with his arms crossed and his spine limp. Already bored.
"I'm obsessed with these, so you're going to have to bear with it," she said almost seductively, like a Mistress withholding his reward after a bout of slow torture.
Suddenly the front door goes ker-chunk. A shock runs up his back and his arms tense around his middle. Head turned towards the entryway, he stares in disbelief as Hinata pads across the corridor. She nearly enters. The kitchen is behind them after all. But she freezes as his panicked expression and ducks down around the corner.
Naruto raises up, saying "I'm gonna take a piss."
"If you're escaping, I'm leaving."
"I'll be back, for real. I'll watch your show with you. But I really gotta leak," He hurried off and sharply rounded the right corner. He grabbed Hinata by her shoulders and hurried her down the corridor, hiding her behind his larger frame. They made it back to her room where he closed the door behind them. And then he looked up at Hinata's winded expression. "Thought you'd be at Cram."
"I,I was about to make us dinner," her voice shook breathlessly. His eyes dropped down to the grocery bags in both her hands. He could make out an extensive category of cup ramen brands and flavors through the semi-transparent plastic. The shape of the other bag was tented, a case of eggs weighing it down. "I didn't think you'd be happy with curry udon."
"I wasn't," He crossed her room, closing the space between them and he took the bag of ramen of from her. He eyed the goodies inside. Some favorites, some unknowns. Triple X Crawfish flavor? Carbonara? Squid Ink? He was already beginning to forget both his guest and his libido in favor the buffet right before him.
"I thought we could try them together." She bit her lip. Her with her hand free, she began to finger and twist the hem of her skirt. An action that was perilously similar to the vision he had when he imagined her in her panties.
The cloth-wringing was a subtle shift from her finger-poking days, but it was a tell nonetheless.
It must've put her off to find out there was a stranger home, even if he was the one that brought her in. She's still not very good around new people, and he thinks perhaps that pretty girls intimidate her too, (with special exceptions held out for Ino and Sakura). He literally just brought the enemy into her territory.
What to do, what to do?
Did it seem like he had a choice anymore? No way he could still get lucky with Hinata home.
Naruto grimaced as he did the only thing he could do. "Well, she said if I don't watch her show with her, she'll leave."
Hinata's shoulders visibly relaxed. They exchanged lopsided smiles as they hovered in the silence.
Taste-testing cup ramen with his foster sister. His mouth stretched wider at the notion, contentment and gratitude deepening a little further in his heart.
When was the last time they hung out together, anyways?
They passed the time talking like they used to do, only pausing when a rather violent ker-chunk rattled down the corridor.
Naruto grimaced as that girl's dual nature became more apparent to him. Kind of like someone he used to have a crush on.
Naruto stood up and reached his hand out to Hinata, grinning widely, teeth gleaming. "I think you might've saved me this time, Hinata."
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As they sampled and slurped each new flavor over dinner, sharing bites and commenting at which ones they liked best, Naruto remembered the one thing that's been weighing in the back of his mind. He remembered, because he was having fun, and there might come a day when he can't have fun with her like this.
"Where're you going for high school?" he asked.
Hinata slurped up the two noodles hanging daintily from her chopsticks before she put the cup down, her expression thoughtful. "Kurenai-san can't afford to give me the same education that she gave Neji, so my options are limited."
"What? That's not fair."
Hinata replied with a shrug and a smile. "It's not really fair on her, either. She just happened to be our next-door neighbor when it happened. She didn't have to take us in. And if she never knew us and what we were going through, she never would have. You could say we were lucky and she was unlucky--"
"If she really felt that way, then you wouldn't still be here and Neji wouldn't have seen graduation. The way you're thinking of it is completely wrong."
"Did you wish I hadn't come home?"
Naruto pulled back. "Huh?"
"Spending time with her may have been boring, but you were looking forward to something else. You can have the things you want when you don't have to share."
How did the conversation devolve like this? Where was all of this coming from?
"Hinata... Wherever you go, I'm going to go with you," As he said that, her head perked up, her wet eyes took him all in. "I think so, anyway. Everyone's staying here, so, I think I'd miss them a whole lot. I mean, making new friends is great and all, but I got a good thing going here. What about you?"
A chill inhabited her features, like she had just locked herself away in order to face him.
"I don't know."
"Aren't you in two clubs now that you're not deputy class rep anymore? What was it, bug-catching and dog grooming?"
Two interests that couldn't be more unrelated if it weren't for the fact that it was Hinata who was interested. She had that motherly nature about her. She loved to take care of things. Just like she chose to do now for him.
Hinata nodded lamely.
He slouched in chair, one arm draped over the back as he sighed in resignation. He wanted to hear words from her, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. He glanced in her direction and his dismay edged further into disappointment.
She kind of looked like Neji right now. Like back when him and Neji were bitter and small. Hinata looked like a blizzard raging inside a snow globe.
He has to stick close to her, make sure she's alright at all times. But right now, he was failing. Right now, he couldn't see what was attacking her.
AN: Oof, short-ass chapter. 1200 words. 😅 Felt like a good jumping off point though, I think it'd be good if the next chapter were from Hinata's perspective. I think I'll definitely combine this chapter and the first one into a single chapter for AO3 and FFN when this is all done.
btw I hate doing summaries. I always feel like I'll end up writing something completely different, rendering it all lies. Lies, I say! 😲
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Amphibia Reviewcaps: Scavenger Hunt/ The Plantars Check In
KEITH DAVID IS HERE! KEITH DAVID IS HERE AND NOT IN SHADOWY STINGER BITS BUT FULL CHARACTER! And okay other stuff happened I guess. Anne deals with her insecurity over her girlfriend being way more smart and acomplished than her, then the Plantars meet King Keith David, followed by Sprig reinacting the plot of Home Alone 2 mixed with a bit of Blank Check. You know that forgetable disney movie about the white dumbass who uses his computer skillz to get rich and has to deal with the mob.. I assume. I really have no idea exactly what blank check was about and neither do you. KEITH DAVID, under the cut.
Scavenger Hunt
And with Marcy’s big intro out of the way we’re back to simplier problem of the week episodes, though this one does lead into the next which does have some solid plot progression, and the new setting and fresh injection of Marcy mean they do feel a bit newer after the road episodes. Like a good road trip after all that time you finally get to see the sights, enjoy the place and just relax. And also eat because your usally hungry when you first arrive, which is what the plantars and new addition Marcy are doing to start.
Marcy’s treating, because she’s friends iwth the king and as we learn next episode the king gives his friends acess to the royal treasury because he’s a seemingly nice dude. Again, more on that in a minute. While Hop Pop marvels at Marcy’s smarts and analytics, a messag efrom the king arrives.. and yes I too have “A MESSAGE FROM THE KING A MESSAGE FROM THE KING’ from hamilton in my head right now.
Turns out the King likes to send Puzzle grams, basically sending marcy on scavenger hunts to tell her something because their both massive dorks. And it is taking ALL my willpower not to jump right ot the keith david of things, but for the sake of profesionalism I will stay here. So our party splits up: Marcy, Anne and Sprig go off to solve the puzzle and see the town while Hop Pop ends up staying because you can get free shit the more you eat, which yeah is a nice thing and all but is usually not worth what you spend. But it’s not his dime so fair enough. The king’s toilet’s are probably gold with gems and the softest seats in the land. I mean if I were king of the world I”d want the best toilet in the world. I’d also install free health care and other good stuff, but I’d expect a really nice crapper as one of the perks of the job.
Anyway the hop pop plot really is just him eating a lot to get free stuff and showing up at the end , so i’ll focus ont he main plot which is pretty standard: Anne is insecure about how smart Marcy is, and TRIES to out marcy her in solving the puzzle, while befrending various people: Resucing a girl’s cat/caterpillar from a tree, befreinding an old lady and doing her nails, and then bonding with the gnatcho cart lady.. which made me want nachos bad, who enocourage a dispondent anne to be herself and try anyway. But yeah Marcy suceeds instead, Anne gets depressed, then Anne tries TOO Hard on the last clue when Marcy is stuck and ends up in the sewer with the alligators.. which unlike real life sewer gators, were put there on purpose by marcy to eat garbage when she redid the sewer system.. because of course she did she’s the best. It’s a really nice gag. They escape the gator when the various people Anne helped form a chain, along with an exasperated hop pop and Polly.
Then sprig blabs about Anne’s insecurity, and Marcy comforts her, pointing out that while she’s a genius and what not.. she dosen’t.. get people. Anne does, which.. I found a nice twist. The first thing she did,g etting the cat, made me think “oh their going to go with her physical skills”.. but instead in a nice twist that made me like this episode more, it’s her heart. And it’s not something they pulled out of thin air: While it hasn’t really come into play a lot this season, last season was all about Anne slowly connecting with the town and being suprisingly good with people.. she can be blunt, dosen’t think things through.. but she does have empathy, problem solving and a desire to genuinely help people who need it. It’s a hard trait to learn and it’s one she does with natural ease. It’s a nice bit of showing her character and what she’s good at. Also the message turns out to be “bring the plantars” which.. yeah the second the first clue was bring, even without next episodes description, I could’ve guessed. And they close the episode as all episodes should close.. feeding nachos to a sewer gator.
Final Thoughts I:
As you could tell by how easily I sped through it, the episode was...eh. It’s not bad, but no episode of the series has been truly terrible. It honestly, and this kind of complaint is overused, feels like filler. And granted I rarely watch anime, I know cartoons work different.. but this episode feels like it’s just there to provide more Marcy before we focus primarily on the Plantars again, and before the plot turns them against her. Which isn’t a bad thing mind and she’s great as she was last week.
The problem is Anne. Her feeling down about herself, while a normal human emotion.. just dosen’t jibe with her normal brand of overconfidence. It’s not entirely out of the blue for her not ot feel as smart as marcy, it’s just set up poorly. We could’ve easily used a flashback or something to the human world to help make it feel like a more longstanding issue, than one that just crops up because Polly said a thing after a full episode of her being totally fine with Marcy being way smarter than her. Even the intro has her entirely fine with it. It would’ve flowed better if she played off she was fine, but secretly was trying to one up her and did feel dumber versus that being spelled out so early, as it woudl’ve fit more with the character. So yeah this one’s more just forgetable, a stop gap between two plot important episodes. And I don’t mind catching our breath after the last episode given it was a huge one what with introducing a new major character and a new setting and having a lot of action set pieces, I just know the show can do that BETTER, as seen with HandY Anne following up , if a year after, from the emotionally draining season 1 finale, they just.. didn’t this time and it just flopped a bit, but still had enough nice moments and good bits to make it still enjoyable.
That’s something I do have to give the show credit on as I have been hard on it, as i’ve said reviwing more forgetable episodes is hard: Most shows don’t make it out of season 1 without at least one terrible episode. OK KO had “Let’s Not Be Skeletons”, Ducktales had “The Beagle Birthday Massacre” (And i’m a huge fan of Lena as a character, just to be clear, her debut episode was terrible for other reasons) , Steven Universe had Arcade Mania, Adventure Time had “Freak City” and Legend of Korra had “The Spirit of Compettiton”.. and really the whole love triangle plot but that’s a story for another day.. all of these are really..e xcept arcade mania that one’s just dull and pointless. But i’m not: My point is it’s still a really good sign the show hasn’t really flopped over in the span of two seasons, with even the annoying quarallers pass still having some really good stuff to it. I may be critical, because as a critic that’s my job no one pays me for, but I do love this show and want to make it clear it’s still excellent. I’d rather watch this episode again than any episode of “Hoops”.. seriously I have no interest in that show and I question why Jake Johnston thought signing on for it was a good idea. Then again, Keith David was in this
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And BOTH of these
So I can’t blame Jake for wanting an easy paycheck when Screen Legend Keith David has done far worse for one. Speaking of Keith David....
The Plantars Check In
IT’S TIME.
We’ve had a sample of keith david with the omnoius end from last week but now we get the full package. And i’ve made no secret how much I absolutley love Keith David or how excited I was to see him joint he cast. The main is a voice acting and regular acting legend. Sure he usually does bit parts, but he does the hell out of them.
The man also has a longer history in disney than I ever realized. While I knew he played Goliath and Dr. Facilier, I had no idea just how much minor voice work he’s done for disney over the decades, doing a LOT of minor roles during the 90′s and even vocing Mufasa in “House of Mouse”, subbing for James Earl Jones which.. yeah if anyone’s the next Jamers Earl Jones, it’s Keith. He’s the king of making a meal out of side rolls and on the ocasions he gets a big one he makes a damn buffet of it, as seen with Gargoyles and Community.
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So yeah, I love the guy and was excited for his first full apperance and pleasantly suprised. We open at what looks like a comibation of the temple of time and Hyrule Castle for Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and I swear that’s what their going for with the background music here.
Anyways after Lady Oliva tries to keep things formal, and reveals King Andrias has been king for over a thousand years, which makes things even more interesting, he .. happily hops off the throne, gives the Plantars a friendly greeting and then a bear hug. I was expecting him to be stern yet nice, for now, but this is a nice change of pace and i’ts shown by the way Olvia acts towards this behavior, wishing he’d be proper because “Most unorthodox” and all that monocle popping nonsense, that this is normal for him. So it’s not ENTIRELY an act for their benefit. He is apparently nice to his immediate subjects, vistors and especially Marcy. It’s also lovely to see Keith David play such a diffrent character from his usual villian, stoic badass or hilarious grandpa rolls, instead playing a cheerful and boisterous king. He honestly reminds me a lot fo River from star vs the forces of evil. Which by the way I also love Alan Tuduk and regret not bringing him up in either review river’s been in so far.
Anyway, we then get some more plot stuff as he meets anne, and we get a nice bit of him doing the “thumb of approval” and marveling at anne’s awkawrd fistbump in response. But it’s down to buisness, he wants to send his loyal knight and new friend he just met home, but needs the box. While anne reveals she don’t got it, with Hop Pop acting nervous as he realizes “oh shit, maybe lying to my surrogate grandaughter about something this important when we’re ont he way to a place where people will naturally want ot see the thing, and STILL not telling her after meeting Marcy and knowing sh’ed want to know about it too has started to backfire!” And yeah while he has sympathetic motives, and clearly knows SOMETHING about the box, and I supsect King Keith David does too but give me a second, his not telling Anne what he did at any time is only going to make it harder to trust him later, especially if Marcy ends up betraying them. He also notices something I actually failed to notice , as did Anne: The colorful stones on the calamity box are drained of color. So the King’s going to have to reserach this for a bit, with Marcy helping obviously and since Anne’s usless at research, the king instead happily treats the plantars to a vacation on him while they sort thigns out: A stay at the nicest hotel in the city, on his dime, and acess to his royal credit card, which given he’s king of everything means he just gave them the unlimited funds code.
Before we move on, my thoughts on the king: He’s hard to read. I do think he’s genuinely that nice a person.. but he CLEARLY has a dark side, having subjugated the toads and the frogs, which had to have happened under him as he’s first in his line and both remember the status quo as only such. Hop Pop dosen’t even question the way things are or one god king ruling over all for over a thousand years. The question is did he do so because he didn’t know better, because he thought he had to, or because
I do n’t know what that’s from but expect me to be using it a LOT from now on. My point is it’s hard to tell what his game is here. He could be a cruel asshole masquerading as a fun loving king on the service to sugarcoat his shadier actions.. or he could be a well intentioned extermist, doing awful things for what he sees as the greater good and possibly having lost the plot, or his empathy over thousands of years. Or he genunley could have no idea what he’s planning is bad and see no harm in it due to a different set of morals, again due to being immortal. There’s a LOT of intresting directions they can go with this character and i’m curious to see just what sort of vilian, or possibly good guy all along though I doubt it, he will be and given both grime, more recently i’ll admit but still, and sasha have been complex villians instead of one dimensional assholes, the show will no doubt give us something spectacular. HOpefully i’m not tempting fate but if I am, screw it, i’m rolling those dice. This is going to be godo and I can’t wait.
It’ll also be intresting to see if he genuinely values marcy or is putting on the good king act and puzzles and all that to manipulate her. After all we’ve seen with Sasha that she’s easily manipulated, as far as we can tell, and sees this all as a game.. it’d be easy enough to lead her along by playing int othe genre and her desires to get her to play his game the way he needs her to. Though it’s also a question of if Marcy will see it or back the wrong side... though she MIGHT. while she isn’t great with people, she does know games and half the time a benevolent ally will turn out to be a dick in sheeps clothing. Though i’m hoping that isn’t the case for Marcy. But we’ll see..
Anyways with the first third or so of the episode down, the Plantars Check in, TITLE DROP, and Polly, Anne and Hop Pop all put on comfy robes and relax, while Sprig being sprig wants to go exploring though hop pop refuses to leave him wiht the card because of course he does. And honestly having done a few road trips myself.. yeah usually when you get back to the hotel first you want to just relax and crash, maybe go out for dinner or something with your friends, which they already did ahead of time, and recharge before doing allt he fun vacation stuff. Though I also relate to sprig as I too have been in hotels with arcades and pools from time to time as a kid and a teen and wanted to go do the fun stuff while everyone’s tired. Thankfully I also liked to read or play my various game consoles, from the game boy advance up to the switch on my most recent vacations,so I understand his restlessness.
The rest of the episode goes about how you’d expect, with Sprig taking the card once hteir asleep and adventuring around and getting into various hilarious one off gags via montage, before loosing the card and fighting over it with a Bellhop Named Belle, played byt he always wonderful and always talented Krstien Schal.. about two episodes late for the gravity falls homage but never too late to do some voice acting. Sprig gets the card thanks to futurama caffine bullet time, saves paige and then saves her from firing by talking like a rich kid asshole to save paiges job before collapsing and being woken by everyone else wanting to go do fun shit.
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Final Thoughts 2:
This one was better. While again I sped through the recap section this time.. it was funny> While the plot was a simple: kid sneaks out and does something he’s not supposed to yet and gets into trouble and ironic ending and all that, it’s funny enough to be enjoyable, Kristin is game as always, and the gag of Sprig using the card to wave off the snooty man at the counter is great. While most of the meat of hte episode is with the king at the start, the rst of it is still an enjoyable come down episode after the plot heavy first third of this one and marcy at the gates and does the job way better thant he previous episode. While it doen’t have a lot of tie to character or what not, it dosen’t WASTE any either. I didn’t realize till this episode that while sprig certainly hasn’t been unterutlized, he really hasn’t had his own episode this season, sharing Quaraller’s Pass with poly and only having subplots in “A Caravan Named Desire” and “Marcy at the Gates”. Here he gets a plot to himself and while it does nothing for his overal character, it’s entertaining enough, with some great gags like the caffine bullet time, the aformentioned rich people gag and the hair bit being the best “Now to put on my hat!”. It just lets the character loose to have a fun side story. See I can dog on an episode for WASTING a good opprotunity, even if I understand the stress of production and what not.. but I won’t dog one for just having fun and letting a character have the limelight if it’s still entertaining which this was. The problem with say “Scavenger Hunt”, “The Ballad of Hopidiah Plantar”, “A Caravan Named Desire” and “The Ballad of Hopidiah Plantar” is that while their not BAD episodes, they had far more potential. This one knows it’s basically home alone 2 meets blank check, but actually entertaining, and justh as fun with it. Is it hte best episode ever? Probably not. But was it fun and a nice change of pace, as well as relatable to me and thus giving me a bit of the warm fuzzies, especially in this hellscape of our lord 2020? Absolutley.
That does it for this week. if you liked this review i’ve reveiwed the rest of the season so far , just check the Disney tab on my blog, along with many other shows, and i’ll be covering the show weekly for the rest of the season, along with Ducktales when it comes back next month, so follow if you want more of that and random reblogs and such. You can also shoot me an ask if you have any things you want my opinon on, any episodes you want to request or you can direct message me to outright comission an episode of any aimated show for me to review for 5 bucks a review. Either way, till we meet again, bwahahahahaha.
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(In which Draco can’t cook to save his life au along with a dash of Christmas spirit)
Drarry drabble ~ 10/19 ~ about 3.5k
“Pansy.” Smoke was starting to crowd the room. Said girl remained oblivious as she scrolled through her phone.
“Pansy.” The flame on the stove got bigger than Draco would have liked. He debated on using an Aguamenti, but wait, didn’t that weird muggle cookbook warn something about using water with an open flame? Regardless he wasn’t taking any chances. Pansy, the cow, only gave a small hmm and continued on with whatever she was doing.
“PANSY!” Ok that was it, he put a protective bubble around the stove just in a nick of time. He looked at the pot that started to burn inside the blazing inferno. And it has been a housewarming gift from Mrs. Weasley too. Regardless, he allowed himself a small moment of relief for dealing with one of the many problems that happened in the kitchen today. Small mercies he supposed. And that’s when the fire alarm started beeping persistently.
In a frenzy, he tried putting up a silencio charm, but it kept wavering and wearing off. His spells never did work well when he was worked up in a mood. The smoke was fogging up the kitchen more than ever now too, much to Draco’s dismay. Harry was not going to be happy about the lingering smell later.
The timer on the counter started going off signaling that the roast in the oven was done. At the same time the small pot next to the bubble charm of heat started to over boil due to his neglect when dealing with everything else.
“Oh for fuck’s sake Draco,” Pansy finally looked up from her phone. She quickly casted her own silencing spell and vanished the smoke in the air. Right...now that his main problems were dealt with he quickly got to attending the roast. He put on those ridiculous Chudley Cannon mitts gifted by Ron from last Christmas (why they never got to replacing these hideously bright orange mitts he’ll never know) and got to work. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the roast looked exactly like it was supposed to in the muggle cookbook, a large victory in his disastrous attempts at cooking.
He lifted it out of the oven planning to get it onto the counter quickly when the large pan collided with the edge of the oven door. It all happened too quickly, but one moment everything was perfectly fine and the next the pan shifted way too far right and his perfectly cooked roast stumbled onto the floor!
“Shit!” Draco cursed and ran to the counter to grab a napkin when he slipped onto the floor, his arse landing in the sauce used to marinate the meat.
“You know when I asked you to help me I didn't mean for you to just sit on your arse scrolling through that muggle device of yours,” Draco glared.
Pansy rolled her eyes but took pity on him as she waved her wand to clean up the mess on the floor minus the roast.
“Should we try Scourgifying it?”
Like that would help save dinner, he sighed. Not to mention it was unhygienic and Harry would throw a fit if he found out.
“Just vanish it, it’s useless anyways.” She nodded and a second later the roast was gone.
“At least you’ll have the creme brulee. And the potatoes,” she spared a glance at the pot that was overboiling a minute prior before grimacing. “Ok, maybe not the potatoes but who needs dinner when you have dessert anyways.”
“Watch it turn out just as well as everything else,” he remarked and got up from the floor to check what was left of his cooking attempts.
He went to the fridge to check on the little ramekins. Earlier they looked fine, but knowing his luck he’d have to test it before serving.
Pansy handed him a spoon as he dug in and took a bite. A moment later was all it took and he quickly rushed over to the sink and spat it out.
“Pansy, did you use salt instead of the sugar earlier?” It was one of the only times Pansy decided to help in the kitchen. She reasoned earlier that if she was going to help, at least it would be on the dish that requires the least amount of effort.
She shrugged and took a bite of Draco’s neglected creme brulee before making a face. “Well...they did both look the same. And they’re in matching containers, Draco, what did you expect!”
“I just wanted to make a good dinner this year,” he sighed in defeat. Each year their friend group always got together and drew straws to see who’s house they were going to for Christmas dinner. Everytime he and Potter hosted, the Gryffindor prat would always suggest going to that all night buffet around Ron and Hermione’s place.
“Hey, it’s all you can eat, saves the hassle of cooking, and they give war veterans discounts.”
Draco couldn’t really argue against that and so they all went last year. He had to admit that the food was pretty good, but there was something about a nice home cooked meal on Christmas night that you just couldn’t replicate.
Draco learned long ago that Harry simply did not cook. Not that Draco was judging, since he couldn’t cook as well. He’d rather leave that to the house elves, thank you very much. However, the difference between the two was that Draco was willing to try on the occasions where they had free time. Also, he was rather curious about the recipes Pansy was always going on about. Harry just usually shook his head each time and suggested they order take out. And in the three years that they have been together, two since they moved into a rather spacious flat at the heart of muggle London, he just accepted his boyfriend’s answer without ever looking into it. He just couldn’t be arsed about doing all the prep work and washing up afterwards.
This Christmas though, they got picked again, and he’ll be damned if Potter thought they could just go to that buffet place again. So the night beforehand when he told Harry he was making dinner this year, the git just laughed and wished him good luck.
“You had house elves your whole life, Draco. And cooking isn’t as easy as it appears on the telly.”
So Draco set to work that morning to prove Harry wrong, starting even before the git left for work. But hours later and now he was here with a nearly burnt flat, no food to show, and a really smelly kitchen. Oh yeah, and there was Pansy being no help at all.
He supposed if he hurried, he could use magic to make the food instead of relying on the muggle way. But apparently magic took away the flavor, according to Potter and after the day he had, he just wanted to give up. Suddenly the buffet idea was starting to sound appealing again. But screw him, he just wanted a nice dinner this year and at least he tried! The same couldn’t be said about his arse of a boyfriend, no matter how much he loved him.
He looked at the mess he made before grabbing his wand. No need for the flat to stay in this state before Harry got home.
“Right. Help me start cleaning Pans.” Reluctantly, she did what she was told.
The two set to work for an hour or two before the floo flared up and Harry entered their flat.
“Hey,” he greeted Draco with a quick kiss before turning to Pansy and giving her a small peck on the cheek.
“How was he today?” he asked her as he started to take off the outer layer of his auror robes.
She rolled her eyes, “As great as you’d expect a Malfoy to be in the kitchen.”
“Hey! I’ll have to remind you two that I was brilliant at potions. My skills are not that abominable.”
Pansy gave him a look before moving on. “Don’t mind him being such a twat, Potter. He’s just sad that everything he made didn’t turn out to be on the same scale as Mrs. Weasley’s.” She took her coat off the coat rack before making her way towards the floo.
“Ta dears. See you in two days,” she took a handful of floo powder before giving the couple one last glance. “And Draco darling. The day hasn’t been a total bust. It was just as entertaining as I thought it’d be.” She gave him a wink and then she was gone.
“Tosser,” he muttered, a tad too fondly if the look Harry was giving him was to go by.
“Are you sure you don’t want to order from a deli or something,” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. “It could even be from that expensive place on Bulbadox Avenue that you like so much. I checked and they’ll be open.”
Draco rolled his eyes before returning Harry’s hug and relaxing in his lover’s embrace.
“We could save that as a backup plan or something, but I’m planning to make a better meal tomorrow.” Not that he’d think he’d do any better.
Harry snorted. “We found out you’re shit at cooking, just like the majority of us knew. Why don’t we spend the next day doing something relaxing. We could go and visit the market place near Diagon Alley. When it’s dark all the lights would be really pretty, and Hannah says they have a spectacular light display this year.”
“Alright,” he agreed, “We could go later after I get our flat ready for our guests.”
Harry pulled back a bit and made a face. “Are you sure? No offense Draco, but judging from what Pansy said I really don’t think you should waste your breath.”
“I’m quite sure, Potter.” And they left it at that.
The next day’s attempts were as disastrous as the first one’s. However, Harry definitely knew a lot more than Pansy and tried containing the damage as best as he could.
“Wait! Draco, put that on simmer.”
“Hold on! Don’t peel like that! You don’t want to take off a chunk of skin.”
“Draco! Oh God, where is the baking soda!”
And so the fire department came after their neighbors called. That was a fun exchange to watch as he saw Harry stumble through explanations on what happened, his face rivaling Ron’s hair.
By the end of the afternoon they were both exhausted. But since it was Christmas Eve they decided to go to the marketplace just like they planned. Draco was glad they decided to go, as he found out that Hannah wasn’t exaggerating. The light display was truly spectacular this year.
He walked with Potter hand in hand as they made their way around different booths. They ended up buying an assortment of jams, cheese, and bread seeing how that one bread booth had some quite delicious samples.
They were making the last of their rounds around the giant fountain at the center of the square when he overheard a family talking about their plans to make a special Christmas dinner the next day. He felt the tiniest sense of disappointment as he remembered his failed attempts earlier.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Harry asked as they passed by a ginormous Christmas tree lit up with streams of garland and fairy lights. If you looked closely you could see some actual fairies dancing around the branches. The sight put a smile on Draco’s face.
“Just thinking about Christmas dinner. I really wanted to make something special this year.”
“Oh,” he could hear the frown in Potter’s tone, “But I thought you’d rather not deal with the hassle. Not to mention all our friends are coming by and I know how much you hate it when the flat’s a mess. Specifically since we know how Ron gets when he starts with the firewhiskey.” Draco shrugged.
“I think I’m just being nostalgic about it,” he mused. “I know you don’t talk about your childhood all that much, but during Christmas time at the manor, mother and father would always gather all their Pureblood friends and all the elves would prepare the best meal to impress all the guests. There’s just something special about having a meal like that, despite some people insisting that buffet food is just fine.”
Harry let out a small grin. “Yeah, sorry about that. Last year was the last time, promise.”
The teasing tone was familiar between the two of them, yet it didn’t last long before Harry drifted deep in thought.
“It’s not that I don’t like cooking, it’s just- well. I’m rather shit at talking about these things,” he untangled his hand from Draco’s and shoved it in his pockets. Draco let him, knowing his posture meant that he’s working his way to saying something important.
“My aunt and uncle had meals like that too. They’d invite their friends and leave the children to play outside with Dudley while the adults talked. And Aunt Petunia...she always made sure I knew how to prepare for dinners like that. Sometimes I’d watch from the kitchen window and envy the kids playing in the yard.”
It was much more than Harry told Draco beforehand that was for sure. They had their talks about the war and the effects it had on the both of them, but whenever they touched upon Harry’s childhood, he’d just explained that they were not the nice people who took them in as the public portrayed. He’d always left it at that saying that it was in the past. But now Harry was working up the courage to tell him specifics. It left a warm fuzzy feeling inside Draco’s chest and he extended an arm to touch Harry as a silent appreciation of trust.
Slowly, Harry relaxed and intertwined their fingers again.
“I choose not to cook mainly because I don’t have fond memories of doing it. My aunt would always have something to say, even though eventually I got pretty good at making food. She just did it out of habit, I think.”
“Your family sounds like they were an arse.” They stopped walking and Draco turned to face Harry. “It’s alright if you’re not going to cook in the future. Just know that I love you and appreciate it that you’re choosing to share this with me.”
He leaned in and the pair shared a nice slow kiss before parting and heading back.
The next day, Harry was in charge of taking care of dinner, since Pansy flooed earlier asking for Draco’s help in some last minute shopping.
“I swear Pans! Didn’t you learn anything from Christmas last year?” he huffed at the busy streets of Diagon Alley, “Melin, I’m not even sure if most of the shops are open!”
So for the next few hours they went from shop to shop looking for Salazar knows what. Pansy was a very selective gift giver and everytime Draco made a suggestion she shot him down.
“This is made with opals from Australia Pansy! I don’t understand how your friend would not like that!”
“Hmm,” she browsed through the display cases in the shop, “I think she’d rather have a nice rock honestly. It doesn’t have to be Australian, but stones and crystals are rather in right now…”
When it was time to go home he was feeling quite exacerbated with his friend. Pansy, in all their hours of shopping, only bought one object.
“You still realize that I have a flat to set up right? And I’ll have to place a break proof charm on everything, knowing all the Gryffindors in our group.” Why couldn’t Harry be in Slytherin like the sorting hat wanted, honestly! Pansy just gave him a small salute as they parted ways. Tosser.
When he returned home, however, a delicious smell was coming from the kitchen.
“Harry?” He made his way into the room and was greeted with the sight of his lover pulling out a roasting pan, fresh from the oven. His eyes widened as he looked over all the dishes on the countertop. The assortment of appetizers and side dishes made his mouth water. He honestly thought that Harry was going to order from the deli just like he planned, but this was by far a thousand times better. Suddenly he knew why Pansy dragged him out all afternoon.
“I seriously can’t believe I didn’t see this sooner! Plotting with my best friend behind my back Potter? How Slytherin of you.”
Harry laughed as he placed the roasting pan on the counter before taking away the aluminum foil on top revealing a nice baked ham. “Yeah, when I told her I wanted to surprise you she went for it straight away. She said she felt sorry for you the other day, and you should be glad she took pity upon you because now you have that dinner you wanted.”
“That sounds like Pansy alright,” Draco rolled his eyes but let out a fond smile. He knew Harry revealed that he already had some culinary experience, but he hadn't anticipated this. Although now that he thought about it, if he had to go back to school and was told to recreate a calming draught potion, his muscle memory would guide him through it. It seemed like Harry hadn't lost his touch on cooking either.
“Would you like a walk through the menu tonight?” Harry smiled as he set his oven mitts aside.
Draco nodded as Harry pulled up the first appetizer. “So these are drunken peaches with bits of goat cheese and prosciutto tucked in phyllo pastry.”
He presented another dish that looked like mini sandwiches with tiny toothpicks speared through. “Here’s some grilled peach caprese with mozzarella and basil topped with a basic balsamic.”
He pulled up the salad bowl, “Fig salad with greens, goat cheese, and walnuts marinated with oil, vinegar, and honey.”
He moved on, “And here’s some roasted asparagus wrapped in prosciutto served with a hint of parmesan and drizzled with olive oil.”
Draco couldn’t resist taking one and plopping it in his mouth. “You know that asparagus is my favorite.”
Harry smiled fondly, “I know.”
He pulled up another plate, “That’s why I had to use it in another dish as well.”
It was a smaller dish than the ones Harry showed him beforehand, yet it still looked amazing. “Smoked salmon with poached eggs, roasted asparagus, basil pesto, and dill topped with olive oil.”
He pushed another plate forward. At the center was a type of bread surrounded with an assortment of crackers on the plate. “Baked brie and apricot preserves wrapped with puff pastry and a hint of honey.”
Another dish, “Golden roasted potatoes with chopped garlic, rosemary, and other spices.”
“Your classic mashed potatoes and gravy boat.” Harry winked, and Draco laughed. Harry really liked his potatoes, so it was no surprise that he’d prepare two types.
“Then all we have left is the honey baked ham and dessert for later on.” He shrugged like he didn’t just make enough food to feed the whole Weasley clan.
“Oh?” Draco prompted as he slid closer to his lover, “And what’s for dessert?” He gave him a heated look.
Harry easily accepted Draco’s embrace as he leaned in.
“You could choose between a mini chocolate lava cake paired with a raspberry sorbet,” Harry teased the shell of his ear causing Draco to shiver before moving downwards, “or a vanilla chiffon cake with a fresh berry puree topped with a blueberry cream cheese frosting,” Harry muttered against his lips as he pulled Draco closer. Sweet Salazar, that shouldn’t have sounded better than the earlier dishes, but it did.
Draco smirked, “And if I choose you?”
Harry grinned, “That can be arranged.”
Draco teasingly dragged his lips across Harry’s before connecting them sweet and slow. Things were just getting more heated when their floo flared.
“Eww mate. I will never get used to that, ever,” Ron grimaced as Hermione came through behind him. Draco was really regretting their open floor plan right now, but accepted one last kiss from Harry before making their way over to greet their friends.
“Honestly Ron. It’s been years,” she accepted a hug from her best friend. “Dinner smells lovely by the way.”
“Yeah! Did Harry finally get to cooking or did you two find a new catering place or something,” the four of them moved into the kitchen.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You guys knew that Potter cooked?”
“Well, there was that whole year we spent together in a tent,” Hermione replied, “Someone had to be the designated cooker, otherwise Ron would’ve gone insane.”
“Hey!” Ron protested but didn’t disagree.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I finally got to cooking. But you should’ve seen when Draco attempted it at first!”
“A Malfoy cooking? What, has the world finally come to an end or something,” Ron joked and earned a small nudge from Draco.
“It really wasn’t that bad,” he protested but in truth, he knew it was.
Harry smirked at him. “Did I tell you how the fire department came the other day? The neighbors were seriously concerned about Draco burning the apartment complex down.”
“Shut up Potter!”
Harry grinned and couldn’t help but challenge him. “Make me,” he moved closer.
Ron let out a groan, “Ok Mione. Time to move back to the living room yeah?”
Harry let out a laugh as he watched Hermione lecture Ron about letting them have their moment.
He and Draco remained in the kitchen as they started to set up a bit more, waiting for their other guests to arrive, just enjoying each other’s company.
“Harry,” Draco prompted after a while.
“Yes Draco?” He looked up from the napkins he was just setting down.
Draco smiled before placing the silverware down to join him. “Thanks for cooking for me.” He gave him a chaste kiss.
When he pulled back Harry couldn’t help his reply, “Always.”
#drarry#drarry fics#hp drarry#drarry fic#Draco Malfoy#Harry Potter#harry x draco#who writes a christmas fic in the middle of october? lol#this is just be wanting food basically#enjoy me being self indulgent while i try satisfying my cravings#harry's a good cook#draco sucks at cooking#established relationship#hp fanfic#hp fic#haha who doesn't like food#my fic
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I know it’s a few days late for Halloween, but let’s talk about witches for a minute
The Baba Yaga is the oldest and well known witch on the planet. She is immensely powerful, but her life is by and large shrouded in mystery. Some even say she is the first witch ever born. There are multiple stories about the Baba Yaga, ranging from her being a malevolent child eating ghoul, to simply being an odd, but otherwise matronly figure. The only thing that is specifically known about the Baba Yaga is that she is very old, very wise, very powerful, and generally does whatever she wants as long as it suits her disposition.
In one such story, the Baba Yaga helped a young girl known as Vasilisa the Beautiful. Vasilisa was sent to the Baba Yaga by her cruel step-mother and step-sisters to retrieve fire from the witch. Baba Yaga agreed to give Vasilisa the light if she was able to complete three tasks, and if she isn't, she will kill Vasilisa. After completing the tasks, Baba Yaga delivers good on her part and gives Vasilisa a skull lantern filled with burning coals. When Vasilisa returned home, the lantern burned her step-family alive. Since then, the Lantern will incinerate anything that threatens it's holder.
Mabel broke into a Moscow museum and stole the Skull Lantern as an engagement present for Wendy. She was simultaneously infuriated and touched that Mabel would do something like that, Wendy completely wore Mabel out that night and then spent three days not talking to her.
Ame no Uzume was a Japanese dancer and witch who could enrapture an entire audience with her performance. Uzume is widely considered one of the grand masters of Bardic magic. Many of her dances have been passed down throughout history and are still taught to young bards today. However, her most famed accomplishment is causing the sun to rise with her dance.
After being personally offended by her brother, the Sun Goddess Amaterasu refused to leave a cave she had secluded herself in. Other mortals and gods attempted to coax Ameterasu out, but it was Uzume dancing completely naked and rausing the spirits of god and mortal alike that finally got Amaterasu to peak out of her cave, and the Sun to finally rise again. The Sun Goddess was so entranced by the witch's dance that Amerterasu took Uzume as a lover, effectively making Uzume the goddess of the Dawn. One of the many gifts Ameterasu presented to Uzume during their courtship was a mageficent golden mirror that will reflect light even in the blackest darkness.
Eda stole the Mirror (No one, not even Luz or Lilith, knows how she managed to do it) to pay off some outstanding debts after "The Greatest night of her life" in Vagas. It's one of the things Eda is most proud of.
Aglaonice is a Greek astronomer and one of the first witches to use star and planet alignments to predict the future. Prior to Aglaonice innovations, the most reliable way to foretell the future was inhaling hallucinogenic vapors to send Oracles into trances. But even that was a wildly inefficient method; since the oracles would often be incoherent or slur their words, and would need interpreters who would regularly mistranslate or purposefully change the oracles predictions. And unfortunately, the oracles would rarely remember their own predictions.
Aglaonice's method of fortune telling was proven to be more accurate, reliable, and safer than previous methods. Aglaonice's powers were said to be especially potent during the full moon. Her teachings spread quickly to many other women of her home, leading to many scholars referring to Aglaonice and her disciples as the Witches of Thessaly. A number of artifacts have surfaced over the centuries that are said to be tools Aglaonince used to tell fortunes, but so far almost all of them have been fake. Wendy has, unfortunately, been duped multiple times over the years.
Makeda, better known as the Queen of Sheba, was a Ethiopian queen that traveled to Jerusilum to trade with King Solomon and test his intellect. After being satisfied with Solomon's show of wisdom, Makeda decided to form an alliance with Jerusilum and shared various mystical secrets.
Together, Makeda and Solomon created multiple magical rites, tombs, and compendiums that are still used today. After Many years together, Makeda returned to her home with a son born from Solomon.
Elizabeth Bathory a 16th century witch and murderer who used her position as a countess to lure virgin girls to her palace and kill them. She, and four of her servants, tortues and drains them of all their blood, and uses the blood as the central ingredient of a potion to retain her youth and beauty; which she shares with her collaborators as long as they help her and keep their mouths shut. Bathory’s favorite tool of torture is the Iron Maiden, and rather just drink a potion, she would occasionally even bathe in the blood of her victims.
Countess Bathory supposedly claimed over 600 victims during her killing spree. Despite being over 60 years old, she still appeared to be in her mid-twenties. The Bathory palace was eventually stormed by an angry mob led by a Lutherian minister when her unnaturally long youth and the rumors of her crimes became too much to ignore. Elizabeth was arrested, tried, and convicted for being a mass murderer. However, The Bathory family used their power in the region to keep her from being executed, and instead she was to be imprisoned inside her palace for the rest of her life.
A servant of the Bathory’s, whose sister was one of Elizabeth’s victims, succeeded in sneaking into her room while she was asleep and slit her throat. Unfortunately, the Elizabeth that was killed was actually yet another servant who had taken a transfiguration potion to make them look like Elizabeth. Bathory herself had managed to sneak out of her palace and was never seen again.
In addition to the youth potion, Bathory was an expert alchemist and used blood to perform various other spells. One of her most well known spells Bathory employed was mind control through the use of the victim's blood. The servant who was disguised as Bathory, as well as the ones who helped her escape from her ancestral home were all under her mystical control. After the disguised dead body was found, blood samples for literally every servant, and even a few of her own family members, were found under her bed. Bathory’s diary, that contains all the secrets to her blood magic, disappeared the same day as she did. Wendy and Mabel eventually manage to track down the diary, and while Mabel suggest they just torch the damn thing, Wendy insists they just lock it away.
It is nearly universally agreed on by witches all over the world that Elizabeth Bathory is still alive, still killing, and has only gotten better at it.
Circe, the Greek sorceress known for transforming men into animals. She aided the hero Odysseus on his journey home (After trying, and failing, to turn him into an animal) by leading him to a way into the land of the dead. While spending most of history in seclusion, within the last few decades she had opened up her island to the women of the world. But only the women. Circe began taking in women who had suffered and been abused by men, but also allowed women, mostly other witches, to visit her island as a vacation spot. However, an enchantment had been placed on Circe’s island that would transform any man who set foot on it’s shore into an animal. Circe would then kill the man, cook him and serve him to her guests. Obviously, once people figured that out they stopped eating the meat dishes Circe served.
Circe has since stopped this practice and instead just handed the transformed men to any guest who happens to be leaving to just get rid of them.
Eda once took Luz to Circe’s island during a short-lived break up with Amity to get her laid and take her mind off the whole thing. Luz wasn’t particularly interested in a meaningless fling, and instead spent the whole trip reading, swimming, and taking advantage of the free buffet. Eda, on the hand, spent every night with a different woman, one of which was Circe herself. They left the island with a goat that turned into a blonde jock dude named Dash. Luz made up with Amity shortly after returning to Fortuna.
Maman Brigitte is a runaway slave, witch, and voodoo priestess. She was originally a simple slave who retained many old stories from Africa and told them to slave children to keep their heritage alive in America. However, she also had the ability to communicate with various spirits and, after running away from her master, began practicing voodoo in order to facilitate more slaves' freedom.
Brigitte became a master of harnessing the powers of various spiritual entities (Be they the human dead, nature spirits, gods, angels, and ever the occasional demon) and used the knowledge and power they give her to help many slaves to escape their bondage. She would even give the freed slaves fetishes (Look it up, it’s not what you think), and charms to protect them from being found while they tried to get to the north to safety. Wendy had managed acquire many of the fetishes Brigitte handed out during this time.
Maman Brigitte continued to free slaves for decades, and even though she was captured multiple times, her mystical knowledge always allowed her to escape.
Unfortunately, Brigitte wasn’t always successful in getting slaves out alive. When a charge died, she would perform rituals to insure their spirit found rest in the afterlife. As she got older, Maman Brigitte became a spiritual leader and started to teach young freed slaves the ways of voodoo. Continuing to keep their heritage alive and also give the younger generation a way to defend themselves.
Psyche...Was not a witch. She was a mortal woman who caught the eye of Eros, the God of Love and eventually ascended to godhood to be with him. However, because Eros initially claimed to be an invisible monster and Psyche still agreed to court and sleep with him, she is to some degree idolized but many young witches who are attracted to the idea of having a monster boyfriend...including Luz.
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I Eat So Much Sugar and Don’t Drink Enough Water: The Skincare Routine
My diet is that of a fourteen year old boy and 9 times out of 10 I’m reaching for coffee instead of water. By the grace of God, my skin has been relatively clear lately.
I have über dry skin that gets even worse in the winter. My driest spots are my eyelids, chin, and forehead, you’ll see that I target those spots a little bit extra in this routine. Other than dryness, I struggle with the occasional breakout and a little hyperpigmentation on my cheeks. Now that you’ve heard the extent of my first-world skin problems, let’s jump into the skin care routine that no one, not a soul, asked for!!
STEP ONE: GET THAT MEDIOCRE MAKEUP OFF
I hate the quality of these photos so much, but my bathroom is hideous and I’m not even close to bougie enough to have one of those tiny-ass fridges. I use Clinique Take the Day Off Cleansing Balm or coconut oil to remove my makeup. I use the cleansing balm because my mom gave me this sample and I do not say no to free shit. On days where I am three layers of foundation deep, I use coconut oil to really bust it down. I think any brand of coconut oil works, I get mine off of Amazon.
STEP TWO: LET’S CLEANSE.
This is probably the most basic cleanser you can buy. If you haven’t used CeraVe, don’t contact me after reading this. Their products are mild as heck which is perfect for my sensitive skin. In high school, girls were using fancy stuff that Youtube Beauty Guru’s were recommending. I gave it a shot and broke out in hives. Now we keep it simple.
STEP 3: WHAT DOES SERUM EVEN DO?
I feel like The Ordinary is the nerd of the skin care world, and I’m into it. They list all the fancy-shmancy ingredients with names I can’t pronounce on the bottle, and then they refuse to explain what they do. Mysterious. I love it. “The Buffet” has peptides in it and after giving it a goog, turns out your skin LOVES peptides.
STEP 4: MAKE IT.....MOIST?
I’m gagging at the title of this step. I hope you are too. This moisturizer is another mild, boring choice. My personality is sparkly as fuck so I like to tone it down in my skin care. Don’t want to overwhelm anybody. It doesn’t smell like anything and it makes me look like the kind of gal who drinks 67 glasses of water a day.
STEP 5: CANNABIS FOR YOUR PORES
This will not get you high. It’s annoying but I’m not here for false advertising. I honestly have no idea what this oil is supposed to do, but it makes me glowy as hell and that’s all I ask for. It smells a little earthy but I promise no one is sniffing your face. I recently read an Allure article that says to apply your oils after your moisturizer, so there’s another thing I’ve been doing wrong for my entire life.
STEP 6: I ONLY DO THIS STEP BECAUSE I’M TERRIFIED OF AGING
This is the most expensive thing on the list. I don’t regret buying it because Gwyneth Paltrow makes it and I want her to come to my house and boss me around all day until I’m a level-headed, kale eating zombie. It’s actually a really nice sunscreen, it gives you a pretty, champagne-y glow. I guess it protects you from skin cancer, so that’s cool as well.
THE EXTRAS:
Heritage Store Rose Water: Every girl who has entered a Whole Foods has used this stuff. It smells like roses... That’s all it does and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Fresh Sugar Strawberry Exfoliating Face Wash: I fake tan and you should too. When I’m getting ready to begin the process of coating myself in brown foam to make myself more attractive, I exfoliate with this.
Cocokind Turmeric Stick: My friend Bri recommended this to me and she’s hot so I trust it. I rub this shit on every pimple I come in contact with and then I sit around and look like I have mustard on my face. Shit’s wild.
#Skin Care#skin#beauty#beauty blog#my skincare routine#clear skin#makeup#hair and makeup#cosmetics#cosmetology#like for like#follow for follow
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Danny Phantom Sentence Starters - S01E01-S01E11
I know I missed the Dannyversary by that much, but this show’s dialogue was gold and deserves to be acknowledged. I only did up to E11 because I ran out of transcripts, but I might do more some other time.
Feel free to change pronouns/wording/etc. as needed.
Episode 1 - Mystery Meat
Look at you! You're too excited to speak! So I'll just go on speaking.
Parents don't listen. Even worse, they don't understand! WHY CAN'T THEY ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM?!
No, no. The rumors about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge are completely untrue.
I ordered three mud pies. Do you know what they gave me? Three mud pies. With mud! From! The! Ground!
These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me!
I...command you to...go away!
Well, if this superhero thing doesn't work out, I can have an exciting career as a busboy.
I control lunch! Lunch is sacred! Lunch has rules!
Then perish!
How is it that I have the ghost powers and you're the weird kid?
This is all going in the memoir.
Episode 2 - Parental Bonding
Please! Don't say you've suddenly fallen for me. That line is so last semester.
You just set an all-time speed record for drowning in the shallow end of the gene pool.
Well, you are kind of cute. And you have great taste in underwear.
It's a lie, I'm not a ghost! I-I mean...she's not my girlfriend.
You better let her know your family's insane now. If you marry her and she finds out later, that's entrapment.
If you upset her, we're going to have a violent talk.
Excuse me! Excuse me! Adult coming through. I shave every day.
This dance gets better and better with every passing minute.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to dance with my wife. That's what we adults do, dance with our wives.
If by memories you mean things you remember that I don't, then yes! Go ahead and remind me of stuff I'll totally agree to remembering.
The DJ's still playing. And I think there's time for one last dance?
Episode 3 - One Of A Kind
Touch the box and your pelt will adorn my fireplace.
Who said yes? The person you asked if you were a conceited snob?
I don't have time for extra credit...or your agendas.
I can always stop and appreciate high-quality bullying.
Time flies when you're majestically scratching your butt.
[Name], come on. We're just a bunch of kids. In the zoo. At night. Alone.
Home in time for some well-deserved rest. But keep it quick, because you've got thirteen minutes.
Hmm, my sensors indicate you're an average human, destined for an average life after high school.
Hello, misplaced aggression.
Episode 4 - Attack Of The Killer Garage Sale
I'm doing a thesis on tutoring the un-tutorable, and you're disproving my thesis that nobody's un-tutorable!
Now that that twinkie's out of the way, you're coming to my party Saturday, right?
I say we hit the amusement park. I hear the new roller coaster has a free fall that'll take three years off your life expectancy.
Why don't we get invited to the really cool parties? We've got style, charm, good looks. At least I do, anyway.
This is not junk! Every single item in this box is of vital importance to me.
See you tonight. And just because I can't believe I'm saying it, I will say it again. See you tonight.
My great-granddad Izzy was an inventor. He invented that machine that twirls cellophane around deli toothpicks.
Well, is it the bomb? Is it fresh? Is it stoopid? With an o-o?
Oh, it's stupid. I'll give you that.
Who's your daddy?
Episode 5 - Splitting Images
Whoo! Take it off! No, seriously. He should take it off. That's weird.
You look like you've seen a ghost. Or something really scary that we don't see every single day.
Don't worry. Maybe girls will talk to you in college.
These gloves are made for grabbing!
Spiff diddly dee, man. So this is what it's like to have friends.
You may have my powers, but you sure don't know how to use them. 'Course, I don't know how to use them, but at least I know how not to use them better than you do.
You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses. You couldn't hit a guy with glasses. In fact, you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!
My fifteen minutes of popularity is up, and I wasn't even here for it.
Episode 6 - What You Want
Some people have a lot, and some people don’t. But everybody's got something. Me, I've got charm, good looks, and modesty.
Wh-where am I? And why do I feel that I'm special and adorable?
A car smashing into the twenty-eighth floor of anything is bad!
If I weren't a C student, I would've thought of that five days ago.
They say, "Be careful what you wish for." To that, I'd like to add a big, fat "Duh!"
Episode 7 - Bitter Reunions
Hey, we've been circling this town for hours. We could have been halfway to Florida by now. Ask for directions.
You have a battle cry, hilarious.
Dude, you are one seriously crazed-up fruit loop.
So, [Name], when did you first realize your husband was a monster bent on destroying his smarter, more successful, and better-dressed peers?
[Name], for all the years I thought you were a crackpot, I sort of apologize.
Episode 8 - Prisoners Of Love
There's a casserole in the freezer right next to the ectoplasmic residue samples!
Wow, heh, pretty much everyone who hates me all at one table. Just like high school.
Can I get anything, dearie? Coffee? Pudding? An extra helping of DOOM?!
But the one thing you know more than anything — even more than that ghosts exist and that your sister is a bitter old bat — is that I love you, baby.
Episode 9 - My Brother’s Keeper
I could hardly watch. Though I did get some good digital pics.
Here, take my seat, you've already taken my friends.
Another ringing endorsement for the town screw-up.
Another day, another 24 hours closer to a career of pumping gas.
Apparently, I'm gonna end up a hobo. I didn't even know they had hobos anymore!
I'm usually the sour one around here. But compared to everyone else, I'm the goth bird of happiness.
There's only an i in misery if you spell it that way!
Episode 10 - Shades Of Gray
Hey, who let the dogs in! ...You see, the song is "Who let the dogs out,” but I said “Who let the dogs in.”
Nice pooch! Easy. That lady isn't edible. And neither is anything she cooks.
NO! It was a fake-out make-out.
That's life! Well, your life, anyway.
379 girls at our school, and you've got to have a crush on the one with the weapons and the grudge.
Episode 11 - Fanning The Flames
Oh yeah, you’re one of a kind! Every single one of you.
Attention, freakishly dressed teen idol! I order you to cease and desist!
Wow. I just never realized...you’re really pretty when you’re about to fall off a building.
But you’re over there and I’m over here. I wanna be over there!
[Name], we can’t lock the kids in some medieval containment device.
You snuck out to see me! Oh, this is just like Romeo and Juliet, except I’m the one on the balcony, and I can understand everything we’re saying.
You want me to open up? Okay. Um, one time, when I was five, I really wanted a puppy, but my parents—
You’re beautiful when you’re wracked with guilt.
Mindless teenage rebellion and a killer light show? Is this an awesome concert or what!
This would an example of irony: a literary device employing the incongruity between what might be expected, and what actually occurs.
#( honestly this isn't even half the platinum dialogue )#rp meme#sentence starters#danny phantom rp meme#ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴄɪᴏᴜs ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ; ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇ [memes]
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The Right Way | Part Fifteen
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Honestly, with Ulfran no longer having any regard for the long-term implications of abusing his use of the Force, and Ahuska’a’s utter delight in wreaking chaos and taking lives, breaking into the facility in which Kassandra was being held was almost too easy. Truly, they brought out the worst in one another.
The stir they’d caused in the upper levels left them reasonably free to seek passage to the wing they intended to break Kassandra out of; a few sharp bolts of lightning and a couple of slit throats quickly silenced guards and prisoners alike who tried to make their way more difficult. They felt invincible, and behaved as though they were.
When he finally saw her, Ulfran very nearly derailed their plans entirely. A snarl fixed upon his face and blue-tinged electricity crackled once more at his fingertips; only to be cut short with a savage cry of pain as Ahuska’a’s whip slashed against his hand. “You---!” he seethed, rounding on her, only to be whipped again to the sound of an infuriating bark of laughter.
“I saw that! Whatever business you have with her though, doesn’t matter now. You know why we need her.” The Bothan sneered at the man, who conceded her point but not without buffeting her back with the Force, just once. Her expression snapped to a glower, as it always did when he used what was, ultimately, a superior power against her, and she pushed past roughly to stare at the Chiss behind the containment field they now faced.
Kassandra stared up at the pair, not comprehending, a bubble of fear welling up in her chest. The fangy grin that leered at her through the purple tinged energy field was hideously unsettling, as was the harsh red gaze of the furious looking man just a step behind.
“Oh, hello,” Ahuska’a crooned as though meeting a new pet, tilting her head and waving a hand toward Ulfran. “Go on, lower the field. I want a better look at her. How do you two know one another, again?”
“We don’t…” Kassandra said quickly, backing up into her cell as the field went down, her own glowing eyes wide and reflecting her fear. She’d relinquished control of her life a long, long time ago, and had survived simply by keeping attention off her back, with obedience, raising the ire of neither her guards nor her fellow inmates. “I’ve never seen him before. Who are you? What… what are you doing…?”
Ulfran clicked his tongue and shrugged. “You mean to say Lyrisal never mentioned me…?”
Kassandra stared, squinted at him, even while she cringed away from the Bothan with the frighteningly hungry eyes who stalked ever closer into her space. “I don’t… know?”
“Not once. She never brought up the dearest friend of her training days?” Did he actually sound a little hurt?
Slow, disbelieving recognition dawned on the Chiss’ features. “Kane?”
“Ulfran, now,” he snapped abruptly, like the sound of his old name was physically painful, “…but yes.” A thread of satisfaction wove its way back into his tone.
Fear struck at her more sharply as the possibilities began to circle her imagination. Was this revenge? But the Bothan had said... “It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, surely you don’t blame me for what happened, look at me! You left, you left, you great hypocrite, you can’t hold it against her for wanting-“
“Shhhhh shh shh,” Ahuska’a tapped a finger to Kassandra’s lips with a lazy smile, while Ulfran simmered behind her. “Hush, little puppy. We’re not here to harm you. In fact, you’re going to help us!”
The Chiss swallowed hard, flinching away, only to find her chin caught up in the Bothan’s clawed hand.
“We’re going to fix everything,” Ahuska’a purred, having put all the pieces into place and feeling quite thoroughly smug about it. She lifted Kassandra’s chin and stared at her thoughtfully. “And once we have, you two can fight over Lyrisal all you want.”
Kassandra made a tiny gasp. She didn’t understand any of this, but was suddenly desperate to know more.
In the timeline where Crow turned left, Ahuska’a, Ulfran and Kassandra plotted to raid the Ve’lora family vaults. In the timeline where Crow took the right path, however, Ulfran plotted alone.
He was working for the Kor’var family, under the arrogant thumb of the head of the household, Lord Hadrex. He was a peculiarly eccentric Bothan with a fondness for dark artifacts and an eagerness to ally with the Sith Empire quite uncharacteristic of his species. That being so, it was an easy matter for Ulfran to find his way onto the Bothan’s staff, and even easier to coax information from the him. Ulfran barely had to tickle his thoughts, so willing was Hadrex to wax on Sith philosophy and include an actual, genuine Sith in his plans.
As all self respecting Bothawui citizens did, Hadrex sought power. And the road to power he pursued was profoundly useful to Ulfran, as Hadrex had a pact with the terribly wealthy and influential Ronan Ve’lora after saving his life in their youth. Ronan, claiming to be forever indebted to him, promised the hand of his first born in marriage to the Kor’var line… but Ronan had a single son, and Hadrex had only managed to sire sons himself. He was desperate for a daughter.
It didn’t take long for Ulfran to piece together the fact that it wasn’t just political power that Hadrex was vying for- he, too, was after access to the Ve’lora vaults. Possibly for the exact same artifact Ulfran was. Suddenly his job was not just to secure the Shard; but to beat the unscrupulous, power-hungry Bothan to it.
Time was wearing on. If another year passed without a viable heir being produced, the Bothan Council would step in and nullify the pact, at no shame to the Ve’loras, for the good of the family. Hadrex was running out of time, and had begun seeking out less than legitimate ways to marry into the more prestigious family. And Ulfran was helping him. Find a Bothan; somewhere, out in the galaxy. No records, no traceable lineage, preferably little to no attachments… falsify some DNA sampling, and present her as a long lost heir, a youthful dalliance between Hadrex and household staff. The small burden of shame would be far outweighed by the benefit of taking on the Alora Clan name.
Ulfran, of course, saw this alliance as his way in to the fiercely protected Ve’lora family vaults… until, he realised who the young Bothan that Hadrex had discovered and set his sights on was.
For a man who’d shrugged off so much throughout his life, who had faced torments and darkness with his head held high, who’d helped excuse all manner of deplorable things, oh, it had been a long time since he’d felt such dread in the pit of his stomach. When he was shown the snippets of security footage sliced from a Mos Ila patrol droid, when he saw the little blonde Bothan being shielded from blaster fire by… by them…
“I beg you, my Lord,” Ulfran tried to keep his voice level as he pleaded with Hadrex, wincing inwardly at having to refer to him as such. “Don’t pursue this. This target will only bring trouble.”
SMACK.
Hadrex’s gloved hand backhanded Ulfran across the face, as he responded with a snarl. “Not if you do your job right, Sith. I don’t pay you for your opinions…”
Ulfran stepped slowly out of reach, and kept his flashing eyes averted. “But my counsel is not unfounded. I know who you’re about to cross, and if she is anything like the rest of them… there’s a reason we wanted minimal attachments…” he was cut short by another advance from the dark furred Bothan noble, the threat of another slap.
“So do not cross them! Make them believe there is no hope, I know you are capable of that. I want this girl, and you will deliver her to me posthaste.”
That wasn’t the only time he’d tried to persuade Hadrex to another course of action, but the Lord would have none of it, having become utterly fixated on Ahuska. Still, if he performed the job neatly enough, perhaps he could still see this through. Find the girl, have her marry, get in the good graces of the Ve’lora family and access their collection… and be gone, before Lyrisal’s damned crew inevitably discovered the truth and came searching. Perhaps he could avoid their wrath.
But he did not perform his job neatly at all.
He vastly underestimated the strength of Crow’s mind, when he tracked the Bounty Hunter down and tried to pull enough information from his head to pre-empt his and Ahuska’s future movements. No subtle in-and-out from the shadows; no, Crow had picked up on Ulfran’s presence near immediately, and the two men had locked in physical battle. Ulfran had staggered away less two fingers and a thumb, half burned, his own memories a shambles, mixed with what thoughts he had managed to pluck from Crow’s head... but most dangerous was the fact that he had entirely, completely made himself known.
Ulfran knew his time was limited.
He discovered, in Crow’s stolen thoughts, Ahuska’s desire to visit Lothal. He took a gamble and beat them there, where he began to lay down his plan. It wasn’t enough to simply kidnap her; the Deserters would be on his trail in a heartbeat. He had to fake her death, he had to make them truly believe she was gone—and against all odds, he succeeded.
Crow sat in the dew soaked grass, his back against one of the sheer, towering rocks that jutted skyward from the ground. He toyed with his blaster, passing it back and forth between his hands, as casual as someone mulling over what to have for dinner, but his gaze was locked out toward the horizon. His flat, grey gaze. The hot spark of life that burned so brightly behind his eyes had been extinguished.
Ahuska was gone.
‘I don’t want to see Dad like this again,’ Nela keened.
‘I know. I’m sorry.’ And Ulfran meant it.
He had taken Ahuska, and she had resisted savagely every waking minute. He had broken Crow’s spirit, and if not for his friends and his daughter, if not for Nela insisting something was wrong, the bounty hunter may never have left the plains of Lothal. He had assisted Hadrex in his lies and his forgery, he had convinced poor young Kovar Ve’lora that Ahuska would be a most exceptional wife. That he would be happy with her, and eventually, she with him. He had threatened Ahuska into compliance, and though he’d told himself repeatedly he would never actually follow through, that he would never truly make her forget the one she loved… he had it in him. Ulfran forced himself to acknowledge just how far he might have gone. Eyes locked so firmly on his job, on his end goal, the people he harmed along the way had begun to matter less and less. He agonized over the terrible things he did to meet his ends, but did them anyway, so what was the purpose of his self-torment? What good was his conscience, if he did those things anyway?
‘If you didn’t feel that way, you’d be someone different. You’d be the other one. It’s okay. We found you in time.’
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Phewwww I’m getting so close to the end now! It’s weirdly challenging trying to summarise months and months of RP in a few paragraphs; I could carry on forever if I let myself! Boundless thanks to @humanrevolt for making all this happen with me and as ever for trusting me to write his characters in this monster of a tale. Thanks, too, to any of you out there who have actually been following this along! I hope it’s been some level of entertaining, aaa.
#swtor#swtor fic#star wars#bothan#bounty hunter#lothal#nines#ahuska#hadrex#ulfran#crow#sad crow is sad#it killed me when that bit happened#the right way#writing#my writing#aaa
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