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tavern-aa · 4 years

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Sick Of It : Tsukishima Kei

A/N: Leviathan. This is set during Tsukki’s third year in highschool.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of bullying, slight angst

Word Count: 1.5k

GN! Reader

Funny Prompt 140, 144-145:

140: “I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, I’ll swing it and be like,’oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.’”

144-145: “I’m gonna strangle you.” “Is that a threat or a promise.”

“Watch where you’re going, shrimpy”

You felt a force push past you, almost knocking you to the ground. A sneer was directed towards you, eyes locking with yours before swiftly turning a corner.

You didn’t get it, you just couldn’t get it. Why the hell was he so rude? Ever since first year he had been that way. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s like that to everyone, but the past three years seemed to mellow him out. Not completely, but mellow enough for people to actually somewhat like and enjoy his company. But not to you. No he hadn’t changed how he treated you one bit.

The two of you had been in the same class since your first year and somehow you seemed to just rub him the wrong way, though that wasn’t exactly hard. Not that the feeling wasn’t mutual, he pissed you off to no end. The both of you couldn't stand each other, and what made matters worse is you were one of the managers for the volleyball team. Not only did you have to spend all day in class with his smartass self but you also had to spend your club hours bickering with him too.

Currently you were making your way to your friends’ classroom to have lunch with them. When you spotted the head of orange colored hair you let out a sigh. Your shoulders felt heavy as you approached the tangerine and blueberry duo, plopping down into a chair placed beside Hinata’s desk.

“Hey there, L/N! You look upset, is something wrong?” Hinata greeted, turning his attention away from Kageyama.

“Nah, nothing’s wrong, I just don’t get why that bastard still treats me like shit. I mean we’ve been in the same class and club for three years and yet he still hates me. I didn’t do shit to him,” you complained to the two, dropping your head into your arms propped on Kageyama’s desk.

“L/N, you know he’s just an asshole for no reason, I don’t get why you’re so worked up about it. It’s not like he’s going to change.”

“Sure Kags, but like think about it. He’s nicer to everyone, even you two! But noooooo, not me, I don’t get why. Like I seriously don’t get it. I walk home with him and Yamaguchi everyday, shit we’re even going to the same college! It’s not fair! I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, I’ll swing it and be like,’oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.’”

“Don’t worry, L/n. I’m sure he has his reasons, even if it doesn’t excuse his salty attitude.” Hinata smiled and opened his bento, shoving a large amount of rice into his mouth causing his cheeks to puff out, much like a chipmunks.

“Slow down or you’ll choke, Boke.”

Hinata went to respond, probably “Don’t call me boke,” but he couldn’t as a cough escaped instead of words sending rice flying all over the desk.

You scowled as a water bottle was shoved into your hands by the giant megane. He raised an eyebrow in response before his signature smirk spread across his lips.

“You look uglier with that expression,” he snickered out, watching your reaction as you scoffed, turning away from him to fill the bottle. Just because you didn’t get along with him didn’t mean you could slack in your manager duties. As you filled the bottle, he walked up beside you, leaning on the wall watching you.

“Could you stop that, asshat. I don’t like the way you’re looking at me,” you seethed, screwing the lid back on the bottle.

“Nah, shorty. I like watching your face when you’re mad. It’s cu- it’s funny.”

“I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He snickered once again taking the bottle from your outstretched hand,” I’m so scared, shrimpy. You probably can’t even reach my neck.”

“I don’t need to be able to reach, I can just kick you in the shins or your knees, jackass.”

“That’s cute, at least you know you can’t reach up this high to hit me anywhere it counts.”

“I could always hit you in the balls...”

A scowl crossed his face at the vulgar comment before rolling his eyes.”No matter you’re single, no one wants an ugly, vulgar brat like you, do they?”

It felt like someone had stabbed you through the chest. Confusion settled in your brain at the amount of hurt that you felt from that statement. It’s not like you liked him so why did it hurt so much for him of all people to say something like that. People are like that to you all the time due to you being the manager for the Karasuno team. They all think either you’re slutty and trying to get with the team of that you’re trying to whore around with other teams. But this specific instance hurt so much more than any other time before because it came from Tsukishima.

You felt tears start to swell in your eyes as you pushed past him, keeping your head down and making you way back to the gym. A hand around your arm halted your action though, turning you to face him. When you faced him, his eyes widened at the sight of your tears before the look morphed into something else. It was strange, a look you’ve never seen on him before. It was as if he were contemplating something, something that obviously had to do with you and most likely something that would either piss you off or humiliate you.

You tugged your arm away from his grasp, rubbing the somewhat sore part of your arm. You could feel your anger and hurt bubbling up inside you and finally, almost like a dam breaking, you let it loose.

”What do you want from me, glasses? Huh? Why are you like this? I haven’t done shit to you and yet every damn day I have to deal with your bullshit! I’m so sick of it! If you have a problem with me then just tell me instead of constantly picking fun at me and calling me short! Don’t you think I already hate myself enough without you coming around and pointing out my flaws even more? Honestly, you’re insufferable. I don’t get why I have to be the subject of all this shit, everyone thinks I’m a slut for being the damn team manager for some reason. They put tacks in my shoes or they graffiti my desk and they steal my uniform after gym and I’m sick of it. And then you go around calling me ugly or dumb, or-or-or I don’t know some stupid shitty names and I’m so damn sick of-”

Your rant was cut off by Tsukishima’s hand over your mouth, his other hand busy wiping away the tears that had escaped and rolled down your cheek.

“I-” He stopped himself swiftly before sighing and dropping his hand covering your mouth,”I’m sorry.”

Shock. That was all you could feel. Did THE Tsukishima Kei just apologize to you? Hold on, this can’t be real.

“Did you jus-”

Once again you were cut off, but this time not by a hand but by his own lips. You stayed like that for a few seconds, frozen and confused before he pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I just...shit, at first I was picking at you because I genuinely couldn’t stand you...you were smart and quick witted and you always got better scores than me. It pissed me off but I realized a few months ago that that had changed. I feel like shit for treating you badly, and I feel even worse for not realizing what everyone else was doing to you. I just...fuck, I like you damn it.”

You could only stand there, wide eyed and gaping mouth. He shuffled awkwardly under your gaze before turning his head, averting his eyes.

“I know that sorry doesn’t cut it after everything I’ve put you through, but it just felt like now would be the best time to tell you...I knew how you felt and I still treated you like trash. I don’t think you’re stupid, or ugly, or anything I've ever said...well maybe the thing about bring short isn’t too far off, BUT, that’s not the point. You’re so smart, obviously, you beat me in class ranking all the time, plus I think you really are the most attractive person I’ve ever laid eyes on...” He trailed off, slowly letting his eyes meet yours again.

You didn’t know what to say. Five minutes ago you were threatening each other and now he was confessing his love to you? Huh? Now how does that happen?

You closed your mouth before clearing your throat.

“Well...uh, thanks? I, uh, don’t really know how to respond to this. I mean, yeah you treated me like shit man...it hurt, like really bad and now you wanna kiss and make up? It’s gonna take a lot more than some confession to get on my good side, Tsukishima. But, if you really mean it...I guess we can start as friends...IF you promise to stop calling me names.”

“Deal, well maybe not the names thing, you are pretty short, but I’ll treat you better, no I’ll treat you like royalty, a divine being. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

#haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x male reader #tsukishima x gn! reader #tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x reader

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bethhxrmon · 4 years

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Alright, it’s time for an analysis that no one asked for! So, starting off I would like to say that the “Which Kurt Kunkle Are You” instagram account has done a far better job of analyzing the movie and having humor in a similar tone to the movie than I have. I’m not gonna reinvent the wheel here, if you want some real in-depth and good analysis plus some fun memes and good art, check it out!

This is going to be a combination of a critique on Billy Hargrove and Kurt Kunkle’s characters as well as the audience reaction. Keeping in mind that I’m not an expert and it’s been a week since I’ve seen Spree and over a month since seeing Stranger Things 2 and 3 (double majoring and doing online uni is time-consuming). I might miss things and I might interpret things differently from you. That’s just how it’s gonna be.

So let’s start off with the whole Billy vs Kurt deal that one lovely anon decided to bring to my attention. My first point is going to be that comparing Billy and Kurt is like comparing apples and oranges, they’re both fruit. In this case, they’re both villains. That’s where the similarities end, unless you wanna bring up that they’re both from California lmao.

Kurt is the main character of his respective movie (whether he’s a protagonist or if that’s Jessie can be up for debate imo), whereas Billy was intended to be the human antagonist (pretty sure that’s what the Duffers said) of season 2. Obviously this opens up Kurt to be a more well-written character. He has lots of depth and development as a character and a true, complete arc. His death was, frankly, unavoidable. I say this as someone who likes his character.

Meanwhile Billy is a side character and one of the least important characters of the entire series. His job is to be a road block in season 2. He was also used as a way to prove the show acknowledges racism in that time (it’s very blatant and there’s no systemic racism in the show but that’s an essay for another time). This is something that since the season’s release, Dacre has tried to backpedal on. I’m not faulting him for that, I don’t know the guy, but it sucks that the show is essentially trying to erase its own antagonist. Anyways, his death isn’t a shocker. What was a bit surprising (more disappointing actually) was that the third season doesn’t acknowledge his actions at all. Billy has no character arc aside from the fact he has a shitty dad and that he used to have a mom. Wow. His death was also unavoidable, not much to be done with his character. I don’t blame the Duffers, they have plenty of characters to work with that are actually enjoyable.

Now, let’s get into the audience reaction/fan bases. Let me just say it here: if you’re attracted to Kurt or Billy or any other antagonist in a physical sense, good for you! I hope you’re living your best life either way whether I can relate or not. What becomes an issue is when you don’t acknowledge the bad things the fictional character has done.

In the case of the Spree fandom, to my knowledge (I’m not an all-knowing internet being, I can be wrong about things), there aren’t any “Kurt deserved better” or “Justice for Kurt uwu owo” posts. The fandom on the whole has determined that Kurt deserved what he got. He is a shitty human being, he killed people. In other shocking news, fire is hot. No one in the fandom actually wants to date or marry Kurt Kunkle. No one is genuinely trying to imagine a healthy relationship with him. Why? Because that’s not how his character works! “Stanning” him, and my one-time use of the term “Kurtslut” is meant to be funny and a joke. It’s in the same vein as the satirical, sarcastic tone of Spree itself.

So I’ll admit it, I don’t intentionally go into the Billy tag very much, if at all now that I think about it. His character doesn’t intrigue me at all. However, since people love to come on anon and give input no one asked for, I’m aware that some people refuse to even acknowledge all of Billy’s misdeeds. They think he deserves better and shouldn’t have died. This entirely misses the point of Billy’s canon characterization. If people like his character so much, then they should accept him for what he is as a character. Otherwise, do you really like that character? Or do you just feel bad because his dad’s a shithead?

Also, this is a bit of a side note, but most of my beef with this side of the Stranger Things fandom has come more from the Harringrove end of things (I have a whole post on that). It’s a screwed up ship. I’m only saying this to cover my bases because this should go without saying, if anyone started to ship Kurt with one of the canon characters in Spree, I wouldn’t be here for it. That’s that on that.

To conclude if you made it this far, no one is stanning or glorifying Kurt. Some of us are just attracted to a fictional character. It’s not that deep. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk!

#steph needs to stahp #okay but seriously if you look at any kurt fics #none of them show healthy relationships and that's on purpose #because it wouldn't work that way #but yeah if you're thirsty for billy or kurt #good for you hope you have fun #anti billy hargrove #kurt kunkle #spree #spree spoilers #stranger things

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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Prince!Levi x Thief!Reader

So I just watched the new Alladin, it gave me a lil idea so here it is

Warning: Cursing

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The padder of footsteps against the thin wooden planks above the market sounded in your ears, scurrying across the podiums with either arms out at either side to maintain the balance you held a concentrated grimace on your face with your teeth bit into your lower lip. The angered shouts of guards from behind you urged you on. Hurrying off the bannisters you landed on a flattened rooftop. Taking off in another sprint you clutched the diamond-laced necklace in your hand as it shimmered in the broad daylight. A playful giggle took over as you hopped from roof to roof, swinging off of wooden bannisters and sliding down a brick tiled rooftop where you landed in the middle of the crowd.

The shouts and barks of orders were tossed about as you blended in with the crowd in a hurried walk down a street of little market stalls either side, careful not to get possibly pickpocketed or either bump into someone you continued onwards until the furious calls of the city guards dimmed down to nothing.

Another successful day on the job.

A smirk of triumph graced your lips as you took a hold of a ladder hidden away in a back street, scurrying up the ladder onto another common rooftop you disappeared into your hideout which was on the rooftop- a small enough apartment kept away from the noisy crowds and hidden away from unwanted attention.

Flopping onto your sad excuse of a couch you fondled with the prize of today, that pricey diamond necklace from the jewellers which was worth more than you could ever imagine. Your plan to do with it? Sell it for a fortune to afford a good place to rent and maybe get one of those monkey companions that can help you steal from the black market out of the city. A sigh left your lips as you glanced around, bright sunlight lit up your small home, and the view out through your window gave you a perfect sight of the king’s palace, a balcony that faced outwards where the sun would usually rise- that’s where you could see that short excuse of a prince walk out onto and stay for some time to most likely clear his head.

Oh how much you’d get for stealing something from that prince..?

But was it worth it? The last time someone tried to break into the palace and steal, well, that ended up with them greeting the guillotine the next day. Not a good sight whatsoever. Whenever you saw the prince or any member from the royal family, of course, in your eyes was money signs with big red writing above them saying ‘ Steal from me! ‘.

Even for his short height, the prince was devilishly handsome, extremely, yet he refused to court any princess when the question came up. And the fact that he had quite a colourful mouth added to his character making him all the more interesting.

Maybe you should give that palace a go?

// Time Skip \\

The moon illuminated the dark night sky, even if it was night, the air was still warm, stars twinkled softly in the darkened blanket sky. Faint white clouds came here and there and passed after a few minutes, belt loosely strapped around your waist- your leggings hugged your legs along with the small boots you had on, white shirt along with a brown corset like vest to accompany your shirt. Sleeves rolled up to your elbows along with the scruffy collar standing up on one side whilst the other side stayed down in a messy manner, but did you care?

You couldn’t give a single shit if you were being honest.

Skillfully skimming across the rooftops with the near enough silent patter of your boots hitting off the pavement of the buildings you arrived underneath the balcony of the prince’s room. Warm orange like light seeping out through the opened double doors into the night. Cracking your knuckles you gripped the grooves and uneven edges of the wall- manoeuvring yourself upwards and over the stone railings you peacefully landed on the balcony, looking into the luxurious room of the prince. Maybe he was sleeping or at a meeting and left his balcony open? Oh, how easy tonight would be if either of those were to be the situation.

Standing up you crept over to the double doors and peered inside, looking from left to right. His bedroom alone was huge! It had to be bigger than that sad excuse of a home you have! Sneaking inside like a careful panther stalking its prey you arrived at his dresser where a massive mirror sat facing his huge yet comfortable looking bed, well, of course, it had to be comfortable, he was the prince after all! Neatly folded cravats and ties lay on the dresser, charmless silver, gold and some diamond plated rings and chains hung on some sort of wooden hanger for his little accessories.

You were in a daze and train of thought of what to take and if you should take it all when the presumable bathroom door opened. Your eyes grew wide as you snapped your head in the direction of the on suite to see the one and only raven haired male walk out, black pants and unbuttoned shirt completely stop in his tracks when he cast his gaze upon you. The both of you had a silent stare off for a few moments before he clicked his tongue and adjusted the hem of his sleeve and continued into his bedroom looking like he didn’t give a single shit whatsoever. ‘’Hello once again L/N, I enjoy the shows you do put on near enough every day in the market. Just like the one today, stealing from the jewellers now I see? Very bold of you’’ he hummed with a blank tone as he sat at the edge of his bed, you kept silent, gently holding one of his chains in your hand until you giggled softly.

‘‘Ah well, Levi, I have to live from something somehow’‘ you carelessly shrugged and returned the chain back into its place, sauntering over you sat on your boyfriend’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck lightly.

Yes, you heard it, boyfriend. Boyfriend of almost three years to be exact. Though you couldn’t help with your playful sarcasm earlier when talking about stealing from the royal family- you had surely stolen the young raven haired male’s heart after a few encounters. Levi wrapped his arms around your waist as you straddled his lap and playfully pouted at him. ‘’I need the money and thankfully I got it from that jewellers, your guards put up quite the chase I managed to escape like always’’ you pecked his lips as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. ‘’You resemble a stray cat, though you’re not as scruffy as one. You definitely resemble one from your actions.’’ Levi stated hearing you laugh a little ‘’a stray cat and you’re the royal dog, wonder what breed of dog though? Chihuahua maybe?’’ you teased as Levi growled and nibbled on your neck, his hold on you tightening a little in a squeeze ‘’watch your mouth you troublemaking brat.’’ he grumbled as you pulled away from him, cupping his face with a pout as his gunmetal orbs flicked up to meet your own.

‘‘I’m only messing with you, I’m sorry~’‘ you sighed- pout turning into a miniature smile as Levi brings you into another short kiss. ‘‘Maybe you should stay the night, your place must be fucking cold at this hour.’‘ the male continued as you hopped off his lap, standing up he led you to the balcony as you trailed behind. ‘‘Correct, once the heat begins to calm down in the night I do become a popsicle.’‘ sarcastically relying you join Levi’s side on the balcony and rest your elbow on it. Cocking your arm up to rest your cheek on the palm of your hand you gazed outwards towards the city with glowing lights. Levi scoffed for a second, clasping his hands together and leaning against the railing as he took a glimpse to you for a few seconds. ‘‘I have the money, tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you. Isn’t that hard now is it?’‘ he droned examining the way your E/C orbs shimmered in the reflection of the city lights.

You frowned and turned to Levi ‘’as I said before, I don’t need your money, plus your father would have my head if he found out we’re seeing each other- not that he already wants my head that is..’’ you answered as Levi stared blankly at you. ‘’Don’t act as if we haven’t lost our virginity to each other F/N, you’re stuck with me okay shithead? Even if my fucking parents won’t shut the fuck up about marrying off to some petty spoiled princess and get an heir, they can go fuck themselves’’ he growled with a scowl growing on his handsome features as you giggled. Levi’s hardened features softened a little from the sound of your giggles as he faced you once again- you both fell into a comfortable silence.

‘‘I might as well go home.. It’s getting late and I need my beauty sleep’‘

‘‘F/N you know you can stay here whenever you feel like it, you know that right?’‘ Levi sounded concerned, you sighed and showed him a gentle smile before you hopped onto the stone railing in a crouch. ‘‘I know and I think that’s sweet of you to say, I’ll survive Levi, have a good night, I love you’‘ you mumbled pecking his nose- watching his face scrunch up into an irritating blush you playfully rolled your eyes. ‘‘Yeah, yeah, got it, now skiddadle before someone catches you-you goddamn idiot’‘ Levi teasingly replied before tapping your butt as you turned away from him to hop off his balcony.

And like that, you were off with the night again, the street lights and warm torches from the inside of restaurants and homes lighting you up as you hurried across the rooftops away from the palace, H/C hair shining and arms going out either side to maintain balance over some structures as Levi watched you disappear into the busy unwavering streets of the city.

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callitfreedom · 6 years

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7 days

It’s been seven days since my last post. Seven exciting days!

A couple of hours after I finished my last post me and a nice aussie girl (Ava) I met at the hostel went out with the intention to grab some food and ended up at a malaysian house party that night. Honestly, I don’t even know how it happened. One minute we were talking to those locals and the next I found myself chatting and drinking with two british guys (who are staying in Sabah for 6 months to do some research for uni), a girl from LA, another girl from the UK and a bunch of locals. It was a very long but very funny night, it’s not like I’m going to malaysian house parties every day, right?!

The next day started rather late thanks to last nights activities so Ava and I decided to have a relaxed day at Manukan. Manukan is a small but very beautiful island near KK. We took a boat from the Jesselton Point and enjoyed a kinda wild ride to the island.

The island itself is flooded by tourists. Apart from that it was great! Beautiful crystal clear blue water (great for snorkelling), good food and tons of pretty shells, corals and stones. Once we arrived in kk we went for some street food. Fried curry bread things and some local fruits (I fell so in love with the Mangostane). Back in the hostel I met the most german guy you can imagine (very german accent plus the way he dresses...) who told me about a tour to the Kinabatangan river the next day. I wanted to do one like that for a while now and everybody who knows me and my impulsiveness can think of what I did. I just booked a tour (which started about 8 hours later) without even thinking. And it was one of the best decisions I’ve made so far in Malaysia.

The trip started at 6 in the morning. Fred (our driver) picked us up at the hostel and we got on a small bus with a bunch of westerners. There was Marcello, a guy from El Salvador who’s been travelling BY BIKE for over three years now. A UK couple, who are so much into diving and are basically travelling around to every good diving place in Asia. Vicky and Alex (she is dutch and he is german as well) who live in Amsterdam and just came here for holidays. The german german guy and me. I was kind of overwhelmed with so many white people in a bus and even more when we came to the resort and noticed that there were about 50 westerners. After a couple of weeks in almost complete isolation this felt just strange.

Anyways the tour I booked said three days and two nights at the resort consisting of four river cruises and three jungle walks (the whole thing costs about 80€ including meals). So we got a briefing from one of the girls who worked there, had some time to settle in the beautiful treehouse dorms and got on our first cruise at 4pm. And we got so lucky! Our (rather handsome) guide is blessed with great eyes for spotting wildlife and thanks to him we saw a lot. Three wild Orang-Utans climbing around in the trees near the river banks, one of them was a baby sitting in a nest and covering itself with leaves as a short shower started. There was a group of male Proboscis Monkeys, a lot of Macaques, two Hornbills, a huge Eagle and a Kingfisher. Pretty good for the first cruise.

After dinner we had a little dance party! The locals showed us some of their traditional dances which are pretty funny and kinda embarrassing if you’re not able to do it (I wasn’t!). Still fun tho and nice to get to know each other.

It was time for the night walk after that so we got to grab our torches and cover ourselves with insect-repellent (otherwise you’ll get eaten alive by those fuckers). I found myself walking next to our guide Bon Bon. Another good decision cause I noticed during that walk that he wasn’t really looking forward to showing the smaller animals (mantis or tiny frogs) to those tourists that were apparently just looking for the big and exciting stuff (crocodiles or elephants). So I kinda had my own private tour at the back of the queue and I was so thankful for that.

Every other cruise and trek after that was similar to the first one. More Proboscis Monkeys, Macaques, Hornbills and we could add the silver leaf monkey (aka David Beckham monkey) and Monitor Lizards to our collection.

Now I have to get to a rather unpleasant part of that trip. I mentioned earlier that some tourists at the resort were looking for the adventure, the exciting stuff. Didn't appreciate the nature they’re walking in, the small creatures that live there and are worth as much as a Clouded Leopard. They didn’t appreciate the food the girls were cooking or the effort our guides made to make it a great trip. If we didn’t see something like an Orang-Utan the trip was “boring” and “not worth the money”. And this made me really angry. I got kinda disgusted by my people. How they take everything for granted and walk around in the jungle screaming most of the time just to complain that they don’t see any rare animals. Seriously, what do you expect walking around there shouting at your friend?! I know I’m also part of this world but at that moment I just thought fucking white people who don’t have the respect for nature and culture!!! How can you not see the beauty of the place you’re walking in? How can you make fun of the locals for being happy when they see a beautiful cricket? Just think about your behaviour if you go to places like that. Put some effort in what you’re doing and treating people right and with respect and you will get something back!

Which brings be to the next thing that happened. That night me and two UK guys started playing cards (the game is called Shithead and is apparently a well known game) and eventually ended up playing drinking games with ten other people. We finished the whole beer, so one of the guys paid the workers to bring us more. What we didn’t expect was a James Bond worthy delivery of two crates of beer in the middle of the night on a speedboat with a huge spotlight. A couple of beers later almost everyone left except for Brett (UK diving guy), Marcello, one of the guides and me. Unfortunately Brett and Marcello were so drunk that they decided this is the perfect time to do some jungle trekking! At two in the morning. Without a guide. Drunk. Sounds like a good idea, right? The guide (not gonna tell his name cause I don’t want him to get in trouble) was not able to talk them out of it, they didn’t even care when he told them they are basically risking their lives! So here is what we did: We let them go and decided to sneak up on those guys (he was barefoot by the way). We followed quietly for maybe half an hour, walking in the dark without a torch to not get caught and eventually the guide decided it’s time to show himself before those guys get lost and he did the funniest thing ever. When we got closer her started RUNNING AND SCREAMING towards Brett and Marcello scaring the shit out of them!!! You should’ve seen their faces, it was just hilarious! All of us continued the trekking together after that. I even saw some crocodile eyes maybe two or three meters away from were I stood. We got back at half two and stayed up for another hour just chatting about travelling. At half three in the morning I decided it’s not worth heading to bed that night because I’d have to get up for the morning cruise two hours from that anyway so I just sneaked into the kitchen area and watched the nightlife of the Kinabatangan slowing down and fading into the morning activities. I think this is when I fell in love with that river.

#kinabatangan #kinabatanganriver #malaysia #borneo #wanderlust #river cruise

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theabominableblogger · 7 years

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Rewatching “Through Imperial Eyes”

Before and after this episode, everyone was so on edge, concerning Kallus’ survival.

AKA FPS Star Wars

Wait, so does Kallus just sleep in his armor? Do you know how uncomfortable that would be?

Can we address the fact that Lieutenant Lyste’s first name is Yogar?

Who promoted Yogi Bear to an Imperial rank?

Something I want to see more in this show: the Ghost crew in different disguises

Ezra, your bounty hunter voice needs some work

Kallus sounds kinda like Saw Gerrera in Rogue One when his voice gets super high pitched

Lyste, you did nothing, you shithead.

I love Thrawn’s leitmotif.

Chimera? What does a Star Wars rendition of that look like?

*Stormtrooper randomly slams Ezra over the head* Nice....

AP, how about you stop discussing the secret plan out loud? Good? Good.

I never realized how much I appreciated David Oyelowo as Kallus

Fun Fact: he’s MLK in “Selma”

*Thrawn is doing a practice battle with the sentry droids* @maeve-pendergast, we’re gonna do this scene and it shouldn’t be that hard to choreograph.

“Override Code: Rukh.” We’re getting Rukh and the Death Commando next season!

I still think it would be sweet if Kallus were to be the one that killed Thrawn since he reset the override code. Think of it as a poetic justice. Plus, it’s Disney, they pull that crap a lot.

To be completely honest, I don’t think I’ve any of the TCW episodes with Yularen in them.

Lyste, sit down, you’re trying too hard.

How is Kallus “ranked higher” than Lyste? Is it because he denied promotions but everyone treats him like he was?

Kallus: Please stop that!

Ezra: *drops down from hanging on the ceiling* I’m Batman.

Ezra’s British accent is terrible....

Ezra’s a little short for an Imperial officer. He’s canonically 5′4″, which is kinda small for a guy.

I feel like as the more I watch this show, I can understand Chopper speaking in binary.

AP, that’s not helpful.

All the Indiana Jones Easter Eggs!

Kallus: I’m gonna sneak around in this room, that is almost completely white, where I’m not gonna leave any traces

Ah, that’s the green clone trooper’s helmet in “Revenge of the Sith!”

Please tell me they removed the head Yoda sliced off.

Guys, we need a Kanan episode.

“I’m not the spy! Governor Pryce is!” THAT’S WHAT A SPY WOULD SAY!

So we get a somewhat happy ending but Lyste’s probably gonna get tortured for absolutely no reason so yay????

Sabine really likes using the color orange

“Agent Fulcrum” The sarcasm is strong with this one.

#through imperial eyes #star wars rebels #swr #the blogger reacts #grand admiral thrawn #agent kallus #ezra bridger #ap-5 #david oyelowo #swr rewatch

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The First Rebel Chapter 1 (1up Deadfic)

Chapter 1: Some Supplies.

The Rebel drove very fast along the seemingly endless desert road. It was a long drive, and the Rebel started thinking to himself about his next step of total revenge:

Hmm, that escape was easier than I thought. Too easy in fact, I gotta keep my guard up from now on. You never know what dickish event life's gonna throw at you. This truck isn't that bad, but we'll need a faster and more subtle mode of transportation when we reach the city.

He decided that they first needed to go to the nearest Telephone booth and call some of Wario's friend's, though how they were going to pay it when they were broke was a mystery. Luckily however Wario, while looking through the truck had found Chain Chomp Grappling Hooks. These were no ordinary ones either, you see the Chain Chomp could hold on to anything and with a couple of adjusting, could pull anything it latched onto. Truly some fine things were found in 1973. As Wario fiddled with the Chain Chomps to see if both worked, the Rebel was busy flooring the gas pedal as the city was soon coming into view.

The Rebel started to slow down when he saw a phone booth about 4 miles from the city. He stopped the truck as Wario got out of the car and approached the booth. During the night, the booth's blue/white colour made it nice. The red and green neon "PHONE BOOTH" sign was also easy to the eyes. Beside the telephone was a brown metallic box with the blue and red sign that said: "GET YOUR CHANGE HERE." Wario aimed his Chain Chomp at the box and watched as it latched onto the box. Then with a great pull, the box was ripped from the machine as millions of gold coins almost filled the floor.

Wario then grabbed some coins, and put them in the Telephone box. He grabbed the telephone and dialed the numbers, within seconds he got an answer.

"Hey Jimmy," Wario said, "yeah, who else? No, not this time, I'm out. You heard me, yeah, yeah, yeah, what part of yeah did you not understand? So how's the company, good, very good. What? Uh-huh, yeah I got it. How's she? You know who I mean, good, see you."

Wario then got in the truck with the coins as they drove off. As they got closer to the city, Wario was counting the coins, licking his snake like tongue against the coins, and cackling like a witch. The Rebel wanted to ask Wario to stop that as it creeped him out but decided against it, seeing how it's never a good idea to piss off a man who descended from a cobra. Pretty soon they made it in, the Rebel parked the truck and they both got out of it. The Rebel just gazed at the countless uses of red and orange neon everywhere while Wario went looking for a car.

After looking at an ugly fountain for hours, Rebel soon gazed at a typical riot going on around Python Pizza. It was over very quick however as the cops arrived and helped in their most signature style by shooting the hell out of everyone with their flamethrowers. Wario then appeared in a yellow Cadillac that looked like it swallowed 4 whole jars of steroids and opened the passenger door which let the Rebel get in. Inside there was a radio singing music that not even a stoner could make sense of as Wario drove very slowly, an oddity for the city folk there. The Rebel was getting a little nervous and feared they might get caught; however Wario just listened to the nonsensical beats and the occasional gibberish that counted as lyrics.

"So where to now?" Wario asked,

"We should get some new clothes." The Rebel said,

"I think we should go get a doughnut land doughnut first."

"Too bad, we're getting our stuff first."

Wario glared at the Rebel, warningly. He glared back as well which led to Wario chuckling as he stopped at "The Toad House" thrift store. It was pretty unorganized with loads of cardboard boxes containing junk no one wanted. Wario found the clothes section and started started going through it all. In the end he chose a nice yellow jacket with yellow pants; his shirt choice was a purple one complete with a purple lizard skin tie. He also picked a yellow hat. Not the manliest set of colours, but Wario made it look passable. The Rebel went for a more plain look with a brown shirt, blue pants, black shoes, and some glasses.

After paying for all this, the gentle men then changed into their outfits, sold the police outfits for a mere 50 coins each, and before they left Wario secretly caught a rat and ate it in one bite. While at the thrift store, they also bought things like tools, a couple of metal parts, plus some paper and pen. They were all ready when Wario asked to go to "Donut Land Doughnuts". The Rebel grunted as he reluctantly agreed. Fortunately, the doughnut shop was just around the corner so at least it wasn't a long trip. The shop itself was pretty crummy but did you honestly expect better from this place? After a good couple of minutes, the duo finished their quick snack and walked up the metallic stairway, leading them to their next destination.

Hmm, those doughnuts were pretty damn good. Then again, I've been eating mostly crap for many, many months so anything should taste amazing.

They headed into the Hammer Bros. Tattoo shop, a small franchise that specialized in permanent tattoos. The Rebel heard there was another one in the south part of the city called Sarasaland, but one of the original owners was still here. Wario hit the bell on the desk as the Hammer Brother came out to greet what he thought were his new clients.

"How can I-" started the Hammer Brother until he saw who he was looking at.

"Hello Mac," The Rebel said, just grinning as Mac almost fell down in shock.

"W-"

"Please," He said, "Call me Mr. Smith. Everyone did back at the asylum, even your brother."

"What's this gotta do with Mark?" Mac said,

"Nothing, I just mentioned...I need you Mac."

"Why, W...Mr. Smith"

"Because I'm making a revolution against Koopa and I need your knowledge."

"What-"

"Don't bother lying to me Mac," The Rebel said, "I know you're still apart of the team, I'm not here for trouble. In fact when this whole thing's over with, I'm going to New York-"

"You mean the other realm."

"Whatever, anyway, of course I'd just go to the uh...'secret place', but the thing is, is that I'm not as stupid as the others thought I was. I mean if they think I'm just going to walk in there and yell, HEY LOOK AT ME, they are sorely, sorely, mistaken. Now, you must be asking why I need your help. Well its simple really, all I need to know are what the changes to the security are and how I can avoid them."

"Nothing's changed. There's been, no security additions, at least not what I know of-"

"Don't piss on my intelligence Mac you know how much I hate that."

"I-I-I-I'm not,"

"Oh yeah Mac sure, Koopa's done NOTHING to the security of the towers after I was taken away. You really expect me to believe that?! Come on, I've been fed crap for months; I don't need any more in my mouth! We ALL know Koopa's paranoid enough to up the security! I just need to know what new challenges I'm going to be facing."

"Why do you keep saying that Koopa-"

"ENOUGH!"

This made Mac flinch in surprise as the Rebel just sighed,

"I'm hoped it was't going to come to this Mac."

He looked at Wario who got out his flamethrower and clicked the trigger showing the flames flickering. Mac hesitated for a bit, sweat dropping down his head quickly, until he finally opened the door leading to his office.

"Alright, I'll explain in the back," Mac said.

Wario and the Rebel walked inside as Mac sneakily got out a hammer from behind a secret compartment. Without hesitation, he threw the hammer, quickly knocking them both down to the floor as he reached for his phone to call the police.

Wario, however had gotten up and fired his Chain Chomp at Mac, which managed pull him from the phone. Before Mac do anything, Wario then grabbed some gloves with spikes on the knuckles from a brown shelf, put them on, and repeatedly punched Mac in the face with his fist until it was a bloody mess. The Rebel grabbed one of the hammers, smashed Mac's face for good measure then and put it in his hand as they quickly left the scene. After they got in the car, Wario drove around mindlessly, successfully blending in, with the others, after a while he parked the car and they got out to get some fresh air, or as fresh as you can get here.

"What now?" Wario asked,

Just then an old lady with a charity box said, "Penny for the poor?"

The Rebel and Wario ignored her when she pulled a shock gun and yelled, "HEY SHITHEADS!"

Wario then got out his flamethrower and shot her. Then, he saw someone with a wrench looking at the car admirably. He shot that guy too pretty messily while making a sadistic grin of satisfaction. The Rebel however was getting nervous. Pretty soon they were gonna get caught killing people and then get arrested which would halt his plans of killing Koopa. And that, he would not stand!

"You know," The Rebel said cautiously, "We're going to have to stop constantly killing people unless we want the cops to find us."

"Yeah sure," Wario said sarcastically,

"I'm serious! We have to be more careful around here! The police could be watching!"

Wario just grunted and opened the car door before the Rebel grabbed his shoulder!

"Listen here ass clown! I just got out of the asylum, and if you think I'm going to let you screw me up the ass by putting me right back there you're heavily mistaken!"

"HEY!" Wario shouted, taking the Rebel's hand off his shoulder,

"One, Don't touch me again! And two, I'll do whatever I goddamn want Mr. Smith! Just because you're paranoid about getting sent back to that old place doesn't mean I have to be!"

After that, they both stopped and just stood there before the Rebel broke the ice.

"Look, we need to stop fighting and continue our plan!"

Wario thought for a second and finally gave up, "Alright, you win."

"Good, now we need a base to put all our stuff and camp out. Somewhere they'll never suspect."

"Somewhere they'll never expect huh?" Wario said with a slight grin, "Alright, ok I think I got someone who can help us."

He got in the car and started it up.

"Where to," The Rebel said getting in,

"My old warehouse that I ran in '67," Wario said, "That's where she'll be."

"Who's that?"

Wario grinned,

"My wife".

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Author’s Note: Hey, remember when I said I was really proud of this story at times? Weeeeeell, sometimes I’m rather ashamed I didn’t catch some of the goofs you’re about to witness (And that’s not even getting into how I handled some characters). However, I have nothing to hide. I made the decision to post this story online with these typos and grammar mistakes, and that’s the version you’re gonna see. Besides I feel it gives off a “Look how far I’ve come” feel that wouldn’t come across as well if I had updated it.

#1up Deadfic #smbmovie #super mario bros movie

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