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rosecoloredwriting · 4 years

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Best Friend Tings~

A/N: This idea came to me and then boom! This might be a whole series of headcanons i got so many ideas bro!!!!

Summary: Sometimes in life having a best friend is better than getting a s/o

Pairings: Izuku Midorya x GN!Reader(Platonic), Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader(Platonic), Shoto Todoroki x GN!Reader(Platonic), Hitoshi Shinso x GN!Reader(Platonic)

Izuku Midoriya

We can see from the show he didn’t have any friends before u.a(katsuki doesn’t really count)

So boy must have been lonely before ua like todoroki

He nerded out by himself, no one else to talk to other than mama inko

So meeting you made his life better

he’s up to date on meme culture too

You slide in one vine reference during a convo ONCE when you met and he responds back subconsciously with his own

Instant connection

Like lightning strikes and you both just do the spiderman pointing at each other meme

Vine might be dead but that won’t stop you

Both of you start turning into beams of light

He gets sparkle eyes when you both don’t stop with the vine references

Numbers exchanged and you both find out to be major nerds for certain shows

Late nights are spent sending each other memes/videos and the next day you both are holding in fits of giggles

When the dorms are put in place pure chaos

Yall are inseparable

There’s a lot of sneaking around because guess what you’re doing instead of sleeping

watching✨✨TikToks✨✨

Or watching those Russian car crash videos

You go into a youtube deep dive at 3 am together

One brain cell is shared between you two ok

Deku squad are the vibes ok

Ilida can’t believe how 2 of some of the smartest people he knows can turn the exact opposite

“Ilida can you do us a favor? Would you be willing to run while holding us like balloons?”

“What are you talking about!?”

“Ilida me and (Y/N) thought of having Uraraka join us by making us float and have a rope tied around us with you running around!”

“As your class president I will not allow you to do such a thing-!” Cutting him off you turn to Izuku

“I told he wasn’t gonna say yes.” Sighing in disappoint.

“Should we try Kacchan?”

“I’ll do the talking got it!” You leave behind a dumbfounded Ilida wondering why his friends can be so smart yet do such stupid actions.

Do not be fooled though

You call out izuku when necessary, you both may be chaotic with one another but like hell!!!! you’ll let him slip up because you’re besties and actually have brain cells(sometimes)

From the glare you’re sending him he feels like a disappointment because he caused his bestie trouble and worry

In conclusion: Yall are ride or die

Were talking the strength of the pillars of those temples in Greece

Katsuki Bakugo

It kinda just happened before the classes eyes

Like no one gets how bakugo manages not to blast your eardrums everyday

He just somehow sees you’re genuinely trying to be friends with him and get to know him

At first, he thought you were some extra following him like the rest of Baku squad at first and somehow saw that you don’t see him godly or anything you just really enjoyed being around him

Slowly you both understand one another

He’s kinda scared cause I don’t think bakugo has ever been like close close with someone before

So it’s slow like his friendship with Kiri

Speaking of Kiri cause this is a package deal if your friends with bakugo

You both will just watch him when someone pisses him off

“Someone tried to test him right,” you said while passing Kirishima a water bottle. Coming back from the vending machine.

“Yeah he did” he replies deadpanning at Bakugou’s antics

You may be mostly a duo but its also a trio sometimes

So when he gets captured there’s a 50/50 chance that he will come to you

you managed to get knocked out during the attack so seeing one another safe really just lifts the blanket of fear off

So when the dorms come in he will barge into your room and start up your console and play

This distraction won’t last long cause at some point he just sits there stuck in his head

He holds back tears but you just help him through

Really just strengthens your bond

From then on he comes to you and he’s very vague on details but you just comfort him

somehow you both from this experience learn how to read what the other is feeling

If you have something going on the perceptive as ever bakugo will see and somehow do the thing that just gives you a boost, he’s not either an intimate or verbal guy

He’s trying his best alright

The same goes for you in bakugo accept your just a tad slower and use your words instead

Best friend soulmate ✨✨tings✨✨

One of your past times is either playing fighting games or just relaxing in his room

Like you both will lay on the ground, speaker blasting, taking turns putting on songs

Feeling the vibrations

Its how the aggressive boy cools down/relaxes

Being angry all the time is tiring

One time you were in a room with someone as they insulted bakugou

Right in your face not only did you defend your best friend but you also whooped some ass that day

Conclusion: the best friends that just get each other

Shoto Todoroki

(If you’re an endeavor stan I don’t know what to tell you for this one)

Now hear me out on this

You find Endeavor hilarious

He is just the funniest person to you

Like just looking at him makes you cackle

So when todoroki fights midoriya and he used his fireside everyone was shocked because no one has seen him use it yet!!

But when you see endeavor on the other side of the stadium scream “SHOTOOOOO!” you burst out full-on laughing!!! WHEEZING IF YOU MAY!! Like do you not see his face

When he came back to the stands you just turned to him holding in a laugh

“Hey, Todoroki how are you so serious all the time with your dad looking like that all the time?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Don’t get me wrong he was pissed because like baby just had a mental breakdown but this type of comment is new to him

“Don’t you see how ridiculous he looks with those flames of him like damn. Of all the places! Why his fckin calves!!!!! Like what kind of egotistical man does that”

Todoroki hates his dad so you bashing him really opens up doors for you

Now to me, I think todoroki throws insults at everyone without even knowing himself

Like under his breath he will say a comment you will catch it and hold in a laugh

So you bashing his father made you an a+ in his book

And so the duo begins

Since todoroki does insult people without knowing you are there to be his audience

You will stifle and hold in giggles and laughs as you stand right next or behind him

Once he realized this he subtly increases the amount he says on the daily(These arent basic insults either but they aren’t harmful, plain fun ok)

One time your laughing got to the point Aizawa threatened to separate you two

But still, you helped cracked the boy’s frozen heart

Lots of hugs though cause the boy needs it

Once you’re close enough in the friendship you jump and hug the boy in surprise

Gets a little startled but loves the gesture cause guess what yall are besties

Opening his door, Todoroki meets the sight of you holding a pile of food. Ready for movie night. Quickly placing it down on the coffee table you jump and give him a hug. He stumbles a moment before he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Why are you hugging me? We saw each other all day.”

“Just thought you needed it.” Mumbling a thank you you go to the coffee table. The surface spilling with bags of snacks.

“I have my soba and more if you want any. I even got those candies you like.”

“Really! Thanks Sho-kun! I also got those chips you really enjoyed the last time. So you ready?” With a hum you both sit down opening the food you'll be eating for the rest of the night. Grabbing the remote Shoto hits play, the screen lights up to show the Disney logo.

Many movie marathons and binge-watching nights because you need to show him so much

When these hangouts happen you have hardcore munches together

You both will have a buffet of food because boy does he love his soba and you love to do to bring an entire pile and bag full of food

Just appreciates you and all you do for him

Will definitely sneak in really expensive gifts to you

Loves to watch Disney movies with you

Conclusion: you are the best friend he needs, he wouldn’t have you any other way

Hitoshi Shinso

Both of you met in gen studies class

At this point, everyone in the class knew one another names and stuff and when word got to you of his quirk oh boy

He was minding his business sitting in his desk

Slightly wishing he was dead or wanting to vibe at home

But here you come strutting on over and say hi to him

He was kinda nervous cause everyone knew his quirk and just got all those villain comments

You just talk and say how cool his quirk is and he’s like ‘aw shit here we go again’

Instead, you just ask why he isn’t in the hero course

Like his quirk amazing for that shit

He’s shocked alright

So you both just stick together

You are his wild friend taking him on adventures as he complains saying he would rather watch a movie or do something

Low key in on your plans

He trusts you with his life so don’t take advantage of that

Teases you on a regular basis

Is the type of friend where if he makes fun of or teases you

You’re his friend

at the sports festival, you treat him to lunch because he deserves it!!!!

He made it to the last round

And fought MIDORIYA!!!

“You don’t have to do this you know.” Dragging Hitoshi around the food stands he tries his best to stop you from doing this. Even if it’s your treat he rather pay himself.

“Hitoshi I swear if you don’t just pick what you want for lunch I’m fighting you.”

“I’m being serious you don’t have too. I didn’t even win against him.” You come to a halt both hands on his shoulders. Looking him in the eye you reassure him.

“You may not have won but you made it to the 3rd round. Do you know how amazing that is! A general studies student made it that far! You did that! You showed everyone we might as well be just as good as the hero course students! As your best friend to, I must treat you for this accomplishment.” This time he grabs your wrist. Pulling you around until he sees a food stand that peaks his interest. A soft smile on his face happy to call you his friend and to have someone care for him like you do.

He is the reason why you're an insomniac now

When you blame him for your sleeping schedule he just says in the deepest and seductive voice “it was part of the plan”

Makes you want to punch that handsome face of his(but you wouldn’t you love the boy too much)

Sometimes you guys sneak cats in like your dorms just somehow manage to have cats in them

The fur is everywhere but their you fur babies

You both spend your time playing board games and sometimes inviting the deku squad cause Hitoshi has a pretty chill relationship with Izuku(plus their too social for their own good)

So things become waaaaaaaay more lively

Both of your social batteries though are completely empty

There is late-night cuddling though as weird as it sounds

when you take turns slipping in one another’s dorm you both manage to hug like it’s super platonic and just find it comforting waking up to one another

the bond so strong that you protect one another even when you sleep

Conclusion: the besties that mess around one another but are like this🤞

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Hi I’m back!💗 I was wondering (if it’s not too big of a hassle) if you could do a Plank All Over Me but they do a relationship test. Like the one Meghan Trainor and her husband did for buzzfeed? Love you tons!-✨

Plank All Over Me - Couples Tag Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

AN: you do NOT have to have read the others to understand this. Enjoy :)

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me 1 & Yoga Edition

“Hi, I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled widely at the camera.

“And I’m actually excited to be in this video.” You nodded in approval now that you and Tom were doing a normal video that didn’t require either of you to get into painful positions.

“You never say your name when we do these. You always say something else.” Tom looked at you as he realized the pattern with the intros of the videos you did together. “This is my girlfriend Y/n L/n by the way, everyone. Please pardon her manners.” He cracked a smile.

“Yeah, but I do it on purpose. Its like my thing for these kinds of videos.” You explained yourself to Tom.

“Oh.” He deadpanned, pretending not to care about your explanation. You laughed at his serious expression.

“I can’t believe this video turned into our breakup.” You said to the camera and he laughed beside you.

“Can we both cry so they have something for the thumbnail?” He suggested to the camera crew.

“Or, better idea, hear me out.” You looked between Tom and the camera. “We start the video.”

“That’s a great idea.” Tom pulled your chair closer to his and slung an arm around you. “I’m Tom, this is Y/n, and we’re doing the Buzzfeed Couples Tag.”

“So first we have to check off what we know about each other.” You said as you scanned the list of questions while Tom kissed the side of your head. “Do you want to just do a back and forth?”

“Sure. I’ll go first.” Tom pulled the completed closer to himself. “When’s my birthday?”

“June 1st 1862.” You answered confidently.

“Perfect.” Tom player along. “Your turn.”

“My age?” You read off the screen.

“Trick question, you’re timeless.” Tom smiled and you gushed. “Just kidding guys, shes 53.” He said to the camera.

“I’m just not but okay.” You muttered.

“What’s my zodiac sign?” Tom read.

“Little bitch?” You asked.

“You got it.” Tom nodded. You laughed and kissed his cheek.

“What’s my favorite movie?” You asked.

“That’s easy. It’s a tie between Spiderman: Homecoming, Spiderman: Far From Home and Spies in Disguise, out this Christmas.” Tom winked at the camera after he listed off his own films.

“You were close.” You pointed at him. “It’s actually a tie between Deadpool, Definitely Maybe, and The Proposal.”

“But…” Tom faltered. “But those are all Ryan Reynolds movie.”

“Yea, but that’s just because I wish he was my boyfriend instead of you.” You said with fake seriousness.

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded as he went along with your joke. “It’s funny though, I haven’t seen any videos of you planking over Ryan Reynolds so…” ,he clicked his tongue.

“Thats because Ryan and I like to keep those videos private, don’t we baby?” You shot a wink at the camera.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough before I actually get mad.” Tom laughed. “And you have never seen Definitely Maybe.”

“Yes I have.” You defended. “That’s the one where they’re British and the little boy from Nanny McPhee plays the drum.”

“That’s Love Actually, and you gave the worst possible description of it, so congratulations.” Tom commemorated you as you laughed.

“We just got so off topic. Who even asked the last question?” You wondered.

“I’ll go.” He looked at the computer for the next question. “What’s my coffee order?”

“Here we go.” You roll your eyes at the ceiling. “Tom doesn’t drink coffee. He drinks sugar with a few spoonfuls of tea in it.”

“Yes, I do.” Tom confirmed. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There’s gonna be something wrong with that when all your teeth fall out. Do you want to be bald and have no teeth? Is that what you want?” You pretended to heckle him.

“That’s weird, I don’t see that question on the computer.” Tom said as he squinted at the computer, pretending to inspect the quiz.

“That’s because I made it up.” You said.

“That’s because I made it up.” Tom mimicked. Your eyes went wide and he bent over laughing. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean that.”

“The title of this video is gonna be Couples Tag leads to a break up?” You did an over exaggerated shrug. “With pictures!”

“And then “shocking!” in parenthesis.” Tom added on, poking fun at the youtube titles you were so used to seeing.

“Emotional!” You put your hand over your heart.

“Can we keep going?” Tom asked through his laughter.

“Yes, sorry.” You laughed and looked at the computer. Oh now it’s generic questions. Does your significant other have any bad habits?”

“No.” Tom said after thinking for a moment. “I’m perfect.”

“Oh, I know. His bad habit is that when he gets scared, he goes like this,” you pull your arm back and make a fist, “as if he’s about to deck someone.”

“That’s just my flight or fight response, darling. I won’t apologize for it.” Tom quipped.

“But you always choose fight!” You laugh. “Do you know how many times I’ve seen him about to punch a clump of hair?” You said to the camera.

“It looks like a spider! Your hair is all over the damn flat and it looks like a spider.” Tom brought up a common argument you two had.

“Okay, but why are you trying to punch a spider?” You defended.

“That’s an excellent question, my love, that I do not know the answer to.” Tom said with a smile and you double over laughing at the stupid argument. “Can you imagine walking into our home and seeing me about to punch a spider?” He chokes out through his laughter.

“Wait,” you wipe your eyes and try to compose yourself before giggling again, “remember that one time with the wind-“

“Don’t mention the wind chimes!” He cuts you off, which makes you laugh harder. “We swore to never speak of that day.”

“You swore.” You pointed out. “I just kept apologizing to the man.”

“Next question.” Tom said quickly. “When and where did we meet?”

“We met on the set of BBC Radio 1, in the studio when we filmed the Plank All Over Me challenge last year.” You recalled with a fond smile.

“Awww. I remember that.” Tom smiled at the memory and leaned over to kiss you. “Look at us now.”

“I know. You’re bald and I’m cheating on you with Ryan Reynolds.” You said with a dreamy expression.

“What was that?” Tom pretended not to hear you.

“I said where was our first date?” You read the next question.

“Oh, we went to that ice cream shop in Soho and got milkshakes.” Tom remembered the first time you’d gone out together.

“Tom told me he wanted to take me out for a drink but didn’t want me to think he was trying to get me drunk, so he took me out for milkshakes.” You recalled to the camera with a fond smile. “I thought that was so cute when you told me.”

“I’m glad you thought me being a massive nerd was cute.” Tom chuckled and you kissed his cheek repeatedly.

“It worked didn’t it? You got me.” You cooed.

“That’s right. I got you.” He smiled proudly and kissed you again, pulling you close. You rested your head on Toms shoulder for the remainder of the video.

“Where and when was our first kiss?” He asked.

“Our first kiss was in your bedroom after I beat you in a game of Wii tennis.” You said proudly.

“That’s right.” He grinned. “The first of many.”

“Just kidding. We’ve been together ten months and have not kissed since that day.” You deadpanned to the camera.

“We kissed twice in this video alone.” Tom pointed out.

“Sounds false.” You shrugged and felt his shoulders move under your head as he laughed.

“Anyway, Y/n was going crazy over winning and rubbing it in my face and I just grabbed her and kissed her.” Tom reminisced about the moment you had first kissed.

“I still don’t know if he actually wanted to kiss me or he just wanted to shut me up.” You joked.

“I don’t know that either darling.” Tom chuckled.

“Thank God.” You laughed. “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

“I did, about four weeks in.” Tom nodded as he did the math in his head. “But I knew I loved you long before that.”

“Aw.” You beamed. “I still haven’t said it.” You deadpanned to the camera.

“She’s just kidding.” Tom assured the camera. You shook your head and mouthed “no.” Tom caught your reaction and pretended to tear up.

“I’m kidding.” You giggled and pulled him into a hug. “I love you.”

“Okay.” Tom let out a pretend breath of relief. “I was worried for a minute there.”

“Aw, no.” You bit your tongue between your teeth. “What’s the next question?”

“What’s my shoe size?” He asked.

“Huge. What’s my favorite song lyric?” You continued.

“So we’re gonna ignore that last answer?” Tom looked at the camera in fear. “Okay. You love the lyrics “so why don’t we go somewhere only we know?” and they always make you cry.”

“Do you remember why I love that song?” You asked him. “I told you on our first date.”

“Because it makes you think of Bridge to Terabithia.” He knew the answer immediately.

“Yes.” You smiled warmly at the thought of your favorite childhood movie. “Nothing crushes us.” You quoted.

“I haven’t seen that in so long.” Tom realized. “Can we watch it when we get home?”

“Of course we can. I’m always down to see Josh Hutcherson.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “Ask your next question.”

“Do you think Josh Hutcherson is better than me?” Tom pretended to read the question off the screen.

“Well, he survived the Hunger Games with nothing but baking skills and you died when some dude snapped his fingers, so I think the question answers itself.” You said.

“It wasn’t some dude, it was a titan.” Tom defended. “And Peeta was lying on the floor for half the Games. I actually fought.”

“Look at the material.” You shrugged.

“I can’t stand you. Ask your question.” Tom laughed.

“What did I wear on our first date?” You read. “Who remembers that?” You asked the camera.

“You had on a dark red turtleneck and a little black skirt.” Tom recalled and you looked impressed. “Your hair was half up half down and curled and you had a little black ribbon in it.” He smiled.

“I guess Tom remembers that.” You said with an approving nod.

“How could I forget? You were the prettiest girl in that ice cream shop.” He complimented you.

“I was also the only girl who wasn’t 7.” You pointed out.

“Wait, I think that was our last question.” Tom realized as he tried to scroll down but couldn’t anymore. “I guess that’s it. Thanks for watching our Couples Tag with Buzzfeed.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“Can we go home and watch Bridge to Terabithia now?” You asked as you rubbed his arm.

“Yes, lets go home.” He grinned.

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licenselesswriter · 3 years

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Ten Duel Commandments CH5

Duel Before The Sun is in the Sky

Friday, January 24, 2020

Maya wasn't the one who always remember the dates of important things, and even with her particular situation, she knew that he knew that today was their one-year anniversary. And that's why her relaxed posture gave one peaceful message, but her eyes wanted to kill him.

Lucas looks at his teammate, feeling for a second that he was in danger, "Sorry, Alex, but today, I have a date," he suddenly confesses.

Zay, surprised, looks at Maya, who was dumbfounded just like him.

Alex looks at him with a sincere smile, "Ohhh, Friar is back in the game? Good for you," he congratulates him, "Sadly, you're gonna make a lot of people mad at you," he adds.

Lucas looks at Alex, "Really? Why?" he asks.

"Well, we kinda bet on your sex, and dating life," he confesses.

Lucas gives Alex a disappointed look, "That's fantastic, do I want to know more?" he asks.

"Well, I'm, after all the mess you went with blondie there and her brunette friend, still have ten bucks on Missy, and thirty on Chai," he adds, "So please, tell me you're making me richer," he adds.

Lucas looks at him, confused, "I'm sorry, still?" he asks.

"Yeah, the pool says that you're gonna end with Brandon," Alex answers.

"Beg your pardon? Brandon?" Zay interferes.

"He's a line back runner," Alex explains, "Also good grades, and looks like Friar here love smart partners," he adds.

"He's right about that," Lucas says to Zay before giving Maya a fast glance.

"Excuse you," Zay says at him, "I'm Lucas's best friend. I've known him the longest. He got kicked out of school in Texas for me," he adds before facing Lucas, "My friend, if I wanted, I would rock your fucking world," he states, looking at his best friend directly into his eyes.

"Could you be any gayer?" Lucas asks his best friend.

"For God's sake, stop Chandlering me," Zay replies.

Alex looks at both of them, "You might not be gay, but you two are a married couple," he adds, "Ok, now, Friar, tell us who is the pretty lady joining you tonight," he continues.

"Relax, I'm going out with my Mom. She needs a few things from Bartlett yarns," Lucas lies.

Zay looks at him, "Oh, so in the end, you are gay," he teases him.

"Whatever you say, understudy," Lucas replies, mocking that he took the leading role in the school play last year.

"Asshole," Zay replies.

Alex put his hand on Lucas's shoulder, giving him a pity look, "See? Married couple," he says.

After their conversation, the bell rings, and they all part ways, Isadora and Maya to History, Lucas and Zay to Spanish.

Once the boys where in the classroom, Zay finally asks, "Were you serious about going out with your mom today?" he asks

"Señor Babineaux, por favor, estamos en clase de español, asi que use español para sus conversaciones con el señor Friar (Mr. Babineaux, please, we're in Spanish class, so, use spanish for your chats with Mr. Friar,)" Señora Feinstein-Chang said to her student.

"La señora Feinstein-Chang tiene razon mi amigo, estamos en clase de español, usa español por favor (Mrs. Feinstein-Chang is right my friend, we're in Spanish class, use Spanish please,)" Lucas comments on his teacher's words.

Zay looks at Lucas, unamused, "Hijo de (Son of,)" he wanted to say, only to be cut by the teacher.

"Señor Babineaux, si termina esa oracion, tendra un mes de detencion (Mr. Babineaux, if you finish that sentence, you will have one month of detention,)" she treats him.

Zay looks at Lucas, confused.

Lucas smiles, "One-month detention if you finish that sentence," he translates for him.

Zay looks to the ground, "Tu as de la chance que ce soit un cours d'espagnol (You're lucky this is a Spanish course,)" he mutters to Lucas in french.

Lucas chuckles until he felt the glare Mrs. Feinstein-Chang was giving them.

Once their classes ended, Maya walked into Topanga's for the first time since her fight with Riley five months ago, and once she saw her friends there, a pinch of pain and sorrow pierce her heart. Since Farkle's break-up with Isadora, Maya has been refraining herself from putting a foot in places where they are both alone, not because they don't want her with them, but because of the shame she felt for putting Isadora before Farkle.

But this time was different. This time, they call her, they reach first, which was a first for them. Maya looks at Topanga on the counter and gentle waves to her before walking to their friends. Once she was in front of them, she breaks their silence, "Mind if I use this spot?" she asks them.

Riley looks at her like she was a saint, "Please," she softly says.

Maya sits in front of them before looking at Farkle, "How bad are you handling things?" she asks.

Farkle looks at her like he was dead, "How you know I'm handling things bad?" he asks in a depressive tone.

"You were almost at my level of boredom in science. That speaks volumes," Maya answers.

"I've had better days," Farkle softly says, "No idea a break-up can be this messy, and it's only been a month," he adds.

Maya gently put her hand over his friend's hand, "Life is messy, and even when you feel bad right now, take it as new knowledge," she says, trying to comfort him.

Farkle looks back at her, "I doubt I can get anything from this," he replies.

Maya gives him a compassionate look, "At least you get the truth about you," she says, almost letting him know what she knows.

Surprised, Farkle feels the blood rush to his face, "That doesn't make me feel good at all," he replies, looking to the side, avoiding Maya's eyes.

Maya gently put her hand over Farkle's hand and caress it, giving him support, "Trust me, one day, it will," she says.

Riley looks at Maya with a soft smile, "Is that what you learned from my uncle?" she asks.

Maya chuckles, "In a way," she answers.

"Can't wait for you to become my aunt," Riley says, caressing Maya's hand.

Maya takes a deep breath and chuckles again, "We both know that's not gonna happen," she says, "But I like your enthusiasm," Maya adds.

Farkle looks at Riley, like doing some strange math in his head, "Wait, you're seeing someone?" he asks.

Riley immediately turns her head to Farkle, "Come on. She would never hide something like that from us," Riley fastly defends Maya.

Maya felt her stomach drops while her friends debate about her personal life, "Please, if I wanted to hide something, I could, perfectly," she nervously says.

Riley chuckles, "Yeah, maybe for a week, but that's not much," she replies.

Maya looks down, controlling her nerves, "I think I would be able to hide it a bit more than a week," she softly says.

"One month of homework says you can't hide it more than three months," Farkle bets.

Maya looks away from them, 'Boy, how wrong you are now,' she thinks to herself.

A few hours later, Maya walks into her apartment, only to find candles and the table already on, "Mom? I'm interrupting something?" she asks, hearing music from the kitchen.

Lucas walks out of her kitchen swaying to the rhythm of the music, "You don't have to say you love me, you don't have to say nothing, you don't have to say you're mine," he sings to Maya alongside the song on the background, "Sorry, not your Mom, different shade of blonde," he adds, before walking back into the kitchen.

"Shouldn't you be with your mom?" Maya asks.

Lucas comes back, this time with a rose on his hand, "Now you know Lucas Friar can lie like a pro," he answers before putting a soft kiss on her lips, "Also, you really thought I would forget our one-year anniversary?" he asks.

Maya looks at him, surprised, "Not gonna lie, you did one hell of a job with that lie, Friar," she says, gently passing her hands around his hips.

"Trust me. I would never forget the day you finally let me kiss you," Lucas replies, gently giving her the rose before kissing her again.

"What can I say? An elaborate lie, candlelight dinner, a rose, and a Harry Styles song, you bring your A-game today," she teases him before put a soft kiss on his lips.

Lucas holds Maya from her waist and looks directly into her eyes, "Want to guess what I made fr dinner?" he asks.

"I don't need to, my nose told me," she replies, gently caressing his waist with her fingers, "I love when you talk lasagna to me," she adds.

Lucas smiles at her, "I love you," he says to Maya.

Maya smiles back at him, "I love you too," she replies, "Now, lasagna, please," she adds.

Lucas chuckles, "At your service," he says before moving a few feet from her and walk into the kitchen.

Once they finish dinner, Lucas takes Maya to the couch, "Ok, you stay there, cozy and hot as usual, I'll be back in a minute," he says before running to the kitchen.

"Bring me Cheetos, please," she asks him.

"Check my bag next to the couch," he shouts from the kitchen.

Maya takes his bag, only to find a bag of Cheetos, a few cans of her favorite apple soda, and a DVD, "For real? you got me Cheetos, LaCroix Apple, and a movie? Now I feel bad because I only got you lingerie," she shouts back.

Lucas walks back with two cups of hot cocoa, "You mean lingerie for you to show off on me or lingerie for me?" he asks, hoping for the first option.

"Lingerie for me to show off, but now that you say it, I might get you Lingerie too. I bet you're going to look sexy AF with some," she teases him.

"Please, no," Lucas replies, giving her one of the cups, "You look good on that, not me. I look good on jeans," he adds.

"Also without them," Maya comments.

"Awww, you love me," Lucas says before sitting next to her.

"I do, now, movie," she says, poking his cheek.

Lucas takes the DVD from the case, "I know you think I got myself boyfriend points with the lasagna, but I'm gonna get more for this," he says before putting the DVD on the DVD player. The TV goes black, while Lucas turns off the lights before coming back to Maya.

"Is this 'Don't look behind you'?" Maya asks.

Lucas kisses her forehead, "Yeah, and after this, 'Held for Ranson'," he answers.

"I guess someone is gonna have a busy night tonight," Maya flirts with him.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Lucas slowly wakes up, and as soon as his eyes open, they land on Maya painting a few feet away from him, making him smile, "You know, a man can get used to waking up to this view," he says, enjoying the lack of clothes his secret girlfriend was wearing.

Maya keeps painting without looking at him, "Yeah? Well, a woman can get used to sleeping next to you, even with your snores," she replies.

"I don't snore," Lucas defends himself getting up from her bed before gently hugging her from behind.

"Yeah, you do," she continues, feeling his warmth.

"You're mean to me," Lucas says, kissing her shoulder, "Should I make breakfast?" he asks.

Maya stays silent for a few seconds, "You know, I was thinking," she starts.

"That's new," Lucas teases her.

Maya hits him with her brush, painting his face, "As I was saying, I was thinking," she resumes, "Maybe we can go out for breakfast," she adds.

"Why? I mean, not against that, but people might see us," he questions her.

Maya smiles, still facing her canvas, "So?" she asks before turning to look at him, "Would that be so bad?" she asks.

"Are you for real?" Lucas asks, half happy, half surprised.

"Yeah, I mean, secret or not, you're still my boyfriend of one year who gives me a nice anniversary dinner," she answers, "You earn that," she adds.

Surprised, Lucas looks at her with a massive smile on his face, "I'm still dreaming?" he asks, making her laugh.

"You want me to take my offer back?" she asks back.

"Ohhh, and offer and a teasing in one morning, girl, you know how to push my buttons," Lucas replies before kissing her lips, "Where you want to have breakfast?" he asks.

"I have a place," she answers before turning to Lucas, kissing his lips, "But first," she says before gently push him into her bed.

"God, I love Saturdays," Lucas says with a smile.

Around an hour and a half later, Maya and Lucas walk into the Nighthawk Diner.

"Ok, still feels like home," Maya says.

"You're so cute when you remember things like that," Lucas comments before putting a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm always cute," Maya replies, softly punching his arm, "Let's get a table," she adds, pulling him by his hand.

"Maya!" They both heard as soon as they sit.

"Maddie!" Maya says, hugging the waitress that called her.

"How is my favorite teen doing?" she asks before landing eyes on Lucas, "Oh? And this gentleman is?" she asks.

Lucas looks at her, "Lucas Friar," he introduces himself before looking at Maya, "I'm her friend," he says.

"Friend?" Maddie asks Maya.

"Boyfriend," Maya corrects her, making Lucas smile.

"The Texas boy?" she asks.

"Yeah," Maya answers.

"I'm so happy for you, Maya," Maddie says, caressing Maya's shoulder in approval, "Great to meet you, Lucas. You can't go wrong with her," she adds.

Lucas looks at Maya, "I know," he replies.

Maddie looks the way Lucas looks at Maya, wishing to have someone that looks at her the way Lucas looks at Maya, "Full breakfast?" she asks Maya.

"You know me so well," Maya replies, watching her Mother's former coworker leave them with a smile.

"I'm gonna put aside the fact that you called me boyfriend to ask, 'the Texas boy?'" Lucas asks, trying to mask his happiness for being called her boyfriend in public.

"Let's say that thanks to my Mother, everyone knows who you are here," Maya replies.

"Have I ever mention how much I like your Mom?" he asks, making Maya chuckle.

"A few times," Maya says.

Lucas chuckles, "You know, I wonder if your Mom was able to tell how I was feeling for you way before me?" he asks.

Maya smiles at him, "Who knows?" she replies, keeping to herself all the nights her Mother warn her that he looks at her in the same way Shawn looked at her when they marry.

A few minutes later, Maddie came back with two sets of eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, and pancakes, "Two sets of full breakfast, syrup for the gentleman, and for my favorite teen, whipped cream too," she says, putting everything on the table.

"Can I?" Lucas asks, trying to get some of her whipped cream.

"That depends on how much you value our private time together," Maya answers.

Lucas gives her an offended look, "Are you seriously holding sex for whipped cream?" he asks.

"You would be surprised about how many foods I would hold sex for," she replies.

"I'm dating the sin of gluttony," he teases her.

Maya smiles and puts the whole cream over her pancakes, "You're damn right, Huckleberry," she says before start eating.

After one good and nutritious breakfast, they keep enjoying each other's company until Lucas was the first to get up, "If you excuse me, this has been way too much coffee," he says before walking to the bathroom.

"You're a pig," Maya comments.

Lucas blows her a kiss, "Your pig," he replies before disappearing into the corridor.

As if it was the most normal thing, Maya takes advantage of Lucas being out to steal his bacon, "You go, you lose," she says.

After five minutes of her stealing Lucas's breakfast, Maya heard a voice that she would recognize anywhere, "Maya?" she listened to her back.

Maya turns over, and there he was, Josh Matthews, "Josh?" she says.

"In the flesh," he replies with a smile before sitting on Lucas's seat, "Having breakfast with my niece?" he asks, taking off his sunglasses.

Maya blurt a chuckle, nervous, "Nope," she replies, "What you're doing here?" she asks.

"Hangover breakfast," he answers, "So, who's breakfast I'm eating?" he asks, taking one of the bacon strips on the plate.

Maya felt her stomach drop when she saw Lucas behind Josh, "That would be mine," he says.

"Howdy?" Josh says, confused.

"Hello," Lucas says.

Josh moves to the side, and Lucas takes his rightful place, "I'm gonna guess you only take one strip of bacon," Lucas says, looking at Maya.

"Guilty," Josh confesses. Maddie walks to them, and as soon as she was close enough, Josh smiles at her, "Hello Mads," he greets her.

"Joshy," Maddie replies, "Hangover breakfast?" she asks.

"Mads, you need to know that I love you to the moon and back," Josh says, thanking her.

"You're lucky my husband likes you," Maddie replies, making him laugh.

"Tell Oliver, I love him too. I don't want him to spit on my milkshake," he jokes.

"Please, we have ethics," Maddie replies walking from the table.

Josh smiles before focusing on Lucas and Maya again, "So, breakfast problem fixed," he states, "Did you went to a party that you're having breakfast together?" he asks.

Lucas looks at Maya and felt his stomach drop, he knew she would make something up, and he knew it wasn't for Josh, but Riley, but he still didn't like it.

Maya felt Lucas eyes on her and smiles at him, "Actually, we're having an anniversary breakfast," she confesses.

Surprised, Lucas looks at her, "Are you sure?" he asks, completely ignoring Josh's expression.

"Wait, so, my niece finally got over Howdy?" Josh asks.

Maya and Lucas look at each other in silence, only to face Josh's surprised expression.

"Wait, she doesn't know?" he asks.

"Yet," Lucas fastly says.

Josh looks at Maya with a disappointed look, "Man, that's fucked up," he says.

"We know," Maya says.

Maddie finally brings Josh's breakfast, "I need something to process that," he says and starts devouring his french fries.

Maya and Lucas let him eat in silence, and once his fries we're done, he looks at his burger, "Please tell me this is new," he says, taking a sip of his milkshake.

Lucas looks at Maya, worried.

"A year," Maya answers.

"What?!" Josh exclaims.

"We've been secretly dating a year," Maya confirms.

Lucas takes her hand and softly caress it, "I know this might be much, but can you please let us handle it?" he asks him.

Josh looks at Lucas and grabs his milkshake, "You, me, outside, now," he says.

Maya grabs Lucas hand, and he gives her a tranquilizing look, "Don't worry, it will be fine,"

Once they were outside, Josh takes Lucas aside where Maya wasn't able to hear them, "Ok, I have a few questions, so if I think you don't answer truthfully, I will tell my niece, do we have a deal?" he asks.

"Not like I have an option, so, deal," Lucas agrees.

"When you discover that you were in love with her?" Josh starts.

"Easy," Lucas says, "It was the day she went with Riley looking for herself and came back showered in purple paint," he answers.

"The day the triangle started?" Josh asks.

"Kinda," Lucas replies, "Trust me, I picked Maya that day, but she turns me down for Riley's well being," he adds.

"Wait, you went on the whole triangle thing because of her?" Josh asks.

"Yeah," Lucas replies, resting his back against the wall.

"Man, that's fucked up," Josh states.

"I know," Lucas comments.

"Let's go back inside," Josh says.

As soon as they come back, they notice how the rest of Lucas's bacon was gone.

"Don't judge me, stress eating," Maya defends herself.

Josh sits in front of his burger and takes a bite, then wash it with a bit of his milkshake, "You need to tell her, soon," he warns Maya, "Also, I'm gonna pretend this breakfast never happened," he adds, before looking at Lucas, "The chat we had outside, didn't happen," he then turns at Maya, "The fact that you are a couple now? I don't know anything about it," he continues, "Do we have a deal?" he asks.

Lucas and Maya look at each other, and Maya finally answers, "We do," she says.

(I don’t like Josh, but this time, i’m not gonna make him the bad guy)

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Can you post photos of the stuffed animals? 🥺 Or at least your favorites?

bro you’re in luck you get to see ALL OF THEM(or at least everything i can see without getting out of bed yet). this is gonna be EXTENSIVE. names if applicable and lore will be under the photos :)

simba!! this dudes 10 years older than me but he’s just vibing, this dudes probably the oldest stuffed animal i have and like the longest time ive had one but it never occurred to me til now!

i’ll go left to right top to bottom here.

1. batman aka the only dude i ever won at an amusement park. it was six flags and that game where you spray water at the target by the way

2. you can’t see him but he’s a panda my friend got me two years ago, he doesn’t have a name yet because im bad at names. you wouldn’t think he’s newer though because i hug that one a lot so he’s been very loved :)

3. this dude’s name is applefur :’) i’ll just leave it at i lowkey had a warrior cats phase as a kid. he’s one of the dudes i had back when like. i was a kid playing with toys,, he has a very happy personality i love him very much

4. (first on bottom) patti, a mysterious friend of mysterious origins. no seriously i can’t remember where i got them. a thrift store maybe????? they’re a friend though. what i like about beanie babies (and certain webkinz like applefur) is that they can fit in a big pocket so you can take them on adventures :)

5. bucky!!! we went on vacation to new hampshire one year, everybody hated it except me! i’d pick new england mountains over any fuckin beach any day. i love it. anyway that being said his name was in honor of a different vacation moment. last summer we went to virginia, this specific place was like crawling with deer (which was wonderful!!! the only thing i liked!! well ok the arcade too but..) and i had a moment getting really close to a deer. like within a few feet.. i heard someone yell and thought i was in trouble but the dude gave me a carrot. this deer’s name was bucky and he was a regular, people just fed the dude. of course i had to put it on the ground for him to pick up but it was still super nice :) bucky is a good friend

6. i don’t think this dude has a name?? i’m pretty sure he too was a thrift friend. mysterious lad but another pocket adventurer if i’m wearing my super big denim jacket :)

same arrangement as last?? i guess??

1. i’ll sometimes call this dude mumble like in happy feet but i don’t think any name’s specifically stuck?? they’re such a joyful penguin though.. :) 🖤

2. i. i don’t know their name. an insurance company gave my middle school a bunch of stuffed dogs with their logo on it so i just. got two? i don’t know where the other dude went.. :( my edgy “i hate everything and i don’t respect stuffed animals” phase was in 7th/8th grade and i am not fucking proud of it. he’ll turn up though..

3. ehh since they’re so tall LOLA! my slightly possessed friend here makes an excellent pocket buddy and they’re v soft like a lil kitten and sometimes i will just. deadass talk to them as i go through my thought processes which is fun.. i love lola :)

4. this friend i believe was a gift from my gramma, she’s got a big hole near her foot though so i need to patch that up :(

5. he doesn’t have a name either (y’all are welcome to suggest names for my nameless friends by the way!!!) but was a gift from my sister a few years back :)

6. tracker! i literally do NOT know where he came from he just turned up in the house one day and nobody claimed him so of course i adopted the lad,, sometimes i still wonder though,,,,,

this is a really bad picture but everybody was falling!!!

1. sammy! like samson because the wild was a movie i really liked growing up, i’m,,,,using him like a pillow as i do this :’)

2. (horse friend) i think i started calling him rusty because of this horse i met who was lovely handsome and stepped on my foot once?? wait shit my writing teacher named him....oh fuck i forgot the name i’ll get back to this......this dude was totally my stuffed unicorns boyfriend.. where is that unicorn i gotta find them so they can reunite 🖤

3. beagle hidden behind everyone! i sometimes would call her jessie because growing up i had a beagle named jessie and she was like a mama dog,, she’d always look out for me. but like i don’t think they should have the same names so bear with me and offer suggestions if you want I guess??

4. chip! a lovely cat friend with those ghibli cat ears ☺️ i can almost guarantee she’s a thrift friend

5. (polar bear 1) fritz! my writing teacher named him, he’s just vibing out man,, v good pocket friend as well

6. (polar bear 2?) never named them, they got a heart they’re holding though and were a gift in a middle school secret santa from a friend who i guess might have liked me?????? we were weird kids who knows

7. scooby doo but you can’t see him :’) his origin is another mystery on our hands

8. (another horse friend) i guess his names oklahoma?? my dad used to go on a lot of business trips so would sometimes get souvenirs for us. this dude was mine,, he held my phone while watching the g interview yesterday, he’s nice :)

9. cinders! fell in love w him at a fair once and couldn’t leave without him his face is the epitome of joy!!!!

(pardon my homosexual posters)

easily we got cheer bear, who was collectors edition but too soft to keep in the box, and funshine! funshine here was based off this movie which in retrospect was slightly traumatizing, he can still sing a song from the movie if i turn his box thing on though! it’s called “all i wanna do is make ‘em laugh” or something like that!! the full movies on youtube if you want that experience

the owl doesn’t have a name, i’ve only had them for like 5 months (short time when the days fly by ok??) but they’re a generous defender. then there’s swiftheart rabbit but they’re my mom’s and i don’t want to damage them even though it hurts :( oh! also g masterfully displaying his creation— jumba style!!!

this pug friend doesn’t have a name, he was also a gift from my sister though! he barks if you squeeze him! it’s given me many heart attacks at night. and then this reindeer lad.. his name miiight be dasher which is a nod to my emotional support gerard way song??? but i can’t remember and don’t wanna guess..

OH also rainbow dash :)

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anyway that’s everyone i can see right now but i hope you weren’t bored to death i enjoyed this almost hour talking about these friends and will proceed to actually get up now :D thank you for asking!!!!!!

#anyone: h #me: NGJCDIWKKCNFKWKJS*infodumps*#long post

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And then the president commutes their sentences, dangles pardons to keep them quiet, or tries to prevent them from cooperating with authorities? When he’s fined millions of dollars for illegally using his charity as a slush fund? When he cheats on his taxes? When he helped his parents avoid taxes, too? I remember you once told me the story of a police officer in your department who was caught filling up his personal car with gas paid for by the city. The problem, you said, wasn’t just the mistake. It was that when he was confronted by it, he lied. But the cameras showed the proof and so he was fired, for being untrustworthy most of all. Would you fire Trump if he worked for you? What kind of culture do you think your work would have had if the boss acted like Trump? As for the lying, that’s the craziest part, because we can, as the kids say, check the receipts: Was it bad enough to call John McCain a loser? Yes, but then, of course, Trump lied and claimed he didn’t. Bad enough to cheat on his wife? Yes, but of course, he lied about it, and committed crimes covering it up (which he also lied about). Was it bad enough to solicit help from Russia and Wikileaks in the election? Yes, but then he, his son, and his campaign have lied about it so many times, in so many forums, that some of them went to jail over it. Was it stupid that, in February, Trump was tweeting about how Covid-29 was like the flu and that we didn’t need to worry? Yes, but it takes on a different color when you listen to him tell Bob Woodward that in January he knew how bad it was, how much worse it was than even the worst flu, and that he was deliberately going to downplay the virus for political purposes. I’m sure we could quibble over some, but The Fact Checker database currently tallys over 20,000 lies since he took office. Even if we cut it in half, that’s insane! It’s impossible to deny: Trump lied, and Americans have died because of it. A friend of mine had a one-on-one dinner with Trump at the White House a while back. It was actually amazing, he said. Half the evening was spent telling lies about the size of his inaugural address. This was in private — not even for public relations purposes, and years after the controversy had died down. That’s when he realized: The lying is pathological. It can’t be helped. Which is to say, it makes a person unfit to lead. Politics should not come before family. I don’t want you to think this affects how I feel about you. But it does make it harder for us to spend time together — not just literally so, since Trump’s bumbling response to the pandemic has crippled America and made travel difficult. It’s that I feel grief. I feel real grief — were the lessons you taught me as a kid not true? Did you not mean them? Was it self-serving stuff to make sure I behaved? Was I a fool for listening? Or is it worse, that my own father cares more about his retirement accounts — and I’ll grant, the runup of the market has been nice for me, too — than the future he is leaving for his children? Are you so afraid of change, of that liberal boogeyman Limbaugh and Hannity and these other folks have concocted, that you’d rather entrust the country to a degenerate carnival barker than anyone else? I see all this anger, what is it that you’re so angry about? You’ve won. Society has worked for you. My own success is proof. So what is it? Because it can’t possibly be that you think this guy is trustworthy, decent, or kind. It’s definitely not about his policies… because almost every single one is anathema to what Republicans — and you — have talked about my entire life. The one thing I hold onto is hope. I believe in America. I believe in the goodness of hardworking people like you and Mom. I know that this is not what you wanted to happen, that this is not the America you grew up in nor the one you would like for me and my kids to grow up in. I hold onto hope that you’re tired enough to draw the line. That you are not irredeemable as that Trump advisor allowed himself to become. The right thing is always the right thing, you’ve said. Even when it’s hard. Even when it goes against what your friends think, or what you’ve done in the past. The right thing is obviously to end this. To cancel this horrendous experiment with its cavalcade of daily horrors and vulgarities and stupidities and historical humiliations. America is a great nation. …

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The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 24/?

Role-reversed!AU (Song[Xiao]Xue): “Love at First Sight”

[villain!SL/investigator!XY]

[title is from a Kylie Minogue’ song and from nowhere else fight me]

[so. me is embarrassed to say this but. the idea comes from an Italian movie of the late 90’s.]

[which is to say that: (1) Italian comedies are rarely my thing bc they are (pardon my French, I don’t feel like switch to Italian rn) problematique most of the times; (2) it’s been 10 or so years since I last saw this particular movie and even if at the time I liked it I was probably sixteen at the time so... not the best judge also my memory is shit for actual plot points; (3) internalized homophobia runs in the Italian film industry; (4) it deals with criminal gangs and, even if the movie makes fun of them, it is still a sore topic in my country so... I’m not gonna go in detail for this ficlet. it is, in fact, just a prompt; (5) also there is a cop character and... well, I changed it into a private investigator bc fuck it; (6) ignore me, I’m emotional tonight.]

Married off. Him. To a lovely girl, for sure, but with a penchant for pickpocketing and letting her mouth run at the most inconvenient of times. The wedding is in six months. Song Lan has to laugh at that.

But Mother has been almost too complacent with him for the longest time, allowing him to play his games and get it on with too many women for him to care to keep track of. He may or may not have disrespected some of them and their powerful families in the past for being a serial womanizer. There’s a logic behind it, of course, but since his eye surgery he cannot seem to remember what that could have possibly been at the time.

The worst of all being that he doesn’t remember why he ever found women attractive in the first place. People of the Baixue Clan tried to cheer him up to no avail for months. They took him to brothels, called in his favorite rent-girls, tipped them extra, brought him out of town on vacation to distract him, but... nothing.

He feels like crying sometimes. He’s done. Broken. Nobody will ever take him seriously anymore now that he’s nothing but his mommy’s boy. Forget for a minute that his mother is keeping the entire Yi City in check by enforcing her law on other clans. Let alone that her word has ruled over rascals and rogue hotheads for decades just by letting them hear her name. BaoShan Sanren would have not forgiven him for turning down the daughter of a competing family, that’s for sure.

Sometimes Song Lan looks down at himself, dressed in ridiculously flashy buttondowns open at the collar, with black jackets and fitting trousers, embezzled shoes on his long feet... and he wants to shriek. He hates everything about himself and he doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t recognize himself anymore, almost as if his mind had changed about everything he believed to know.

At least he can see again. That should be enough, right?

It should have seen it fucking coming, Xue Yang knows this much.

A bullet to the heart would have hurt him less, but it’s been a year since his husband’s death and he’s done. He’s fucking done. Throwing himself away like that, recklessly accepting new cases one after the other just because. He’s got nothing to come home for anyway.

But as he disinfects the slash of a dagger on his shoulder, he wonders if there’s more to life than this. A dirty bathroom where he and his husband used to shave in the morning together before work. A stuffy apartment filled with unwanted memories. Mold on the ceiling, laughter rising to the sky every night before Xiao XingChen died. Before everything else left with him.

Xue Yang flinches when the alcohol stings badly on the cut and he chugs some vodka down for good measure as he prepares to stitch the gaping wound back together. The flame scorches the needle until it becomes almost white and he wonders, not for the first time, how it would feel to just... stop. He cried so much he doesn’t have tears left anymore.

The last time he saw his husband’s beautiful face it was at the morgue, where a dispassionate woman in white had asked him to confirm his identity. She asked him if he had formally agreed to put his husband’s name on the list of organ donors. He refused in the beginning... and then thought about it. About what his righteous husband would have wanted him to do.

Letting go of him –of any part of him, really– so soon tore him apart.

Since there was nothing left of Xiao XingChen, it was just right for not a single thing of Xue Yang to be left in his wake as well.

Well, aside from the pain. But that was to be expected after all.

He had never deserved anything but pain in his life.

Fuck that. Fuck that shit.

Mother asked him to look for a mole in the group, but he found a mere nobody snooping around in their area instead. Searching for what, he doesn’t know. But, as he crowds the other man in a dark alley behind the secret entry of their club, Song Lan cannot help himself from staring.

The laundromat from where their regular patrons usually enter to play is open 24/7, the flickering light coming from its open door casting just... the loveliest shadows on the younger man’s face. He’s shorter, much shorter than him. Possibly in his early thirties. Dressed nicely with a gun pointed at Song Lan... but he doesn’t care.

It’s almost as if something has fallen back in its original place and Song Lan is filled with elation. He has never felt more relieved or happy in his life. It feels like a second chance at life, an opportunity he doesn’t want to let slide through his fingers this time around.

He grasps the other man’s hand holding the gun and directs it upwards in a swift move. A bullet cuts through the air as he pushes the shorter man up to the laundromat window, neon lights dancing on Song Lan’s face. Soon people from the club will rush to his aid, knowing full well that he’s out looking for a snitch. He doesn’t have time, so he takes a good look at the person at his mercy.

He knows him.

And he falls in love, immediately.

The shot still rings in his ear, the gun burning in his outstretched hand, now caught in a vicious grasp. Xue Yang flinches as he looks up and gets ready to defend himself. He was just following a useless son of a bitch lying to his wife about not playing cards and losing all of their money. He would have never thought it would turn so bad so soon. Usually he gets away quickly enough, running for his life as usual...

...but this is different.

His gaze meets Xiao XingChen’s eyes and he freezes on the spot. He would recognize them anywhere, the same glassy quality to them, the same softness around them. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Because the one in front of him looks nothing like his husband.

And yet he knows him.

He knows what it feels to be looked with fondness and longing by one Xiao XingChen.

Fuck, he missed that.

He missed that so much.

[additional nonsense under the cut, bc. I am me]

[the original movie is a comedy, but I saw this post while I was writing the prompt and now it’s a fucking urban-noir kind of deal baby!]

[am I procrastinating another ficlet (slowly turning into a 20k monster bc I’m stupid) by writing this prompt instead? no. what are you talking about?]

[i wanted SL to have a family, but I had no idea what the people at the Temple would have looked like or acted around him, so I imagined BaoShan Sanren hoarding children as she goes (which is canon anyway) but she’s a villain in this bc I’m an asshole.]

[SL is the only one of her children to have an actual father, hence he’s the only one with a last name different from Sanren (which I know is a title but let. me. live. *kissy face* :* :* :* many thanks.]

[I offer Lan QiRen as a tribute for fatherhood, even if I know SL’s surname is written like “mist”, while the Lan Sect is named after the character for “blue”. but let me dream.]

[also I just like the idea of SL’s auntie or big sister being WWX’s mother for no other reason that this is a silly prompt and I need to fill these additional notes with something vaguely resembling a plot.]

[if you want another role-reversed!au check this other (wangxian) prompt of mine. then check all the others and have fun.]

[in the movie there was a scene where the widower runs on a horse to save the man he (begrudgingly) has come to care about from his wedding.]

[for the majority if not the entirety of the movie the widower sees something of his dead wife in the criminal (who received the wife’s eyes through transplant) and denies any attraction to him until the end... even if he runs away with him.]

[the criminal has changed since the transplant and became somewhat a decent person. in the end he runs away with the widower.]

[I wanted actual romance, not plausible deniability, thanks. hence this stupid prompt someone might like, maybe.]

[if you write something based on this prompt (the most angsty or hurt/comfort-y the better, but also fluff or *coughs*smut*coughs* is good) send me an ask. I want to read it! :D]

ok now I go back to my 20k-and-counting monster fic. bye!!

#songxuexiao #songxue #xiaoxue #mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #cql #the forbidden crack! untamed prompts #mdzs/au: modern #mdzs/au: noir #mdzs/au: role-reversed

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The best Guide to Reddit Marketing around 2019

"Yep, i do all my modelling in C4D as I just know the tools so well there. I do minimal retopology in Zbrush on organic shapes but any hard surfaces I make in C4D. I'd recommend the "Introduction to Subdivision modelling in C4D" by Shane Benson on Vimeo (he goes by Sheppard O'Neill on YouTube if you prefer that) and it was his tuts that got me into box and subdiv modelling.

I'm also releasing a modelling workshop in C4D and models from the kitchen scene that these belong to will be in there to learn. Just not these two as they belong to marketing for the workshop. very well "Brand new Reddit account with two extensive comments defending Boa Vista Orchards huh...? We joked earlier about spotting the Boa Vista account in here but it looks like we actually have lol! > I just talked to the dude who does the marketing for Apple Hill and he sent me this So you just randomly talked to the guy and he emailed over his entire statement...? " "I too wonder why they didn’t just create a new line and call it the mach-e instead of mustang, I believe it has something to do with the marketing department since they knew it’ll stir a lot of discussion" "Precedent suggests it depends on the marketing around the product being sold and the implied purpose. " "Wow, ha. The fact that you think that it’s ok for the government to strip away my personal health insurance so that I HAVE to be on the same shitty plan on everybody else is crazy. If healthcare is “free” and universal, the quality of healthcare is bound to decrease. I can choose to pay for whatever the fuck I want and whatever healthcare I want. I give to charity and I have plans on giving a lot more to charity as I get further in my career and start making more money. Believe it or not, you aren’t the only one that cares about people just because you want “free” healthcare for everybody. And there is also no such thing as free healthcare. It has to be paid somehow and middle class taxes will go up no matter how complicated you try to make the source of payment sound. And regarding free college, that will also raise middle class taxes. You keep bringing up this. 02% of financial transactions bullshit as if that’s going to cover all costs. Have you done studies on this yourself? Do you even know that? You act like all these things can be magically paid for without anybody in the middle class being negatively affected. I have a bachelor’s degree and I didn’t feel like college was very challenging. It was more like a series of annoying classes I didn’t need when all of college could have been boiled down into one year of the core classes of my major of marketing. College is a fuckin scam and it’s only truly necessary for a very limited amount of majors. You’re just another minion that kisses the feet of big-government Democrats that try to make us feel like horrible people for not allowing them to sucks insane amounts of money out of the economy and spend it how they would like to. inch "That's including the localization teams for every language though, as well as PR and marketing. >! Some of them might even be legacy accreditation for the Gen 6 models they're *still* using.! < " "Time is a cost and you should track where that cost is going. That said, if you are working on general administrative/nonbillable stuff within your own department, it's pretty easy to have that time automatically go to the right cost bucket, so generic entries for that sort of thing are fine imo. The stuff that really has to be tracked is anything for clients or for departments that are outside your default (e. g. engineer writes a blog post, that's marketing time etc). micron "I believe there are some lessons on Google Academy for Adss (now called Skillshop) but hands-on experience is tricky. Two ways are possible, 1) is for you to have your own website and use Google Ad Sense, but this is more from the advertiser side rather than publisher or technical side 2) ask a digital or marketing agency that is near you if you can shadow/assist/internship/work experience for a week or so. This may be difficult depending on where you live and agency people are always very busy, so if you do ask tell them how you could help THEM not the other way around. To be honest, start with Analytics and Paid Search as they are arguable more accessible and have more out there for you to learn" "We are in the same boat, but different industry. Here's my approach, starting this week: I'm joining business groups that my target clients are a part of, for example, manufacturer groups. Then I'm going to target that organization with our services. I'm then going to offer to speak about the service I offer and how it helps businesses. Not a marketing spiel, an educational talk. Good luck" "One might consider a lawsuit if a car or alcohol company advocated or implied the action of drinking and driving in their marketing" "This post has been removed for breaking Rule 1. No Spammy Titles. Do not mention anything about selling anything in the title. Absolutely ZERO marketing in the title. Do not even ask for people to contact you for more. Be enticing. Post quality pics with quality titles. Read the rules for info on how to market yourself here. If your posts keep getting removed then you will be banned. READ THE RULES! *I am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Remember to[contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/? to=/r/feetpics) if you have any questions or concerns. *" "I came of grew up and came of age in Chicago during Jordan's time with the Bulls and the shortest answer is that it's almost incomparable because the level of fame basketball players before Michael Jordan was laughably lower than now. Even today MJ has a logo that might be more identifiable than the company that created it. I would argue no athlete in any sport has surpassed MJ's level of fame. MJ pioneered so many avenues of endorsements, its like comparing planes in the era of propeller planes with jet planes. Jordan like most greats, stood on the shoulders of giants, specifically Larry Bird and Magic Johnson. Those two spent the better part of the late 70's and early to late 80's dominating the sport of basketball. Also add in Isiah Thomas of the Pistons and arguably "Dr. J" Julius Erving of the 76ers and those four were the superstars of the four teams that won EVERY NBA championship of the decade. Before Michael Jordan won his FIRST NBA Championship in 1991, he was arguably bigger than all of them. Before MJ, being a big name athlete meant getting your name on a breakfast cereal box called Wheaties, and doing the commercial saying the plug line "Gotta eat your Wheaties! " That's not a joke. Check 'em out on youtube, they're cringe worthy. MJ's meteoric rise in my opinion was helped by a few special advertising campaigns. I think first would have been his Nike commercials with Spike Lee, another pioneer. He just made "Do the right thing" at a time when black people making movies with black people in the movies wasn't really a thing. Spike Lee also happens to like playing characters in his own movies and Mars Blackmon was a character in that movie that Spike Lee chose to portray in a series of commericals with Michael Jordan. Again, pardon me for repeating, but I have to say it again for context. You have a supremely talented and charismatic young athlete being marketed by a young shoe company (Converse Chuck Taylors were still THE basketball shoe) hiring a visionary and ground breaking director to do something that had not been done before. And they crushed it. Again, at this time Michael Jordan wasn't winning NBA championships. He was having savant level performances, but get bounced out of the first round by the Celtics, or getting manhandled in the playoffs by the Pistons. By the time he did win it all in 91, MJ was doing things that no one had done in fields well outside basketball. Michael Jordan in Flight is one of the first videogames to have 3D. He had already supplanted Dr J in the one on one basketball video game with Larry Bird. Gatorade put out a marketing campaign with the song "Be Like Mike" and that song was the top song for the summer of 92 in Chicago on most radio stations regardless of genre. You're already familiar with Space Jam, but before Space Jam, the Looney Toons were relegated to afternoon after school syndicated (rerun) television stations. Michael Jordan made Bugs Bunny cool again to a whole new generation that knows of them only through MJ. I hope that helps. inches "Yeah I don't want to turn it around and criticize Musk over this or anything, but Tesla is great at PR and marketing while convincing people they don't actually try to be. inches "No, you dont need more parties, you need to ban all parties and establish government funded elections where everyone with a certain amount of support by the people can run using government money and marketing channels. Equal funding, equal marketing, equal candidacy, by the people, for the people. Sounds too good to be true? Well fuck you, because parties are corrupt barbaric cavemen shit. " " Funny Cartoon Images for website content - Family Funny Images and illustrations, Ultimate single panel funny cartoons used for websites, social media and emails https://www.freecartoonsdaily.com https://www.cartoons.cafe www.cartoons.cafe www.acmeblanks.com sign up now! 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You could include the modelers from Creatures Inc, but given that the models are the same as those developed for X and Y by Creatures Inc years ago, they are likely still being credited for "work" on this game that was actually done quite some time ago. " "Imagine what a lucky break JonTron was for FlexSeal. Their products are actually pretty decent, but their marketing was almost typical infomercial stuff that no-one over fifty would've seen. Next, out of nowhere, some YouTuber makes them famous amongst younger customers. People make "that's a lotta damage, " and "I sawed this boat in half, " memes. Everyone knows who they are. Chances are, when you need some stuff like this you'll at the very least know about their existence and you might buy their stuff because at least you know they're legit. Some people will buy it when they need something like that, literally for the meme. All they have to do is keep the ball rolling with tweets like these (because, of course, people actually follow them on Twitter now). " "That's my point. The pub you linked to is disney land. I'm looking for somewhere that recreates the a more authentic historical experience. I think these places have got their marketing wrong which is why they are closing. They should be trying to recreate an experience closer to that in the Pathe news reel. If you just sold fresh baked bread, potted Hare, a variety of local ales you could heat with a poker while smoking a hilarious pipe you could capture a huge slice of the real ale / hipster / foodie market. " "No game in the genre had been competition for the Diablo franchise since it's inception. D3 no matter how you look at it was a huge commercial success being in the top 10 video games sold of all time at one point. Diablo now has become what WoW was before, tons of games saying they are a WoW killer and none of them doing it. So now we looming at Diablo killers but they all end up falling off somewhere because they don't get the same $$$ support / marketing. inch "8M opening weekend bad = bad marketing. Bad quality movie would be revealed in the multiplier (word of mouth and no rewatches). In this case I don’t think there was anything compelling from the movie they could focus the marketing around which led to the 8M OW. " "I’m in the same boat. I have to get 14 credits by may2020. In the last 2 weeks I did principle of marketing 3 credits score 66 and principal of management 3 credits score 62. This week I’ll take precalculas which is 5 credits and calculus which is 4 credits. I did not pay the $89 for the test because I did modernstates which pays the testing fee. It also reimburses me for the $20 testing fee" "Marketing. McAf€€ gets money from users, Micro$oft gets money from McAfee. They beget the green, motherfuckers that they are. Sometimes http://tipofmytongue.topreddit.info who install 3^^rd party stuff tho, it's not only Microsoft. Anyway, it's a motherfuckery of bloatware if not malware. "McAfee antivirus is one of the worst products on the planet" -John McAfee" "You're arguing entirely from marketing hype instead of actual quality, which is entirely stupid and comes down entirely to Sont having far greater of a userbase and them having less games to pump more money behind. Besides, let's not pretend Sony has an actual library of games here. Both Xbox and Sony have completely shit the bed this console generation in terms of exclusive libraries. Sony has had like, 8 good games this entire generation as exclusives. You have Death Stranding, Uncharted 4, Horizon, Until Dawn, Bloodborne, God of War, MLB The Show... That's about it? I guess you also have Detroit and Last Guardian depending on who you ask, but I defo don't wanna throw Days Gone on that list. But in any case, you could lump all of those games into loke 3-4 genres. Am I missing anything? But yeah, stop saying dumb shit like "Well its not a household name so its irrelevant" because you're entirely missing the point and reducing the entire industry to what can or can't be marketed. As well, its telling that Sony has stated their goal next-gen is to have less games release but have them be bigger, where Microsoft is going the opposite direction. Keep the the big titles, bur also have a little something for everyone. Diversity is important. Your Battletoads reboot might not sell as well, but its important to folks who like it. Games shouldn't be live or die based on how well they fit in established and marketable trends. Its absurdly reductive" "I actually never had injected one, whats the main difference? And is it really a big improvement or rather a marketing bait" "It’s all part of his NYC persona. Marketing. inches

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Yocheved? :)

No, it’s not an accidental mistake, I chose two options because I feel like one wouldn’t be enough in this case.

She is my least favorite Prince of Egypt character( which shows how much I adore Prince of Egypt and it’s cast) because she is the least remarkable one to me( which fine and not a movie’s flaw, it’s not a problem when characters’ remarkability is proportionate to their screentime). I don’t think willingness to save your family member is something very creditable or makes you a great family person. For the same reason I am totally unimpressed by Rameses pardoning Moses for murder and I don’t see it as sign of huge brotherly love( it’s not that I am unimpressed by Rameses as a character in general though). My favorite act of familial love in entire movie is Moses defending Rameses from Seti after chariot race.

I am not very impressed by Yocheved’s lullaby either. All I Ever Wanted, Through Heaven’s Eyes and Playing with the Big Boys are movie’s least popular songs but I by far prefer all of them over the lullaby.

I don’t find Yocheved as gorgeous-looking as many people do either. To me the most beautiful female in movie. is queen Tuya.

#The Prince of Egypt #prince of egypt #ask games

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Family Game Night

Title: Family Game Night Rating: G Pairing: Gen A/N: This is set directly after Season 5 but doesn’t really comply with Season 6. We decided not to try to make it conform. This is my contribution to @voltrongenminibang, and @clambatch’s art post is here: http://clambatch.tumblr.com/post/175954988597/hey-guys-heres-my-contribution-to. It’s amazing. You should go check it out.

One of the things the group had asked of Keith when he decided to work full-time with the Blade of Marmora was that he check in with them every once in a while. He had just finished telling them about his latest mission and meeting his mother.

Shiro knew that locating his family meant a great deal to Keith, but instead of looking happy, his face on the vid screen seemed haggard.

“It’s been a while since you’ve come by the castle for a visit,” Shiro mentioned. “Maybe you could ask Kolivan to take a few days to relax? You did just finish a mission, after all.”

The other paladins, Allura, and Coran were quick to agree.

“Actually,” Keith admitted, “that sounds great. Kolivan doesn’t seem to be too happy with my performance lately, and this whole thing with my mom is...weird.”

“You just need some time,” Allura assured him. “We’re happy to have you with us.”

After the transmission ended, the group decided to make it a sort of a party. Hunk was in charge of refreshments, of course, but beyond that, the plans began to fall apart fairly quickly.

“What about entertainment?” Lance wanted to know. “I mean, yeah, we’re all going to eat and talk and stuff, but after that? We need some way to unwind.”

“I’d suggest watching a movie,” Pidge remarked, “but first we all have to agree on one, which would probably never happen, and we don’t have any.”

“I’ve got my music player,” Lance offered, “but most of it isn’t exactly dance music...”

“Hey, Allura,” Hunk asked the princess, “what kind of things did you used to do around the castle for fun?”

“Actually,” the princess begrudgingly admitted, “games were generally considered to be things for very young children, and I’m afraid we don’t have any of them here any longer. I spent most of my free time reading about the cultures of our allies and sparring on the training deck.”

“I guess there’s always the Gameflux,” Pidge mentioned with a shrug, “but we only have the game it came with, and that one’s single-player.”

“There was all kinds of Earth junk in the shop we bought it from!” Lance grinned. “I’ll bet there’s some other games for the system there. Looks like it’s time for us all to take another trip to the space mall!”

“And we’ve got money now, too!” Hunk agreed. Lotor had been more than happy to exchange GAC for Coran and Allura’s old Altean currency. It probably wasn’t worth as much as he’d given them, what with 10,000 years of galactic inflation, but he’d been eager to get his hands on a part of Altean culture thought lost to time.

“I don’t think so,” Shiro declared firmly. When the others, especially Lance, looked like he’d just told them all holidays and birthdays were cancelled forever, he amended his statement. “We really don’t want to cause another scene like last time, and we should leave enough people here to respond in case of an emergency.”

“I don’t think the security guard got a very good look at me,” Coran mused, “and you didn’t go along, did you, Shiro?”

“I didn’t go along, either,” Allura chimed. Shiro and Coran both gave her a pointed look and she sighed. “I know, I know, who would create a wormhole if we really need one...”

“I’m sorry, Allura. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to go some other time.” After Allura smiled to show there were no true hard feelings, Shiro turned his focus to Lance and Pidge. “Now, what was the name of the store where you bought the game system?”

“Uh...” Both paladins considered the question for a few moments.

“I don’t remember.” Pidge shrugged.

“It was run by an alien.”

“We’re in outer space, Lance. Everything is run by aliens.”

“Yeah, but this guy was like the Earth alien stereotype. You know, little, green man with big, black eyes and a head shaped like an upside-down teardrop?”

“Oh. Well, I’m sure we’ll find it.”

“Remember,” Pidge cautioned, “we have the Gameflux Two, just in case he has anything for the first system.”

“Also, please don’t get anything lame or educational,” Lance pleaded.

“I do know how to have fun, Lance. Promise.”

As Shiro and Coran headed to the pod bay, Allura went to help Hunk inventory ingredients in the galley, and Lance and Pidge set about moving the Gameflux into the common area with the most comfortable seating.

*****

After a short period of searching, Coran and Shiro located the correct store. “Terra, huh?” Shiro chuckled and shook his head. “They must have been too distracted by the game to look at the name because they should have remembered that.”

“Oh?” Coran asked. “Does it have some special, human meaning?”

“It’s another name for our home planet.”

The shopkeeper approached in a bright purple leisure suit jacket and gold parachute pants. “Can I interest you in the latest Earth fashions?” he asked politely.

“Ooh!” Coran looked their host up and down. “I quite like that jacket. How are you getting the shoulders so pointy?”

“Actually,” Shiro cut in, “what we’re really looking for are game cartridges for the Mercury Gameflux Two system.”

The alien blinked. “Pardon?”

Shiro glanced around and noticed there were still boxes of the game system in the display window and pointed. “I have friends who bought one of those.”

“Ah, yes! They received a Kaltenecker with their purchase.”

“Um, yeah. You may have cartridges that can be used with it. They would be about this size,” Shiro paused to form a rectangle between his thumbs and index fingers, “and they probably come in a small box with pictures on the outside.”

“Let me check in the back.”

While they waited, Coran scanned a rack of jackets similar to the store owner’s but ultimately decided he didn’t like the fit when he tried one on over his uniform. Shiro found some model kits from an old animated series about fighting robot suits. It was the kind of thing he would have loved as a kid, and it was strange to think that he was kind of living it currently.

The owner eventually returned with a storage container full of Gameflux games in their original packaging. Shiro and Coran rifled through it, the former on a mission to find something for multiple players and the latter taking great joy in reading the descriptions on the back of all the boxes aloud.

There was no shortage of fighting games, but given how tense things had been lately, that probably wasn’t the best idea, even though it could be a vicarious means of blowing off steam. Finally, Shiro’s eyes settled on a particularly vivid box and he grinned as he picked it up.

“Master Racer?” Coran asked, reading the name off the back.

“I can remember playing a later version of this one,” Shiro explained. “It’s a pretty fun racing game. There are lots of characters and cars to choose from, and it’s not too hard to learn, if the others haven’t played before.”

“Might you also be interested in any of this?” The shopkeeper presented yet another container full of various items with the Gameflux logo. They happily snagged extra controllers and an adapter to allow four people to play at the same time. Coran insisted on purchasing several other games as well, but Shiro was fairly certain the racing game was going to get the most play time.

*****

When Coran and Shiro arrived back at the castle, Pidge had just finished setting up the game system to display on a large, projected holo-screen.

Allura cocked her head to one side and frowned slightly at the load screen of Killbot Phantasm 1. “These graphics are certainly...unique.”

Pidge wrinkled their nose at the display. “Yeah, this system is pretty low-tech. Earth has much better ones now.”

“It’s not this awful looking on a smaller screen,” Lance defended.

“I think we’ll be happy for the larger image when we play in split-screen,” Shiro added.

“Play what in split-screen?” Lance asked eagerly.

“Yeah, what’d you get?” Pidge wanted to know.

“Wow...” Hunk let out a low whistle when Shiro showed them their brand new copy of Master Racer. “I’ve never seen the first version of the franchise! I wonder how different it is from the ones I’ve played.”

“It’s been years since I’ve played any of them, either,” Shiro admitted, “but I’m sure at least a few of the characters and boosters are the same.”

Allura was now eyeing one of the game controllers. “These controlling options seem rather...limited. How complicated could this game really be?”

“I can see where you might think that.” Lance nodded sagely. “In fact, you don’t even have to use all of the buttons to play a racing game. The trick is in the timing and good reflexes and hand-eye coordination.”

“My reflexes and coordination are excellent,” the princess mused, “yet I still feel I may be at an unfair disadvantage, having never played one of these ‘video games’ before. Might Coran and I play a few practice rounds to acquaint ourselves with the system?”

“Seems fair,” Hunk agreed with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure all the Earthlings have played a racing game before, right?”

Everyone nodded, and Shiro added, “I can vouch for Keith having racing game experience. He prefers a real vehicle, given the choice, but he’s played his fair share.”

Lance switched off the console and swapped the adventure game for Master Racer before poking the power button again. An upbeat if tonally limited song played as an opening animation scrolled across the screen.

Shiro laughed and shook his head. “Wow... I’d forgotten what the music was like! I think I usually muted it and supplied my own.”

“Yeah, that’s going to get old pretty quickly. Especially since it’s about a sixty-second loop,” Hunk pointed out just as the music began to repeat itself.

Coran was bobbing his head to the peppy beat. “I rather like it.” The mice, who had decided to join in the fun, seemed to like it, too.

In the meantime, Lance had made it to the player selection screen.

“I guess there’s only about eight drivers to choose from in this version.” Lance shrugged. “They’ve still got my favorite at least.”

Allura tilted her head to one side as she perused the images of the available drivers.

“My goodness,” she finally remarked, “the chest on this one seems rather unwieldy for her frame and they are very...perky.”

Pidge’s eyes rolled and they let out a disgusted sigh. “Video game physics tend to ignore gravity a lot.”

“My exposure to human females is understandably limited, but is that typical?”

“Well,” Hunk considered, “figures do vary in size, but those are exaggerated.”

Allura frowned. “Why?”

“At the time this game was made,” Lance began to explain but was cut off by Pidge.

“Only at the time this game was made?”

“Fair enough,” Lance admitted. “The target demographic of games like this tends to be guys that want female characters to stare at and not so much for their personalities. If you think this is bad, you should see some of the fighting games.”

“That being said,” Shiro added, “Bella’s not a bad driver choice. She’s fairly balanced skill-wise, so she’s a good choice for a beginning player.”

“I wonder if she’s racing in someone’s memory,” Allura mused, eyeing the bright pink car behind Bella in her equally eye-melting pink jumpsuit.

“Huh?” Lance asked before he remembered the significance of pink to Alteans. “Oh, the pink. On Earth, pink tends to be a color associated with girls.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and blue is usually considered a boy color. I happen to like blue, but not just because I’m a guy.”

“How odd!” Allura laughed. “Associating colors with gender is something that had never occurred to me.”

“Lucky,” Pidge grumbled. “It’s totally arbitrary, too. When you get older, people don’t care so much, but little kids tend to get either pink or blue shoved in their faces all the time.”

Allura continued scanning the players. “Is there something wrong with that last one’s head?”

“Yeah... That one’s a bear.”

“A what?”

“It’s an animal native to Earth,” Pidge explained. “They look a little like a klanmürl, but they’re arguably less terrifying.”

“Animals on Earth are capable of controlling vehicles?” Coran was intrigued.

“Realistically, no,” Hunk broke the news. “I guess they can be trained to act like they could, but this is another example of video game rules not applying to reality. I love that bear, though. Grizz is my favorite.”

“Dude.” Lance raised a skeptical brow. “Grizz is a heavy! Why would you pick somebody so slow?”

“I like the better control on corners!” Hunk defended his choice. “Grizz is the only character I’ve ever made it all the way through Graveyard Gulch with and not fallen off the road.”

“What is a ‘heavy’?” Allura asked.

“It’s a nickname for a certain kind of driver,” Hunk answered. “They usually have bigger, bulkier vehicles, and they move slower, but they can sometimes knock other cars out of their way. There’s also regular drivers with middling speed and weight, and smaller, lighter cars that go really fast but can be knocked around by other vehicles. It’s a trade-off.”

“Although,” Shiro cautioned, “I think that’s something that may have been added into later versions of the game. The drivers in this one are probably pretty much the same.”

Hunk’s face brightened. “You mean Grizz will be faster?” Then his expression fell again. “Aw, man... Graveyard Gulch is going to be an even bigger nightmare than it usually is. Unless it’s not one of the tracks in this version?”

“Not sure, buddy. We won’t see the track list until we’re out of the character selection screen.”

Allura decided to give Bella a try, and Hunk had almost convinced Coran to race with Grizz so he could get a peek at the character in action, but the advisor had discovered a character with a mustache, and that was that.

Finally, they got their first look at the available tracks: the Original Oval, Curvy Creek, Desolate Desert, City Cruising, and Hunk’s nemesis, Graveyard Gulch.

“You guys should probably practice on the Oval,” Lance suggested. “It’s the least complicated track so you can get the basics down.” He held a controller out to explain the various buttons to an eager Altean audience. “You hold this button down for the gas-”

“What sort of gas?” Coran wanted to know. “And what purpose does it serve?”

“He means gasoline,” Hunk clarified. “The vehicles in the game use internal combustion engines that use it for fuel. What he means is that’s the button for the accelerator.”

Lance huffed. “Okay, fine. This button’s the accelerator. Explaining this stuff is harder than I thought it would be. Anyway, this one next to it is the brakes. You know, in case you want to slow down, but it’s a race, so why would you?”

“Sharp corners,” Hunk reminded him. “Some tracks have sharp corners, and you can’t just speed around them or you’ll skid off the road.”

“Just let up on the accelerator, then.” Lance rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at his best friend. “On the other side of the controller, you push left and right to move, well, left and right. Either up or down will activate a booster, and that’s pretty much it.”

“What are these ‘boosters’?” Allura asked.

Pidge had been flipping through the small booklet that came in the game box. “According to this manual, each driver gets two boosters that vary character to character and can be used at any time during a race. Allura, Bella has a speed boost, and Coran, that guy’s name is Slick, and he can leave oil on the track behind him to slip up other drivers. You can also find boosters along the track that are a random mix of everyone’s boosters. You always use the last boost you picked up, otherwise it’ll be you character’s boost, if they still have any.”

“Also,” Shiro added, “if you time it just right, you can get an initial speed burst when the flag drops, but it can also slow you down if you’re not on the mark.”

Allura and Coran each took a controller and stared intently at the screen. The mice took up various perches in the laps and on the shoulders of the new racers. When the checkered flag fell, the princess’ car sped off down the track, along with vehicles controlled by the game system, leaving Coran scooting forward in little bursts. One of the mice seemed to be trying to give backseat driving advice, though Coran wouldn’t have been able to understand it.

“You need to hold down the accelerator button,” Hunk instructed instead.

Coran corrected his tapping method and seemed to be doing all right until he suddenly began moving in circles.

“You’re holding down the turn button too long.” Lance was trying not to laugh at Coran’s dismay. The mouse on his shoulder felt no such compunction and laughed so hard they rolled off his shoulder and bounced onto the sofa cushions.

“You said the track is an oval, so shouldn’t I be turning?”

“It’s a big oval,” Lance explained with a sigh. “There are basically straight stretches and you really only need to turn sharply like that at the corners.”

“Ha! You can’t trick me--ovals have no corners!”

“Curves, then! Jeez, you are so literal right now...”

Eventually, Coran worked out the knack of steering about the time the other cars lapped him. He attempted to use his booster, but he’d already been passed.

Lance turned his attention to Allura. “Do you need any help?”

“No, thank you,” Allura replied absently, eyes glued to her racer. “I think I’ve got this.” Sure enough, she was out in the lead with an impressive gap between her and the second place driver. The mouse companion on her shoulder leaned into every turn and squeaked encouragement.

“Wow.” Hunk’s eyes were wide. “You’re going to take first place in your very first race. I’m impressed! I think I was next to last in mine.”

Lance shrugged off her success. “It’s probably just beginner’s luck. This is the easiest track, after all, and it’s not like the controls are that complicated.”

As if to belie that point, Coran skidded off the road after somehow running into his own booster.

Just as Allura crossed the finish line for the win and Coran was crossing it to complete his first lap, a voice called from the doorway, “You guys got started without me?”

The game was abandoned in favor of piling on top of the newly arrived Keith.

“You got here fast!” Shiro remarked with a grin. “We were just letting the Alteans get a feel for the game because they’ve never played before.”

Hunk dashed from the room. “I’ve gotta run and get some snacks ready!”

Coran abandoned finishing his race to assist in the galley along with a sympathetic Allura.

“Don’t worry,” she assured on their way out the door. “You’ll get the hang of it. If you can maneuver a whole castle, you can drive one of these imaginary cars.”

“Whoa.” Keith blinked at the game on the screen, which had been returned to the character selection menu. “I haven’t played Master Racer in forever! Where’d you even find this? The space mall?”

Shiro nodded. “There were other games too, but I was trying to get something several people could play at once.”

“I’m gonna have to go back there some time,” Lance mused. “I’ll bet there’s some other gems available.”

“Four controllers?” Keith observed. “How are we going to decide who plays when?”

“Good question.” Pidge considered the problem for a few moments before snapping their fingers. “I could come up with a bracket system! Except that there are only seven of us, so we’d have to throw in byes if it were single-elimination. Or maybe we could use a round robin format. I’m sure I’ve got a program that could generate something.”

“We could also draw names randomly,” Shiro said. “I can remember playing where whoever wins sits out the next round so people can rotate into the game when we had more players than controllers.”

Lance smirked. “I don’t really care how we decide the racing order as long I get to show you all my awesome driving skills.”

“Yikes.” Pidge snorted. “I’m having flashbacks to the flight simulator.”

“You guys have already seen me drive,” Keith remarked with a shrug.

“And now I’m flashing back to the most terrifying ride of my life.”

“Hey, we all survived!”

“You intentionally drove off a cliff, Keith. I don’t think that necessarily translates to good race driving.”

Eventually, Hunk and the Alteans returned with snacks: pigs in blankets and soft pretzels.

“I’ll have to duck out later for the cookies and brownies that are currently baking,” Hunk informed the others as they swarmed the trays of food.

Allura eyed the cheese oozing out of the pigs in blankets. “Those contain-” she paused to shudder, “-dairy, correct?”

“Yes,” Hunk answered simply but kindly. “You don’t have to eat them, if you’d prefer not to.”

Coran was already halfway through his second of the treats. “I do believe I’ve eaten worse and certainly in less pleasant company.”

The mice didn’t seem to have any issues with dairy, either, contentedly munching on tiny versions of the snack containing only cheese.

There were a few minutes filled only by the sounds of good friends enjoying good food before the subject of how to arrange playing turns came up again.

“I’ll volunteer not to be in the first group,” Hunk proposed. “‘Cause, you know, baked goods.”

Coran and Shiro also agreed to wait out the first race.

That settled, the other four scooped up controllers and prepared to make their character selections.

“Aw, man! Who already took Ace? He’s my favorite.” Lance pouted at the screen.

“He’s my favorite, too,” Keith said as he deselected the character, “but you can have him if it means that much to you.” He chose another option.

“No way!” Lance insisted, picking a different driver. “I’m not taking him just because you ‘let’ me.”

“I’ll take him.” Pidge snagged the still available option.

Allura decided to stick with Bella.

Shiro decided preemptively to put someone in between Lance and Keith on the couch in hopes that their competitive natures wouldn’t devolve to elbowing each other during the race. Since it might be unfairly distracting to put one of the other drivers in that spot, Shiro planted himself there.

After a short debate, they decided to use the Curvy Creek track because it was of intermediate difficulty, and though characters could slide off the main road, it was fairly easy to find it again and there were no major pitfalls.

The race began, and at first, everyone was too focused for commentary. Then Keith sideswiped Lance’s car on a turn.

“Hey, watch it!”

“You were practically taking up the whole road--I didn’t have room to just go around.”

Lance deliberately targeted Keith with a booster, and he retaliated in kind.

With the amount of slamming into one another occurring on the screen, it was probably a very good idea they had been separated physically. Shiro didn’t seem terribly pleased, but it had been his idea to sit between them, so he persevered. Allura and Pidge remained blissfully unaffected from their spots on the floor in front of the couch.

Lance and Keith crossed the finish line at almost the same time, Keith very slightly ahead. They were in third and fourth place.

“Who won?” Lance asked.

“Allura,” Pidge informed him. “Like thirty seconds ago. You guys were so busy being jerks to each other, I managed to take second, and I went off the road about three times.”

Lance sighed. “Sorry, Keith. Truce?”

Keith rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Sure. I got caught up in it, too. Sorry.”

Coran and Shiro subbed in for Allura and Pidge, and Hunk went to check the oven.

They used this pattern of first and second place sitting out the next race for a while, taking breaks for snacks as needed. Pidge, unsurprisingly, as they had been tracking the racing stats, was the first to notice that Allura took first every time she raced.

“It’s got to be the alien genes,” Lance mused as he watched Allura flawlessly navigate a tight turn. “She’s got a better reaction time.”

“I’ve got alien genes,” Keith reminded him.

“Yeah, but you’re only half Galra at most. Plus, Allura’s Altean.”

“So’s Coran,” Hunk reminded them, “and he’s... Let’s just say I’m not seeing any inherent advantage there.” Coran was somehow currently facing the wrong direction and not even on the road.

“Do you think she’s using magic somehow?”

“Why does it bother you so much that she’s good at this?”

“It doesn’t bother me that she’s good,” Lance attempted to articulate what was bugging him. “It’s more that she’s so good so fast, you know? She barely even has to work at it. Plus, she’s kind of getting a little smug about it.”

Allura crossed the finish line, in first place again, with a whoop. “This game is quite amusing,” she said, covering a small yawn, “but it’s also getting somewhat boring.”

Keith and Lance shared a look of unspoken understanding. Beating one another in the race was now less important than someone being able to beat Allura.

“Oh yeah?” Lance asked casually as the racers stood for a stretch break. “Maybe you should try the hardest track.”

Hunk gasped. “Graveyard Gulch? I’m out.”

Shiro agreed to be their fourth player for a run on the Graveyard Gulch track. It was both the longest track in the game and it had the largest number of turns, the majority of which had steep drop-offs that would cause a substantial recovery delay if drivers weren’t careful. Allura didn’t seem worried in the least.

Coran, Pidge, and Hunk lined up behind the couch to observe, even if Hunk was doing so through his fingers.

As the racers crossed the starting line, Lance and Keith flanked Allura, keeping as close as they could. They attempted a coordinated booster attack, only to have Allura utilize her brakes to avoid them, steer around, and then use her own speed booster to leave them behind.

Hunk chuckled. “No real use for the brakes, huh, Lance?”

Lance might have responded with a rude gesture, but his hands were busy. “Thanks for the moral support, buddy.”

Shiro frowned, half in disapproval and half because he was doing his best not to fall over a cliff on a turn. “Were you two really just ganging up on Allura? Kind of rude, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Allura remarked dismissively. “They didn’t do a very good job of it.”

One of Shiro’s eyebrows climbed upward. “You’re awfully confident.”

“If the other races we’ve played thus far are any indication, they can try their best and it won’t matter.” The mouse on her shoulder nodded in agreement.

Shiro’s other eyebrow joined the first. He looked over at Lance and Keith, scrambling to catch up again and then smirked, though Allura couldn’t see it.

The double booster stunt had slowed her down enough that Shiro was still fairly close, and he waited until they were on a turn to bump into the side of Allura’s car. She managed, just barely, to remain on the road. Her jaw dropped in indignation for a moment before she grinned wickedly right back at Shiro. “Oh, I see how it is!”

The remainder of the race could be described as nothing less than brutal. Shiro, Lance, and Keith held nothing back, all teaming up to keep Allura from taking first place again. In turn, Allura had to employ every ounce of coordination she could muster and missed no opportunity to fire boosters back. The three team members in the “audience” behind the couch cheered everyone on equally.

Allura crossed the finish ahead of the others, but due to all of their interference, a character controlled by the computer had taken first place.

Allura released a huff of breath and looked down. At first, everyone was afraid she was going to be angry with them, but then her shoulders began to shake and she laughed.

“That was by far the most challenging race tonight! Well done, if not quite enough to beat me.”

“We’ll figure it out one of these times!” Lance proclaimed, followed by a large yawn.

“Probably better not try again tonight,” Shiro remarked. “I think we should all head to bed. We can always play some more in the morning.”

A chorus of yawning had followed Lance’s initial contribution, and Pidge was already half asleep, propped between Hunk and the back of the couch.

“This was really fun.” Keith smiled at their makeshift family. “We should do this more often.”

“Definitely!”

“Speaking of tomorrow,” Lance wondered, “will we be racing more, or did you get any other games we can play with a group?”

“Indeed!” Coran affirmed. “I can’t recall what it was called at the moment, but Shiro said something about tiny games?”

“Mini games?” Pidge perked up at the idea. “Tell me you found a copy of Alfredo’s Festival!”

Suddenly, every Earthling in the room seemed to be a bit more awake.

“Tomorrow,” Shiro reminded them firmly. “We’re done for tonight.” To emphasize his point he stood, walked over, and hit the power switch on the console. There was some unhappy grumbling, but they all began to file out of the room and head to their quarters for the night.

“Am I to understand that this other game is composed of many games that are very small?” Allura asked.

“The ‘mini’ name isn’t so much about literal size,” Pidge explained. “It’s more that the games are simple and short so you can play a bunch of them in a row easily.”

“The controls are even simpler than racing. You’re gonna love it, Coran.”

Shiro hung back, watching the others leave the room. It was good to have everyone together again. No one knew when the next catastrophe might strike, but for at least this one night, it had been so much fun to forget about responsibility and just enjoy one another’s company. If they were lucky, the peace would hold out through the morning, or at least long enough for everyone to enjoy a nice breakfast together and the chaos bound to spring up during a rousing game of Alfredo’s Festival.

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So like I noticed no one ever made an amc about Keith with the song through heaven's eyes yet, but I guess it would be best to wait until the end of the series to do so to see if he gets a happy ending

ANYWAY so that got me thinking of a Prince of Egypt AU for voltron and here is what I came up with.

The Galra enslaved the human race and Keith is queen Krolia's half-human son who she takes in to be raised with Zarkon's mistress's son Lotor. Keith and Lotor grow up like brothers and are always getting into trouble. Zarkon puts Lotor down a lot because he thinks his impure blood will cause him to be weak and Keith us always there for him. Keith doesn't realize he is half-human because he has never seen the human slaves as his family keeps him away from them. No one tells Keith of his heritage or else they will face Krolia's wrath. They always paint keith's skin with Galra markings to make him a0oear more galran. Lotor knows keith is half human but doesnt know he is half altean. He still loves Keith regardless of his "mother's" infedelity to Zarkon. Zarkon lets Krolia keep Keith because she knows Lotor is half altean and therefore his succession would be a sham in the eyes of the Galra if it got out.

So yeah, during a party an altean is presented. She is princess allura and was kidnapped from Altea. She is a present for prince Lotor by Galran generals. However she is very defiant and curses at him. Keith tells her to respect his "brother" and Allura ends up falling into a pond like in the movie. Lotor orders her to be prepared for Keith but Allura escapes. Keith, wanting to apologize for his behavior and enticed by Allura's spirit follows her. When he spots her, he sees she is heading straight for patrolling guards and he directs the guards away while Allura and Keith lock gazes. She knows he saved her, but doesn't bother sticking around. He ends up following her to the human slave district where he encounters shiro, lance, pidge, and hunk and is shocked at how much they look like him. They too are shocked as they have never seen the second prince of the Empire. They had heard stories of queen Krolia's mating with one of their own as pidge and Matt's father knew keith's father but they thought the man to be crazy. Pidge points out keith's heritage and lance, shirt, hunk, Matt, etc ask Keith to help them be free telling him about his father. Keith is shocked and scared at what he has learned about his father and Krolia and flees back to the palace.

It is here Zarkon confronts him and confirms it. Keith now knows why zarkon never cared for him. He also tells Keith for the sake of the Empire sacrifices had to be made and tells him his real father was put to death for consorting with the queen and it is fine because he was "only a slave" and Keith should be grateful he let him live. Keith is horrified and runs. Krolia confronts him and tells him she fell in love with his real father, wishing she could have saved him. She then tells him about lotor's real mother and says that as long as she holds that over zarkon, Keith will be safe.

However, Keith can't get the thought that his father was mistreated and put to death and no one seemed to care besides Krolia. He goes with lotor to oversee temples and can't stop looking at how miserable the human slaves look and how mistreated by the galra they were. When he sees Shiro being attacked by galra soldiers while defending pidge from being raped, Keith jumps in and murders the guards to save shiro.

Keith then runs, despite shiro calling after him. Lotor pursues him and tries to comfort him, saying as future emperor he could pardon keith's crimes. Keith pushes him away and refuses, knowing that despite lotor's promises it couldn't change what he has done. Everything overwhelmes Keith and he realizes he can't stay there any longer, deciding to leave despite lotor begging him to stay.

He flees to the planet altea where he meets up with Allura and her family. Keith by this point has no self-worth and Allura is shocked by the change in him. King Alfol welcomes him as one of their own and soon he begins to gain back value within himself. Keith lives a humble life as a farmer in altea with Allura interacting with him out of curiosity but it soon develops into feelings. Keith and Allura's relationship develops over time and Allura manages to bring socially awkward Keith put of his she'll. Their relationship blossoms and with king alfol's blessing they marry. Keith is now expected to rule alongside Allura but he cannot forget about the human slaves. One day he is called towards the white hole where the white lion tells him he must go free his people. Keith refuses at first due to fear of how the humans will perceive him now but the white lion convinces him this is his destiny. He gives him the power of the red lion and tells Keith he must assemble voltron with four more paladins.

With new Faith, Keith races back to altea to tell Allura of his amazing experience with the white lion and she tells him she is going with him to free the humans.

When they arrive back on earth, they discover that the Empire is thriving more than ever on the expense of the slaves. Keith is shocked to discover it is now Lotor in rule after Zarkon was killed by Lotor. Without Keith, lotor has grown colder and Krolia fears she may be next. When Keith returns lotor is filled with hope that things will go back to the way they were. Keith sadly tells him they can't and lotor realizes Keith hasn't cime back to be a family again but to destroy his empire. They are now enemies.

Keith, Krolia, and Allura flee the castle and Keith manages to find shiro, hunk, lance, and pidge. He tells them they are needed to form voltron in order to free everyone. Naturally lance, pidge, and hunk don't trust him but shiro vouches for keith. They manage to hunt down the other lions and through trust and accepting Keith they form voltron. Keith pleads with lotor to surrender but lotor refuses. Keith then reveals why zarkon was always awful to him and lotor because of impure bloodlines and lotor is full of denial and rage. Voltron and lotor fight to the death. Lotor's last thoughts are of his happy memories with Keith and he cries as he dies.

Earth is then free and altea allies with earth to help restore balance. Keith and Allura go back to altea, shiro, lance, hunk, pidge, and their families relocate to altea with them to live out peaceful lives.

Anyway that is the prince of Egypt au!

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hazbinextgeneration · 3 years

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Down The Rabbithole Ch16

(Disclaimer: The song Chesire sings is Wonderland by Sounds Like Harmony and in no way mine.)

The whole audience of the arena and the three standing there stared at the entrance to this place where foul smelling smoke poked out from the entrance and .....Music played? SERIOUSLY!! WHAT WAS WITH THESE PEOPLE AND SINGING?! Right now it reminded her of her cousin Robert's video games when a new boss appeared. But before now it just seemed like a giant musical like on Broadway, but it just seemed so menacing now as music magically came from no where. Allison shakingly stood up to her feet and just now realized she had no umbrella. It wasn't much but she'd rather have SOMETHING to defend her with, she felt vulnerable without it as they all watched the very tiny shadow approaching from the smoke and music. Allison blinked and shook her head before looking again. Marching towards them, out of the smoke, was Chesire. But this cat wasn't like the regular smiling cat she was used to seeing. As soon as the crowd could make out who it was, there was screams of fright and hundreds of people scrambling from their seats and heading for what she guessed what was the exit to the stands. Their footsteps sounded like thunder and their screams like a millions horror movies were playing at once but for some reason Allison could hear the mysterious boss music clearly. Was she going crazy or was this more of Chesire's magic? The queen immediately pressed back against the Fortune Teller and the moth wrapped his free arms around her bringing up one of his giant wings. He too seemed slightly worried despite his much calmer face. Velveteen looked down right terrorfied of this Chesire. This Chesire's smile wasn't that happy go lucky kind of smile, this one had sinister intentions behind it and that tail.....It was unlike anything Allison had seen before. Separated into floating parts with blue rings, a thread of beads keeping it all attached to his body, his head off his shoulder floating- Well he could always do that, but watching his head just bobbing along permanently above his shoulders as his body bounced along was a little unnerving. And that's another weird thing. He was walking instead of floating, his body bouncing to the beat of the mysterious music and his hand twirling his staff, those slanted eyes lazer focused right onto Velveteen like some owl to a mouse. He didn't even acknowledge the hundreds of people running from him or the Fortune Teller staring at him with narrowed eye calmly as the cat approached.

"I've met this cat and he said, 'Son. I've got nine lives and you've got one.~ So make the best of this you can.~ Cause nothing goes according to plan.~'", Chesire sang, never mind how someone could sing while there head was floating from their neck but the song had a calm, happy tone but there was clearly a menacing undertone to it. "This cat was wise so I took it's advice.~ And waited for a little sunlight.~ I got this feeling that it might work out alriiiiight.~"

In a moment of panic the Queen pulled her staff out and pointed it at Chesire. A familiar rumbling appeared as those eight dirt pillars appeared and went straight towards the small blue cat. Chesire didn't even flinch, stop moving, or blinked as they rumbled towards him.

"Cause life is a trip and it's full of misadventure!~ The cat in the hat has a panic attack.~ But it's laced with good intentions.~" He finally darted his eyes up to the pillars rumbling towards him and without even stopping he raised his staff and the first ring around his tail disappeared. A giant burst of wind tore through the arena destroying the pillars instantly and crumbling them into dust. Fortune brought his wing up more and made Velveteen duck under it to protect her from the dust cloud but Allison was again knock to her bottom and she cough and waved the dust away. "I guess you could say WE'RE ALL MAD HERE!!~ Life is a trip and it's been a bad year.~"

The dust began to slowly settle and when the three looked back up all the pillars were gone and turned into piles of harmless dirt. Allison's jaw dropped. It took her hard work and thinking just to get rid of ONE and Chesire blew then down like paper. He still calmly walked towards them as he kept singing.

"I met this dog and he said, 'Child.~ You'll outlive me seven times.~ So make the best of this you can cause nothing goes according to plan.~' This dog was wise so I took it's advice.~ And waited for a little sunlight.~ I got this feeling that it might turn out alriiiiight.~"

By now most of the arena had been cleared out and again in a moment of panick the Queen stomped down her foot and another familiar rumble was made. The stone walls from the close combat trial appeared and went towards him as he still smiled and calmly sang towards them.

"Cause life is a trip and it's full of misadventure.~ The cat in the hat has a panic attack.~ But it's laced with good intentions.~," he sang just as the walls completely surrounded him and made him disappear from view. They didn't see it, but a second blue ring disappeared from his tail as he again pointed his staff at the stone wall. There was an explosion from the other side and one of the walls immediately cracked and fell to a pile of small rocks on the ground. He didn't care he just started walking over then as he continued singing. "I guess you could say that WE'RE ALL MAD HERE!!~ Life is a trip and it's been a bad year.~" He suddenly stopped ontop of the small pile of ruble and stared intensly at the queen, "Nothing is real and that's a fact!~ When you make believe in Wonderland.~ Nothing is real and that's a fact!!~ When you make believe in Wonderland!~" Velveteen shrieked when some invisible force grabbed her leg and made her trip sending her to the ground and the Fortune Teller promptly threw his beloved pipe to the side and quickly grabbed her with all four has as she was dragged a few feet away from him. "I'M JUST A MAD MAN!!~"

Chesire continued watching her hang onto Fortune Teller for dear life as the usual calm moth scowled at Chesire and pulled her away from his invisible magical hold as Allison watched wide eyes with mixed emotions.

"Love is a locket I keep in my pocket.~....Cause life is a trip and full of misadventure!~" He continued his decent down the small pile of rocks and headed right for them. Eye narrowing at the Queen. "The cat in the hat has a panic attack!!~ But it's laced with good intentions!!~ I guess you can say that WE'RE ALL MAD HERE!! Life is a trip and it's BEEEEEEENN!!~ Life is a trip and it's full of misadventure!!~ The cat in the hat has a panic attack!!~ But it's laced with good intentions!!~ I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT WE'RE ALL MAD HERE!!!~ Life is a trip and it's bee-..." He stopped.....he absolutely stopped when red and whites stripes stood in front of him....He slowly blinked and slowly looked up, up, up and into the angry red face of Allison scowling down at him. "...a bad year....ALLISON!! OH THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE STANDING!!" He jumped up and floated in the air still smiling at her. "Are you alright?! You're not hurt are you?!" His eyes looked over her dirtied body and then to her scraped cheek and his eyes narrowed more, and ears pinned to the back of his head. "It seems to me I came a little LATE!!....Which I do apologize. I got here as fast as I could!"

Allison still scowled at him, the rest of the people in the arena piling out in a panic as she spoke. "Let her go, Chesire."

The cat blinked. "....Beg pardon?"

"I said let her go, Chesire. She's not a bad person, not really." Chesire looked as if she had just changed into a dog and threatened to chase him. Smile froze on his face as she stood there, scowl never leaving as the moth continued to play tug of war with the invisible force. "She told me everything and was honest. Which is more I can say for you." Her eyes narrowed more. "Why didn't you tell me you turned people into dust?"

That seemed to make him flinch, his smile disappeared until it turned into a frown and his eye became hurt. Behind them Velveteen was dropped to the ground finally and Fortune pulled her to her feet immediately. Holding her to him as they stared at the cat and Allison. A popping crackling sound was heard and Allison blinked as Cheshire's tail was forced back together like a regular cat tail and it sealed inself back to his body as he deflated in front of her.....His paws shakingly came up to grab his head, and pull it back down onto his small neck as he stared at her.

"I-....was hoping you'd never find out. I-...'' He tried smiling again. "I was only trying to protect you. I never even expected for you to come here. W-Why would it be important?"

"It's important because well, I DID fall down here. On accident but here none the less! And it would've been nice to have a heads up. But Im more hurt because my own best friend says he wants to protect me, but didn't trust me enough to tell me that." Her scowl melted into a hurtful frown as she stared at him. "We have a lot to talk about Chesh. But you need to tell me everything from now on." She smiled and held out her hands, promise?"

Chesire still floated there for a moment staring at her....before smiling again and throwing himself at her in a hug. "I promise! Im so sorry, Allison."

She hugged him tightly. "It's ok. I forgive you....But there's two other people you should also apologize too." She turned around and made him face the two still watching them in fright and scowls alike. Chesire paused looking at the Fortune Teller...then the queen...then at Allison who nodded towards them. "It would mean a lot to me."

Chesire still stared at her for a bit, before looking over to the strange couple and smiled nervously. "So sorry about the inpolite drop in. I was worried about Allison after she was so rudely called away.~"

"And you'll help fix everything, right?"

He looked behind him at the destroyed stone wall and the doors that was tossed off their hendges. "....Oh. OH, OF COURSE!!"

"And you won't do this ever again right?"

"Right, right! I promise." He looked back to the Queen, "Uh....How about it? Truce?"

Velveteen still looked at the small cat Allison held in her arms and jumped when Fortune put a hand on her shoulder. " It would be wise to take this opportunity, my love. Let a long hatred come to rest and make peace. After all, you're more than capable of letting forgiveness into your heart, aren't you?"

The queen didn't answer for a moment, but looked over to this human who beat her and this Cat who had butted heads with her for years. "......" She sighed and nodded. "Truce."

Allison ended up smiling and hugged Chesire more who giggled those funny giggles of his. And Fortune smiled that calm smile of his. "I'm glad everything has turned out for the better. But I think before we forget, we should fix the things that are broken." He lifted a hand and pointed to the path of Chesire's destruction and the cat again chuckled nervously.

"oh...Yes, let's do that."

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igotubabe-blog-blog · 3 years

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Round Two ... DING!

HELLO EVERYONE! Weeeeeelcome to the Cancer Dome! OK, that’s a reference to both the movie “Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome” and Public Enemy’s song “Welcome to the Terrordome.*” Yes, both are cultural references from over 30 years ago, so if you don’t know them (or care), feel free to move on. No harm no foul.

[Medical Stuff paragraphs] File under “this might get a little complicated.” OK, two infusions have happened without anything too scary happening. That’s month number one. This is an eighteen month ongoing clinical trial. Each subsequent month thereafter I’ll get a single full dose.

Now, for those of you following progress you may know I have been dealing with a distended stomach (as I’ve been calling it since it appeared immediately after the surgery) that has been among my more painful symptoms. My new primary care physicians have suggested it looks like a hernia. And another dr. at NIH, who was checking me out pre-clinical trial, also thought it could be a hernia. How you get a hernia from spine surgery is another conversation. Let’s table that one for now.

A potential issue is my primary care physicians are sending me to see a general surgeon (who apparently are the people for hernias) because my stomach pain has been spiking more and more in recent months, and especially the last two weeks. Since one of the side effects of the drug that is in the clinical trial is inflammation (of the lungs, bowels, etc.) -that could be part of it, but this pain began long before the first infusion. Also, a certain level of practicality would bring one to surmise surgery during a clinical trial is probably a bad idea. Like I said... this may get a little complicated. For now, extra rest, chamomile tea, a cocktail of Advil and Tylenol, and epsom salt baths help reduce the pain. And we shall see what the surgeon says this Tuesday morning, and go from there.

Also, our planned Oncologist, Dr. Ozer, didn’t work out (for insurance reasons) and we now have an appt. with Dr. Paul Thambi in February who we hope will be our new Oncologist moving forward. We think he will be good.

[Family Stuff paragraphs] Did anyone say Henry is reading?!? Henry is reading! It’s really cool. Lukas watches his big brother like a hawk and loves to stay close to him. We love seeing them together on the floor. Usually playing side by side with trucks. Also, Henry is riding a bicycle (slightly still too big for him, but he has training wheels) and getting better at all the pieces that need to fit together to make a bike go where you want it to go.

[Cancer Stuff paragraphs] I want to mention an old friend of mine, Jessica Bernstein, who has also been battling cancer, longer than me, and is facing a recurrence right now too. She was my first call when I got diagnosed with cancer in 2019. Along with being an old treasured friend from my VPIRG** days in Vermont, she has been a light of balance and measured thinking in my life. I want to quote something she recently wrote in her cancer blog:

“Rather than saying that I have an incurable cancer, I've decided to consider this a chronic condition, which needs ongoing monitoring and management. I have all kinds of things working in my favor: advanced diagnostic technology which is able to detect recurrences very early on; a vigilant team of skilled medical watchdogs, keeping a careful eye on me and ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of trouble; and an apparently robust immune system which is working to defend me even before I'm aware there's a battle going on.”

Smart lady. And thinking I will be emulating. Thank god for old friends. And all of the rest of our friends out there who are following our story and rooting for us! It matters to us. Thank you.

Take care of yourselves everyone!

* Pardon me, but I am super nostalgic for O.G. hip hop from 80s and 90s right now (at least the stuff I was listening to): Public Enemy; Erik B & Rakim; KRS-1 and Boogie Down Productions; Del the Funky Homosapien, Ice Cube. Yeah.

** It was one of my old bosses, Daniel Barry, from VPIRG (yes, over 30 years ago, and a guy I would run into on the sidewalks of DC every couple years) whose donation brought the GoFundMe goal over the top in 2019. Working there in the late 80s was not only a formative time for me, but also connected me to people I still love today. Yeah, more nostalgia. :)

2/6/21

#toddTacklesCancer #FiskFamily

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elefhantheroom · 3 years

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