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javajunkieao3 · 5 years

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Peggy and Cap Reunion: Part Three

The one where they rescue Bucky.

Steve wasn’t sleeping. He fell asleep fine, but each night he was jolted awake in the dark room, staring up at an indiscernible ceiling as he tried to steady his breathing. The dream was always the same. It was him and Bucky, walking down the streets of Brooklyn before the war. Their conversation changed depending on the night, but it always ended the same. Each time, Steve saw the car coming, Bucky distracted and talking. He knew he should say something. Warn him. Push him out of the way. Anything. But, he never did.

Steve woke suddenly, his shirt sticking to his sweat slick back as he breathed heavily, his heart beating angrily beneath his chest. He carefully sat up, not wanting to wake Peggy, and swung his legs over the bed. He leaned forward and raked his hand through his hair. He couldn’t shake the image from his dream. The feelings of guilt that he could have saved his best friend, but did nothing.

The bed shifted behind him and then he felt a small hand on his shoulder.

“Steve, are you alright?”

He reached up and covered her hand with his. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Peggy scooted over to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her chin on his shoulder. “Are you sure? This is the third night I’ve found you like this. What’s going on?”

“I’m just having some trouble sleeping.”

“Yes, I gathered that,” she said. She waited for him to say more, and when he didn’t she tentatively said, “You know, when people have trouble sleeping it’s usually because something’s bothering them. What’s bothering you?”

“I should be happy. After all these years, I found my way back to you. And we are happy.”

“I’d agree with that,” she said softly. “But something tells me this isn’t about us.”

Steve was quiet for a long moment, and then said, “Bucky didn’t die.”

“What?”

“He survived the fall from the train. Soviet patrols found him and sold him to HYDRA, where they performed experiments on him and turned him into an assassin.”

As he spoke Peggy moved to sit next to him, her eyes widening as he explained the rest of what happened, all the way to finding him again in modern day New York and his deprogramming in Wakanda. He left out that Howard bit, hoping that Peggy could have a less biased view of this than him. Because he needed one clear head, where his decidedly was not. He couldn’t prevent every known catastrophe to come, and it became a dangerous game when one began to pick and choose.

“You want to find him,” Peggy said when he finished.

Steve nodded, looking away from her. He felt guilty for bringing the past into their future, and when he told her as much she grasped his hand in hers and said, “Don’t start that. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t bring this up sooner.”

“I don’t know what effects saving him will have here. Sometimes I think that I messed with our worlds enough by coming back, but knowing that he’s out there…”

Peggy reached over him to the nightstand and pulled out the drawer, grabbing a pad of paper and pen. She flipped the notepad open to a blank page and said, “Tell me everything you know about where he’s being held. I’ll see if we have any information at the SSR.”

“I know exactly where he is,” Steve said. “He’s housed in a high security laboratory in Moscow.”

He spent hours poring over the Winter Soldier’s file when he first crossed paths with him and he had practically memorized the contents.

“Well then, do we have a plan?”

Steve rubbed at the back of his neck, his muscles tight from tension, and said, “We’d need a plane.”

“Then I guess it’s lucky we know one of the most accomplished civilian pilots.”

That morning, Peggy and Steve made their way to Stark Industries. Peggy whisked them through security, no doubt having frequented the towering skyscraper. The secretary up front knew her by name, and as they walked past her toward the laboratory, Peggy told him, “In case you are thinking it, no, Howard and I did not resort to fondue while you were gone.”

Steve laughed, remembering their conversation from all those years ago.

“Good to know.”

“He’s actually met a lovely girl. Maria.”

Steve recognized her as Tony’s mother and said, “She sounds great.”

“I hope he doesn’t do something stupid and muck it up. I can actually hold a conversation with her. That’s more than I can say for most of the girls he’s brought around.”

“Something tells me he’ll make it work.”

They stopped in front of the laboratory. There was a locked door with an electronic keypad next to it. Peggy typed in a code and the door unlocked. Steve followed her into the lab and spotted Howard in the back. He was bent over, examining something with a microscope.

“Howard?”

“Hold on. I’m just finishing this up.”

“I have someone here to see you.”

“Yeah yeah, I just…dammit! I thought I had it and then – “ He stopped suddenly when he turned around and saw Steve.

“Hello Howard,” Steve said.

“Holy shit. Is…is it really you?” He looked at Peggy. “Is it really him?” Peggy nodded. “We need your help.”

“Of course, you do,” Howard said. He repeated himself and then strode over to Steve, giving him a tight hug. “You really gave us all a scare there, buddy. Taking a nose-dive into the Arctic like that.”

Steve and Peggy exchanged a glance. “About that…”

Steve made quick work of the whole back-from-the-future bit, watching Howard grow whiter and whiter. By the end, Howard had scooted all the way back to the counter, his back braced against the sturdy surface.

“You realize how crazy all of that sounds, right?”

“I know,” Steve said. “And, I get it if you don’t believe me, but –“

“Hold on, I never said I didn’t believe you,” Howard said. “It’s crazy, but what about the last few years hasn’t been crazy? So, what do you two need?”

Steve’s shoulders slackened with relief. “We were hoping we could catch a ride on your airplane.”

“You’re lucky the damn government didn’t seize that after the war. They took about everything else. But sure, I can give you a ride. How far are we going?”

“Moscow.”

Howard laughed, but then sobered when he saw that it wasn’t a joke. “You’re serious? Moscow?”

“We wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, Howard,” Peggy implored.

“Alright, alright. I’ll take you.”

“And there was one more thing,” Steve said. “Where we’re going, I’m going to need a suit of sorts. Obviously, I can’t go the Captain America route again, but-“

“Say no more,” Howard said, his eyes wide with excitement. “I have just the thing.” He rushed around the counter and pressed a button, a panel on the wall popping out and sliding over to reveal a stealth black suit. “It’s a new prototype with woven vibranium. It’s still a bit in the testing stage, but I think it should get the job done.”

Steve walked over to the suit, an odd thrill running through him, not unlike the first time he wielded his shield.

“I think this’ll do just fine.” He looked back at his friend and said, “You don’t know what this means to me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Steve.” There was a pause, and then Howard asked, “So, tell me, you’re really from the future?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I can’t help asking.” Steve braced himself for the question. “Do I ever figure out a way to make a car fly?”

Later that afternoon, they boarded Howard’s plane and began the long flight overseas. Steve was nervous, running through all the potential ways this could go wrong. Bucky could have been moved to another location. He could be unconscious. They could activate him and neither could come out alive. Complicating matters further, if Steve failed, his friendly pilot, Howard Stark, would die some forty years later with his wife, leaving behind an orphaned Tony Stark who didn’t take it particularly well.

“I think I should go in with you,” Peggy said, pulling him from his dark thoughts.

“What?”

“You shouldn’t go in alone. Especially since you don’t know what you’re walking into.”

“No. I don’t want you in there,” Steve said immediately. “You should stay here with Howard.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said incredulously.

“This is something I have to do alone, Peg.”

“Don’t be so bone-headed.”

“They are trained assassins, Peggy. With super human strength. I can’t have you in there.”

“Are you saying I can’t handle it?” she returned defensively.

“No, Peg-“

Her eyes flashed and she snapped, “I am not some wallflower, Steve. I am an SSR agent. I have taken down my fair share of men who underestimate me, and-“

“I’m not underestimating you,” he returned heatedly. “I’ve seen what these men and women can do, and I can’t have you in there and focus on getting Bucky back. I’ll end up losing both of you.”

“If I can cut in for a second,” Howard interjected with a slight clearing of his throat, breaking up the couple’s spat. “Peggy, it sounds like you may be a bit of a distraction.” Peggy shot him a glare and he said, “Just my two cents.”

“Look, I know this is dangerous, but I’m choosing to do it. You would be doing it for me. And if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Peggy wanted to argue further, but she could see that Steve wouldn’t budge. Grudgingly, she nodded and said, “Okay. I’ll stay with Howard. But, you need to promise me that you’ll come back. I mean it, no funny business. Losing you once was enough for this lifetime.”

Steve grasped her hand tightly. “I promise.”

They arrived in Moscow early the next morning and landed the plane about half a mile away from the building. Steve changed into his suit and gave Peggy a kiss. She gripped his arm and said, “Be safe.”

“I will,” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”

He set off in the direction of the laboratory and Peggy sat back down in her seat, already feeling anxious. Howard looked back at her and said, “I’ll never understand your desire to be thrown into life threatening situations. Most folks tend to avoid them at all costs.”

“I hate just sitting around,” Peggy said. “But, he was right. I can hold my own, but I think the people in there are different. They’re like him.”

“He’ll be alright, you know. Just wait and see. He’ll be back with that guy before you know it.”

Peggy was moderately worried at the beginning, but she knew that Steve was more than capable of handling himself, which served to dull the worry somewhat. An hour later, no such dulling was left, and what remained was panic. She was just about to go off after him when she saw two figures approaching.

“They’re coming,” Peggy said, immediately going over to the window. It was as she watched their approach that she caught movement to their left. A man ran toward them, gun drawn and shot Bucky in the arm. She could tell that Bucky was already injured, and the additional insult sent him staggering backwards. Steve launched himself toward the man, taking him down to the ground. The man had Steve pinned to the ground, struggling against’ Steve’s hand to level his gun down toward his head.

“Stay here,” Peggy told Howard hurriedly.

“Yes,” Howard said, watching the same events unfold outside the airplane.

Peggy ran outside and raised her gun, taking only a moment to level the shot before pulling the trigger. The man collapsed on top of Steve, who pried the gun out of his hands and tossed it to the side out of reach.

Steve grimaced as he pushed the man off of him. Peggy quickly went to his side and helped him up. “Let’s get out of here before more of them show up, yes?”

Steve nodded and then looked around worriedly for Bucky.

“I’m fine,” Bucky said, although his arm was clearly bleeding. He sized up Peggy and said, “That was a damn good shot.”

“Thank you very much.”

They all climbed into the plane and Howard wasted no time before getting them up in the air, but not before exchanging a brief hello with their new guest.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky Barnes.”

“You too, Howard.”

(**Let’s all just pretend that a 1940s plane could get to Moscow as quickly as they did in this.**.)

If you enjoyed this, you can read Part 1 HERE and Part 2 HERE.

#Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers #Agent Carter #Captain America #steggy #steggy fanfiction #Whatever It Takes

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myselfornow · 5 years

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Real talk for a second....

Let’s real talk for a second....

This is a very important reminder to think before you start shouting something and this of all subjects can be touchy so I want people to look at this from all sides before you jump on me. As 90% percent of what I post or repost is taken from my own experiences I hope that people younger than me can learn from the past. A statement I live by is those ‘those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.’

Those people in 2019 who shout “I am ________” as loud as they can and at nauseating moments I want to explain something. Today in this day and age no one cares. You may have a small number of people who might harass you but you are not fighting for acceptance on a wide spread level you are not fighting for your fellow LGBT+ members you are really cheapening the work your forefathers in the movement really did.

Now those who know me will do a double take and say “what the fuck does this old white cis woman know of our struggles in the community?” And I would easily reply ‘did you just stereotype me?’ Then to go on I know more of the struggle for acceptance in the community than most of you do. Most of you are to young to know what it was like in the 80’s when the struggle was real. People were lynched, beaten, killed, and so much more. Not to mention the torment they had to daily as either it was sink or swim, either you hid in the closet or you were flamboyantly gay. So again you may ask “how the fuck would you know what it was like?”

My story began in the mid-80’s when i was in Elementary school. I grew up a small rural farming town. We were on the map for cows and tobacco and thats it. Nothing else good ever came out of the town, myself included. So in elementary school my best friend parents started divorcing. She was in pain and needed to lash out but as a child had no idea her punishment of lashing out at me would lead me down a path that would follow me for years, even decades later.

My brother was a typical twenty something who had a predominant preference for porn both in movies and in print. My bf took some of his magazines and her master plan began. I was a rather naive child and didn’t even realize he had the things, myself. She brought them into our school and started to show people who than told a teacher. It is amazing the series of events that took place and how it was handled back then. Instead of quietly handling it while there were no children in the hall the teacher went ballistic while classes were changing, so every damn kid in the school was in the hallways at the time. Now you are thinking how did this effect me and not my friend since she had the material and I didn’t? She told everyone that she spoke to they were mine.... not my brothers..... not that she stole them.... but they were mine...

Not children don’t think for themselves at ten. The thought process was not while i was ten how the hell could I have porn? It was she had porn holy crap she is gay! Now this is the 80’s so this was not just some thing to be taken with lightly people for the most part are not accepting of differences. This is full on frontal assault territory where I got hit, tripped, spit on, yelled at, cussed at, pushed, and it seemed the whole world was against me. The funny things was I didn’t even know what the word lesbian was and here i was condemned for being one.

Everyone I knew, everyone I considered a friend, every person I grew up with turned on me, all because of this word.

It not only spread through the school like wildfire but through the town as well. Everyone, including adults, looked at me differently. Spoke to me as if I was trash. In my mothers infinite wisdom she simply said “don’t react and it will die down and people will forget it.”

That didn’t happen. It only got worse. The mental torment, the physical abuse, everything it only got worse. I wanted to die. Every night I wished for death to take me. I was ten. I lived and went through this basically at the major start for the movement for acceptance for the community. Every derogatory slur was thrown at me, I took beatings, I lived through the worst time to being homosexual and young and I didn’t even know what it meant. I took those words, I took those beatings and now I see the community for the most part IS accepted. It is safe to come out.

But it was only for a year not a lifetime right?

No it wasn’t for a year. It was eight. I left my small prejudice town when I was 18 because I knew I could never have a fresh start there. Regardless of everything I did or said I was still known as the gay one. I dated outside of the town but because of the age difference between my boyfriend and I we had little contact with people my own age, the people who needed to see the relationship for what it was. So if I said I had a boyfriend people assumed I was lying to cover up the fact I must have had a girlfriend. The longest eight years of my life. I took the brunt of the bigotry, prejudice, and hatred that some people even thanked me later in life because it made their coming out slightly easier.

That makes me smile now but at the time I hated everyone of them. Every single person I crossed paths with. I knew what was coming. So I lived the life for eight years being condemned for no reason at all. Does this shit happen today? Of course it does, people or society, doesn’t really ever change. You will always have some idiots who think they are better than you for what ever reason because they can’t accept differences.

Now as a person who lived the life during one of the worst times to be homosexual and didn’t have to because I am really not I have a special insight to the community. I also have a insight as a parent to a person in the community. I can tell you without a doubt the ones who screech the loudest “I am gay and I am proud” and that they do this because they are so oppressed I am telling you you can only do that because of people like me. You are not held down and beaten, you do not have gangs of people out to harm you, you might have a few religious zealots or some bigots tell you something that may hurt your feelings but you are NOT oppressed, at least in most of the western world. You may have to deal with cultural issues and racial issues to being homosexual but if your are in The western world YOU ARE ACCEPTED for the most part.

Well you have no idea what it is to be in the LGBTQ+ community now. Yes I do. Regardless of the fact I am not gay I am a card carrying member I EARNED that right to speak up on issues. I am now the parent of a few children that are members of the community as well. My best friend is gay and I love him and his husband for who they are. I still deal with issues indirectly now. My oldest daughter proudly came out to her own issues and I have to say I was nervous when she did, however the support not only from her peers but her teachers and other friends has been nothing but extraordinary. I took everything like I did so this could happen.

But cis people are always like “we don’t scream we are straight but they don’t understand what it is like to have to be told you can’t love who you want?” This has to be the most ridiculous thing I have heard from a 20 something person who is bisexual. When I spoke up to try to explain I was yelled at that I would never understand and that i was a homophobe. I chuckled and walked away shaking my head but the encounter never left my mind. At twenty something this person has lived in a time that it was accepted. I will never downplay a persons own emotions or their reactions therefore to get in a debate with people over their personal stories is pointless. As group there has never been a time where being different with your sexuality has been better. So to be able to scream “I am gay and you should accept me” all the time seems ridiculous to me, and pointless. Most people don’t care.

So the advice part of this talk.... stop being offended. People will feed off of this and continue to harass and belittle you but i assure you only a handful of people take it that far. (Unless cultural or racial differences are in effect)

Never be ashamed of your sexuality. It is a part of you but it doesn’t define who you are. You don’t have to scream it from the mountains. I would say that to anyone not just people in the community. We live in a time where we flaunt every part of ourselves on social media and every place we go. We don’t have too. Stop and think some times before you open the mouth. Again that is for every person you have no idea how something will come back years later and bite you on your ass.

People who try to tell you something are NOT your enemy. If they are trying to explain something it isn’t because they are trying to put you down or belittle you. 95% of the time they are trying to share some wisdom learned the hard way so YOU don’t ever have to go through the same thing.

I have lost younger friends because though I am probably one of the most open minded people on the planet they took my words as hateful because I didn’t bow down and take them constantly bombarding someone else because of a mishap with words. Shit doesn’t work out that way in real life and if you can’t see from another prospective that is YOUR problem not everyone else in the world.

Last but not least. If you want a world that is happy and free of hatred look at yourself hard. Go to the top of this post and reread it, see the questions I wrote? How would you a old white cis woman know? You stereotyped, I have heard this so many times. How dumb are conservatives? Liberals are idiots! How dumb are cis white males? White people are the devil! All muslims are terrorist! All jews are money hungry devils! Black people are animals!*** just throwing these out there not what I believe*** Every one of those is a stereotype type, a label, a word that without knowing the person is misleading and often wrong and hurtful. You want a world that is inclusive but yet you throw these words round as well. It’s time to think about things for all sides.

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grimelords · 6 years

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My May playlist is finished and it’s got everything from Rachmaninoff to Peaches across 3 and a half hours, I hope you enjoy it.

If The Car Beside You Moves Ahead - James Blake: James Blake has got such a big brain and this song is unbelievable. He has such a way of taking things that could be gimmicky like this vocal stuttering, or looping vocals and making them totally heartrending.

The Boxer - The Chemical Brothers: The central melody of this song is constantly stuck in my head and complete proof that you can make an incredibly catchy hook with just three notes if you need to.

known(1) - Autechre: I think this is maybe Autechre's most straightforward song but it still sounds like a harpsichord concerto getting sucked into a black hole. The way the violin-ish part swoops around throughout the whole thing, disintegrating and reforming before your eyes is hypnotising.

Sundown - Boards Of Canada: Guess who started crying this month listening to an ambient Boards Of Canada song thinking about how the end of soil is within my lifetime and we have destroyed our only home the earth!!

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys: With their new album coming out I went back and listened to AM for the first time in a while and it's still really astonishing what they pulled off. This and R U Mine? completely blew me away when they came out. Having the audacity to completely change your sound and style and have it work perfectly is amazing, and then disappearing for five years and trying to do it again? Bold.

FML - Kanye West: I was listening to this a lot when Kanye was off his lexapro and fucking his whole life up. And now there's a sequel to this on the new album where Kim's begging him not to fuck the money up, which I think is a very good kind of storytelling.

United P92 - Venetian Snares & Daniel Lanois: I love the idea of ambient Venetian Snares and this is the song on the album where their two ideas meet in the middle the best I think. Also the way this builds and builds into total chaos I always forget that it's coming and get surprised when it says 'the machine can cum', what a funny song.

Turnstile Blues - Autolux: I saw Autolux's drummer in Jack White's band when he played on SNL a couple of weeks ago and suddenly remembered how perfect this song is. A true testament to the power of a simple groove that sounds like it was recorded in a concrete garage.

Young For Eternity - The Subways: Yet another great song about being a vampire and all the benefits that vampirism can bring to your life! Thank god for Dracula! He sucked the shit out of me, now I can leave my work for nights and leave my days for sleeping! Young for eternity!

Oh Yeah - The Subways: I bought a 7" of this song a couple of weeks ago in honour of the time it inexplicably caused me a mental breakdown and made me sprint out of my house to drive around town crying and listening to it on repeat for some hours about 5 years ago. Not sure what that was about!

The Blues - Defeater: As far as songs that go for less than a minute go, I really can't fault this one. Pure power, it does absolutely everything it sets out to do and still manages to get two choruses in under the wire.

Bombay - El Guincho: I saw Holy Mountain this month in a double feature with El Topo, and although El Topo kind of sucked I loved The Holy Mountain a lot. There's a part where there's been a battle and a whole lot of protesters are dying on the ground bleeding, except you can see that the blood and guts are obviously special effects, you can see the hose that she's using to pretend to cry and the guts are green balloons and things like that. Hold on I found it on youtube anyway I know I've seen it before and I thought it was in the video to this song or another one of CANADA's videos but I watched them all and can't find it! If anyone can tell me the music video I'm thinking of, thankyou. This song is also, of course, good.

Swim Good - Frank Ocean: Honestly has there ever been a better song about wearing a cool suit and driving your car into the ocean?? Never. This is perhaps the best sing along song ever because you've got to do your smoothest voice ever until he does his little emo yells of 'I'm goin out!' near the end.

Batphone - Arctic Monkeys: I think this is my favourite song off the new Arctive Monkeys, it's the most '3am slamming away at a club piano' type vibe of them all, but most of all I love the little spiralling into space guitar noise that keeps happening whenever he finishes a line.

An Open Letter To NYC - Beastie Boys: I'm almost always thinking about the time Beastie Boys made a very serious song about how good New York is after 9/11 and they said 'dear New York I know a lot has changed, we're two towers down but we're still in the game'.

Black Car - Beach House: I can't get enough of the new Beach House album, and this song in particular. It's some of my favourite lyrics of theirs ever, a good song for when you're trapped in a dark labyrinth of your own creation.

Midnight Radio 1 - Bohren & Der Club Of Gore: Got quite heavily into Bohren & Der Club Of Gore again this month. This is from the album before they got rid of their guitarist and replaced him with a saxophonist, which pretty dramatically changed their sound from 'extremely brooding night music' to 'film noir soundtrack', which is still very good but really not the same. Anyway this song goes for 20 minutes and it feels illegal to listen to it any time before 2am.

House In LA - Jungle: I am so excited that Jungle are finally back and with such an amazing song too. I love how spacious this is, it feels very different to their first - a lot more grown up and I really can't wait for the album.

Lemonworld - The National: Someone had a tweet a while ago that was like 'the guy from the national sounds like he's been going through a divorce for ten years now' which is very true, but this song feels like it's from happier times when he went to see his sister in law and had an morosely horny time. This song feels like the entire experience of reading a literary novel condensed into 4 minutes: a depressed older man in New York having a sort of backwards, confusing sexual thought. This is a song I regularly listen to on repeat and sing along to, it's a very specific feeling and I think "it'll take a better war to kill a college man like me" is one of the best lines he's ever written.

Rigamortis - Zomby: I put off listening to the new Zomby album for so long because his last one was just so boring but he's completely redeemed himself on this, it's really something. It feels like one long piece, which is amazing when any sort of thematic coherence is a rarity for Zomby albums. There's a lot of recurring sounds and motifs, and almost zero drums in the traditional sense. It feels like a really mature reflection on grime that he's been building up to for years.

Indoors - Burial: Whereas this song sounds like you're waiting outside a club in hell.

Segeln Ohne Wind - Bohren & Der Club Of Gore: Another Bohren song but from much, much later. I love the way the brass sounds in this when it finally comes in, it's so rich and overpowering.

Isle Of The Dead - Segei Rachmaninoff: Wikipedia says "The piece was inspired by a black and white reproduction of Arnold Böcklin's painting, Isle of the Dead, which Rachmaninoff saw in Paris in 1907. Rachmaninoff was disappointed by the original painting when he later saw it, saying, "If I had seen first the original, I, probably, would have not written my Isle of the Dead. I like it in black and white." and it also says "Prints were very popular in central Europe in the early 20th century—Vladimir Nabokov observed in his novel Despair that they could be "found in every Berlin home". Folks what is going on with this spooky painting.

Been Caught Stealing - Jane's Addiction: For a long time this was the emergency dead air song on Triple J, which is an inspired choice in my opinion because there'd be ten seconds of eerie silence because something's gone wrong at the station and then suddenly two huge loud chords! and dogs barking! A BEEN CAUGHT STEEL IN! ONCE!

Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel: I was sitting on the toilet when I saw a news article that said Peter Gabriel has finally made his music available on Spotify and I said 'yessssssss' loudly myself and then played Sledgehammer. Honorable mention to the best ever sample of this song in Contemporary Man by Action Bronson, which is unfortunately still unavailable on Spotify.

Reaching The Gulf - Dylan Carlson: I saw a review of this album saying Dylan Carlson is the only choice for soundtrack if they ver make a movie of Blood Meridian and they're completely right. I'm also so glad that he collaborated with Emma Ruth Rundle on this, it feels like the closest I'll get to bonus tracks to her Electric Guitar One album.

T-1000 - Swarms: I have no idea where or why I first heard this album but it's been in my rotation for a long time. It's in the general canon of post-Burial dubstep before dubstep got americanized and it's just very nice. When the vocals finally come in on this it's a very emotional moment for me.

Casino Trem - Tyondai Braxton: It's really surprising listening to Tyondai Braxton's work after Battles because he has such a distinct melodic style it's shocking to realise how much he brought to that first album. After listening to a lot of his solo stuff it becomes so recognisable it almost feels like you can go back through Mirroroed and pick out every single guitar line of his making. Anyway this song is great. Starts out sounding like what it feels like to be trapped in a pokie and ends up like you're trapped in a databent Banjo Kazooie cartridge.

Kick It - Peaches & Iggy Pop: The first time I ever heard this song, and the first time I ever heard of Peaches or Iggy Pop was on the soundtrack to Midnight Club 3 so I didn't really know what the fuck was going on. I still don't really. I love that this is supposed to be like a dangerous sexy song but the whole time Iggy Pop is just rebuffing her advances and bullying her. Then she's like 'go to berlin' and then the song ends. Still not sure what this one's about still!

If You Know You Know - Pusha T: GOD this song is good, I've been listening to it on repeat. What I love about Pusha T is where a lot of other rappers talk sort of frivolously about drug dealing and everything, he often feels like he's putting his hand on your shoulder and looking you straight in the eyes saying 'I am not fucking around. If you need drugs of any calibre or kind I can get them for you in massive quantities.' The impish way he's saying 'if you know you know', absolutely kills me, like he's a cartoon man winking at me while hiding drugs inside a tennis ball.

Hacker - Death Grips: I think I put this on my playlist last month but I'm still on it so. My new favourite part of this song is when he says "The table's flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch / Burmese babies under each arm / Screaming beautiful songs".

Cavity - Hundred Waters: Hundred Waters feel like a really underrated band to me, I've been listening to their last two album a lot this month and they're just stunning. The long build up towards the end before the two note melody comes back and kills me? What a moment.

Music For The Long Emergency - Polica: I didn't love this album when it came out but I've been listening to it more and more and it's really growing on me. I think I put this song on a playlist a month or two ago so I won't write more but let me say this: Polica rules.

On The Grid - Lime: tfw you turn the knob and you do a good job and you wind up on the grid :/

Elephants - Them Crooked Vultures: I feel like Them Crooked Vultures gets forgotten when people talk about Queens Of The Stone Age albums. People bring up Desert Sessions and Kyuss but somehow forget that this giant album happened. Anyway this is far and away the best song on it because it just keeps on giving and giving. It's just a huge jam about riding an elephant and having cool hair(?).

Particle - Hundred Waters: This song feels like it could be the EDM hit of the summer if it was structured slightly differently, but instead it's the biggest brain pop song I've heard in a long time. I love how much power the bass has in this, it really feels impactful when it comes and goes. The vocal performance is obviously incredible as always but I really love the distorted vocal line that sort of tears itself apart now and then, against how clean everything else in this song sounds it really makes it.

Me Or Us - Young Thug: Thinking hard about when Young Thug sampled First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes and made it into a really really good song.

Because I Love You - Montaigne: God this song is good. All the time the lyric 'I ate a salad today, I ate one yesterday too' pops into my head and makes me laugh. She tweeted about this song a couple of days ago and it really made me laugh: "My ex-boyfriend & I once watched BBC Sherlock & during the ep he paused & basically soliloquised about how he’s a tortured genius just like Sherlock & I’m his Watson in as condescending a way as you’re probably imagining then poured a shot of whiskey & now you know the story"

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mayacatmaster · 5 years

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When people call me a bitch

I'm like.

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People think you're crazy when you become wiser and more informed.

Not because you're crazy, but because their illusion is threatened.

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Intelligence is not about knowing everything without question.

It is the ability to question everything you think you know.

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Specially when in one kind of recycle kiss-dark-tyrant-ruler's-culture.

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The Best People In A Dying Culture Are The Outcasts Considered Crazy By The Leaders; The Ones Most Disillusioned With Their Own Culture. In Yeats' Phrase, "THE Best Lack All Conviction, While The Worst Are Full Of Passionate Intensity." Intense Emotional Attachment To Any Value, Any Virtue, Any Set Of “Shoulds” Is A Disease, A Mental Illness, A Condition Of Self-Murder And Cultural Assassination. - Radical Honesty

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Each lifetime we will return to walk in the shoes of a different culture/religion/moral/social-family-belief-system until we understand our “Oneness”(Tao; Source; True Self). -Anita- *** *** *** Specially when…: We are caged by our cultural programming. culture/religion/moral/social-family-belief-system is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination you see it for what it's worth.

Terence McKenna *** *** *** So…: Don't just parrot-like repeat what is great saints, holy books, virtue, good deeds, because….: *** *** *** You don't know you don't know....until...pass through it then....really, really, really understand it...^^!!! *** *** *** Usually those who are the happiest are those that are, by other standards, the most disconnected from societal ties. -AH *** *** *** Usually those who are the happiest are those that are, by other standards, the most disconnected from societal ties. -AH *** *** *** Everything we've ever been taught is bullshit. Unless can pass our self inquiry. *** *** *** "君"嗎？...國君；家君；夫君；心君能夠不用以己出經式義度的欺德統治天下嗎？ *** *** *** 世美者，往往是君主以己出經式義度的欺德，禽貪者器具，用以箝制其治下之眾的心靈而已。 *** *** *** 人善被人欺，馬善被人騎！善或德行，如服務外在黑暗威權君，非僅一文不值，且助紂為虐！ *** *** *** “Student”(solar): “Why any kind of dark tyrant ruler’s such highly value those so call great saints in their system, no matter of country/social/family/education/religion/moral-belief-system, and built great temple worship those saints, ...May I ask you… my Master?”; *** *** *** "Master"（Mr. Bean）:“ My dear solar, because as a so call great saint, it not a easy piece cake for anyone. Now, let’s pretend to imagine there have a community of 1000000 people again: And there you are, uniquely you, and 9999999 others doing all kinds of things - some of them you appreciate and some of them you don’t; some of them you approve of and some of them you don’t. Some of the conditions that those others are living, you would like to live and some of them you would not. So, which do you think would be easier in your community of 1000000 people, to figure out what you like best and convince the other 9999999 on a myriad of subjects to do it your way? “I like to kiss any kind of dark tyrant ruler’s ass. I like to blind obey/follow in this way. I prefer these as blind obey sheep.” In other words, you would have a very difficult time getting that 1000000 people to conform to your idea of what you think is a perfect world - would you agree? “ *** *** *** Gold sand fall into the eyes, is also very uncomfortable or became a disease for the eyes. *** *** *** Actually, unless can pass through self inquiry. Your mind not really belong to you, if just a lot of another people occupy it. Maybe it just those so call great gurus/saints occupy it....^^!!! *** *** *** Mental slavery is the worst form of slavery. It give you the illusion of freedom, makes you trust, love and defend your oppressor, while making an enemy of those who are trying to free you or open your eye. *** *** *** So…: I deleted all the perfect repeat the work-eat-entertainment-sleep-kiss ass-cycle people yesterday. Good morning my friend! *** *** *** Because…: They Want You To Be Silent They Want You To Be Submissive, To Do Whatever They Say. Never Question Authority & Always Obey Fuck That You Are No One's Robot, Think For Yourself, Never Give In. Be Vigilant With Your Resistance. Educate & Empower Others To Do The Same. *** *** *** Mindset. It's all about mindset. From the moment you wake up, to the moment you rest your head at night. Everything is up to you. Your emotions, your thoughts, your perceptions, your reactions. Every moment. *** *** *** Observer a religion-morality-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. *** *** *** The people you meet are either reflections of a “repeated cycle”(blind obey and kiss ass) or guides to a new start. Notice the difference. *** *** *** Can them…: Be the reason someone believes in the goodness of people??? *** *** *** About any kind of religion, moral, political, holy-books, saints, ...the only question is…: *** *** *** The problem is people are being hated when they are real, and are being loved when they fake. ~Bob Marley *** *** *** They always preach and teach people ...”honest is best!”. Until you honest to them, then you became a asshole. *** *** *** Since every kind of religion or moral-belief-system just like a person. And…: Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. *** *** *** Question I always ask myself, upon meeting a new person or one kind of religion or moral-belief-system: "Is he/she a really sincerely-honest-nature-heart-NICE person? Or is he/she an OGRE???" *** *** *** Connection doesn’t care about the laws of the land. Your soul will be pulled to the place it belongs. *** *** *** Otherwise….: I don't have any bad habits, I am good at all of them. I never dreamed I'd grow up to be an Kiss-dark-tyrant-Ass-asshole but here I am kill-in it. *** *** *** I don't have any bad habits, I am good at all of them. I follow orders like a dog, and I am feeling so good. It's what made me a "man"(woman; children), I said it as if it’s my most highest virtuous and my fate itself. *** *** *** So…: If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I'm not frightened by anyone's perception of me. ~Angelina Jolie *** *** *** The wise is a person who acts with "Ma-at"(Tao; Logos; Truth), and is free of falsehood and disorder. ~Ptahhotep *** *** *** True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubt often, And change his mind; The fool is obstinate, And doubt not; He know all thing but his own ignorance. ~Akhenato *** *** *** ,, To be free of all authority, of your own and that of another is to die to everything of yesterday, so that your mind is always fresh, always young, innocent, full of vigor and passion. It is only in that state that one learns and observes.... " *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Iwona Antolak”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Once again…: Connection doesn’t care about the laws of the land. Your soul will be pulled to the place it belongs. *** *** *** Observer a country, observer his/her ruler. Observer a family, observer his/her ruler. Observer a mind-body-heart, observer his/her ruler. Observer a religion-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a political-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a morality-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a education-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a business-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. *** *** *** The wise is a person who acts with "Ma-at"(Tao; Logos; Truth), and is free of falsehood and disorder. ~Ptahhotep *** *** *** True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubt often, And change his mind; The fool is obstinate, And doubt not; He know all thing but his own ignorance. ~Akhenato *** *** *** Question I always ask myself, upon meeting a new person or one kind of religion or moral-belief-system: "Is he/she a really sincerely-honest-nature-heart-NICE person? Or is he/she an OGRE???" *** *** *** When people tell me they are spiritual or morality-blind-obey-man, I always wonder "Demons are spirits too... be more specific. And “Demons also can use the holy-books for his egoism-standard-rules.” *** *** *** To be honest, I really consider that the more one kind of religion or moral-belief-system with a long history, Their more lack of the ability about self-Introspection, the ability to self-investigate, Self-summarization, And ego is big more than other religion or moral-belief-system. So always said their tradition-religion or moral-belief-system-dogma is No1, is mostest best in this world. So fail learn from summarization of the experience gained in other religion or moral-belief-system. So their vicious circle, suffering from generation to generation ~~~><!!! *** *** *** Mindset is everything. *** *** *** Everything that is important to you will re-materialize everywhere you are, because that's what you do -you turn thoughts to things. ~Abraham *** *** *** And…: If you end up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it. *** *** *** Reminder: if you show up as your authentic, bad-ass self, you have no competition. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Renée Shirley” *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** A person who actually enjoys solitude is dangerous. They'll cut you off and walk away at the slightest sign of disrespect and leave you hanging like you don't mean shit. *** *** *** Distance yourself for a bit. You'll realize a lot. Physically I am here. Mentally I am far, far away indifferent witness myself just like outside-alien. *** *** *** Watch Life, as if you are watching a movie! Watch your own 3D-life-movie, as if you are watching another people’s 3D-life-movie. Watch your own self, as if you are watching another people's self. Watch your own beliefs, as if you are watching another people’s beliefs.... inquiry and question it. *** *** *** When you're 20, you care what everyone thinks, when you're 40, you stop caring what everyone thinks, when you're 60, you realize no one was ever thinking about you in the first place." — Winston Churchill *** *** *** And…: Usually those who are the happiest are those that are, by other standards, the most disconnected from societal ties. -AH *** *** ***

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years

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Somewhere In My Sleep Part 3 (Kyungsoo Series)

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Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Cannon/EXO Universe Genre: Fantasy | Fluff | Smut | Angst Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x Unnamed OC (Iris) Trigger Warning: Nightmares, Probably wrong representation of Greek Mythology, Mythical and Evil creatures. Word Count: 1,701

Plot: You were given the ability to Astral Project (Out of body experience) by a deity and you meet a faceless soul of a woman in the 4D world who guides you through the experience. But you are given only 1 hour of your day to ‘spend time’ with Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sometimes remembers you, but it’s mostly hazy since his job being an Idol doesn’t give him the most peaceful sleep. You and Kyungsoo met accidentally one day and he becomes curious of you.

The sudden itchiness is unavoidable. I tried scratching my skin but I don’t know why my hands are not moving. I can now feel my skin crawling because of the itchiness and I’m pretty sure my skin is red by now, I tried moving my head to see my body but my gaze from my bedroom’s ceiling is locked.

Am I dreaming? Was this another weird dream? Or am I being paralyzed in my sleep? I haven’t experienced paralysis in a long time ever since I started sleeping early, but is it being triggered because I came back to work earlier than my doctor advised me?

“Don’t worry child, just focus on what you want to do and you can do it.” A soft feminine voice spoke. I can hear it all around me, ringing inside my head.

My body suddenly became numb, the burn from the itchiness is now gone. But soon whimpers, cry, screams and evil laughter come. Some are calling out my name, asking me to save them from the misery they are living in.

“Help me!!!” I screamed out in between the different sounds in my head.

“Just focus on my voice, my child. Do not be afraid.” I heard the voice of the woman again. Of all the robust voices and noise in the background, hers was the only one who sounded sincere.

I closed my eyes and counted to twenty slowly. Only focused on the female voice who continued to sing a lullaby. My aunt was the one who taught me from a young age to count to twenty and focus on her voice whenever her husband comes home drunk and angry.

Even when he’s beating her up to a pulp, her voice still remained calm and collected for my sake. After my countdown, she would be crawling limply to where I was and hug me tight, crying while she held me in her weak arms. And I would fall asleep as she hums me a sad song with her unstable breathing.

“Seventeen… Eighteen… Nineteen… Twenty…” I said the last number softly and suddenly I felt myself get lifted high up. Flying freely as the cold but comfortable air hit me everywhere.

I opened my eyes and found myself floating around my bedroom. The horrid sounds for different entities are now gone except for her beautiful lullaby. I looked every now and I found her floating closely beside me. I cannot see her face as she has none, but I can tell she’s beautiful. She was glowing, lighting up my dark room.

I accidentally looked at my bed and I saw myself lying there. My chest pumping up and down with steady breathing. I looked peaceful and happy in my sleep. No sign of stress from what I always see in the mirror everywhere. My eyes widen with the sudden realization.

“Am—Am I dead?” I looked at the woman beside me; she held my hand and took me with her as we flew away from my apartment. I closed my eyes, prepared for the collision that never came.

“Child, open your eyes. You are free now.” I heard her voice again, ringing everywhere in my ears. I did as instructed and we are now high above into the night clouds, the city lights of Seoul under me was breathtakingly beautiful. I was never afraid of heights, so I ‘m not worried about that right now. And I’m dead after all, no need to be scared.

“Beautiful!” I said with a sigh full of admiration flew out my mouth.

“Not as beautiful as your soul, my child. This is nothing compared to what I see in you.” She floated gracefully around me and I follow her every move.

“Who are you?” I asked suddenly and she stopped her dancing in the air.

“I am your spirit guide into the Astral Plane. I’m here to teach you everything you need to know about this dimension we are both in.” She explains with her serene voice. She stopped for a few seconds before talking again.

“I was sent by the deity who gave you the ability to remove your Astral Body from your Physical Body.” She added.

“You mean the Greek Mythology God Dionysus?” I ask again but with a soft voice this time. “Wait, I’m not dead?” I added with a surprise expression in my voice.

“There is no such thing as a myth, my child. Everything exists, even Unicorns.” She said, completely ignoring my follow up question. I can tell she is smiling brightly even though physically she doesn’t have a face.

“U—unicorns?” I gasped as I said the word. I felt silly and childish just mentioning the word ‘unicorns’.

“Child we have all the time to discuss other things, for now, where do you want to be?” She suddenly changed the topic without a hitch.

“The only place I wanna be right now…” I hesitated for a minute and she just completely ignores it, patiently waiting for my answer.

“K…Kyungsoo. Where he is right now.” I cleared out my throat and just completely let go. To be honest I don’t want to tarnish the image she saw in me. But I don’t have any bad intention with Kyungsoo; I just wanna be with him, that’s all.

“My child, lust and physical desires are natural. Even the Gods and Goddesses have them. I will never judge for it.” She said without any evidence of criticism in her voice.

“Can you hear my thoughts too, just like the Gods?” I ask, rather shyly now.

“No. But I can feel what your heart wants to say. I have guided millions of souls in my endless lifetime, but you were the only astral soul that I felt connected to.” She paused and continues speaking.

“All the Gods who have been watching over you ever since you were born knew that all you ever wanted in life is that boy you speak about. And they heard your silent prayers. Your mouth or your mind may not ask for it, but your heart does. Your sincerity pierced through them, but only Dionysus acted upon it. Of course with the blessing of the one above him, and everyone like him.” Her explanation felt so long, only because she spoke softly and surely.

“You mean his father, Zeus?”

“No, child. The only one, the creator of you, me and even Zeus himself. The creator of life and death.” She now started to fly away from me and I catch up with her.

“You mean God,” I told her once I caught up with her.

“You may call Him that, but He has different names by different people and religion. But one thing is for certain, He is the Father of all things you can and can’t see or touch.” She suddenly disappeared and I stopped flying around. I looked everywhere but can’t find her.

“Where are you? Why did you leave me? What is your name?” I call out to no one.

“I will answer your question the next time we see each other. For now, you can go wherever you wish to go. But you can only spend 1 hour with the boy.” Her voice sounding more and more distant now.

“Only one hour? How do I go to him, I don’t know where he lives!!!” I call out again.

“Think of him and you will be with him…” Her beautiful and poised voice suddenly disappeared now.

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Think of him and you will be with him…

Think of him…

You will be with him…

Those words keep repeating in your head but not completely registering yet. It has been more than an hour now since she disappeared completely and you were just flying around the city, looking at how the lights are beautiful from above.

If only you are with Kyungsoo, how romantic would this be, you thought to yourself. And with that, your astral body started traveling at the speed of light. You screamed when the force pull you without your approval, if you were in your physical body, you would have been puking by now.

After what felt like an eternity, you stopped. You tried looking around but see nothing. Your eyes were open but you see nothing. After a few seconds later, your vision is slowly coming back. You closed and rub your eyes to help it adjust and when you opened them you see him. Sleeping peacefully.

You gasped and covered your mouth shut. But nothing happened, he didn’t even stir one bit after you made a noise. Half of his body was buried under a comforter and the half was sprawled over his bed. His right arms up on his head and his other hugging a pillow on his chest.

You followed the heaving of his chest up and down, and an adoring smile crept on your lips at the peacefulness of his sleep. Your peripheral vision caught something in the background and when you looked at it, you saw him staring at you with heavy-set looking eyes. You jumped up in surprise, but instead of bouncing, you gracefully flew 2 meters away from him.

“Who— who are… Who are you?” He slurred his words.

“Y—you can see me?” The edgy feeling of being caught is now making your skin crawl.

You looked back at the bed and sure enough you see him there, still sleeping.

“Who are… Who are you? Are you my… Girlfriend?” He slurred again as if he was drunk.

What was happening? Why are there two Kyungsoos? You saw that the barely conscious version of him started floating around you.

“Holy shit, you’re astral too?” You slapped your mouth shut again for the second time, halting the curse that exits your mouth.

“Shhhhhh. Don’t curse, Junmyeon Hyung will hear you.” He giggles drunkenly and his head started making circles and his eyes started shaking violently.

“Are you… drunk?” You ask silently, inching a little bit of space near him.

“I’m not… I’m… I’m just sleepy…” With that, his astral soul collapsed slowly and started lining with his physical body and he suddenly jolts up awake, looking straight to where you were floating…

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kingofhalla · 7 years

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Tonight’s events, summarized neatly for your convenience.

We have a grand future ahead of us, and this is only the beginning.

Dane checked his watch as he rushed into the restaurant, cursing at his lateness. There had been a wreck on the highway getting back from work, which ended up putting him a half hour behind schedule. Bobby wouldn't be mad, he knew, but tonight was supposed to be important and special and every minute wasted on the road was another blow to Dane's mood. He had plans, plans that hinged on Bobby being happy. Plans that hinged on Dane not being late.

He was very late.

He nodded at the host of the Château de Nuit as he walked in smoothing down his suit and running a hand through his disheveled hair. He took a breath and stepped in, scanning his eyes across the crowd. Bobby waved at him from a table in the back, catching his attention. He was dressed in a sharp light blue dress shirt, tucked into khaki slacks and a navy bowtie. His white suit jacket was hanging off the back of his chair, and his sleeves were rolled up as he picked at a bowl of calamari, showing off deeply tanned forearms.

Dane flicked his eyes back up to meet Bobby's and smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets as he traversed the crowded dining room to their table. His hand brushed against a piece of paper in his pocket, making his heart jump as he remembered why they'd come here.

Keeping his hands hidden, he sat down across from his partner, eyeing the appetizer. "Didn't know you liked squid," he commented, finally reaching out to grab a piece too.

"I didn't either," Bobby replied, swirling his piece in the cocktail sauce before popping it in his mouth and chewing. "The waiter said it was complimentary though, so I didn't complain. Turns out, it's pretty good."

They chatted idly for a few minutes after the waiter came to take their orders, then until the food arrived. Dane kept one hand in his pocket the entire time, clasping that folded slip of paper he couldn't get his mind off of. His heart raced in anticipation as he considered what he was about to do.

Wiping his mouth and suppressing a burp, Bobby leaned back in his chair. "That was good," he sighed. "We really need to come to this place more often."

"Maybe not always around Valentines Day," Dane chuckled, casting his gaze around the overstuffed restaurant. "I'm not overly fond of having to reserve seating four months in advance."

Bobby laughed. "Thanks, though. This felt really special, on such an important day. You didn't have to, you know."

"I didn't have to treat my boyfriend on Valentines Day?" Dane asked teasingly. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind next year."

Bobby blushed, as he always did when Dane referred to them as 'boyfriends'. The light color tinging his cheeks and the slight giggle he gave made Dane's heart flutter even more madly, until he found himself speaking without thinking.

"I have something to tell you."

Bobby quieted and watched Dane, still smiling stupidly. "What?" he asked.

Dane hesitated. Bobby's smile slipped a little, concern etching faintly into his features. "What is it?" he asked again. "Everything alright?"

The ex-demon swallowed thickly, nodding his head. "Yes, I am fine. I just... had a request, to make of you."

Bobby's eyebrow cocked, the smile now completely gone. "You only get all formal again when you're nervous. What's wrong?"

Dane needed to get this out before Bobby jumped to conclusions and ruined the good mood they'd built up. "You know how, they say that home is where the heart is?" he started, cursing the slight hesitation as started. He cleared his throat.

Bobby nodded. "Cheesy saying, but yeah."

"Yes. The saying means virtually nothing, literally. A house is a building, where one or more persons live together, sometimes as one family unit, sometimes as multiple. A house has no emotion, no feelings tied to it. Sometimes, the house is even hated by those who live inside."

He plunged on, ignoring Bobby's increasingly confused looks. "However, despite the cheesiness of the saying, a home is something different entirely. A home is not necessarily where the person or persons live, but rather the collection of shared or unshared experiences of those persons or person. It can be a house, another building, a park, a particular store the person or persons visit regularly. It can also be another person or persons, no matter where they currently reside."

He ran out of air and gasped, pausing to breathe. "Bottom line," he continued, forcing himself to slow down from the frantic pace he's slipped into, "a home need not be a house. My home is with you, wherever you or I find ourselves. But I found myself thinking, and, well..."

Dane shuffled around in his pocket, pulling out the now-crumpled paper and looking carefully at it. Bobby glanced at it too, before his eyes shot back to Dane's. "What's that?"

The ex-demon stared at his white-knuckled grip on the paper, forcing himself to relax. His nerves were a mess, making his usually steady hand shake, and Bobby noticed. Dane managed to reign it in, barely, and offered the paper to his partner.

"Here," he said, his voice low so Bobby didn't hear how bad it was shaking again.

Bobby slowly took the paper, watching Dane carefully as he unfolded it. He smoothed it out on the table, then finally broke eye contact to read over the information printed out on it. Dane counted to ten in his head in several languages, rapidly, trying to still his beating heart as Bobby's eyes flickered over the information.

Confusion creased his brow. "What... what is this?" he asked. "It looks like..." His breath caught as his eyes fell upon Dane's signature.

"It is a contract, for a mortgage," Dane whispered. "For a house." He swallowed again, looking down to avoid Bobby's incredulous gaze. It was too much for him, and his voice broke as he asked the question that had been burning in his mind for months.

"I want to make a home with you."

The silence was unnerving. Dane looked up, shocked when he discovered the tears in Bobby's eyes. He half-stood, worry spiking his nerves. "Bobby...?"

"Yes!"

Dane was thrown back a step as Bobby flung himself into his partner's arms. He buried his face in the taller man's chest, sobbing as he repeated himself, "Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!" Dane wrapped himself around Bobby, smiling wider than he had in longer than he could remember. His heart lifted, shooting to the skies, love and warmth and pure happiness filling his veins till he felt he could fly.

Bobby was a whirlwind of emotions and activity as he broke away, a flurry of words coming out so fast Dane could barely catch them. "I need to tell my parents! We need to figure out how to move my stuff and what's gonna happen to my old room and Shannon'll be so glad to finally have it as her studio and oh! Mark and Courtney are gonna be thrilled! I can't wait to tell them holy shit I know they were hesitant at first when we first got together but they love you now they know you now and oh my god oh my god I can't believe this we're getting a house!"

By the end of it he had hid his face back in Dane's neck, his shoulders shaking with the force of his emotion. Dane felt wetness on his skin, through his clothes, and hugged Bobby tighter, his own tears finally being released as the source of his stress the past few months dissipated. He buried his nose in Bobby's hair, breathing in the warm scent of his partner and grinned.

They stayed that way a moment longer, tangled around each other, until the stares from the other patrons became enough and the parted, sitting down again. Bobby cleared his throat, wiping his face and trying to scrub the tear tracks and blush away with his cloth napkin. Dane just watched him. Every time Bobby glanced up he blushed again and looked away, his dark brown eyes sparkling with such happiness Dane couldn't help himself and reached out, grabbing Bobby's hands.

"We have much to plan out, my dear," he said lowly, bringing Bobby's hands to his lips and brushing light kisses across his knuckles. "Much, to plan. But it is worth it, and we have a lifetime to plan it."

Bobby pulled himself closer, sitting on the edge of his chair so he could lean their foreheads together over the table. Dane's long black locks fell in front of his eyes, but neither made a move to move them. They pressed together, the warm contact all they needed, the slightly crumpled contract on the table between them.

"I love you," Bobby whispered over the chatter of the restaurant around them.

"I love you too," Dane replied, meaning every letter.

#personal #And so we go

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ingreezy · 7 years

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Awkward Moments While Traveling: Part 5

Traveling isn’t always fun. Sometimes it’s awkward, frustrating, or even makes you fear for your safety.

This post is dedicated to all those unpleasant times.

India is definitely not an easy country to travel to. I’ll hate it one moment, then love it another. It’s incredibly interesting, yet Intense (with a capital I). One thing’s for sure: it’s never boring. It’s officially been a week since I’ve been traveling in India and I have had so many awkward moments. I struggle to find positivity in most of these incidents. Although I have experienced genuine kindness and generosity in India, the awkward moments seem to occur more often. Hopefully these stories will provide entertainment for others, as they were not pleasant to go through.

The Hare Krishna Rosary

The Iskcon Temple in Mumbai, is one of the many religious organization’s temples dedicated to the Hindu deity, Krishna. The temple was located near my Air Bnb so I wanted to check it out…plus, my host informed me that there was excellent pani puri sold there.

After a walk around the temple, my stomach was telling me it was pani puri time. Upon exiting, I was stopped by 3 worshippers. They asked if I wanted to try chanting. I hesitated, but wanted to be open minded. I thought it would just be a quick chant and I would be on my way.

They tell me to take a seat on one of the plastic chairs that lined the wall. I sit and a young, intense Indian dude teaches me how to say the chant, barking at me to repeat after him. He doesn’t provide any explanation to the chant or even the reason for it. After I say the chant he hands me this long, wooden necklace with lots of beads - a sort of rosary.

Intense Indian Dude demonstrates how to use the beads. He stresses that I must only use my right hand to hold the beads and to use my thumb and middle finger to move from bead to bead in order to track the amount of chants I have completed.

The whole time I’m thinking: Dude, I’m fucking Filipino. I was raised praying the Rosary. Who do you think you’re talking to?

The Catholic Rosary consists of 50 beads (53 with the intro prayer). The Hare Krishna version has 108 beads.

My plan: To chant really fast and get the fuck out of there.

So im chanting. While I’m chanting I begin to get really angry. Angry at myself for being such a pushover and angry that they were making me do this.

I chant faster and faster with no idea of what I’m saying. After about 50 chants, a surprisingly calm feeling washes over me.

After completing my 108 chants, Intense Indian Dude asks if I feel stress free after doing the chanting. I look him in the eye and tell him that I was stress free before I chanted.

He kind of just looks at me and I leave for my well deserved pani puri.

Do You Like Bob Marley?

After visiting Mahabodhi Temple in Bodhgaya, the hallowed spot where the Buddha attained enlightenment over 2600 years ago, I was feeling really zen, and irritable at the same time. It’s fucking hot in India.

My tour guide leads me to a nearby Nepalese Buddhist Temple. Im not really interested, but I take a quick look inside.

Almost immediately, I am approached by a young Indian man. He asks me where I’m from and goes on to tell me a bit about the temple. From past experiences, I’m already wary of this man and know where this is leading to.

Once he completes his pleasantries, he tells me about his shop that is not too far from where we are.

And there it is.

I lose interest immediately and he notices I am no longer paying attention to him.

He goes from 0 to 100 real quick.

The Indian man starts going off about me not trusting him because he is too friendly (Duh), and that he just wants to show me his shop.

I’m sick of the games and blatantly tell him I’m just not interested.

He calms down then asks if I like Bob Marley. My guide and I begin to walk out the temple. The Indian man follows us and tells me he has some good marijuana that many Americans and Canadians like.

WTH?!

I tell him again that I’m not interested and he finally walks away.

Ummmmm…Is That A Dead Body?

A must do in Varanasi is to take a boat ride at dawn on the Ganges River. It was definitely one of the highlights during my time in the holy city.

There were pilgrims bathing away a lifetime of sins in the water. I saw people washing clothes, meditating, performing puja (acts of worship). We even parked our boat in front of Manikarnika, the major cremation ghat in Varanasi, for a few minutes.

What surprised me the most was as our boat was slowly chugging along the Ganges, our loins vibrating from the pulse of the engine, I saw a dead body float past.

A motherfucking dead body.

I knew the person was dead because the legs and lower torso were sticking out of the water, while the head was submerged underwater for a really long fucking time.

I looked around the boat. Did anybody else see that shit?

No one seemed to have a look of shock on their face. Then I saw a tourist in another boat take a picture of the body as it floated closer to them.

Ok good. I’m not crazy.

On a walking tour of Varanasi I learned from my guide that there are five types of people who can’t be cremated: pregnant women, children, sadhus (or holy persons), lepers, and those that have died from a snake bite. For those people, a rock is tied to their body and they are thrown into the river.

Cremation is costly, so those that cannot afford it will throw their partially cremated loved ones into the Ganges.

I tried to wrap my head around India’s views on death, but...that was some shit.

Slick Motherfuckers

The guide for my Buddhist Pilgrimage tour offered to have one of his friends take me on a walking tour of Varanasi. I tell him I’m not interested but the next day he shows up with his friend, Danesh.

So I go with it. I don’t have any plans anyway. I immediately tell Danesh “No silk shops.” Varanasi is known for its silk products and pashmina scarves. One major scam is that tour guides will take you to shops, where they will pressure you into a sale and get commission from your purchased products.

When I tell him this, he seems offended. He tells me that that is not what he is about. I feel bad for my comment. I just can’t seem to trust anyone. It’s exhausting to decipher who you can trust and who is trying to take advantage of you. I relax and decide to let my guard down a little bit. We proceed with the tour.

Danesh does a good job. He is knowledgeable and even takes me to Manikarnika, the major cremation ghat.

A major piece of advice that I read in my guidebook and online, was to resist brahmins’ (a Hindu priest) offers to “show you a better view” at the burning ghats. This will always end up in the brahmin demanding a ridiculously high “donation.”

As described, a brahmin offers to take me to the cremation floor.

First off, I know what that will lead to, and second, with my western view, I felt that the cremation process was a private affair for the families. I wanted to be respectful, despite the fact that cremations are done publicly here.

I tell the brahmin “No, thank you.” Danesh assures me that he does not have access to the cremation floor and that I would need to go with the brahmin for a more in depth experience. I, again, thank the brahmin for his offer, but firmly refuse.

The last stop on my walking tour was a visit to Vishwanath Temple. This is the most famous of the Hindu temples in Varanasi. It is dedicated to Shiva as lord of the universe. Officially, non Hindus cannot enter the temple, which includes most foreigners. If one declares an interest or curiosity in Hinduism, a foreigner may be allowed inside. From what I’ve read, it depends on how the police are feeling that day.

I follow Danesh and he leads me to a flower shop with a locker area just outside the temple.

He tells me bags and cameras are not allowed inside, so I will need to lock up my stuff here. A man dressed in all white appears. Danesh tells me this brahmin will take me into the temple and explain things to me. I can make a “donation” to him afterwards.

Damn. They got me.

They hand me a basket of flowers and say I need to bring an offering to Shiva. I pay the 150 rupees for the flower offering, although I’m pretty sure I’m being overcharged for that.

When the police at the temple ask why I want to visit, Danesh and the brahmin advise that I tell them I am interested in Hinduism and have come to India to pray.

The brahmin quickly leads me into the temple. I get patted down by a female security guard, who seemed to only focus on my boobs. I register with the police, who write my passport information down, and let me through, no questions asked.

In what was less than 10 minutes, the brahmin makes me cut through the long line of worshippers to make my offering to the Shiva lingam idol. You can’t linger long, or the police will pull you outside to make room for the next worshipper. Next, the brahmin tells me to sit on the carpet outside the idol’s housing and pray to Shiva for all the things I want. Since I don’t believe in Shiva, I just asked that he protect me from Indians trying to take advantage of me.

As I said, we left the temple as soon as we came in. We stop in front of another idol in the flower shop and the brahmin tells me to repeat a chant after him. We then open a bag of these small white candies that came with the flower offering I purchased. He places a few in my hand, and tells me to eat them. I oblige. I’ve seen this done before.

I get my things, take out my wallet and hand the brahmin 500 rupees. He tells me “Ma’am, the minimum donation is 1000 rupees. You are very lucky to go into this temple.”

“1000?!” I say angrily and immediately shoot the most dirty look I can to Danesh, who is observing nearby.

Feeling so defeated, I don’t even put up a fight.

I hand the brahmin another 500 rupees and quickly leave - seething.

Danesh leads me to my hotel, not saying a word to me. We arrive and I hand him 200 rupees for his services. Even though I hate him, he did tour me around.

He puts his hands up towards his chest, palms facing out, and tells me he doesn’t want my money. He says he could see how unhappy I am.

Danesh leaves and I remain in my hotel for the rest of the night until check out the next day.

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arisirie · 7 years

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*whispers* sorry to everyone who follows me; whenever i get a tad too antsy, i answer ask me memes by myself. the answers and questions are after the cut, so please don't feel obligated to read them

have a nice day! <3

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65 Questions You Aren’t Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

nope. i'm more of a 'believe innocent until proven otherwise' person. or in this case, 'believe real'

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

when i'm with someone else: 2 on my own: 5

3. The person you would never want to meet?

oh? i don't know. i'm generally okay with everyone, even those that others consider 'bad'

4. What is your favorite word?

tintinnabulation: the sound of ringing bells. i love its definition and the way it rolls off my tongue

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

some kind of conifer, i think. maybe pine or fir. i'm pretty sturdy and i love the cold weather

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

'my bangs are assymetrical'

7. What shirt are you wearing?

right now, a dark blue shirt i've had since grade 5

8. What do you label yourself as?

let's see: girl, isfp, choice. that's as much as i'm willing to divulge at the moment

9. Bright room or dark room?

dark room, as long as the lights aren't completely off (i sleep with a nightlight)

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

mm, i woke up a few minutes after twelve. after that, i spent a lot of time thinking

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

thirteen. grade 8 was my favourite grade

12. Who told you they loved you last?

my mother! <3

13. Your worst enemy?

i don't have one. but if we're not talking about people, i really hate spicy food

14. What is your current desktop picture?

a picture of megurine luka

15. Do you like someone?

at the moment, no! but i do like all my friends

16. The last song you listened to?

i'm currently listening to リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー by MACINTOSH PLUS (i'm a big fan of vaporwave) on repeat

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

see #3 and #13

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

see #3, #13, and #17

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

i'd get my brother as a helper, just so he can do a more equal share of his chores

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

i've been told it's my eyebrows

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

i'd probably look like me, but with a very short haircut. i'd love to try talking to some guys though!

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

well, i can type on an old school cellphone pretty quickly. though that comes with practice, since i've had one for about four years now

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

showing my feet in public. yikes

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

nutella + ice cream + sweet bread; i'm a sweet tooth

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

i had this exact same problem the other day (though the money was a gift, not a happenstance)! i spent about $40 on a few books i wanted, but i couldn't figure out what to spend the rest on

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

iceland, iceland, iceland. i've wanted to go there since i was a kid

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out... so what’s it gonna be?

i don't drink (i don't like how alcohol tastes), but i'd get an endless supply of red wine please. for brands, i searched them up and banrock station sounds good

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

"no harming others"

29. What is your favorite expletive?

cheese on a breadstick

my bin of stuffed toys that i got from friends and family

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my first panic attack, probably

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit... you can move to anywhere else in the world!

probably england. it's close enough to iceland, and i'm not as good in any other language as i am in english

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

no one. don't mess with life and death

34. What was your last dream about?

ahhh, something about 'halftipedes.' sometimes i see this weird insect that looks like a mili/centipede in my house, and dream!brother told me that's what they're called

35. Are you a good...[insert anything you’d like here]?

...artist? i guess i'm okay. i'm not the worst, but i wouldn't get into art school

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

the most serious case was for stitches

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yes! i live in a country that snows

38. What is the color of your socks?

grey. they're either grey or black, really

39. What type of music do you like?

i like all music! i'm a big fan of edm, but i also like bossanova, electro swing, baroque pop, rock, etc.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunsets. there's something calming about dark colours

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

i'm generic: chocolate

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

i don't watch soccer often, but i have a soft spot for fc barcelona

43. Do you have any scars?

plenty. i fell a lot when i was younger

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

clinical psychologist!

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

ermmm, probably my indecisiveness

46. Are you reliable?

i like to think i am, yes

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

"are you happy?"

48. Do you hold grudges?

no, but i'm not someone who forgets

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

i'd breed a cat + dog. i'm curious what their kid would look like

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

in recent memory, i had a conversation about how near the near future had to be for it to be considered the near future

51. Are you a good liar?

yep. pretty good. though i always feel guilty after a while

52. How long could you go without talking?

a long time, i think. not that i'd do it, but...

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

when i cut my hair to shoulder length. that looked terrible

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

not my own cake, but i'm baked cakes before

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

the stereotypical asian accent, since i can speak tagalog

56. What do you like on your toast?

butter! i like it when it melts

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

a tree on a field with a person underneath it

58. What would be your dream car?

a dark red bmw

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

no. the weirdest thing i do is think. a lot. i spend more than half of my time in the bathroom thinking instead of actually taking a shower

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yes. as well as ghosts and other supernatural/magical folk (because i really love mythology and folklore)

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

i read it whenever i get the newspaper, but i don't give it much weight. it's just for entertainment

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

'c' for cat. also because it’s the third letter of the alphabet (and my favourite number is 3)

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dinosaurs. i used to read about them all the time. my favourites are the stegosaurus and the plesiosaur

64. What do you think about babies?

they're cute! fussy, yeah, but i can live with that. i'm not thinking of having children though

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

i'll share a fact about myself: i played the baritone horn in my school band. but if i could learn any instrument in the world, i'd like to learn the accordion

#get to know marle #please scroll past!

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je4sse · 7 years

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1-64 65. What is your zodiac sign?

well okay then, i’ll assume it’s the same person... as before it’s all under the cut to save your dashes from being super long

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Unfortunately yes but that should be fixed soon

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 0 i’m not afraid of the dark i’m afraid of what’s lurking in the dark that i can’t see (of which would be a 3)

3. The person you would never want to meet? Can’t think of anyone other than like jack the ripper just cause i’d prefer not to die

4. What is your favorite word? Guacamole it’s fun to say even though i never eat it

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? not sure, i’d want to be a fruit tree but idk what kind of fruit tree

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? “geez i need to get a haircut and redye my hair”

7. What shirt are you wearing? My slytherin shirt hell yeah

8. What do you label yourself as? not entirely sure what this means because i label myself as a million things, book lover, shitty artist, dreamer like there’s a lot of labels

9. Bright room or dark room? lived in dark rooms all my life plus brightness hurts my eyes even if it’s probably better for them in the long run

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? either watching scooby doo or talking to my friend (i need to fix my circadian rhythm)

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? probably 20 even though it can be stressful

12. Who told you they loved you last? still my best friend

13. Your worst enemy? don’t think i have any official enemies, unofficially? i will have my revenge on the middle school bullies by getting rich af and having them work for me

14. What is your current desktop picture? a still of the waterfall from the gravity falls opening, can’t remember where it’s from though

15. Do you like someone? No crushes sorry no juicy gossip for anyone

16. The last song you listened to? just watched diamond jack so... i think it’s called the villain i appear to be but idk the artist

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? i’d probably save it for if someone i knew was in danger tbh

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? no one i’m a wimp it’d break my hand probably, i’d love to learn how to take peoples momentum and use it against them instead

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? i should read through these more thoroughly, thinking through it though anyone i’d pick i’d probably forget the whole slave thing and just accidentally command them like “hey mind getting me a drink too?”

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) uhh... none? wait no my eyes they’re the thing i have the least amount of a problem with

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? wait i get to choose what i look like too? honestly i don’t think i’d do much different except actually go out. i guess i’d be unrecognizable long hair new eye color taller in better shape, tbh i don’t think i’ve thought through that scenario enough

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? i mean not really, i can still put my leg behind my head but that’s not really a talent

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? unique thing i fear? are there any unique fears? i guess one would be being alone like those last man on earth stories being alone in general is fine but entirely? no thanks

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. i pick grilled cheese and ham

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? honestly this’ll be boring i’ll spend it on school books probably (too expensive)

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? even though i don’t speak the language i’d go to Germany

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? the first rule is “Be excellent to each other”

29. What is your favorite expletive? Fuck (i know how original)

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? assuming this happened after i got back home i’d run in and grab my laptop since i’d already have my phone and wallet on me

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? the time that i nearly fell to my death

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! their loss guess i’ll travel to Spain then

34. What was your last dream about? wish i could remember unfortunately this will be a repeat of last time; nuclear annihilation

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? no i’m not a good anything

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? i mean yeah isn’t everyone at birth? i haven’t gotten into any accidents serious enough to warrant a hospital visit though

37. Have you ever built a snowman? yes and snow dogs and igloos (stereotypical Canadian that i am)

38. What is the color of your socks? i have rocket raccoon on my socks! it’s great lol

39. What type of music do you like? cop out answer but everything yes including country and other languages i just listen to what fits my mood

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunsets i’d be too tired to enjoy a sunrise

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? chocolate but i like strawberry too

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) honestly i just don’t much care about sports unless i’m playing them so i don’t know of any teams (again i really need to thoroughly read these)

43. Do you have any scars? only the small ones you wake up with not knowing where they came from

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? not a clue i just plan on being who i’ve always been cause idk what i’ll end up as in the future although i’m hoping by that time my business has taken off and i’m rich (it won’t but i can dream ok)

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? only one thing really? aw uhh my face

46. Are you reliable? yes when i say i’ll do something i will and if its for another person i’ll actually do it instead fo procrastinating

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? “so.... whats my S.O.’s name?”

48. Do you hold grudges? i mean i do but it’s kinda rare

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? gryphons i’d make gryphons so lions and eagles (would a human and bat make vampires?)

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? i had a two hour conversation about murder with two classmates once, we weren’t even in law or criminology...

51. Are you a good liar? i can be but if i have to come up with it on the spot sometimes i’ll end up laughing so.... depends on the situation

52. How long could you go without talking? little over a day then i’d start talking to my self

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? i asked for an inch off the top and the hairdresser interpreted that as buzzing off my hair

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? yes it was delicious

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? no although the voice in peoples heads that they use for thinking, that voice will change accents from time to time, atm it prefers a scottish accent

56. What do you like on your toast? strawberry jam

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? i can’t remember but probably satan (from satan and me)

58. What would be you dream car? a self driving car

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. actually i’m boring i just stand in the shower and think don’t even put on music

60. Do you believe in aliens? yes just due to the probability of it

61. Do you often read your horoscope? not really unless you mean the horoscope meme that was on here for a while

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? C cause it steals K and S’s jobs

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

64. What do you think about babies? they’re adorable when they’re someone elses kid

65. i’d be the rat of the zodiac

let me know if i got zodiac and horoscope backwards promise i’ll fix it

have a great day!

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DEAR WHYPEEPOZS, Don't be afraid of Death or Jail, @ Least in Jail, you can practice ➲Astral Projection When Your Butt Is Literally Free - No Pun Intended, It's an excellent trigger tool, physical restrictions might lead to Out Of Body Experiences - [Theoretical Metaphysics. / actual exp. performed 2X in 2 COP cells.FAIL]

: ➲Question: :How the Hell does one live an entire lifetime on Earth and not expect to go to Jail, Be Arrested unlawfully or not have the thought of death being killed for being of / in a certain shade, for doing absolutely nothing 'AT SOME POINT IN TIME' on ones mind 24 hrs / 365 is the question- What is that experience of non experiencing ,

UPDATED➲Dutch woman, 99, gets 'arrested' just so she can tick it off her bucket list

An elderly Dutch woman named Annie was able to cross off a rather unusual item from her bucket list when she was "arrested" and "booked" into a jail cell at her local police station.

2017- feb 27 Posted Mon at 2:13am - Click

��An entire lifetime soaked in mediocrity, even if self appointed, unqualified and forever authoritative , though misleading where left unchecked , a lifetime of Non direct complimentary syncopation, meaning inexperience, where and if necessary , what's that all about? ? I Can't process, Please I plead to you, tell me, teach me something l don't know .

and goatmouth spiritualists, don't lie and try use these lyrics to prove how holy your arses are - don't tell me about ''you create your own reality B.S. go among southern sudanese or Nigerians in S.A. and repeat that shit , see what they'll do to you - duh)

➲Lyrics 1 : Dear whyte people, don't be scared of jail, in jail you have the best opportunity to practice OBE - Astral projection, they will have your body, but you are still free ----- And when so called death comes, she doesn't come solo, she comes with another who in my case pleaded my case, FELT / STILL FEELS LIKE SHE WAS FULL OF LOVE, A MOTHER'S LOVE OR AN ELDER COMPASSIONATE OVERWHELMING FEELING, I HAD THE FEELING SHE HAS POWER OVER THE CARE-LESS ENERGY I PROCESSED AS NEUTRAL (the interesting sidenote is, she did not delete that memory, regardless the suspicion that I careless too , my big MOUTH LOL ) -, l guess for lack of better words, I'M STILL HERE AM I NOT -Don't be scared of going, if you aren't meant to , you won't be extracted, even if you ask for it ---

THEY MIGHT EVEN COME TO TELL YOUR ARSE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND nudge you to realize that your extraction is not your call to make,and if you continue wishy washy-ness, your ass will truly get whopped in ways beyond the scope of these lyrics (Enough said) -

--- This might sound crazy, ‘’But’ perhaps the most OCCULTISH thing you will ever read, uninitiated - My gift to you - VIDEO: Yankee guy cries unashamedly like a whore scared of ''Jailing' or in better grammar, scared of going to Prison15 Years Hard Labor in N. Korea for Trying to Steal Poster

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➲Lyrics 2: Whypeepoz always like to talk hard and rough on facebook, youtube and offline when they are in groups --

Notice how well behaved they are in court -

MY QUESTION--------------Why are they so scared of jail, or should l have asked, why are Black people , especially like myself so acclimatized to being arrested, being raided , being detained, being kicked in my black ass for wanting to observe the law, and have my rights respected by supposed law enforcers and BEATING YALL ASS IN COURT, INCLUDING YOUR PROSECUTORS, WHY?

In court we dont cry, you freaks cry though -#YALL DIE STANDING, CRY BABY FUCKS

Black man demands respect from Judge, regardless jail -Racial programme called justice

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➲Link 3- #whitepriviledge,

if they weren't caucasians they would have gotten like at least 60 to life for terrorizing babies and for terrorism on US Soil -THEY SHOULD BE RETRIED AND GIVEN DEATH SENTENCES -KILL THEM ALL - Ase /➲FUCK THEM, ROAST THESE TERRORIST RESTLESS PIGS . In my reality, they probably would have faced the ➲firing squad Judge sentences 2 people convicted in Confederate flag / terrorism charge confrontation

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TODAYS OCCULT TIP FOR WHYPEEPOZ (i don't speak to dem directly, so pass it on to dem if you like or know them, #NODEBATE Zzzz same ole same ole daily bullshit they're boring or mostly boring, to me personally, i swear to gawwwrd :'(

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1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?this is a confusing question. but i think yes. sometimes i get really sketched out2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?I'm not afraid of it I just can't see in it like my eyes don't adjust3. The person you would never want to meet?pence he's not even worth it 4. What is your favorite word?boobies or ukulele 5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?the charlie brown christmas tree 6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?what pimple can i pop today7. What shirt are you wearing?a long sleeve button down 8. What do you label yourself as?gay af9. Bright room or dark room?well idk it depends what i'm doing i don't want to sleep in a bright ass room but i don't want to color in a dark room10. What were you doing at midnight last night?sleeping11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?112. Who told you they loved you last?this is sad but i don't remember actually13. Your worst enemy?not worth it14. What is your current desktop picture?a repeat of the cat with glasses 15. Do you like someone?i believe so16. The last song you listened to?whatever was on the radio in my moms car 17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?trump and pence 18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?trump19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?trump/pence and they'd have to be gay for a day20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)my jawline21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?id probably look the same and act the same i am myself no matter the gender22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?i can fold my tongue in half23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?nothing unique just the usual. detachment. being hurt. being alone. 24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.caprese 25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?food26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?arizona to see my gram 27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?good solid beer 28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? in order to sleep i'd actually think about this and my own island who i would invite and what it would look like. but my rule would be don't be dicks 29. What is your favorite expletive?fuqaroo 30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?my clothes, can't be running around all nakie 31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?everything i've been through shaped me today. 32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!this didn't have a question in it but it sounds great. id go to Australia 33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?Mary my grams best friend or my childhood dog buddy34. What was your last dream about?don't remember 35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?person? id like to think so36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?yeah haha for a whole week 37. Have you ever built a snowman?of course i live in ny so 38. What is the color of your socks?they got flowers on them they're green and pink and purps and maroon 39. What type of music do you like?pretty much everything 40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?sunset 41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?i've been chillin with vanilla lately i'm boring but i like the solid oldies. cookies and cream is good too42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)i dont follow religiously either 43. Do you have any scars?yeah pretty bad ones too44. What do you want to be when you graduate?nurse45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?my stubbornness 46. Are you reliable?hell yeahs 47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?the fuck you doin hoe48. Do you hold grudges?no sadly 49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?a cat unicorn 50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?i probably was fucked up and don't remember 51. Are you a good liar?idk am i 52. How long could you go without talking?talking out loud or like texting? i could not talk out loud all damn day but i have to communicate with certain people on my phone 53. What has been you worst haircut/style?my hair has prettt much always been the same 54. Have you ever baked your own cake?yes indeedarooni55. Can you do any accents other than your own?i can talk in different voices56. What do you like on your toast?butter and raspberry jelly 57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?probs a mandala 58. What would be you dream car?a matte black jeep maybe idk im honestly not into sports cars or like lambos. i like simple 59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.i stand there and do nothing and think60. Do you believe in aliens?i don't know honestly 61. Do you often read your horoscope?no62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?Q bc it like can't be ueed without u for the most part, i feel bad for it 63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?dinos64. What do you think about babies?they're cute little squishy aliens. magnificent creatures. remarkable actually.

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