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I'm sorry, I'm late- Hwang Hyunjin: Chapter One

Description: Y/n is an art teacher's apprentice in a small town in France. Hwang Hyunjin is an idol who decided to run away after trouble started to arise again. He finds himself in the class where she trains, quickly they peaked each other’s interests. Both of them ran from something and it landed them in this small town in the middle of practically nowhere. One thing they both know is that the past always catches up and it is only a matter of time, so they better make the most of it now.

Warnings for Chapter 1: none

WC- 5k

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Song- It’s so peaceful in the country – Mildred Bailey

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Chapter 1: His eyes

You sat up slowly, feeling the sun through your thin curtains. You felt refreshed, oddly enough. Looking over at the clock on your wall you hopped up.

Oh my gosh you were late to class! You ran to the wardrobe to get a quick outfit. Throwing on some old clothes the ever so kind old lady, Gram, across the street gave you when you first moved here as a housewarming present. She also made you her special pasta, the thought made your mouth water, but you didn’t have time to relish that thought. You rushed to your bathroom washing up to look presentable enough to be running around a classroom helping the teacher. You grabbed your flats which were by the door and threw your book bag over your shoulder. Feet out you started running down the worn old street.

“Morning Y/n!” One of your neighbors yelled from across the way. You mustered a morning as you kept running. You could not be late! That would look unprofessional! You started to see the town in the distance and took a second to breathe. What time was it now? You dug through your bag and found the watch you bought from the general store. 7:45am.

Alright! Finally slipping your flats on you took note to remind yourself to take a bath when you got home, especially since you ran barefoot all that way. You started to run again down the hill not noticing the person at the bottom. You ran straight into him, your bag swinging around you.

“DÉSOLÉ! JE SUIS EN RETARDE! (Sorry, I am late)” You yelled and kept running. Normally you learned not to apologize much here, but you really rammed into him.

However, it was worth it! You got to the small classroom in the tiny-tiny school in time.

“Bonjour, Y/n. (good morning, Y/n)” Your higher up greeted you. You greeted him back with a nod and sat down in your desk which was sat by his. You were learning how to teach art here. Since the teacher was getting old and Mr. W noticed that you weren’t one of the young people to just leave the small French town after his semester class, he decided to take you under his wing. He would tell you how to thoroughly teach an art class, as well as help you with your French. For the most part a lot of people in town would cut you some slack, they pretty much picked up that you were young and at least trying to speak to them as much as you possibly could.

The classroom started to fill with young adults, it was the usual class, until someone who wasn’t ordinary showed up. It was the guy you rammed into at the end of the hill. The more you looked at him the more he stood out to you. His hair was chopped horribly, and his clothes had what you assumed to be the logos removed. You have read an abundance of true crime books in your youth so to say this man didn’t raise all the red flags would be a lie. He didn’t look like he would harm anyone though, that is what truly through you off about him. He looked like a scared ally dog.

Eventually you got tasked to clean up the brushes from last class, you quickly got up and went to the broken-down sink at the back of the room. You let them soak and you listened to the head teacher guide the class through the lesson. Soon that will be you leading the class, you couldn’t wait. Mr. W really knew how to captivate the learning starving artists, soon everyone was working as the record player near his desk started to play famous classical pieces. Your eyes drifted to the young man in the corner, once again catching your interests. You watched as he deliberately and carefully let the small delicate brush hit the thick paper. The sun hit him beautifully and you started to notice little details about him. Then he made eye contact with you, and you quickly went back to soaking and cleaning the brushes, you even went as far as cleaning various old materials used earlier on in the week.

As much as you tried to get your mind off him, you couldn’t. Huffing you grabbed a stool and sat next to him. He looked at you with a terrified look, he looked as if you caught him sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner.

“You’re new here, I ran into you…” You mumbled and kept looking at him, he looked down quickly at his work.

“I- yeah. It’s okay…” The young man went back to his painting.

“Do you speak French?” You watched his line work again; his eyes watched the brush intently.

“Very little, I have visited Paris many times, but I don’t stay long.”

You let out a small huff of a laugh, “Paris is quite far from here.” This caught his attention and he looked at you.

“Good.” He said softly then turned back. You two have been talking in a soft tone due to people around you trying to focus.

You decided to keep talking, “did you just move here? I haven’t seen you around.”

“Yes, a couple weeks ago. I was at the Inn until I moved into the neighborhood above the hill.” He dipped his brush in the paint again and kept the steady hold.

“You live in the same neighborhood as me.” You said, “you’re also mainly a landscape artist.”

The man looked stunned, and he dropped the brush, “how can you tell?”

“The way your lines are deliberate, you’re calculating in your head instead of feeling out the page and medium emotionally.” You said and made eye contact with him; he was a total mystery to you. After living in this town a couple of years, you learned about almost everyone. The town only sometimes got any new visitors until this guy just showed up.

“You can pick up on that?” The man spoke softly, he seemed to walk on eggshells around you. Did you hurt his feelings? There was nothing wrong with deliberate and calculated lines.

“Yes, mainly because I wish I could do that in my art.”

He picked up the brush again and dabbed it on the paper, “what mediums and styles do you work in?”

“Portrait and abstract. For portrait I work in charcoal and watercolor, for abstract I work in all different types of stuff I can get my hands on.” You spoke softly. When a ghost of a smile graced his features, you almost felt your heart stop and you didn’t know why.

“I hate working in charcoal and abstract.” His eyes followed his brush strokes again.

“Which house do you live in?” You asked him.

He smiled again, “you ask a lot of questions.”

“We haven’t had someone new actually move in since I moved in.” You quickly answered back.

The man acknowledged your statement, “the one with the dead rosebush in the front.”

“It’s not dead forever!” You said rather defensively, mainly because you live right next to this house which you thought was vacant still, “it just needs some help.”

“Ah so you know the house I live in?” He picked up a thicker brush.

“Yes, you’re my neighbor. It is a small neighborhood in a small town. Also why is-“ you were going to ask him about his hair when Mr. W called you by his desk. You excused yourself and walked over. He ended up tasking you to clean up the chalkboard, something about his arm hurting him. If you translated that correctly.

As you cleaned up the old-fashioned school board you felt eyes on you, you knew they were the mysterious stranger’s.

Well, your mysterious neighbor.

After the class was dismissed, you helped clean up for the day and Mr. W excused you. When you grabbed your bag and walked out of the classroom you saw the mysterious stranger again. He saw you and you noticed he got nervous again.

This guy was very odd.

You approached him, “you can go home now.”

“You wanted to ask me something though.” He said and you two walked out of the school building. You looked up at him trying to remember what on Earth you were going to ask him earlier. You pouted a bit trying to remember.

“If you don’t remember then I live next door.” The man said, he went to turn to the direction of the neighborhood, and you stopped him again.

“Wait, what’s your name?” You had grabbed onto his sleeve. His lean figure whipped around.

“Hwang Hyunjin.” Part of his expression told you he was nervous to say this, but still answered you.

“Can I give you a nickname to help me remember?” There was no way you wanted to forget his name let alone accidentally pronounce it wrong. Between speaking English and now heavily studying French, sometimes your pronunciations could get a little wonky.

You saw him smile warmly at you, “Sometimes people would call me Jinnie.”

Jinnie… How cute.

You nodded and repeated it then introduced yourself, “I am Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You put your paint-stained hand out for him to shake. He gladly took your hand and shook it. His hand was quite larger than yours and the next thing you knew he turned away and waved. You stood there dumbfounded, this man, Jinnie, was odd. But he was interesting and young like you. Part of you felt like you had to help him, no one really helped you when you moved to town. You didn’t want this man to go through that too. You made up your mind, you would show up at his door tomorrow and walk to school with him.

Your feet made their way to the heart of the small town, you greeted the locals, they were now kind to you and warm. You belonged here now to them. It was a foreign feeling, being a part of a community that was kind to you. Walking into the bookstore where you help part time you were greeted by your coworker.

“Ah… Vous n'avez qu'à balayer le plancher. (I need you to sweep the floor)” She didn’t always give you tasks like this, most of the time it was restocking shelves or working the counter. However, you didn’t mind sweeping the floor. You nodded and went to the back room to retrieve the broom and dustpan. Everything was older and you thrived in this environment. You could be doing nothing at all, or cleaning, and you are happy. You loved it here. Maybe you romanticized a little too much though. The thought made you smile to yourself. After your sweeping your boss had you tidy up some shelves.

“Um, Y/n!” She peeked her head in from one of the shelves, “A demain(see you tomorrow)??”

“Oui. (yes)” You said simply, you planned on popping in tomorrow after school anyways, if she wanted you to help out too, you would gladly do so. You saw her smile at you then nod, walking off to other tasks. Once you were done you said your goodbyes and started to walk back home. Your little neighborhood wasn’t far from the town. Part of you felt excitement bubble up in you, remembering your new neighbor.

When you walked up the hill it was already nighttime, you honestly think you should start carrying a walking stick especially because it was a pretty empty field surrounding the small jumble of brick homes. The trees didn’t start until the back of the neighborhood. You never went that way though. Whenever you walked into the beaten path you found yourself once again becoming happy, seeing someone new here really greatened your appreciation for this town. You wondered if Jinnie had the same appreciation as you.

You unlocked your small house which you would be lying if you said it wasn’t some little cottage. You decorated it the past two years like that on purpose. Kicking off your flats you remembered how dirty your feet were. Letting out a small laugh, you walked towards the bathroom and drew yourself a bath. As you waited for the water to fill, you made yourself some tea. It was dark out now and you felt it would be a great way to end your night. As you washed your hands in the sink, you had a perfect view of your neighbor’s living room. You didn’t want to be creepy, so you closed the curtains, but not before taking note of how peaceful he looked reading a book that clearly enthralled him. Your heart pounded and next thing you heard was the kettle whistling. Quickly shaken out of your thoughts you waited to pour yourself a cup and head back to the bathroom.

Slipping into your nightgown which was yet another gift from your birthday last year from the kind lady across the way. She wanted to always repay you for bringing her your homemade pumpkin bread once every other week. She was your first friend here. You went under your covers and made sure your alarm clock was on this time. You had to get up a little early anyways, you wanted to walk with Jinnie to school.

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Shockingly, your alarm did wake you up. Excitedly you hurried to get ready, your feet pitter pattered to the wardrobe. You grabbed a dress and another sweater; you were always one for layering even if summer was quickly coming. That means you would have another year of student-teaching experience under your belt. It also meant you would spend more time at the bookstore soon, which made excitement bubble in your stomach. You walked to the bathroom and once again got washed up for the day. Teeth, hair, the homemade lip balm you made yourself, all done!

You slipped your socks and boots on, today felt like a boots day. The breakfast menu was some fruit and toast, you really had to pick up more food soon at the market. Maybe you would go in a couple days on Sunday, the town always had merchants come in and it was outdoor. You nodded to yourself and finished eating. Grabbing your bag you headed to the neighbor’s home, the one with the sad rosebush.

To say you were a little nervous would be a lie, you weren’t used to being the one to almost chase after someone, but Jinnie intrigued you. You knocked a couple times and he answered, seemingly already dressed.

“Good morning, Y/n.” His voice was soft. Jinnie’s eyes looked tired.

“Good morning Jinnie, do you want to walk with me to the school?” You really hoped he would say yes, he could be the only friend you have that was actually your age. Jinnie smiled down at you.

“I would love to actually, let me grab my things.” He went to shut the door but then opened it, “you can come in.”

You took up his offer and decided to look around the house, it had been vacant since you had moved in. But it surely didn’t look like it got worn over time. You saw how he had already had stuff hung up, his art which looked recent, there was no sign of dust stains.

“I have been painting a lot since I moved here.” He said now next to you, you nodded slowly.

“I see most of them are of the town.” You noted, you recognized the general store and the fountain in the middle of town.

Jinnie hummed, “I used to paint flowers a lot, sometimes people or still lifes. But after moving here I have been inspired by the architecture.”

You finally got a look at his clothes, “you are wearing normal clothes today. No torn off logos.”

His brows furrowed, “you take note of everything don’t you? Our neighbor across the street gave me these. Said I was her old husband’s size.”

“She did the same for me too.” You smiled at the memory, “if you want to thank her, I bake her bread once every other week. You can join me.”

His eyes, which were once tired, lit up, “I love bread.”

“We will have to make extra then.”

After you talked about the pumpkin bread recipe you two started your walk to the school, the sun now just rising over the town.

“It is hard to not romanticize this town.” He suddenly spoke, “although the people here sometimes act like they hate me.”

You let out a small huff of a laugh, “they do that to newcomers, if you want, I can help teach you some basic phrases. It will help them warm up to you more.”

“You would do that?” Jinnie asked you, the cool spring breeze brushing through his hair.

“Yes, in exchange that you help me with landscape art.” You said and put your hand out again, to shake on it.

“Deal.” This time he actually grinned and shook your hand. You saw his toothy grin for the first time that morning. This man was dangerously charming.

You really couldn’t help the small glances you two would exchange during class, the small smiles, everything. He was an instant click for you. However, you didn’t let him distract you from your work though, Mr. W would kill you if he found out you were getting distracted by some random boy. You started to study the art history books Mr. W assigned to you to study, he always said if you wanted to teach a subject you had to know the history behind it. Your favorite artists were all landscape-based artists, mainly because you couldn’t do it. Your art was either the small details of people’s faces, or complete disordered abstract. Your mind once again wandered to Jinnie who was now cleaning his brushes, his art study on the town that was hung up by the door of his home was almost perfect in a way. You wondered how Jinnie himself just did that.

After the class, you picked up your history books and thanked Mr. W. Since it was Friday you wouldn’t see him until Monday, unless he called your landline asking you to come in. When you walked out you saw Jinnie waiting there for you once more.

“Mr. W really knows how to capture the attention of students.” Jinnie spoke and held the door open for you. You walked out and waited for him this time.

“I am very thankful to be able to learn from him, he wants me to take his teaching position when he is ready to retire.” Your bag swung a bit when you flipped around to face him.

“You are very welcoming; I am sure you will be a good teacher.” Jinnie said, you two walked down the dirt path, almost to where the crossroad was.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, “I have to go to work… Which is in town…” You weren’t very good at goodbyes or see you laters.

“I can bring you dinner tonight if you want, I mean you are helping me out with getting settled here. It’s the least I can do.” You two now stood at the crossroads.

“I get home sort of late… Tomorrow though would be better, since I work in the morning and will be done by the afternoon.” You offered, you were curious to how good his cooking is, and you would never pass up on a free meal.

“Alright, Saturday evening, I will cook and bring over the plates.” He nodded to himself. Before you were about to say goodbye he already flipped around and waved to walk home.

Jinnie was certainly a person you wanted to figure out, you even found the urge to try and paint him in your sketchbook. That urge hasn’t happened to you since high school.

While doing your chores in the little bookstore you saw some tourists, it seemed like your little town was gaining traction and that made you nervous. You liked how it was a small place to live, under the radar. This sort of put a damper on your mood, it had you overthinking.

It kept you over thinking into the next day as well, especially because that Saturday morning more tourists came by, and it scared you. You didn’t want people here, you realized while sweeping you had no right to say that. You were once a foreigner here too. Sighing, you kept mopping the same spot over and over.

“I think it’s clean.” Someone spoke softly behind you, you turned around to see your other shop owner’s daughter, she was your second friend in town. She got you a job here with her mom in exchange of you tutoring her in English.

“I-I’m sorry. There is just a lot on my mind…” You mumbled; she turned her head in confusion.

“The recent abundance of tourists or that handsome man every girl in town is raving about?” She had a wicked grin on her face, “there are whispers about him living in the same neighborhood as you.”

You set the mop to the side, “it’s just the tourists, you know that makes me nervous and there seems to be more of them.”

She nodded, “you can head home early if you want, I need to make some extra money some of the girls in town want to make the handsome man cookies this weekend and I need to buy powdered sugar tomorrow at the market for the finishing touch.”

You thanked her and started to pack up, before you left you turned around, “oh by the way, his name is Jinnie.” You winked at her and walked out. The shop owner’s daughter felt like your sibling, although she wasn’t around often due to her schooling in the next town over. The time you spent with her you cherished. You took a deep breath then smiled to yourself, you had something to look forward to tonight and that was dinner with ‘the handsome man.’ You thought it was so cute that the girls were gossiping about him.

To thank Jinnie you stopped by the general store and picked up some flowers, that weren’t dead like the ones in his front yard.

“Y/n!” You flipped around and saw your other neighbor, the kind old lady, Gram. You grinned at her; you had already paid for the flowers, so you went over to her.

“How are you, Gram?” It was nice to see her out and about.

“Well, I made friends with your next-door neighbor, Hyunjin.” She said and put stuff in her basket. You decided to walk with her and help her with her shopping.

“Did you?” You asked and got something from the shelf she pointed to. Gram let out a small hum.

“Yes, and I found out stuff about him for you.” She spoke slyly.

You laughed a tiny bit, “oh really?”

Gram let out a huff and nodded, “yes, he is a few months older than you. He traveled a lot, and he used to sing.”

“That’s new information to me.” You mumbled to yourself.

“I can’t hear you when you mumble.” Gram said back.

You apologized quickly and repeated yourself again.

“There is a lot of things I feel you two could learn from each other.”

Your brows furrowed and pondered what she could mean by that. It was quite an odd thing to say but then again, she was odd herself. You helped your neighbor with the rest of her groceries and walked her back home.

“Oh, tomorrow, Gram, I am going to the morning market, I will make pumpkin bread for you tomorrow as well, all fresh ingredients.” You said as you helped unpack her groceries in her kitchen. It was filled with old photos of her family; she also had a little collection of porcelain bunnies.

“I am so excited for that dear.” Gram spoke from her chair in the living room. You finished up and walked in her very floral living space.

“Is there anything else you need?” You asked.

“Tell Hyunjin to bring me back my recipe when he’s done with it.” Gram then waved you off.

He borrowed a recipe?

You walked across the street to your humble abode and started to get ready for dinner with Jinnie. You set the red roses down on the table then started to your bathroom. You took a quick sponge bath and tried your best to look presentable. You had thrown out all your makeup a few months after you moved here, and you didn’t want to check the chest at the foot of your bed which was locked up with your old stuff for a reason. Out of sight out of mind. You dug in your wardrobe and saw a nice floral dress and slipped it on. Tying the back you smiled, Gram had a very good fashion sense in her youth. You rummaged through the little box of sewing supplies she gave you and found ribbons, you tied your hair with them. If he was making dinner you had to look presentable. Skipping to the kitchen you dug around your cabinets; you had wine somewhere around here. It was a housewarming present from the man who sold you this home. It had to still be okay… right? You never opened it. As you were rummaging there was a knock on the door, startled you hit your head on the top of the cabinet.

“Ow…” You mumbled and wobbled up to the door. When you opened you saw Jinnie standing there with a basket in his hands, he must’ve gotten dressed up as well. He looked astronomical even with his choppy hair messed up hair.

“Can I come in?” He spoke, a smile gracing his features.

You stepped out of the way and let him in, “do you like red wine? I am pretty sure I have a bottle here. Somewhere.” You mumbled and he followed you into the kitchen.

“I could use a glass.” He set the basket down by the flowers. You had already resumed crouching by the cabinet, next thing you knew he was next to you helping you search.

“Oh, the flowers on the table are for you. Figured you’d want something alive.” Chuckling at your own joke you moved the olive oil.

“There it is.” Jinnie said while laughing slightly with you. He grabbed the bottle and set it on the counter, then put his hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and his soft hands held yours, then quickly let go when you were situated. Much to your dismay.

“I do love the roses; they are my favorite actually.”

The corners of your mouth curved, “we will have to nurse the bush in your yard then.”

“That we will.” He walked to the table, and you grabbed your glasses and the wine. Meeting him at the table you saw that he made pasta.

“Gram said you really liked her pasta, so I tried my best.” Jinnie said and set the table.

“I love her pasta; she made it for me when I first moved here.” You were quite surprised that he did this. You set the glasses down and poured the wine.

“So, she said.” Jinnie motioned for you to take a seat and you did, he quickly followed. You saw he was waiting for you to take a bite. When you did you swore you could cry. It tasted so good, it wasn’t quite like Gram’s however, it was still so amazing to your taste buds.

“You really- wow.” You wiped your mouth with a napkin, “this is really good.”

Jinnie grinned and took a sip of his wine, “I am so relieved, I was a little worried.”

“You shouldn’t be, this is amazing Jinnie thank you.” You took another bite then washed it down with a small sip of wine.

Jinnie started to eat his food and he looked surprised, “you weren’t just lying to make me feel better, wow.”

Him being surprised by his own cooking made you laugh, hard. He looked up at you and started to laugh.

“I thought you were just lying to be nice. Honestly.” Jinnie spoke between giggles. You kept giggling.

“Tomorrow I am going to make that pumpkin bread for Gram, I just have to go to the market in the morning.” You said and took another bite of this amazing recipe.

“May I join you? I heard the guy at the general store talk about the Sunday markets.” Jinnie asked. You nodded.

“Of course, you can come with me, I’d love that.”

The way he was so charming and thoughtful really had you entranced. Jinnie was still a mystery to you and maybe that is what made you attracted to him. Or maybe the fact he has been the only guy around your age staying in this town longer than a semester. You didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining.

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authors note: hi everyone! if you are new here to my blog i do little authors notes at the end of each of my chapters! i give little tidbits of what's going on behind the scenes and i will give out small advices!

this weekend has been sort of busy for me! i got caught up on laundry and did a great abundance of homework! i also have been watching a ton of movies on disney +. right now i am going through different marvel movies and watching them. as i type this i have age of ultron in the background. watching the foreshadowing to infinity wars and endgame is INSANE, the build up is insane and so fun to watch. it truly makes me so giddy and excited to go back to avengers campus soon.

remember my dear reader that sleep is important, i have learned that the hard way. sleep is important for your body's health and you need it to function. just like your body needs food, water, and sunlight to function. please take care of your body, it is the only one you have <3

i love you and please have a nice day!

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do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas · 2 years

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I heard your special interest is “the gay pirate show” and I am DYING to know more can you please infodump

*vibrating at the speed of sound* yeah I like this show a normal amount

But okokokokook thank you for giving me permission to talk about

Our Flag Means Death

So let's start like, in the beginning so you get context:

It's a romcom

That's very loosely based on a real life pirate

Named Stede Bonnet, an aristocrat who left his fancy life and family to become a pirate

He was different than the other pirates, wanting to be called The Gentleman Pirate and did things like pay his crew a salary

He also supposedly was the guy who invented walking the plank

That's just a little fun fact :)

His career only lasted barely over a year

But the most well known thing about him and his piracy is his stint with Blackbeard

Yeah that guy

Basically he got gravely injured, Blackbeard swooped in to save the day and he relented his crew to him while he recovered

They sailed together for a little bit until Blackbeard left him and marooned his crew

Stede tried to find him, but they sadly never met each other again

So 200 years later, this guy named David Jenkins who made one funny show that was canceled read the Wikipedia article his wife linked him and said "oh that was gay" and thus

The show was born!!!!

So you got Stede, played by Rhys Darby, the guy who was the background funny man in all your shit like Voltron and the new Jumanji movies

And Blackbeard is played by Taika Waititi, the guy who directed the new Thor movies and appears in all his movies in some way

AND OTHER REAL LIFE PIRATES APPEAR IN THE SHOW TOO, LIKE

Isreal Hands, who is called Izzy Hands, played by Con O'Neill

And Calico Jack, played by Will Arnett in one episode

So the plot of the show iiiiiis.....

Stede is sad

His childhood sucked, his dad sucked and he was put in an arranged marriage with a stranger

He finally decides to take the leap and commission a ship and planned to hire a crew and leave with his fam

But fam said "we are a wife and children Stede plus wife hates the ocean"

So he leaves them, and even though he's happier now, he still feel guilty for leaving in the middle of the night with just a letter about where he went

He tries to do piracy differently!

He encourages his crew to express their feelings in a healthy manner

And they even do arts and crafts at one point

Buuuuut he's a guy who has no idea what the fuck he's doing

And almost dies until Blackbeard swoops in to save the day

Who is actually Edward Teach the fucking adhd king

Who's pretty bored with his life of plundering and not even having to properly fight people anymore cause they just surrender when they see the flag

So he meets this fancy man who shows off his library and fireplace on a wooden vessel and a secret closet full of clothes

And is like "sign me the fuck up"

So yeah, that's the show's plot.

But if you might've saw in the very beginning, I said this is a romcom

It's a romcom

Between the leads

Thus: Gay Pirate Show

So but like, to give more context on how revolutionary this show is

It's not just between the leads:

There are two other queer romances in the show that get emotional depth and importance

And they said in interviews that all the crewmates are supposed to be queer!!!

So my fucking ship, my fucking babies, are interracial middle-aged guys who have a slow burn romance

And the other pairs are

1. two guys

(one initially portraying himself as a manly man pirate, the other a flamboyant guy who becomes a great therapist and friend to the main leads)

And 2. A fat black man and a Hispanic nonbinary assassin

No I'm not fucking kidding, they show this pirate who seems to have "plot twist! This dude is actually disguised as a lady!" But instead it's "plot twist! Their gender is knives!"

So the show is not just gay as an afterthought:

It's baked into the show's core

Yet it's not a source of angst and is shown to be liberating

They literally named one of the episodes This Is Happening to tell you This Is Happening Between The Leads

So yeah, this show is FUCKING AMAZING, especially after

So much queerbaiting

And all the romantic moments are made

To be romantic, not just in a "haha bros acting gay!!!"

Even the creator of the show admitted he didn't know what queerbaiting was when he made it

He just hired a diverse writing staff and made the show cause he wanted to make it and saw it as gay

So obviously this is fantastic, and definitely enough to get people to watch it if you wanna watch it at this point.

But it is very important for me to add this ain't the only thing great about this show.

So let me give some honorable mentions on how this show is the best thing ever and deserved all the Emmy awards screw the Emmys:

It's not just a comedy all the way through - There is some drama and hard-hitting moments that are given seriousness

They don't give a fuck about logic and historical accuracy, Izzy is supposed to be 17 at this point and time and he's played by a 50 year old man

They acknowledge racism and homophobia as a thing in this world

And the racists and homophobes get their comeuppance, usually by bodily injury or death

So. Much. Symbolism. With the clothes and the colors and specific items which makes me go insane cause it shows they took their time with this story

It wouldn't be surprising if it's hard to get into the show initially, but I find it's sort of a cool trick as you think the show is like "oh The Office but with pirates" before it hits you with the gay

Also the shows funny. It's a comedy, so you hope it would be funny, but it is really funny.

The show gives the cast a lot of room to improvise, so if you thought this one moment was really funny, it was probably improvised

A diverse cast in terms of skin colors and body types and accents

Also none of them are marvel studio body types

There's a sick black lady with a wooden hand in a couple of episodes and she's awesome

The leads played by Rhys and Taika are irl friends for over a decade, so the slow burn is believable despite being really fast

There's a funny moment where a guy named Izzy tries to be homophobic but it's just really awkward for him

The show plays with flashbacks brilliantly to show the inner minds of characters, so it's not some sort of afterthought

The women in the show, despite not being a lot of them, are given three-dimensions and shown to be friends

This includes Stede's wife, who gets a POV of her life and you feel sympathetic for her and root for her even

(which is also not afraid to show their lead man be an ass)

Seriously, the main ship has some of the best moments in the entire show

I won't spoil any of it, but when you see them, you will scream

And my personal favorite part...

The portrayal of trauma in the show

It's not a little thing - it's a major driving force for both Stede and Ed

In fact, it's basically the main plot of the show for Stede

And its very realistic how they show characters going through trauma

And its not all portrayed the same way either

This trauma is intrinsically tied to masculinity a lot of the time

And the entire show really is not only about breaking free from your role in society -

- but also about what being A Man is

Which works considering the judgement of gay love in society

... OK I think that's it for now

And if yoooou wanna know more about The Gay Pirate Show

It's on HBO Max

(And plenty of sites like this one here)

And is going to start filming s2 in a couple days!!!!

My blog of course has plenty of posts about the show

But my personal favorite ones are @snake-snack-stede @wearfinethingsalltoowell @knowlesian @vitruvianwatson @the-orange-in-red-silk @batsarebetterthanpeople @biceratops7 @twocarsonenight @prettybard

And plenty of others I'm sure I'm forgetting XD

But if you look at their blogs, you'll find others and go down a rabbit hole of shitposts, metas, art, etc etc etc that deserve lots of love

#ofmd #our flag means death #answering asks #ofmd spoilers #i love being given permission to be annoying :)#let.me.dream.with.ofmd

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time-to-write-and-suffer · 2 years

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First day of college learning "media science" aka Getting My Gamer Degree:

Get lost (obligatory)

The door's locked cuz I haven't gotten my card yet so some lanky Carrot Top-lookin guy opens it and bows when I say thanks. Red flag, no pun intended.

The Gamer Musk is obvious on this floor of the building. In my journey to find this corridor, I went through a bunch of others, where people were nice and pretty and chatty. Here it's a bunch of teen boys in sweatpants, 3 middle-aged men, maybe 10 awkward art students. We're spread out like land mines.

Lecture begins. Not enough room or chairs for everyone. Thought this college was fancier than this, but I think it's the organization that's lacking rather than budget.

Lecturer talks about needing more women and nonbinary people in the gaming industry. He's right but the vibes are slowly rotting. They had a woman leading this program at some point but she had to leave for unexplained reasons. Uh-oh cisters.

Someone sets up a Discord server. Everyone joins. They immediately abandon this server for another, better one.

My group of awkward teens disperses. I go home to eat because I live 5 minutes away from the building.

Next lecture is on Zoom. It's fine but my head hurts.

One of the lecturers drops off the Zoom call. All the gamers spam Fs in chat. Yes this is real.

People make fun of the guy talking on Zoom on Discord and think his lecture is boring and his help isn't needed. These comments are interspersed with messages asking what's going on and what we're doing and how we're supposed to be doing it. I remember I'm surrounded by actual children.

One based comrade posts a Drive link to all the books we'll need in a secret channel, in the SAME server that the teachers will join. Asks us to please not rat him out. 75 people say nothing in what I assume is silent endorsement. I advise they go to libraries if they're not ok pirating.

People are now spamming stale memes in chat. I can't tell if I'm the normie or they are.

My jokey comment about only enjoying singleplayer story-focused games gets 3 thumbs-up in a sea of LoL and WoW junkies. I just assume the people talking are a loud minority.

Overall mood: Confused, but quietly optimistic.

#personal #i won't log all my experiences but man #this has been a day and a half

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samglyph · 1 year

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🍀🦚🏳️‍⚧️ for the queer asks~ also hope tomorrow is better for you! 💙

🍀 - What thoughts or emotions that didn’t make sense to your past self make sense now that you know you’re queer?

You guys really wanted this one. Ok so the biggest thing that I can think of (though it’s not quite an emotion) is child me’s obsessiveness over cool girls. And not in a “I want to be them” way. I remember one summer this girl came to stay with her grandmother who lived in my neighborhood, and despite knowing nothing about her, I suddenly wanted to be around her all the time. Like, to the point where I was blowing off other friends (bad Sam). I couldn’t really explain why I wanted to do that to myself. Or in elementary and middle school there was this girl who I rarely spoke to, who was in different classes, but every time I saw her my brain was like “I must be with her” and in my child mind I was like “to be her friend obviously” and in my adult mind I’m like “you thought she was hot”

🦚- are there any queer books/tv shows/etc. that you would suggest?

I’ve been so bad about consuming media recently so I’m gonna take that etc. to mean webcomics. (I’ll edit this to have links after I post it)

Heir’s Game is a queer political intrigue about a city state that runs a competition for who will be the body guard of the next duke. Great worldbuilding, and lovely well rounded characters. And it’s complete, so you can binge read it!

Matchmaker is an adorable slice of life comic that follows a bunch of queer young adults. This one delves more into gender and sexuality as a basis but it also talks about stuff like working in the art industry, which I find quite relatable! It’s also complete! (You have to scroll to get to the beginning)

Never Satisfied is a great fantasy story with a non-binary lead about Lucy, a magicians apprentice who is trying to win a game to potentially become the city’s next big magical protector. Plot twist though: Lucy isn’t actually that great at magic. In fact… they don’t have any magic at all. I’ve been reading this one for years and it’s such a fun ride. (It’s currently on hiatus I know I’m so sorry but you should still check it out). Another good hiveworks one that I’ve been into lately is Glass Scientists, which is a queer retelling of Jekyll and Hyde. I personally love how it handles the topic of trans identity in fictional Victorian England.

Transfusions. Do you like vampires. Do you like gay people. Are you over the age of 18. Go read transfusions it’s so fun, it’s about a guy who gets attacked by a vampire but then the vampire spares him and then the guy realizes the vampire is lonely so they become buds and then…. Something more. But I’m serious about the age thing this one is intended for a mature audience.

🏳️‍⚧️what flag do you think has the best color scheme?

The lesbian flag. I may not be a pink person but hands down the sunset gradient fucks.

Thanks for the asks!

#ask game #with the comics I specifically picked ones that are all from different hosting sites and all from different genres #so I hope if you’ve read some maybe you haven’t read the others.#and just for the record I have read a lot of queer books but very few in the last few years. so I’m hesitant to share them since I think #we’ve moved on

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jihanesroom · 7 months

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Codes and Conventions: Pop Punk

Genre

My song for my music video is 'Whats My Age Again?' by blink-182. blink-182 is widely considered a pop punk band, with influences from punk rock.

Pop punk: Rock music fusion genre that combines elements of punk rock with power pop or pop. Punk Rock: Loud, fast-moving, and aggressive form of rock music.

Punk, being the linking factor between the two is characterised by raw energy, fast tempos and shouted vocals.

Punk subculture and ideology

Emerging in the 1970s, from punk rock, the punk subculture is a wide movement spanning from ideology to the arts. Punks key ideas promote anti-establishment views.

Pop punk music videos tend to be performance based, with theatrical set ups. Often, the videos are a self contained narrative starring the artists. Concurrently, they also tend to feature the artists in a band setting, which can be intermixed into the narrative.

Pop Punk Bands

Despite roots in the 70s, pop punk bands rose to prominence in the 90s before exploding into the mainstream in the early 2000s. Famous band of the time include:

- My Chemical Romance - Panic! at the Disco - Good Charlotte - blink-182 - Green Day

Analysis: First Date - blink-182

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blink-182 music videos embed the punk ideology consistently throughout.

Style and ideology

Punk ideology valued anti capitalist, anti consumerist mindsets. From this stemmed the 'do it yourself' movement. Whether strategic or otherwise, this mindset is applied to the style of this music video. The use of either a shoddy camera or the application of effects to make the video quality appear less so emanates feelings of the video being shot by the boys themselves.

What only adds is the setting choice of American, lower middle class suburbia and the depiction of stereotypes associated with it. Throughout the video, there are intentionally provocative shots, actions and styling choices. This spits in the face of conformity, showcasing the less glamorous lifestyle most Americans live.

Though the origins of the misbehaviour aren't stated, it is likely a depiction of not only the punk ideology, but the rebellion, angst and outright evil present in every teenager, which is the target audience of blink-182.

Opening

The video begins with a cold open demonstrating the band preparing to perform. This short scene where they discuss intimate (and honestly quite crude) topics serves to humanise the band, as pop punk bands are known for being raw, down to earth and rough around the edges. What only makes it more intimate is the voyeuristic, low angle perspective.

Mise en Scene

As previously stated, the video takes place in lower middle class American suburbia in the early 70s. The set dressing is appropriate, with the band playing in an attic full of clutter with an American flag. Staples of the era are seen, such as a diner, Samba van and muscle car.

The clothing and styling is equally considered, with both the band and extras dressed in era appropriate attire. Another counterculture movement, that being the hippie movement, is showcased fully, with trends such as the horseshoe beard, short shorts and tube socks.

Narrative and Camerawork

The narrative is non linear, with the video largely being a montage of the band being up to no good and intercutting with footage of the band playing the song.

Close ups are used to emphasise provocative actions and ideas, often following their first appearance. The overuse and display of things can cause feelings of disgust and leads into the bands punk philosophy.

Wide, group shots are used to show the bands playing prowess as unit as well as showcase the sheer size and volume of junk in the attic.

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ohnothewheatisonfire · 4 years

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ok J&H Fandom, let’s talk:

“Popular” blog @thatsmyhyde is a prominent creator in the J&H Fandom. But here’s where the problem shows up:

the content they make is concerning at least, and full of red flags at worst.

DISCLAIMER: This is all information I have gathered through their tumblr blog - I am not aware of what other things they may be posting on other social medias or their written work. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: Please be polite, I am a minor, and am just creating this post to ward off / warn other minors from following this person. If you are an adult interacting with this post and blog, be mindful of your actions and be responsible

Trigger warnings for: discussions of homophobia, discussions of p//phillia, fat-shaming, fat-phobia (?), etc. Just be on general edge for this post, we’re talking about a lot of weird stuff

I will be linking their posts as I am not going to take screenshots of their art.

This is not a comprehensive list of all the things they’ve done - these are the ones I could think of and was able to adress. If you have anything additional you want to add to this post (such as concerning things they may do on other social media), feel free to reblog and add on the things you need to say, just please don’t be dumb.

Let’s start with the premise: Henry Jekyll creates an alter ego, Edward Hyde. They begin a relationship - an emotional and physical one. Their AU features Jekyde (A popular ship in the fandom, the name stands for Jekyll x Hyde), people have various views on this ship.

So far so fine, right? Here are the problems:

1. Their Henry Jekyll is an awful person. Now, let’s start by saying that of course you can have bad people in your works, those are, after-all: villains. The problem is,Henry Jekyll is a harmful walking gay sterotype, and an outlet for Biscuit’s obvious fat fetish. But their relationship isn’t just toxic it’s romanticised in how toxic it is.

a. The harmful stereotype - Their Henry Jekyll has a “thing” for younger men, even though he is in his middle-ages, and Hyde looks like a young child. (Age gap relationships are their own thing - they come with their own burdens, and this is not the post to discuss them. This topic will lead into the Edward Hyde section of this post.) But, it was a known homophobic scare-mongering tactic of straight parents to accuse everyone who is gay that they are ‘out to prey on your youths’. This is a stereotype that stigmatized the LGBT community, and still harmfully affects them to this day.

b. The fat fetish: Jekyll is frequently seen with cake (as seen here, here, and here) or being self-loathing, to the point of suicide. (click the link here to acess a list of suicide and other crisis hotlines! you matter to me!). Now, the self-loathing could be a symptom of depression or other mental illness, so I am not going to talk about it, as a person with mental illnesses. But the self-loathing in addition to him being fat is not good. Media is drowning in the “self-loathing fat person” and as someone who isn’t thin i’m tired of seeing this.

- The fetish aspect comes in him constantly being referred to “Chonky”, a term usually used for overweight/obese cats and being drawn obsessed with cake. It fetishises his weight and dehumanises him into something people call their animals. Also, here’s more of Jekyll eating food and being embarassed by it, though this time because it’s seen as “servant’s food”.

- Biscuit admits to liking them “Big and chunky” in posts like this.

[Photo id: A string of texts that says: tantok, frankenstein, twink lore, dorian slipped through the cracks and got himself sketched by yours truly the other day because he brought lord henry along, he and the slime didn’t have to fight to the death because they’ve both got their own chonky old toxic henries to focus on, but this blog still ain’t big enough for the two of ‘em. end id]

- They also talk about how they ‘prefer’ to draw fat (chonky) people. Image attatched above. the thing that should be noticed is that they say ‘chonky old toxic henries’ . they, once again, are making fat people a fetish.

[Photo id: Anonymous asks: are you gonna make a victor design tho biscuit responds: Oh, man, anon, I hate to disappoint but.....probably not. Aside from my non-humanoids and hellspwans (slime gremlins, corpse creatures, and etcetera), I’m extremely uninterested in drawing young thin men. I really need middle-aged chonk to hold my attention. If poor Victor Frankenstein had only been 40-something and round when he made his great creation, then he’d definitely get a design from yours truly. As it is though, he’s not holding my attention enough to want to. end id]

Biscuit once again talks about how he doesn’t want to draw ‘thin men’, because he is only interested in older ‘round’ people. He, is, once again, bringing to light his fetish for fat people.

2. Edward Hyde is basically a child - Edward Hyde is drawn in boy’s school clothes, is taken in and raised like a child after Jekyll’s death, and is constantly cooed over by the creator, even earning a nickname of ‘slime’ from them. In addition, he also has ‘family photos’ taken with Utterson, has his toenails kept, is the height of a child, and teeths. This, paired with the fact that he is in a toxic, abusive, relationship with a man in his middle ages is concerning and should not be romanticised.

[Photo id: the text reads: In his first year of existence, Hyde lost teeth and regrew them in a mildly similar fashion to a kid losing baby teeth - except it wasn’t all of his teeth (Just the canines and some random molars) and they weren’t replaced with a larger set, just with teeth exactly the same as the ones that had been lost. No one knows what was up with this. the teeth are still in Jekyll’s study in a little jar. end id]

a. Hyde is treated like a child after Jekyll’s death. Hyde teething is concerning because that’s something infants do. He also clings to utterson like a child. The idea that he gets taken in by Utterson, whisked away to an estate out in the country, despite both of them having romantic feelings for Jekyll is. how do I put this: WEIRD. (seriously, imagine your father/father-figure dating ur significant other / having a crush on them before you two got together and after).

b. Hyde dresses like a child, whilst being sexually active and wearing lingerie. Now, on their own, these traits aren’t a problem - but together? They are very much a problem.

- Hyde dressing as a child is concerning because he is also treated like a child at certain points in their “lore”. After Jekyll’s death, Hyde becomes a singular entity, and is taken away by Utterson. To care for, like a child. This post sums it up well: he wears both children’s clothes and lingerie.

- Hyde has a very strange appearance - if you compare it to his early design (which was less cartoony and looked more like a man in his twenties), Hyde’s current design is concerning. Why does he have the height of a child? Why does he have eyes that take up a grand part of his face? Now, one could argue that ‘he is not human’ - but if he is treated like a human, whilst wearing children’s/youthful clothes, teeths, and his general enchanment with the world - he appears as human (and looks eerily similar to a child), which is why him being sexually active, wearing lingerie, and being friendly with prostitutes (one that gave him underwear and other articles of clothing) is concerning.

- That said, Utterson is directly talked about being ‘adopted into gremlin fatherhood’ (paraphrasing).

[Photo id: the text reads: 59. Jekyll is irresitibly attracted to everything about Hyde, but if he could somehow be forced to list hte most attractive physical attributes of Edward Hyde in his opinion, aside from Hyde’s youthful appearance in general it would be his eyes, his overbite (Jekyll perceived the way Hyde’s-) the screenshot cuts of the rest of the paragraph. end id]

- Jekyll has a ‘thing’ for younger men. This is to the point that the most attractive part about Hyde is that he is young. (or looks like it), Hyde looking very young is concerning because that would make their verison of Doctor Jekyll a p*dophille . This is something the artist has either not recognized, realised, or simply does not acknowledge.

3. The toxic relationship (and how it’s romanticised) - The relationship in this ‘AU’ is: love comes first, toxic nature comes second. If you scroll through the blog you may see some reference of ‘Henry Jekyll is such a toxic person teehee’ and a lot of them kissing, being together, smiling, or enjoying life. Now, obviously, an artist - if they do not want to - should not draw characters being toxic to each other. But it is concerning when the above points come into a factor, that the toxic nature of their relationship comes second to the highs of their relationship, at least on their blog.

Here is one of the only examples I’ve seen of Biscuit talk about the relationship in a detailed negative light.

4. The fandom - Whilst Biscuit says it’s ok for minors to interact with his blog (in that blog he says that he tags nsfw - which is true.) he does not regularly mention that his jekyde is toxic - not in a concerete way. He romanticises it (despite acknowledging it’s flaws), and the only way it may or may not be (i would not know) acknowledged is his fic: which is mature and not meant for minors. He does not tag his posts with regular triggers for things like: alcohol, drugs, mental illnesses, or abuse (any variants). They’re not even in his blog’s description! If Biscuit had acknowledged it in his blog, something along the lines of: “Hey! This blog has <content warnings> be warned when interacting! But no, he does not.

- A lot of the people who draw things, or generally interact with Biscuit are minors. Being exposed to such a thing may be harmful to my peers, and I am worried. To minors who are fans of Biscuit: if you’ve made it this far, thank you, I know you’re mature and responsible, but being exposed to content creators like Biscuit could lead you down a dangerous path of having this kind of thing normalised to you. Be careful with the content you consume, please! And thank you for making it this far, I’m sure you’re a lovely person :)!

Thank you for taking the time to read this! Stay safe, tell the people you love that you love them.

#J&H #jekyll and hyde #henry jekyll #edward hyde #i spent months thinking whether or not to write this #but #i'm worried about fellow minors on this website seeing this user's blog #and not thinking critically about this #so i snapped and made this #long post #like r e a l l y long post #i am so tired.#brb to answer the hate lmao i need to throw up #forgive me if by the end of this post i sound exhausted : i am #i spent this evening writing this post #goth lit fandom grow up challenge #aus do not remove the context of the original #listen to the minorities if they call you out #fiction REALLY AFFECTS REALITY

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doexoeyes · 3 years

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Of Finches & Firsts

In case you wanna read ahead:

Archive Of Our own link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26707513

Wattpad link:

https://my.w.tt/ZoUHpu1e59

Summary: “A Hufflepuff? Crushing on a Slytherin? Sounds like the start of a terrible joke to me, but ok.” You’ve harbored feelings for Draco Malfoy since your first year at Hogwarts. Secretly, of course, and very much from afar. But when you’re finally taken out of your role of being a background character in his life, will it be what you always wanted, or what you wish you never knew?

Chapters

Chapter 1 ♡ Chapter 2 ♡ Chapter 3 ♡ Chapter 4 ♡ Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Dirty Pants

Your latest run in with Malfoy had consumed your head for the majority of that week, even, unfortunately, during the tournament.

You were, of course, over the moon at Cedric’s success at capturing the golden dragon egg (Harry’s too, however you would keep that to yourself for the time being until the tension between him and your house blew over), but you just couldn’t shake off the feeling of having had Draco be so close and how he decided to take something of your’s for himself.

It sent you through an overwhelming spiral of thoughts and confusion and you so desperately wanted a friend to talk to, but you knew that Mauve and the others would immediately disapprove.

Anything Draco did was a red flag to them.

Still, that did lead to your most important question; why did Draco do what he did? He couldn’t seriously have had any real interest in your ribbon. It just all seemed like he was...toying with you, but if so, why would he waste his time toying with you in the first place ?

All of these questions received no answers for days until you had finally deemed your endless hours anxiously dwelling on it enough and decided to find your own answers.

Thinking back to the first day you had interacted with Draco, you grabbed your sketch book and pencil pouch and headed to the astronomy tower after dinner, waiting to see if you would run into the Malfoy boy.

Thankfully the universe seemed to be in your favor, because you did.

“Finch,” he greeted upon seeing you, his infamous smirk on its proper place. “Been running into each other more lately. I think you’ve become a bit obsessed,” he teased as he made his way towards you with slow steps.

You clutched your sketchbook to your chest, silently pretending it was a shield of sorts to encourage you to hang onto what little courage you had.

You then took a breath and began.

“We need to talk,” you stated cautiously, not knowing how this would turn out. “I need you to be honest with me.”

Draco frowned, clearly not a fan of your words. “Talk? About what?”

“About what happened a couple days ago. About the umm...” you weren’t sure why, but the words you were looking for escaped you so you chose to point to the top of your head where your hair was done up in a ponytail once more.

Draco stared at you, confused, before giving out a scoff, eyes twinkling in amusement. “Oh, your ribbon? Why, want it back? Has no one taught you about sharing, Finch?” and you clutched your book tighter as he once again placed himself inches away from you.

He really wasn’t a fan of personal space, it seemed.

“Why would I have to share my ribbon with you?” you questioned, feeling silly and small in his presence.

“Because I wanted it. Simple as that,” he answered, eyes looking at you as if to challenge him in saying something else about the subject.

You had no plan to do so.

“Ok...” you said, disappointed that that was all he had to say on the matter.

This was definitely not going according to your plan. Then again, you weren’t even sure you had one in the first place.

His eyes then flickered to the sketchbook you were holding to your chest. “What’s that you’re always bringing up here with you?” he asked nosily and your cheeks immediately flushed.

“It’s, umm...it’s a sketchbook. I like to draw in my free time.”

“Oh really? Well then you’re going to have to share that with me,” he said, moving as if to grab the book but you immediately stepped back, shaking your head with wide eyes.

“Oh no, absolutely not,” you blurted out, taking Draco aback at your sudden outburst.

He frowned once again. “And why not?” A ghost of realization then hit his face and he smirked knowingly. “Oh, I get it. It’s filled with drawings of me. Am I your muse, Finch?” he taunted, lifting his brows.

You unfortunately couldn’t control a small laugh from escaping, nerves setting in as you knew now that you had to explain. “No, actually, I’m...quite terrible at drawing and I’m terrified of you looking at them because...well, they’re really bad,” you confessed, and placed a hand over your mouth to contain the rest of your nervous giggling.

Draco eyes you now like you were completely mad.

“So, you’re telling me you spend your time doing something you’re horrible at?”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way to explain it to him best. “Well, yes. Have you never done something not because you’re good at it or you have to, but simply because you enjoy it?” you asked, and the very blonde boy remained starring at you oddly.

“No, actually, that sounds bloody ridiculous and like a terrible waste of time.”

You subconsciously pushed your bottom lip out, your expression resembling a small pout, as you stood there awkwardly, eyes avoiding his. Feeling the weight of the book on your chest, you looked at it for a moment before handing it towards him, wondering what was possessing you to do so.

He looked at your offering with furrowed brows, eyes asking you the same question.

“Just pass through it. No point in not letting you see it now that you know that I’m awful at it. You might find some amusement in it. Just, please, be prepared. I wasn’t being hard on myself, I really am crap at drawing.”

He snatched the book from your hand then, an action you thought was a bit too dramatic, and opened the book, eyes analyzing every page as he flipped through it.

You stood there, watching him pass through the book as you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. You were never usually this bold, letting someone (especially someone like Draco Malfoy) go through your sketchbook knowing very well how terrible your sketches were. Yet, you felt that the only way the tension between you two would dissipate was to be honest and open with him, like how you wanted him to be with you. Maybe then he’ll tell you the real reason why he took your ribbon...

How silly of you to still be hung up on such a little thing.

“Wow, you weren’t wrong. You really are shit at drawing,” he commented midway through his flipping.

You blushed, embarrassed, but also found his blunt honesty amusing, and couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I know. It’s a good thing art isn’t part of our curriculum. I would absolutely fail, without a doubt,” and you felt your chest swell up at hearing him laugh along with you.

“Honestly,” he said, handing the book back to you once he finished. “You know, you’re very strange.”

“And you’re very judgmental,” you quickly threw back, causing Draco’s eyes to widen slightly, not expecting your response.

You raise a brow at him, lips forming into a soft smile. “You only think I’m strange because you don’t understand what I’m talking about,” you elaborated before leaning down to sit on the floor.

You patted the spot next to you, looking up at Draco as you did so, but the boy shook his head with a frown.

“Are you mad? I’m not sitting on the floor. I’ll get my pants all dirty,” he said in disgust.

You playfully rolled her eyes, looking up at him from your lashes. “They won’t be, but if they are, I promise I will clean them for you. Just...please sit with me?” you asked, eyes silently pleading with him.

He stood there stubbornly, arms crossed against his chest and you were sadly made aware of what his answer would be. Just as you were about to tell him to forget about it, however, he sat himself on the floor next to you with a huff.

“There. I’m sitting. Now what?” he asked begrudgingly and you had to keep yourself from grinning.

You opened up your sketchbook to an empty page before handing it over to him, along with a pencil. “Take this and just...go with the flow,” you instructed.

He looks at you like you told him the most insane thing possible.

“You want me to sit here and draw?” he questions in disbelief.

“Mhm,” you said, smiling sheepishly at him. “Just one drawing. It could be of anything you want. A bird. A flower. Even a stick person. I just want you try it out for yourself.”

“I’ve drawn before, you do know that right?” he scoffed, finding the task you had assigned him to be entirely ridiculous.

“Doodling while taking notes in class doesn’t count,” you pointed out.

With a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, Draco took the book and pencil from your hands and began to do as he was requested.

It was a funny sight, you admitted to yourself, seeing the boy draw with a frown etched on his face. He looked very unamused at first, but as he continued moving his pencil throughout the page, the frown on his face softened and a more concentrated look falls on his features. You smiled softly to yourself, trying to keep your eyes away from the page he was working on, wanting to see it only when he finished.

After a couple of minutes, Draco cleared his throat and handed the book back to you.

“Personally, I don’t think I did too bad,” he admitted, eyes on the page you were now able to see.

A snake graced the middle of the once empty page and you were surprised to find that it was a very well drawn one. Lips slightly parted in surprise, you noticed he had even shaded in the scales.

“Don’t think you did too bad?” you repeated, eyes taking in the details he was able to add from memory.

Draco immediately frowned once again, taking your tone the wrong way. “Well it’s at least loads better than your pitiful attempts,” he spat out.

At that, you immediately looked up at him, shaking your head. “No, I mean that in a good way. As in you did way better than just ‘not too bad’. You actually did a wonderful job,” you admitted sincerely.

You were aware of Draco’s infamous temper. The way he’d snap at the drop of a pin, especially if it was dropped in a way he didn’t like, had him labeled as a simple hot head by others. And although that could be true, you understood why he reacted in such a way; he was taught his whole life that people could be cruel, so he needed to be cruel first.

You knew all about the Malfoy family, namely Draco’s father, Lucius. You remember the day you went back home after your first year at Hogwarts, how you gushed to your father about your new school and your new friends and the new boy you really wanted to befriend.

You father had recognized the name ‘Malfoy’ immediately, and frowned as he looked at you in concern.

“You have to be careful with that boy. I can’t judge him, because I’ve never met him personally, but if he’s anything like his father, then he’s not someone you want to surround yourself with.”

You were snapped back to reality when Draco spoke once again.

“Really? That good?” he asked, looking his drawing over.

You nodded. “Yes. I guess you found something you’re naturally talented at.”

He looks up at you, expression unreadable. You feel your face warm up at the sudden intimacy you felt, realizing how close he sat next to you and how you could notice the different shades of gray in his eyes.

Clearing your throat, noticing how flustered you were becoming, you closed your sketchbook and put your pencil away. The sound of the pouch zipping fills the silence and you feel even more awkward until Draco finally speaks up.

“Are you going to go on the trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” he asked, causing you to turn your attention back to him.

“Oh, umm...yeah. I am,” you answered, attempting to play it cool despite your still blushing self.

“Perfect. You’ll join me then,” he said, standing up and dusting his pants off. Your eyes widened but Draco didn’t acknowledge it, simply stating “I’ll see you tomorrow, Finch,” before exiting the tower.

You remained staring at the spot Draco had been, processing the entirety of your latest exchange, feeling your heart race a little at the realization that he had just formally asked (well, demanded) to hangout tomorrow.

.....

What in Merlin’s beard just happened?

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2021, February

Biden Law, Five Years Lockdown Monday the first day of February of 2021. Canada Kidnapping Themselves Tuesday. All About Hive Blog Wednesday. Alex Jones and DR. STEVE PIECZENIK Thursday. Are you ready for Weapons of Mass Distraction Friday. Amazon Spies Saturday.

Instagram Rising

I was banned on Bittrex Sunday the 8th. My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn Monday. Cronyism Sucks Tuesday. Gold-Backed Crypto Wednesday. Protonmail problem on my 36th birthday Thursday. Just kidding. Brother Joined Hive Friday. Shoveling Snow Saturday.

Ice Killed Texans

Happy Valentines Day Sunday the 14th. President's Day. Party at Five Monday. Texas Freezing Tuesday. Vietnamese pho dinner was yummy. Travel Post Banned For Not Being a Travel Post Wednesday. Photoshop Funny Thursday. We Need County Coin Friday. Why is Sweden banning masks Saturday.

Can't Disrupt Commerce lol

Strung up pea strings. The Healthy American Sunday the 21st. Pho dinner. Musical chairs. Weekly Oatmeal Show - Episode 001 Monday. Gina Carona Interview with Ben Shapiro Tuesday. Digging up potatoes. Bible study revived. Being Dead Due To Birth Wednesday. Captain Biden Flying Around Zapping Brown Kids Thursday. My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign Friday. Cleaned Out a Chicken House Saturday. DEADLY-ALLERGIC to YOUR-OWN-BODY Sunday.

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Biden Law, Five Years Lockdown Plan

2021-02-01 - Monday

Hello Pocahontas

Americans to be placed under Extreme Lockdown House-Arrest for at least 12 months, that is the plan. You will be stuck in your house like they did in China. You will starve to death and die. The plan is to begin this before 2022, as in as soon as possible. Your loved ones will die from Covid Vaccines which is already murdering hundreds to thousands of people. This is a hole straight down to the pits of Hell.

Canada Kidnapping Themselves

2021-02-02 - Tuesday

Biden, Harris, Napoleon Dynamite Voting Meme

When Canadians return to their home country, Canada, they're federally kidnapped, imprisoned in Covid Concentration Camps for many days, and then charged at least $2,000. Wow. Justin is so liberal. Let's all move to the Land of the Moose. 2 masks at least says CDC. Go to their website and read the article.

Try To Withdraw Money

If you try to take your money out of your bank, they'll flag you, stick the IRS up your butt. Just try it, I dare you. When you try to withdraw cash, watch what happens, and don't get me started with if you ask for gold when you try to cash out. Paper money was supposed to be an "I-Owe-You" check which is supposed to be exchangeable for actual gold, a place-holder.

All About Hive Blog

2021-02-03 - Wednesday

Picture of Joey Arnold

Hive is like Facebook except it pays you to post. Did you know Covid is also called SARS-COV-2? Wait a minute, whatever happened to SARS-COV-1? Did we have a pandemic for the first one? How are we already in the second one? Was I sleeping while the first one was going around? How many years ago was the first one? Is China stealing oil from Texas? Why was Joe Biden refused a Pentagon security clearance? There has been documented cases where people were missing over 90% of their brain tissue but where still able to function like a normal person. One person to even had just a thin layer around the inside of the skull. Literally an empty head and yet could still function as a human. They are destroying the second amendment right now. You have no idea.

Alex Jones and DR. STEVE PIECZENIK

2021-02-04 - Thursday

Trump Terminator

Big interview between Alex Jones and DR. STEVE PIECZENIK today, 2nd hour of the show. The dollar could lose over 20% of its value under Lord Biden before 2022 and much more the following 12 months. It is likely the dollar will die sooner or later meaning you must convert your dollars into something else while you still can. This is financial advice. You have been warned. Your money is on fire but not in a good way. You're leaking value each day. You might as well give me your money as you're losing your money each second. You're wasting your money as you let inflation destroy the value of fiat. Was the Burma Election stolen like it was in America? If you think Biden won, then you do NOT know who won in Burma. I don't care what military is doing. Who won the election in Burma? I'm asking who got the most real votes excluding the fake votes. I want to know who really won. Please let the REAL WINNER be the leader of what you call Myanmar. Whoever actually won should be allowed to run that country, period. Military should help whoever got the most legal votes in that nation. Period. I don't know who won. I am just saying let the real winner have the power, good or bad.

Fall or Rise of Empires

This is what Mike Adams said today. He said something bad could happen over night, that is to the extent the dollar crashes, they'll try to blame the crazy Redditters, the conservatives, for destroying the money, they'll come up with crazy excuses, conspiracy theories, and then say how they saved us by giving us Biden Coins or whatever they want to call it. They are trying to have one centralized global digital currency, no cash, no decentralized cryptocurrencies. So, I agree this could happen at any time, especially if three or more stimulus checks come out in 2021, as they spend more and more money, as people demand silver, gold, etc. The centralized banking system could fall in the next few years or sooner. As that happens, either the good guys or the crazy globalists and baby eaters can take over as that happens. So, in other words, we are in a major transition in global history similar to the rise or fall of other great empires like that of Rome, Babylon, Persia, England, China, etc. But I can't say if we are in the middle of the fall or the rise of an evil authoritarian regime.

Are you ready for Weapons of Mass Distraction?

2021-02-05 - Friday

Alex Jones

Happy birthday brother. Are you ready for Weapons of Mass Distraction? In order to buy guns in 2021 in America, you either have to right now or potentially soon will have to pay too many taxes, additional taxes, including gun related taxes, and pass a test which includes questions relating to if you want to own a gun. If you answer you want a gun, you fail the test because only crazy bad guys want guns. If you want a gun, pass a test. The only way to pass the test is to answer you do not want a gun. Once you answer you do not want a gun, then the genie in the bottle comes out and says in the voice of Robin Williams in Disney's cartoon movie, Aladdin, "As you wish." There were at least two 2020 USA General Election court cases which heard evidence meaning the other dozen or more cases were unconstitutionally dismissed by compromised judges. There is one case in Arizona which is leading towards potential ballot auditing. There may be other legal cases pending in other states in the United States of America. New court cases may rise. Others are ongoing. Some may be, if they haven't yet, potentially, refiled or retried. In some cases, you can do that. It's not double-jeopardy in some cases. It depends but you can sometimes do this depending on the details. A federal case for example could be then tried on the state level. That is not double jeopardy. You can pressure your local counties to call for ballot audits today. Join the revolution.

Nullifying Federal Executive Orders

North Dakota is planning to nullify (on a state level) unconstitutional federal executive orders. If you're not living in this state, you should either go there or encourage your state to call up North Dakota. Hello Texas, Idaho, Wyoming, Arizona, etc. In the world of rock paper scissor, you can see state and federal power. However, never underestimate the power of the county sheriff which trumps over them. You should make friends with your local sheriffs and talk to them about the rule of law regarding what you have to do in your county, legally speaking. Don't go against the sheriffs. Find out what they expect from you as a citizen of the county you're living in.

Amazon Spies

2021-02-06 - Saturday

Trump

Amazon vans have cameras actively spying on people, as in anybody and everybody as they drive around delivering packages, not just their customers but also neighbors and everyone else as well. They collect the data in order to develop a China Social Credit Score Database. Even if you're not on Facebook, they'll still have your data. If you do something that our overlords deem not right, your social credit score begins to go down and down. A lower Social Credit Score means you will not be able to buy and sell, travel, have food, have protection, have safety, have a job, have schooling, have a house, have children, have parents, have organs, have water, have power, have Internet, have apps, have trash, have doctors, have hospitals, have health care. When you call 911 and say somebody cut off your arm and you are bleeding to death, the operator will answer the phone and say, "Sorry, your social credit score is too low, please raise it to an acceptable level and try your call again. Have a good day. Good bye."

I was banned on Bittrex

2021-02-07 - Sunday

I was banned on Bittrex

Banks and big tech companies are making special cities all around the world. Covid to End on the 31st of March of 2025 according to WorldBank.org.

My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn

2021-02-08 - Monday

Facebook Restricted

My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn and what is yours? Let's have a party before the dollar dies. Let's come up with backup plans and come together in local communities while we still can. Now is the time.

Cronyism Sucks

2021-02-09 - Tuesday

Cronyism Sucks

George Washington did NOT say, "My fellow Americans, read my lips, I hereby grant you some rights which we can then take away if there is a pandemic or if you feel a little unsafe regarding your neighbor's cannons." You can either help your state leave the United States of Satan or you can leave that state. A woman in Vancouver, Washington went to a hospital. Nurses and doctors tried to stick a needle in her arm against her wishes. She said no. The hospital called the police who came and kidnapped her for not breaking the law. No crime. The hospital and the police committed crime against her. And believe all women. And what if I told you she was black and black lives matter. And police are bad. The police might as well sell her to sex trafficking. Don't we want to defund the police? And I am Pro-Choice too. My Body My Choice. And none of your business. Thousands of people go to Oakes Farms Market in Florida daily without masks in 2020 and many of them go there seven days a week because it's the new Disneyland, the happiest place on earth, even some of their staff are 80 years old or older and yet are not getting sick. But if you do want to wear a mask, have at it. Hundreds of new customers come in each day from out of state, some come as far as like New York. You can tell they're new because when they enter the store, their jaws drop like as if they're cartoon characters.

Cash App

My Cash App is $joeyarnoldvn and what is yours? Let's have a party before the dollar dies. Let's come up with backup plans and come together in local communities while we still can. Now is the time. I will invest in a gold-backed cryptocurrency, as much as I can. Is there such a thing yet? Sign up to be a First Responder today, just call, not toll-free, at 1-800-Get-A-Gun-Duh. Don't kill your chickens, wait until they die of old age, say a little prayer to remember the wonderful life Chicken Little had and then get out your knife and prepare for a feast in honor of the life of the little guy. Study shows over 80% of Covid-19 Patients have vitamin D deficiency. Nurses stick stuff inside babies causing hearts to stop. After that, they try their best to restart the infant's hearts. Too many do die. It is covered up. You don't hear about it. Most viruses die in the air within seconds. Over 85 percent of child trafficking related things seem to be happening on Facebook Messenger.

Gold-Backed Crypto

2021-02-10 - Wednesday

Find me on Instagram at Joeyarnoldvn

Gold and silver are accepted as legal currencies in Utah, Oregon, Colorado, Oklahoma, and Missouri. Before 2030, globalists will most likely murder over 6 billion people. The good news is, number one, we can try to stop some of that, and, number two, regardless, you don't have to be one of them, you don't have to die, there may be only a billion people left on our planet soon. Come join me and survive this coming Holocaust. The greatest Holocaust ever. Save as many people as you can. But at the same time, you don't have to die. Get out of the big cities. Find a farm while you still can. You are running out of time. Find a community of like-minded people and get a room, I mean a community, a neighborhood, a state where you can find like-minded people. Do it while you still can.

Genocide Coming

Because there may be over 7 billion people who support the globalist agenda, they will end up dying most likely in the next few years. You must be prepared for this probability or worst case scenario. Every day you're still not dead yet is precious. You get what you promote. Justice is coming. There are consequences and rewards for the actions we take in life. Will you buy smart underwear which will be connected to the NSA? How do we detox from the lead which is in the soil? I have a friend named Tim Osman. Please don't Google his name. You can make money posting to blockchain social networks, I can help you sign up for free, no credit cards, no money required. I post on these websites and I make money. I did not put any money into them. You can take the money out. You can wire the money to crypto exchanges, banks, wallets.

Protonmail Banned Me on my 36th birthday.

2021-02-11 - Thursday

Protonmail Banned Me on my 36th birthday.

Protonmail Banned Me on my 36th birthday. Step one, find out how many people died annually for the last ten years in your country. Step two, please post those statistics for each individual year including 2020 in your report. We will copy and paste what you find everywhere. Thank you very much. Leftists say you have to say chest, can't say your baby is sucking on your breasts. You have to say human milk. You cannot say it is the milk of the mother. Oh My God. Russia killed the ALL-MIGHTY DOLLAR! I hate you RUSSIA! Are you happy America is becoming Venezuela in the next few years or much sooner because you do nothing, isn't that really cool that you're helping this republic and the world crumble? Are you excited as millions of people die? Do you wake up each morning happy that you don't care about this? Covid Vaccine has over 5 different viruses which it programs and mass produces in your cells to eat up your body from the inside-out, to attack the proteins, to kill your babies, to give you HIV, to kill your immune system and cause you to die from the common cold within months to the extend you're lacking enough essential vitamins.

Regarding Gold-Backed Cryptocurrencies

But the idea of a gold-backed cryptocurrency could at least in theory become a 2-in-1 deal where it might be backed by gold and yet as a fail-safe if all else goes wrong, if governments and others come in to confiscate the gold, you would still have something like Bitcoin or whatever type of cryptocurrency it may be. I see that as a potential two in one deal. Of course the risks, liability, privacy risks of having governments seek to imprison people for having gold which might be connected to a cryptocurrency, I understand that might be too big of a risk in some situations, it may be harder to be anonymous if police were to spot you holding some gold. Finding ways to stay as anonymous online in the mist of tyranny is a worthy cause and that is why I value the 4th amendment of the U.S. constitution. Cartoons and other children shows are actively singing songs and otherwise encouraging toddlers to wear masks, to not shake hands, hug, or get close to other people; to simply not be humans at all, this will scar these kids for the rest of their lives, deep intellectual abuse.

Brother Joined Hive

2021-02-12 - Friday

My brother joined Hive - When I Was Young, Busted Knees, No Helmets, No Limits

Mother cries as insulin for his son who could die without it costs more than $500 even as it only costs pennies to make. Biden did this. Watch the video of this mother in her car video. Listen to her passion as she speaks truth. They say even after everyone on the planet is vaccinated, we still must have lockdown globally, even in ten years from now. Are you happy for living on Planet Wall-E as Fat People stuck in The Matrix? Over ten million starved to death in 2020 thanks to people staying at home and being safe. We kept ourselves so safe, we ended up dying because we had no food. We are so scared, we make the problem worse. The odds of coming up with the exact numbers of the 2020 U.S. General Elections, Mathematician Expert Edward Solomon says there aren't enough stars in the known universe to have it come up by chance apart from electronic manipulation, statistically, it's astronomical, he went on to say there aren't even enough atoms in the universe. Biden won exactly the same percentage points across multiple precincts at designated times a day just long enough to put him in the lead. One example in Fulton County, Georgia on starting at 12:54 AM on Wednesday, the 4th of November of 2020, the percentage was set 5.5555%, and every 30 minutes to an hour plus a few times on Thursday, that is eleven separate times, each time it was exactly 5.555% percent, and that is humanly impossible to replicate by hand without the help of voting software.

Elmo Vaccine

Elmo got the vaccine and people on Sesame Street are locked in their homes like as if they were living in China. Children are being brainwashed. This is worse than sexual abuse. Green means you can travel. Different colors means different things under the Chinese Credit Score which is going to Europe, Australia, Canada, and is also slowly getting into America. If the centralized powers don't like you or your friends, then you can't work, school, travel, buy, sell, have your kids, have Internet, have a phone plan, health care, police care, fire care, water, sewer, garbage, food, etc. There is an alleged James Clapper interrogation audio tape which I'm listening to right now.

Shoveling Snow

2021-02-13 - Saturday

Michelle Obama, "Joe Biden, get your hands off my dick."

Before getting the Covid Vaccine, read the ingredients, the insert. And tell yourself, oh, I am putting this thing in my body, that is awesome. And oh, I am putting this other thing in my body. It is not a vaccine. Ignorance is Bliss. It's cool when you don't know you don't know something. It's cool when millions of people are likely to die or very close to it in 2021 because of Covid Vaccines.

Money is Dying

Cannot wait for the dollar to die. A study found that over 80% of those who got Covid were vitamin-D deficient. And the Flu magically disappeared during the winter. If you're going off the CDC website, you should make a list of the exact numbers.

Happy Valentines Day

2021-02-14 - Sunday

Joe Biden in like 2003

Happy Valentines Day. America has been dead for 209 years. They try to kill people via nano bots which goes into the body to cause flu like symptoms. That is fused with 5G, geoengineering, chemicals, waves, a variety of things working together. You must actively try ten times harder to counter as much of it all as you can, your ignorance is bliss, your children will suffer to the extent you try not to counter things you are yet to know. I repeat, things you are yet to know. Apple cider vinegar, 2 tablespoons a day but broken up gradually throughout the day, can help you. Encouraging healthy pH blood level balance minimizes cancer, detoxifies the liver, dissolves viruses, and helps the heart. The brain-gut connection. Is it true the last U.S. President to take the oath for the united states for America was back in around 1812? Has America been dead for over two centuries now? Did you know there is a star inside our earth? Biden is telling Americans to wear masks until 2022.

Reducing Zombism

Candida is a type of fungus which helps decompose dead bodies but the problem comes when the people are still alive while Candida is excessively growing and eating up your body even before you are actually dead. Therefore, you want to look at fasting, at starving those little guys at least once every ten years if not as often as you can to minimize how much of them you have inside of your biology. Borax detoxes fluoride from the brain. Inside your body are the bad guys, the fungi, which wants your body to die, and the good guys, which are the bacteria which wants your body to live, that is the civil war within your chemical makeup. The pineal gland in our brain is a spiritual window into the Supernatural Internet which transcends space and time, it truly is the third eye, but fluoride blocks it. Does the earth have two moons?

Party at Five

2021-02-15 - Monday

Star Wars Luke Kenobi Father Vader Anakin Floor is Lava Game Sucks He Was And Died Hahaha Meme

Party at Five. RINOs are Republican In Name Only and PINOs are Patriots In Name Only. Thousands of refugees are being allowed into California and Texas from Mexico but without being tested for Covid, no masks, no safety. But if you want to go anywhere or do anything, you have to get tested. When immigrants come in, as they do right now, they are NOT being tested for anything really, they can pass on diseases to you and you are not allowed to do anything period.

Texas Freezing

2021-02-16 - Tuesday

Girl from Firefly show

A 28 YEAR OLD WISCONSIN MOM DIES DAYS AFTER SECOND PFIZER SHOT. Why are kids sneaking out of the White House? Is Tom Cruise part of an off-planet corporation called Umbrella? You can find really old videos on the Internet of really tall people, some of them may be 14 feet tall or taller as you can see people and horses almost reach the height of this man's knees. Did you really think those videos were fake? Many times you'll find truth hiding in plain sight. Truth is often lying underneath your nose all along. This takes the Mandela Effect to a whole new level. Is the South Pole actually the North Pole? It's below zero degrees in Texas right now, they refusing to turn the power back on as people freeze to death, they're shutting down stores as people starve to death, and they're refusing to plow roads. You can literally watch videos of giant semi-trucks crashing into other trucks, at least three giant trucks, one which was going at least 70 MPH and the others were going pretty fast too, several people died in just that pile up alone.

Who is Oatmeal Joey Arnold?

I am single, 36 years old, I live in Shelton, I am Christian, no kids, I live with my parents, I don't wear a mask ever, I listen to Alex Jones, I love Trump, I am a little bit crazy, I don't work. I don't have a job. I just sit on a computer all day writing on my blog and that is it. Was the inspiration behind the Star Gate movies and shows stolen from the Native American Indians? Weather manipulation meetings at your local town hall in a county or state near you, why are you not there to ask them questions? Things got so bad in India that they created a task force and then ended up banning the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. That's how EVIL India is. Hey folks, how could India keep out our SAVIORS? We all know Bill Gates is the second coming of Jesus Christ. Kissinger wrote a report back in the 1970s regarding how to control the African population.

Travel Post Banned For Not Being a Travel Post

2021-02-17 - Wednesday

White Culture Dont Have Any Joke Yes We Do

Texas Dark Winter to last for weeks, people are freezing and starving to death, people are so excited as the globalists take over the world, Biden said the Dark Winter was coming, he was right. Be prepared for a new biological weapon, a new Covid disease, coming either this year in 2021 or at least before 2025. It will kill at least 4 billion people. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. I'm on record trying to tell you how bad things are. If you're reading this, you're guilty of not caring. Please, do something. The clock is ticking. Will China be aiming nuclear weapons at 24 targets across the globe, will it be real, will it be staged, will it be an excuse to lockdown the world, what is going to happen? Will it be exactly 24 different places in different countries around this planet? Will this be a good thing or a bad thing? Will the good guys or the bad guys be able to take control of whatever that might happen in February of 2021? Will it be any day now? Will people fall for false flags? Is there anything we can do right now?

Bill Gates Over Biden

Biden won't speak to world leaders. Boris Johnson said Bill Gates is really the head of the G8. This is how globalism works. They're getting the general population used to the world being run by technocracy. In a secret video, Mark Zuckerberg told his Facebook staff he didn't trust the Covid Vaccine. So, why isn't Mark telling his 2 billion users this? Why keep such a thing a secret? In the 1960s, America asked Russia to start a world war against China but Russia declined. That was declassified.

Photoshop Funny

2021-02-18 - Thursday

1776 Put Mask On Americans No Way

Funny story today, somebody used photoshop to try to fool me ahahahahhaaa! Biden is taking over the Texan Power-Grid, red alert, warning warning. We know their plan. We know the patterns. They'll say deadlier strands are out there now. This will likely be by the fall of 2021 if not a lot sooner. The strands will generally be less deadly. But it's extremely coordinated, scripted, they will all try their best to make you gulp down this Kool-Aid of Death. Shifting into Techno-Scientific Dictatorship, they're phasing the general public to accept this shift in world history globally, most people are stuck in a trance and they do NOT even know it. Even if you tell them, they will say to you, "You are crazy." THEY'RE PUTTING CHEMICALS IN THE SKY THAT MAKES THE SNOW GAY. The power grid was an attack on water-power devices, especially in the 1930s. Some people had water-powered devices. They didn't need electricity because they water-powered devices.

Scaring Children to Death

A ten year old was admitted to the hospital because he was losing weight because he was refusing to eat for so long because he was afraid he would get Covid and die. Sergeant Major said they don't call it a Lie-Berry for nothing. Did you know they used to have water-powered mechanical devices? You were not told real history. A lot of stuff covered up. Why not get back to water power? Aren't you even just a little bit curious? People had free electricity thanks to tap water in the early 1900s. So, why would people give that up? What happened? Why trade that in for a monthly electricity bill?

We Need County Coin

2021-02-19 - Friday

Lauren Chen was on Friday Night Tights

Steele mentioned the idea of CountyNet. Also, he mentioned an idea of a CountyCoin which loses value the farther away from the county the coin moves in order to incentivize investing back into the same community as opposed to going excessively and obsessively overseas aggressively, as in too much and too often. I confess I fell for fake news when I thought Babbit died. I was wrong. Steele says Wall Street and others stolen 100 trillion dollars. People in power plants in Texas were ordered to lower down, to power down to zero percent in most cases, the documents are here, you can read the documents, they were ordered to do this on purpose, this is KILLING PEOPLE, and YOU DO NOT CARE. Do you have no friends or family in Texas? 2021-02-14 - Sunday - 08:51 PM EST - The 14th of February of 2021 - DOE Order Number 202-21-1 was issued for Texas (ERCOT), for more info, go to Energy dot gov, their official government website.

Texas Being Murdered

The Department of Energy (DOE) was ordered to turn off the power in Texas which is causing people to die. They're literally murdering people and nobody cares. The evidence is right there, we can all grab and share it. But nobody cares that thousands to millions of Texans are starving and freezing to death. I said, to death. The Department of Energy told Texas they CANNOT produce more energy, that is why people are dying. DOE Order Number 202-21-1 mentions ERCOT (ISO), this document can be read on their official government website, you can go there, you can read it, you can pass it on to your friends, or you can let your friends die in the cold in Texas with no power. Texas electricity bill for your power, just this week now, went from $50 per Megawatt to over $9000 per Megawatt. Breaking News, Megan Fox is an Anti-Masker which means she is Pro-Vitamin, we are all going to die.

Why is Sweden banning masks?

2021-02-20 - Saturday

Alpha Heater

Why is Sweden banning masks? Many times, they ban people from YouTube but then let other upload the same videos or similar videos and profit from them. The Covid Vaccine is not a remedy but an operating system.

The Healthy American

2021-02-21 - Sunday

We Stole It Fair & Square

Stores are not legally allowed to discriminate or disrupt commerce which comes from even the customers who refuses to wear masks. Stores can say it's private property. However, because the stores are open to the public, thanks to the 4th amendment, thanks to other things as well, prohibiting customers is discrimination among other things as well. The maskless buyer is not trespassing if he or she is not disrupting commerce. Moreover, when you prohibit customers from stores, then you are engaging in the disruption of commerce which may be illegal among other things as well partly because the customers are part of the free market exchange system which we call commerce. Stopping customers means you are disrupting commerce. That is illegal. You should go to jail for disrupting commerce. It may be many different things, not just that. Stores and states must be held accountable for violating laws. Stores are public. They cannot enforce masks. Churches however are legally considered to be private and can enforce masks.

Weekly Oatmeal Show - Episode 001

2021-02-22 - Monday

Coco Cola White Polar Bear Fired For Being Too White

Sound of Freedom is a great movie. The only preparedness that counts is the preparedness that happens when you don't yet need it. One day without notice, you will wake up and you will go to an ATM and it will not work. You will have no food in your house for many weeks to many months or longer. It takes less energy to walk on two legs than it takes to run four legs. The majority of suicides are from white male adults. Second spot is held by black male adults. Why was Bill Gates thrown out of 32 countries? New monthly vaccines for the virus of the month. Are you excited? He said now we have to difficult work of "Untying this knot," that is code for crazy people have to be sent off to re-educational FEMA camps where they will either recant or be murdered.

Gina Carona Interview with Ben Shapiro

2021-02-23 - Tuesday

Gina Carona Interview with Ben Shapiro

Gina interview. Why did NASA stop looking for life on Mars in 1976, why did they transition after that to geology, to looking for rocks? Trump got over 80 million votes while Biden got less than 40 million. Why are so many world leaders saying Covid-19 is permanent? They refuse to test it on animals because it kills animals or worse. No animals were harm in the making of this post. God save the animals. I'm glad we skipped animal-testing.

Being Dead Due To Birth

2021-02-24 - Wednesday

Tell Me Your Secrets

The only time your name is written in all uppercase capital letters is on your tombstone and yet that is how it's formatted on birth certificates, when parents sign it IN CURSIVE LETTERS when you are born, that is necromancy. When they say you can't leave the hospital with your own newborn infant baby without signing it, that is theft or worse. Legally speaking, it is a literal death sentence as you are literally selling away your baby. You need to live in groups of at least ten people. Zombies will be coming from the big cities. Protect your family from the walking dead. Why are so many big people being arrested around the world each day? Why?

Who Controls The Military Right Now?

Was an executive order or other items signed officially in 2019 authorizing a former (allegedly incumbent) U.S. President full control of the military even up to 60 days after an alleged inauguration of a alleged new administration (that is the new but fake President of the possibly defunct United Corporate States of America) which would end in or around, approximately, on the 20th of March of 2021? Please let me know such things were not signed. Please let your friends know nothing at all happened in 2019 at all. I'm only asking. I have no idea what happened.

Captain Biden Flying Around Zapping Brown Kids

2021-02-25 - Thursday

Captain Biden Flying Around Zapping Brown Kids

My gender is oatmeal. That is the kind of sex or gender I am. In India, doctors are saying women who get the Covid Vaccines are showing signs of the beginning stages of sudden breast cancer. Wow. This is amazing. Sign me up. Now we can all be Booby-Free Angelina Jolie. Please stick ten of those things in my arms today. Quick, this cannot come fast enough. Make boobs not great again. Please tell your friends how awesome this is. Learn To Say No Just For One Day Article. Tree Court Article.

Globalist vs Brazil

In Brazil, they're trying to force the government to not only waive all liability for the Covid Vaccines but also to sign over military bases over to them as well, it's insane but crazy things happen daily if only you knew the half of it. Back to American news. The Supreme Court has committed treason against the constitution and the republic of these American states. They've ruled saying whoever cheats the most in an election gets to be the alleged president of this defunct fake corporation which we illegally call in all caps THE UNITED STATES OF [not 'for'] AMERICA. Cheating is not only allowed but now also endorsed by the highest court of the land.

My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign

2021-02-26 - Friday

My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign

Masks Causes Bacteria Pneumonia. My-Body-My-Choice No-Mask Sign. Their goal is to make all humans unable to naturally reproduce by 2030. Why is South Africa cancelling the Covid Vaccine? There is also related news in Brazil, India, etc. See, people are dying from vaccines. They've been spending billions to trillions of dollars covering up vaccine deaths for decades globally. They murder people who expose this or worse in most cases. You have no idea how bad it is. Bill Gates and others are involved in giving vaccines to people around the world. That is why Bill Gates is banned in so many countries. In other news, there may be someday selling cloned synthetic children meat to encourage people to eat. Hell, they may have it ready already. Celebrity meat actually. The only we defeat this invisible enemy is to decide our own destiny. 80% of people who died of Covid in Canada were in nursing homes. 101 Pocketball Journal Scans Uploaded.

Covid Vaccines Are Murdering People

Why are over 75% of U.S. military troops refusing the Covid Vaccine? Because vaccines kill people. But more than that, the Covid Vaccine is not a vaccine. It utilizes mRNA which turns your cells into virus factories. That is what mRNA is. See, the M on mRNA means MESSENGER. This is Basic Biology & Science 101 For Dummies here. The vaccine literally sends messages or mRNA into the cell nucleus to tell it to make specific items. Covid-19 and the alleged vaccines in response to it are both GMO-like chimera monsters. They're a combination of different viruses, different things, I'm talking Frankenstein on a microscopic level. I've been talking about this many times. That is why so many people and so many countries are saying no to the vaccines. And again, the Covid Vaccines are not even vaccines to begin with. I wouldn't even be surprised if nano-tech is involved among other things in regards to these things which are murdering people right now. Sadly, they're blaming the mRNA deaths on Covid. So, they're trying very hard to make you think that you need to take monthly vaccines. And the more people die, the more they'll say, "Hurry up, you need even more vaccines, etc." Remember, they have spent billions to trillions of dollars covering up vaccine deaths. They murdered many people who tried exposing them. Fake news would never tell you all of this because they're fake news.

Cleaned Out a Chicken House

2021-02-27 - Saturday

Alex Jones Predicting Covid-19 Back in 2010

Wear a mask or I'm calling the cops. Alright, call the cops. I'm suing them. In 2020, over 40 million alleged votes for Biden were fake. In 2008, it was reported that HAARP was learning how to steer hurricanes via high-atmosphere heat injection, kind of like guiding a kitten with a string. Watch out for Bioterrorism says Bill Gates. Which reminds me, kind of funny how Texas was suddenly colder than Montana. Wow. Out of nowhere. What happened on this day in 1933? Reich Fire. Hitler. Germany. Klaus Schwab says you will ONLY ONLY ONLY eat bugs and will love it.

What is in the Covid Vaccine?

Some of the ingredients for the mRNA Covid Vaccine includes some of the most commonly consumed things including vinegar, salt, sugar, plus a few very common preservatives found in so many food items. Too many people buy processed foods which includes preservatives in them. So, why are these commonly consumed items in the vaccine? It is there to trigger autoimmune responses in your body's immune system. It may takes years for your body to get there, but slowly over time, your body will begin to develop allergies to salt, sugar, vinegar, etc. These allergies may spiral out of control into even worse problems over time. Now, that is just the tip of the iceberg. But it is a good thing to start with and share with others. Don't believe me. Don't take my word for it. Go get a list of the ingredients to these vaccines and post them here. I will wait for your awesome responses. Thank you so much in advance for responding with the real list of ingredients. Prove me wrong. Easy to do. Just show me the ingredients. Show me these items, like salt, is not in the vaccine.

DEADLY-ALLERGIC to YOUR-OWN-BODY

2021-02-28 - Sunday

Covid Vaccine Ingredients

Your body will become DEADLY-ALLERGIC to YOUR-OWN-BODY. Why is Pfizer giving their customers one thing but their staff a different thing? Pfizer got a new drug out which is going to help people deal with one of the side-effects of their own vaccines. So, they make money trying to fool you into getting one and then even more money when you have to come back to take some of their drugs to deal with the deadly side-effects. Have fun, kids. You WILL swell up like a balloon. I warned you. Why were thousands to millions of 2020 ballots had computer-printed vote marks as opposed hand-written vote marks all for Biden and none for Trump?

Trump 2024 is Retarded

Downvote because Trump won in 2020. See, they can steal it from Trump in 2024 too. We have to call for FORENSIC-STYLE ballot audits in each county each day. Call people. Email people. You can make a difference. Call the military. Call Congress. Call judges. Write letters. Protest in person. Make videos. Write articles. Share things everywhere. Do something. If you are reading this and you are doing nothing, then you deserve Biden and the Chinese takeover of America.

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years

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The Art Of Remembrance (Part 26)

This time she is adequately prepared for an adventure. She is bundled up in a parka and buried within layers of clothing. Her mittens are free of holes and her boots are fitted right so that snow does not work its way into them. She also has a pair of snowshoes that keep her from getting stuck in the snowbanks. All in all, she is more prepared to enter and exit the tundra. Given her surroundings she is relatively warm.

The wind doesn’t whip or scream as she crosses the endless white landscape. It is day time, the sun glitters and glimmers over the ceaseless winter blanket. Now that she can see in front of her, she comes to realize that the world around her is quite beautiful. Pillars of ice jut out of the ground and some come to form grand and elegant arcs against the midday horizon. Nearby is a still and frozen lake, she convinces Sokka to walk alongside it with her.

Every few yards, one of the guards lays down a large and bright flag so that they have something to guide them back to the village. She is careful to keep them in her line of sight, even as they follow the stream.

She observes the ice floe as it drifts lazily along. Elegant and large chunks of ice drift by and frustrate the fishermen as they try to make a living. Her breathes come out in soft puffs as she moves along. “Any wise group of people would set up somewhere close to a body of water.” She comments.

“In other words, you think that if we keep following the river, we’ll find the compound?”

She nods.

“Lead the way.” He says.

An hour of following the river leaves her cheeks and nose pink. Sokka brings the group to a halt. “What are you doing?” She asks.

He laughs, “your face is as red as Fire Nation armor. Here…” he unfolds her scarf and re-wraps it around her mouth and nose. “If you’re going to wear a scarf, you should wear it right.”

She folds her arms over her chest. “I haven’t had to wear a scarf before.” She defends.

“Well, now you know how to use one.” He laughs.

.oOo.

Watching her stumble around in the snow is always rather enjoyable. Considering her usual grace and poise, there is an extra tier of humor seeing her nearly trip over camouflage mounds of snow. Every now and again, he has to thrust his arm out and catch her around the middle before her face can meet the snow.

In spite of it all, the princess seems to be enjoying herself rather well. He thinks that she is pleased to be out and about again and doing something productive. It would seem that a simple memory wipe can’t erase her drive and ambition. She tries to pass on a lunch break but she is outvoted and they find themselves seated on the floor of a miniature cave, just off the bank of the river.

“I don’t think that we are on track.” Azula frowns. “I didn’t see any caves when I made my escape.”

“You made it sound like you couldn’t see anymore than an arm’s length in front of you.” Sokka points out and offers her some jerky.

Looking mighty grumpy, the princess takes it, pulls down her scarf, and bites into it. “Well, yes, I suppose that, that is true.” He can sense the skepticism in her voice.

“We don’t have to find the facility today.” Zuko mentions.

“That’s what you said yesterday and the day before that.” Azula points out. “What if they’ve abolished it?”

“An entire compound?” Sokka asks.

“I can wipe out this entiere cave if use enough fire.”

“But do they have fire?” Zuko inquires.

“They had help from one of Fire Lake’s nurses.” She shrugs. “They could be working with firebenders.” Something in her expression darkens. “They could have used my fire.” She gives a pointed look to her arms, probably visualizing the scars beneath her coats.

Sokka takes a bite of his jerky, savoring its dry and salty flavor. “Mmm, this is some good meat. Tasty, tasty meat.”

Azula rolls her eyes. He realizes that she hasn’t made much progress on her own snack so he asks, “hey can I have…”

Suddenly she is very invested in the jerky.

.oOo.

White is becoming painful on her eyes. There is so much of it and the sun glinting off of it as it makes its descent is even more searing to her retinas. She sees a burst of red in the sky. Minutes later it is followed by another red burst further to the west. And then another.

“Should we start heading back too?” Sokka asks.

Azula pinches the bridge of her nose. “Maybe the reason we aren’t getting anywhere is because we keep heading back to the village when the sun starts to set.”

“And we resume our search in a new direction…”

“Maybe we need to stick to one direction until we find something.” She doesn’t mean to be so abrasive, but her patience is wearing thin. “We should keep going, at least a little further. If we have to, we can sleep in that cave for the night.

“Alright, we can search a little longer.” Zuko gives in.

“Thank you.” She brings herself to say, albeit, rather exasperatedly.

Conversation seems to drop as they continue their trek across the snow. The temperature is crawling steadily down and she is starting to shiver. Occasionally, Sokka and Zuko exchange hushed murmurs. Along with a fall of snow and a bitter chill, she feels tension in the air and she begins to think that they are angry with her for pushing them to continue. She finds herself torn between her ambitions and insecurities; the itch to at least reclaim what is hers and the desire to make sure that she won’t outcast herself again. It serves only to frey her nerves further so she keeps quiet, as to keep herself from making snippy outbursts.

Though Zuko and Sokka walk next to her and a team of Imperial Firebenders behind her, she begins to feel isolated. Closed off within a bubble of her own goals and ruthless desire to bring them to fruition.

Her fingers are growing chilly and her legs are beginning to feel achy. The only sound she can hear is the crunch of the snow beneath her feet. She shivers again, less from the cold and more from familiarity. It is so quiet and the ache in her legs seems to magnify itself. The place where her pinky should be throbs. Irrationally, she begins to fear losing it.

The wind rustles her bangs and park. It is a rather gentle breeze, but it may as well have been a howling gust.

She has to bite her tongue when Sokka and Zuko mumble something else to one another. She doesn’t bite it hard enough, “are the two of you having an enthralling time back there?”

Sokka seems to wince.

“Yeah, it’s a real party back here, thanks.” Zuko snaps back and Sokka cringes again.

“Well that’s wonderful, but maybe, we’ll make some real progress if the two of you stop fooling around and…”

“What’s wrong with you?” Zuko asks.

“What’s wrong with me!?” She grits out, bringing her forward march to a stop. She is cold, she is achy, she is stressed and frustrated and making no headway, and every time the wind hits her in just the wrong way she pictures her body curled up and frozen through and through beneath a heap of snow. She is breathing somewhat heavily, each and every rugged breath is punctuated with a smoky wisp. Her fists are clenched as far as the mittens allow.

Sokka places a tender hand on her shoulder. “You don’t like being out here.” It isn’t a question. “And you don’t like the quiet?” This is. “Because it makes you feel like you’re alone out here?”

It is jarring how accurate his guess work is.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to take a break for the night?”

“I don’t need a break!” She lashes out. “I need to find that compound.” She needs this to be over. She needs not feel relentlessly persecuted. “Sokka, I need to…”

His grip on her shoulders tightens and he gives a light half-smile. “You need to make real progress and you need something to take your mind off of…” he gestures around, “all of this.”

Azula nods. “It feels the same.”

“The same?” Zuko’s voice softens.

“No one talking to me. Only hearing the wind and snow under my feet.” She replies.

“If you wanted someone to talk to, all you had to do was ask.” Sokka says. “You know that, right?”

“Sometimes I forget.” Truth be told, she had begun to lapse into another time entirely. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Zuko asks.

“Nevermind.” She shakes her head. She isn’t sure how to explain what they had prevented by pulling her attention back into the present. “Your stupid conversastion, whatever it was, was actually helpful.”

Zuko sighs, “I don’t understand you sometimes.”

“Good.” Azula replies.

“I am so glad that we got to go with this group.” She hears one of the Imperial Firebenders mutter to his partner.

“It’s mighty interesting, alright.” Mutters the other.

Despite the ruthlessly biting cold, Azula begins to relax. Things fall silent again, but this time Sokka walks closely enough to keep her grounded. She finds herself linking her arm with his. If Zuko perturbed by their closeness, he makes no mention of it. Sokka certainly doesn’t protest the gesture.

They walk for some twenty minutes more when Azula finds herself squinting, looking off into the distance. She swallows hard. Out of the snow rises a boxy, concrete structure with visible piping running down its walls to beneath the snow.

“Signal the other teams.” Azula commands. She just hopes that they aren’t so distant that it won’t be seen.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Zuko #Fanfiction

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alchemisland · 4 years

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Mike’s list of Irish punk bangers

Recently I’ve been attempting to recall the results of a certain patch-decked census, namely the list of one-off punk bands I’ve seen over the years. Next came another, more troubling thought: if tomorrow morning a hemorrhage turned my wits to water, who would wrest this mantle and detail those defunct Irish punk and metal bands who split without leaving behind a recording? If not I, then who?

Rather than spouting a list of band names so unheard as to seem almost religiously profane when uttered aloud, I recall only the time when conjuring a selection suchlike was easy and did not require considerable aforethought, which counts as work and is thus un-punk.

Perhaps it’s misremembrance which worries most.

Striving to immortalize these rarities which, like rare nightbugs, enter one’s ear and soon thereafter die, I will compile these annals myself. I’ve opted for a regular selection of arbitrary Irish underground and alternate tunes. Mostly punk and extreme metal, although there’s post-punk, bassy weirdness, drone, rock&roll and hip hop throughout.

I haven’t yet considered breakdown metrics. By subgenre or county of origin perhaps, but that’s for a future iteration to say. Just count your good sense badges and be glad I didn’t use the originally planned ‘Pale Shadows’ and ‘From the Bog’ headings for Dublin and rest-of-country songs respectively.

From the forge of Hephaestus to your plateless breast, three of my favourite underground Irish songs:

Violins is Not the Answer - Sick

Unless someone’s asking what luthiers make, Violins is Not the Answer. However, Violins were someone’s answer when they tore the tucked shirt off Galway punkdom with their raucous 2011 debut Green Diesel and Poitin. It’s a time-tested sob story of Irish scene cohesion that lets so fresh a band go unnoticed, unhailed and handsomely unkempt outside their home county; it’s this exact myopia, although antipode, which confined Lovecraft in Rhode Island and left Howard’s hypothalamus on the dash under a Cross Plains sun.

Aside from the band themselves, I doubt there’s another person alive who has heard this album more than I. I’ve proudly flown that battered, cider-stained flag throughout a local and global invasion until Violins, not 42, became the answer, at least for me.

Has it really been that long? Eight years on it still excites much as the first time. Its engine-revving opening track conjures images of sputtering roadsters chewing the starting line of a Mad Max outback race, while the final upstroked riddums of its GBH-esque closer Sick promises the tinny best of Shitty Limits alongside the sombre heights of FNM’s Midlife Crisis.

Guitars that sound like they’re being played with chainmail’d fingers, vorpal bass tapping, ska pick it ups to HxC stick it ups (middle fingers in this instance), Green Diesel crams a maelstrom of alt genres into a curt 26-ish minute runtime. Ben’s phlegm-tinged vocals lead the sonic vanguard, bolstered and occasionally shelved in favour of fireman-cum-drummer Donal’s softer warble on cryptid welfare anthem Vampire on the Dole.

Sick is my favourite tune. The song, the album’s only track exceeding a three minute runtime, combines everything that makes Violins worth ear-time in the epoch of overchoice. Although Class Ayes and Dickheads Picnic deliver the nutkicks exactly how frontman Ben, of Psychopigs, Hardcore Priests and Doppelskangerz fame, wants them delivered, Sick offers a sample book of greatness to come across two recorded albums. Containing an otolaryngologist-approved mix of harsh shouting and actual singing, Ben’s disarming foghorn timbre sweeps us slowly toward the finish after a suppressing fire of growled insistence, “You ain’t never gonna come//between me and my bottle.”

Fans of short time good time are well served with riffy tunes in the vein of punchier Propagandhi songs, albeit playfully apolitical. Littered with in-jokes and avowedly pro substance, these tracks stink of fun in the studio, a subterranean lodge affectionately christened the Fritzl Bunker. Even angry songs fizz with youthful energy. It makes me want to drink malibu from a shoe in GG Allin’s house. It rouses me to a bubbling zenith of bacchic hedonism which Andrew W.K. can’t hold a candle to.

There’s much here not found elsewhere; adjoining on Keytar Mr Jimmy Penguin of Skratch Games fame, his genius confined only by the breadth of his current interest; also the album’s producer. You can tell Jimmy put work on this record. Every groove is warm and tipped to perfect balance with just the right amount of hiss; right in the sense that it’s sometimes wrong.

Since disbanded, there’s two albums worth of raw riffage to enjoy. From Refused rip-offs and Exploited shouts-outs to Elvis Costello tracks played backwards, find this album, buy a CD and tell your Granny this picnic is for dickheads.

I’m rambling. Violins is not the Answer. For my money, the best punk band in Ireland post 2010.

https://violinsisnottheanswer.bandcamp.com/track/sick

Divisions Ruin - Srebrenica/Merely Existing

I won’t lie. Much like a former athlete whose varsity gout impeded athletic excellence, I’ve had to settle here. I wanted the track Srebrenica from Division Ruin’s side of the Easpa Measa split - another band we’ll encounter later, or if not here than absolutely in future installments, should they ere be writ.

I have the vinyl. Whenever I want to sonically experience withstanding a carpet bombing, I stick the needle down, turn the table over, sit in the lotus position and wait for oblivion. This track absolutely slays. The opening riff, an atomic discharge of heavy bass, distorted guitar and technical drumming from the scene stalwart and filler-player-extraordinaire John K, sears the ears, and one might be forgiven for touching that dial. Then the vocals come. Impassioned howls from the furious maw of Cirarot, which sound almost prehistoric in their primal ferocity. With my eyes closed, I feel the cymbal crashes like great waves and imagine people of the dawn age battling terrible beasties, although I’m not sure if she’s the lizard or its prospective prey.

Although all their recorded tracks offer something for filth-seekers, I struggled to find another which accurately conveyed with sufficient brutality the blunt force flavour Srebrenica proffers. However you locate this song, ensure you’ve your iodine pills to hand; shit is about to get nuclear. In lieu of an active link, here’s another hefty slab from the same split.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARGqt0r_cVg

Easpa Measa- Vargold

B-side of the Divisions Ruin split, Easpa Measa deliver a cleaner, dare I say, more mature crust experience. Less raw but equal in ferocity, Easpa Measa’s Eric’s howls are twisted as the metal he contorts for his angry punky art, conjuring images of Ireland with reintroduced wolves.

We picture them on the plain, endemic of wider wildness among the populace. However you fall on the lupine legacy of Eireann’s isle, Easpa Measa deliver perfect high kicks on every tier. Riffs, loud bass and amazing drumming from Ken Sweeney, another scene stalwart also of Harvester fame, while Clodagh’s vocals, whose shrieking ire can only be matched by the shipwrecking songs of the sirens themselves, compliment Eric’s baleful howls.

Bring back the wolf indeed. Although so many years since its release the band have disbanded with ne’er a wolf attendant at a single show, this song’s singular ferocity more than accounts for any deficit of wolfnishness on the island. Don’t miss this amazing video from their final show, alongside the Freebooters at the Boh’s club in Dublin, with bonus front row Mike Dempsey (that’s me!).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wIQC6wk7sY

If you like this list or the tunes therein, let me know your thoughts and why they activated your nodding lever.

If other bands are close to your heart but far from the zeitgeist, comment or PM with appropriate links and I’d be glad to include your suggestion.

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this short post. I’ll have interesting content by the fishgut bucketload in 2020, but should/hope to have one more live before yuletide at least.

Please drop a like and share this post with your favourite PUNX. Give them the gift of Violins this Christmate. An early stocking filler to ensure the loyalty of nephews and nieces come the post-yule divorce news, here’s an.. Important music video I made for their track Dickheads Picnic.

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愛の光

a napoleon imagine.

by: admin xuan

note: in case you were wondering, i really wanted to just title this ““the light of love” but both the count and arthur imagine had “love” in it so being the unoriginal person i am, i gave up and named this in japanese.

There’s many people who would claim to have no fears.

They would either boast, with an impressive inflated ego and a spectacular ignorance, or some others would simply say this devoid of any emotion. The proud, and the dead. But there’s always something that strikes fear into our souls— we are, after all, human. It is natural for humans to fear, and such sources come from million of things, including holes, sharp objects, etcetera.

And there’s one of them. It’s not darker than the rest, but it’s horrible. Nobody human in a sense could possibly come to like it. And this thing, this source of fear, is war.

You don’t know when an area was going to be blown up, or marched down by soldiers, and you don’t know when you might end up dead. All you can hear is the thunderous roar of aircrafts zooming past the sky like ravens meant to kill. To your left, there’s a mother holding her newborn, her hands working deftly to soothe the high-pitched high, while her eyes tremble. On your right, there’s a family who looked like part of their soul left along with their loved ones. The air stinks of uncertainty along with gunpowder, and fire is everywhere, and you don’t know where your feet is leading you to.

If you take cover for a few days, at the best, you would probably stumble upon a man with fatal wounds. There’s a piece of ripped cloth stained with black, a sign of long-dried blood wrapped around his shoulder, and his clothes are burnt and tattered at places. He barely has the energy to breathe, much less spare a glance towards you. He can’t move, can’t fall asleep, can’t do anything except to wait till he’s saved or succumb to death itself.

Fire. Screams. Gunshots. And blood.

Blood.

“...Napoleon. Napoleon? Are you listening?”

The sight of your eyes basked in worry snapped the said man back to reality and away from the snares of his mind. He reminded himself, briefly, that you would trouble yourself to no ends just to make him feel at ease, and immediately rearranged his features to a more relaxed one.

“I’m sorry.”

“Geez, you… oh well, whatever. I was just asking if you’d like to go with me to Theo’s art exhibition this weekend. He was just boasting about it to me this morning.” If Napoleon wasn’t listening, he hid it well. It’s almost like a default mode he’s in, especially when you’re at this proximity to him, he just can’t help but admire you, all while absorbing your words completely. Today, like any other days, you’re glowing. It wasn’t like a harsh glare of the sun, but more like the comforting dim lighting from a bunch of fireflies in a dark field. The type where you can fall back onto the soft grass, and allow those tiny sparks to overtake you gently.

Other suitable comparisons would be like the streak of light across the night sky as it approached dawn, or the silver threads of moonlight. It’s all about light with you.

“If you want to go, I’ll come along too.”

“Really? In that case then, thank you!”

There was only one thing that was comparable to the sun, in his opinion. And that was your smile.

It had been a Tuesday when you told him that, and as clocks tick away, the much beloved weekends finally arrived. The whole mansion was very much alive with buzz, however subtle it was. You and Vincent were of course, the middle of it all, being two balls of pure excitement, jumping around and being all over the place since early morning. The rest would’ve no doubt loved to join in, but it was too amusing to watch from the sidelines than to be directly involved.

Out of the rest, a few weren’t going, but majority was. Isaac couldn’t place the priority of his student’s education before this, and couldn’t join with much regret; Jeanne said he had some business to take care of, which probably wasn’t a really good thing. As an ally and friend, Napoleon would step in, but the former assured that he would be fine, and won’t she be sad if you came with me? convinced him well enough.

Regardless, the rest travelled together, something rare since everyone did what they wanted to do all the time. Until you arrived, that is. Somehow, your smile has been their motivation to do anything, and it was one common goal they all had— whether Napoleon’s happy or not, he couldn’t deny that you did have that effect on people. It was kind of like a drug in some sense. Even now, as you skipped happily alongside him, your arm carelessly linked with his, there was a carefree and beautiful smile, blooming like the most vibrant of flowers. The sight brought butterflies in Napoleon stomach.

“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

A most nondescript building, just like the one Theo described, stood a few hundred meters away. From here, Napoleon could spy a few people streaming into it just as you spoke. Theo must’ve done something to attract them, since all the artworks were by talented, but unpopular artists. It was truly a kind thing to do, he decided, as the group drew closer to the entrance.

The exhibition, in summary, was an interesting one. Napoleon wasn’t one to pay much attention to the arts, and he realises it even more so whenever Vincent or Theo ask about his opinion on something, or even Mozart. Literature-wise, he didn’t fare as bad, but the point was that he did expect to breeze through room after room in this building. And yet, something about these paintings rendered him speechless, made him feel as if he was sucked into this otherworldly place— the stoic woman, the merry young girl on the swings, he could see all this happening in front of his eyes, like a animated picture.

And then he saw it.

The enormous painting of two worlds merged into one, namely, Hell and Heaven. The way the artist expressed their form of Hell was painful to even look at. Bare, bloody bodies twisting and turning, people moaning for salvation, all while standing atop of a black, burnt mass, and fire could be seen dancing in the background.

It reminded him of something.

Fire. Screaming. Blood.

Gunshot.

The moment it rang out, he stiffened. For a while, Napoleon thought the nightmares that he thought had faded long ago rushed back all to him, and that he heard it all in his head, but there were people screaming, running and shoving past him, and smoke assaulted his nostrils. His reflexes told him to run, but his eyes searched for you; you should be around him, nearby, or with one of the guys, and Isaac was tugging on his sleeve with surprising force, so he caved in and ran to the exit. All was well, or so he hoped.

One person was missing.

“Damn. Damn!” Theo muttered, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.

The building was now in flames, shining like an unearthly light amidst the deep darkness of the night, and Napoleon was starting to think that it might not be a fleeting nightmare after all. This was real. There were kids wailing, people screaming, there had been a gunshot, and there’s a fire. To him, Hell just presented itself in the human world; and to make matters worse, you were gone.

“I’m going in.” He declares to no one in particular.

“Are you out of your mind? We don’t even know if she’s trapped in there for sure. What if she’s somewhere out here, safe?”

Anyone who’s seen his expression that night would’ve said that he looked like a man on the brink of desperation. That there was a insane fire in his eyes rivaling the one right in front of him, and that he ran into the fiery inferno without even a second’s hesitation.

It was hot. Of course it was, with the long tongues of flames licking any surface possible bare, and the wooden structure of the ceiling was about to collapse any moment soon. The cement floor, however, was safe enough to cross, and with a great kick, Napoleon easily unhinged the door to the next room. He seemed calm enough, and one would’ve thought that he’s got his nerves together. It wasn’t true at all, for his mind was a mess of thoughts, ranging from what if it’s too late to what if I don’t find her. His muscles were the ones that deserved the credit for his fluid actions, toned by years after years on the battlefield. It was so vividly imprinted into his mind, and the images flash across his eyelids whenever he closes them. Crimson-dyed dried grass, the remains of a tattered flag dancing its last solo— it makes him sick. Just like that first time, bile threatens to spill out, and his heart is hammering away at his ribcage. He can’t move an inch, nor mutter a single word. It was terrifying to the core, and everything stench of death.

A single, weak cough. Then two. It sounded like heaven compared to the crackling of fire surrounding him, and the sight of you curled up in a corner of the room almost brought him to his knees.

You were decently away from any flame nearby, thanks to the lack of objects in the room itself, except for one painting that’s reduced to blackened metal and ashes on the ground. Your clothes were dirty and soot stuck to your sweaty limbs and face, but all that matters was that you were very much alive, and without anything like a bullet wound found on your body. Napoleon silently held you up in his arms, bridal-style, and although you could barely crack open your eyes to look at him through the sting, the way you relaxed into his arms brought him back to earth a little. It was a reminder, of how you trusted him with your life, and that you two would never be apart in times like this.

And so, just like that, the whole thing ends with the both of you exiting the place from the window in the room. Thankfully, you were on the first floor, but Napoleon doubted that it would’ve been a problem even if he jumped from the second. There’s the rest of the guys, for one, who attended immediately and somewhat frantically to you, and secondly, you weren’t majorly harmed. Napoleon had got you out just in time before you could inhale too much of the smoke, and you obtained some first degree burns, but it was overall a miracle that you should be generally fine after being stuck in a burning building.

Everything afterwards passed by in a flash. The fire and gunshot were caused by a man called Gauguin, and Napoleon would’ve liked to personally give him a piece of his mind, but he entrusted the task to Theo instead. It wasn’t really his part to interfere, especially when it concerns past grudges and such affairs.

He remembers so clearly when it happened. It was nighttime, and there was a gunshot, followed by screaming and fire, and later he discovered that he obtained a bleeding ankle. It would’ve been an eternal night, if not for his love of the dim little fireflies.

If not for his love of light.

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You'll write for Catfish? Yay! I need me some of that. First date with Catfish, but oop, something goes wrong? Or just first date.

Frankie deserves so much love, and I’m happy to write the good, sweet Frankie we need in the world!

I think Frankie is the kind of guy for whom first dates are mostly about the getting to know the gal process, showing her his dry sense of humor, getting into banter. He’s more of a conversationalist, so he’d aim for something like dinner and talking than a big, splashy, eventful date. He’s really matured into himself and his dating style, so he’s not looking to cause a stir, just learn more about this girl and see if they fit together well.

So, the first date is dinner at a quiet, mid-range restaurant. It’s not a fast food joint or an Olive Garden, but it’s nowhere too fancy, either. The restaurant itself is just mostly background noise, a location to serve as the set for their tete-a-tete, so Frankie doesn’t want it to be such a dump that it makes her feel offput and pulled out of the moment, nor does he want it to be so fancy that it makes her feel intimidated and like she needs to worry more about the environment than talking to him.

Frankie stands at the door of the restaurant, outside, waiting for her. He’d never sit down before his date arrives. He’s got this unspoken, personal set of manners about these things, and he wants to be the first person she talks to, the person she walks with. He’d normally go and pick her up, himself, but scheduling had meant she’d have to meet him there. So he stands there under the restaurant awning, rocking back and forth on his heels, holding his hands in the pockets of his black dress slacks.

He looks nice; a blue button-up with the first few buttons undone, a nice, dark grey sport coat, his black pants, and his nice, shiny shoes. He’s even brushed his hair out of his face and trimmed his ‘stache so it looks a little less wispy and more like a carefully cultivated and curated patch. Every now and then, he pulls at his jacket sleeve and checks his wristwatch, making sure he’s not painfully early or mistaken about the time of their date.

She’s not late or anything– he came about half an hour early to make sure their reservation was still upheld– but he always gets antsy about these sorts of things. Call it the pilot in him, but when he is told to be at a certain place at a certain time, he never fudges it by even a few minutes. He’s been taught to count the seconds because those seconds are the razor’s edge between life and death, and he can’t shake the punctual habit, even in civilian life.

When she rounds the corner and flags him down with a wave and a smile, jogging as best as her heels will allow on the city sidewalks, Frankie’s heart lifts up in his chest and he feels himself, without any thought or intention, begin to smile wide. He walks to meet her mid-way (it’d be rude to just let her run to him, after all) and offers her his arm, joking as they walk about having “cased the joint”.

“I figure we can lie and tell ‘em it’s both of our birthdays,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “And after they bring out the cake, we book it in the confusion of the song they’ll sing. Everyone hates singing waiters, so they’ll all be looking away, and no one will see us slip out without paying the bill.”

She laughs and pats his arm.

“Frankie, if you screw these poor, minimum wage waiters out of their due pay, I’ll drag you back here by your ear, make you pay them double, and make you do every dish in that kitchen your own self.”

“Right, right. Noble lady, sticking up for the little guy. Love a gal who respects the worker,” he says, smiling wide as the server guides them from the front desk to their table.

As they sit down and peruse the menu, Frankie takes a second to look over the edge of his unfolded menu and admire her outfit. She looks absolutely lovely, he thinks to himself, admiring the shape of her face in the soft lighting of the restaurant.

She glances up from her menu and meets his eyes, each of them smiling shyly but excitedly at the other in the moment. When she’s pored over the options enough, she folds up her menu and sets it aside, linking her hands together under her chin, leaning on the table.

“So,” she asks, her tone making Frankie laugh a little to himself. “You gonna ask me some first date questions?”

“First date questions?,” Frankie probes.

“You know, like, ‘do you have any siblings’, ‘where’d you go to college’, ‘do you like “The Office”’, ‘do you like to travel’, stuff like that.”

“I could ask you if you want me to ask you,” he offers.

She shakes her head teasingly.

“I mean, you could, but usually those kinds of questions are so boring. And I can tell that you, Mister Francisco Morales, do not like boring things.”

“You’re right,” he teases, “Which is why I’m going out with you and not…”

He looks around the restaurant, then finds what he’s looking for.

“That painting.”

Frankie points at a generic-looking piece of restaurant art– the kind that’s all vague watercolors in some yellow-orange sepia, with a little green tossed in for ‘contrast’– and grins when she turns to look at it, then lets out a little snort.

“I just hate that kinda shit,” he whispers, using his menu as a divider between their conversation and the rest of the restaurant. “I mean, it’s like restaurants order these things in bulk from some distant, far-off warehouse where they keep an artist locked in the basement with just a box of Crayola paints and a vague memory of sixth-grade art class color wheel assignments.”

She snorts and covers her mouth as she laughs, which makes Frankie feel incredibly successful. He loves, loves, loves making people laugh, but especially when he has a particular interest in someone. Making someone you care about laugh is a wonderful feeling, and Frankie is riding the high of it.

“Do you think every Starbucks in the world orders from that same warehouse?”

“Without a doubt,” Frankie grins. “It’s one big Illuminati-like web of companies buying from this poor, imprisoned artist. I bet if you looked really close, you could see tiny messages written in each of the paintings.” He makes his voice more desperate and panicked sounding, as if a whisper from a prison inmate. “Help me! I’m being kept in the basement of the Peet’s Coffee headquarters and they’re forcing me to keep painting pictures of bicycles!”

When their mutual giggling dies down, a waiter approaches and asks them for their order. Frankie orders a pair of glasses of wine, one for each of them, and asks his date what she’d like to eat. When she answers, he orders something entirely different, promising her that if what she got turns out to be dreadful, she can have some of his food.

The night progresses well– lots of smiling, laughing, joking– and leads into the two of them lacing fingers on the top of the table, Frankie coaxing his thumb over the hill of her knuckles, softly rubbing as they talk.

She talks about her family. He talks about his. She talks about her job. He doesn’t. She makes a joke about rich people and their weird obsession with eating things raw. Frankie refrains from making a distasteful joke in their current setting, promising to tell her it later when they’re somewhere that more bawdy humor will fly without being noticed.

Dinner slows down and ends, and Frankie picks up the bill, politely declining her offers to pay. “Call me old-fashioned,” he says, a wry smile on his lips, “But I think the hotter one should pay.”

She slaps him in the arm playfully and rolls her eyes as he lifts her hand off the table and kisses it, using his eyes to tell her that, of course, he’s kidding and that she is, to him, the most beautiful person there. She knows.

They head out into the night and Frankie takes his jacket off, popping it on her shoulders. When she looks up at him, about to thank him, he cuts her off.

“I’ve seen that move in the movies a billion times. Apparently, it guarantees that the girl will be kissing the guy by the end of the night.”

“Oh, don’t get cocky,” she rebuts. “Cocky men don’t get kissed.”

“But do humble, very cute, very sorry men?” Frankie makes exaggerated puppy-eyes about pouts his lip, cooing through his nose like a whiny puppy dog. “Please?”

Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, wandering through a park, they stop and take a look at each other. She huffs out a breath of a laugh at his ridiculous expression and Frankie eases, able to laugh at himself, too. Their hands gravitate together and she squeezes at his palm, her cheeks round and warm with her smile as Frankie watches her.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says, his voice suddenly sincere, soft. “And you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. Just thought you should know.”

“Know what? That I’m beautiful, or that I don’t have to kiss you?”

“Both.”

“Both are very sweet of you, Francisco.”

“Please,” he snorts, putting up a hand dismissively. “Francisco was my father. Call me Mister Morales.”

She, again, laughs lightly, shaking the hand of his that she’s holding.

“Nice to meet you, Mister Morales.” Then, she stands on the balls of her feet and presses her lips to his cheek. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

For a moment, Frankie loses mastery of his words. He’s slightly flustered by the kiss, as if he’s a schoolboy receiving his first kiss, juvenile and brand-new to the sensation. He’s been kissed before, he knows, but something about that kiss felt electric, warming his blood with the same excitement he gets as he clicks the engine on in his plane, revving on the runway.

He gives her a wobbly, enthusiastic smile and bends down to kiss her cheek in return, holding his lips there a heartbeat longer just so he can feel her skin on his. He feels something: something he’s felt before in small doses, something entirely new to him. He wants to keep finding out what that something is, kiss by kiss, day by day.

Recovering quickly, he continues walking with her, the two of them feeling a little lighter and bubblier as they carry on. It’s just the first date, but each of them knows there will surely, surely be more to come.

Send Me Asks While I’m On My Roadtrip!

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BREAK!! | Bonus Content

There’s a lot of things that happened that I wish I could’ve shown off, and for the next game I hope to post logs of all the group events as a result. However, one thing I felt like I could easily post after the game was over was all the execution rooms for all the students. If there were any executions you were wondering what they would’ve been like in canon, then that information will be under the cut!

Before we get to there though, we’ll at last be unveiling the dead blog. In the end, we ended up having one due to the interest level of all the muns of dead characters, though this dead blog ended up starting up mid-Chapter Two instead of the conventional mid-Chapter One. The link to that blog is HERE.

Thank you to all the players and spectators for your interest in RE:WOUND CIRCUIT, and we hope to have a successful sequel game as well!

Now on to the execution room descriptions!

Room I - A number of large coffee machines can be found in here on an extremely large table. A person could reasonably fit in any of them. There is a large robot in the back of the room holding a cup not unlike the one in the The Magician arcana art. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach the table. Being in this room makes you feel like you drank the potion in the Alice in Wonderland movie to make you tiny.

Room II - This room seems to be the exact room that Ikuko Ueno’s execution took place in.

Room III - An opulently decorated room greets you when you arrive. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. In front of a guillotine is a grand piano with the ominous writing: “One of these keys when pressed will spell your doom.” The piano seems to be connected to the guillotine somehow.

Room IV - This room looks not unlike Yvon’s talent lab, but it’s arranged so that all the chairs and their country flags are at a slant moving inwards to the center of the room which is at the lowest peak. Under every chair in this room appears to be a knife.

Room V - You find yourself in a cathedral with large, gorgeous stained glass windows and the entire floor seems to be made of clocks, all creating an anxious ticking noise clamoring together into a cacophony. There’s a big chair where the priest sits, and from your viewing platform, not only can you press a button to extend a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed but there is also a button to activate metal restraints on the chair.

Room VI - This room turns out to be a baseball field. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. There is another button that unleashes metal snakes.

Room VII - This room is set up in a Roman-style coliseum and has a chariot pulled by metal lions. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. It looks like there’s a small clutter pile in the coliseum of various weapons similar to the ones in Misaki Wei’s talent lab.

Room VIII - A room that is set up to look like some kind of concert hall. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. There is another button that also plays recorded audio from a F∀LLING ST∀RS performance. In this viewing platform rests a blindfold and a sword as well as an earpiece.

Room IX - This room seems to be the exact room that Yoshiko Endo’s execution took place in. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the execution had been filmed.

Room X - This room seems to be the exact room that Takaku Kurkuru’s execution took place in. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the execution had been filmed.

Room XI - This room seems to be the exact room that ZenZen’s execution took place in. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the execution had been filmed.

Room XII - This room is mysteriously completely empty. Despite that fact, you can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the execution hypothetically would have been filmed… if it, y’know, existed.

Room XIII - This room is set up to showcase a battlefield like in olden times. There are a bunch of robotic armies set up with standards from all different countries. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. There is another button that makes the robotic armies move. In this viewing platform rests a Grim Reaper costume complete with a fully functioning scythe.

Room XIV - This room is set up to hold what seems to be a sauna that has a bunch of angel statues sitting around in it, leaving one space for someone else. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. There is another button that makes the angel statues explode.

Room XV - This room seems to be the exact room that SHOOTING STAR’s execution took place in. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the execution had been filmed.

Room XVI - This room showcases a large tower not unlike the ones you would see in drawings for the tale Rapunzel. There is many bolts of fabric within the tower’s topmost room. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. There is another button that makes makes a large artificial thunder bolt zap the entire tower.

Room XVII - This room seems to be some sort of sporting field not unlike the one in Ryuunosuke Yoshida’s talent lab. Even all the cardboard cutout people are there! There looks to be a contraption there that shows a scale with a huge star on the top. If you make a noise, depending upon on how loud it is, it makes the scale light up. The cardboard cutout people also react to the volume of what’s in the room. Once the scale lights up all the way to the star, it explodes. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed.

Room XVIII - This room showcases a parade not unlike the ones in Tokyo Disneyland. There are a bunch of parade floats with all your favorite licensed characters and sets, and there appears to be one that you can restrain someone in on a chair. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. Another button makes the floats move, and the background of set changes from daylight to night time as it gets to closer to the end of its route, in which case fireworks set off and hit all of the floats in the parade.

Room XIX - This room has it set up to look like the courtyard of a school not unlike the one in Noriko Todo’s death photo. There’s a bunch of robotic goons that look like horses if they were also a generic magical girl anime monster. In the middle of it all is a transformation device-- or at least what looks like one. It’s probably just a toy. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed.

Room XX - This room appears to be an extremely long tunnel running on a conveyor belt. Spaced out along it are eight different Homun Kurusu with their own specializations. The conveyor belt eventually leads to a drop into garbage chute that has two robots on either side “playing” trumpets. You can press a button from your viewing platform that extends a path to reach where the hypothetical execution would be filmed. There is another button to start the conveyor belt.

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Zine Applications PSA

As many of you have probably noticed, there are zines coming from every angle of every fandom right now, and that’s great! Zines are so much fun to create, to contribute to, and to have. However, something has come to our attention.

What makes or breaks a zine? What makes it the most fun experience you’ve ever had versus the most miserable group project you’ve ever gotten yourself into? What is most likely going to reward you, understand you, or punish you for things outside of your control?

Moderators. Admins. The heads of a zine.

These people are the ones that organize zines, and overall they’re the ones that hold the most power. Zine mods are the ones that can make your zine a real joy to be a part of or be something you wish never had your name attached to it to begin with. So, we’re going to take a moment here to give some tips and heads up on which zines have promising mods and which zines you should look thrice at before applying at all.

1. Who are the mods?

Most, if not all, zines should have their moderators or heads listed with their main social links somewhere on the zine blog. Knowing where you can look to know a mod’s works, opinions, or just how to contact them is a good step forward in trust. You often want to meet your doctor before they tell you that you need your appendix removed, right? Well, it’s a good idea to meet your moderator (or at least their social links) before you commit 2-6 months of your time and effort. The exception to this rule mainly stays to R18 or NSFW zines, so that there’s no way to backtrack them and harass the mods for doing adult work. The mods are required to be 18+ for R18 zines, but that’s something to keep in mind. Judgment is required before you even apply to an adult zine.

2. How prepared are the moderators?

This can refer to past zines they’ve moderated for, contributed to, or general fan work. As a strong rule of thumb, you want to apply to a zine that has at least one moderator that has experience in zines beforehand, either as a contributor or former moderator. This is not absolutely required as one can do their research regarding zine making, but it puts the mind at ease to know that a moderator has done such work in the past and has a strong idea about what to do going forward. If none on the team have any previous experience, ask the zine blog questions about how much and what kind of research they’ve done. If they say “we’ve researched or are in the process of researching printing companies, merch companies, how many pages the final zine will be and how to layout a zine or other periodical” you’ve got strong first zine maker contenders. If they say “we’ll figure it out because zines aren’t that hard” then it’s best to really think about how prepared they are going forward in a project that can take anywhere from 4 months to a full year.

3. How familiar are the moderators with doing fandom projects?

Have they ever run big bangs or exchanges or fandom weeks? Were those well organized? Have they at least participated in a fandom project? How many? Moderators need to know to go in how much work a zine is to make, how much time and effort and energy are going into this fan project, and what kind of tone to take. Fandom projects are first and foremost community projects, running off the love and dedication to a published pre-existing work. Formality is not unwelcome, and professionalism is highly recommended, but keeping it casual is nice as long as it’s not rude or elitist. If the mods are helpful and sincere, this is a good sign of people who will understand if your computer suddenly dies in the middle of the creation process and that you’ll be a lot slower in making your piece. If mods are scathing or too strict in regards to questions, unhelpful or rude, then this is a big sign that they won’t be kind if something unfortunate happens to you.

4. How do the mods interact with others online?

This is something to keep in mind mainly as a potential contributor. Are the mods someone who you can go to with a problem regarding your piece? Is the mod someone who will laugh at you for trying your best? Is the mod someone who has engaged in bullying behavior towards others in the past? How about their stance on certain taboo topics? Are they going to shove their ideology down your throat, or will they let bygones be bygones and not talk about the topic as long as the current zine project is in works? Knowing what kind of person your moderator is going to be can be a deal breaker for some and nothing for others. It’s good to know where you stand in regards to their behavior towards others, which might include yourself.

5. How much or how often do moderators avoid talking about where zine profits go?

This is a red flag. If zine mods do not say where proceeds go at least before preorder period then something is amiss. Have they said that it’s going to charity? Which charity? Have other contributors talked about which charities, or discussed a cut of the profits? Is it a for-profit or for-charity zine? Zines are an unfortunately vulnerable business for scammers and untrustworthy moderators can run off with the money and leave everyone else in the dust. That’s not to say that it’s common, because it’s honestly not, but it does happen and it’s something that you, as a contributor or a buyer or even both, should be aware of. Even if the moderators don’t mean harm or are trustworthy, then this can lead back to once again being organized or lack thereof.

6. Speaking of profits, who is getting what and how much? How are contributors getting paid?

It’s a rule of thumb that all contributors are given at the very least a PDF copy of the zine if the zine doesn’t make enough profits to give every single contributor a physical copy of the zine. If the zine is for-profit, what’s the pay scale? Are some people going to be getting more than others? Who? And by how much? Is everyone going to be given equal profits if there is any leftover (there is hardly any money in zine making, so don’t go in thinking you might get $100 for working in one because the fact of the matter is that you probably won’t)? Big business zines are there to make money more than be a project of love, and although that doesn’t make them wrong, it can create tension among contributors and moderators if mods are getting 50% of the total profits and 50 contributors are getting 1% apiece. Consider how you’ll feel about that really carefully. Read all the terms and conditions and FAQs before applying to any zine that will handle money.

7. Why was the zine created in the first place? And what relationship does the main or head mod, the one who spearheaded the project, have with the zine’s idea?

Some zines are created out of spite against someone else’s zine, either because they weren’t accepted into it or because the zine had something going on within it that the mod didn’t like. Spite zines can lead to unnecessary competition between zines (creating a smaller market and bigger chance to flop) and unnecessary tensions between contributors and moderators. It’s not wrong if a zine isn’t 100% a passion project (there have been zines in the past that were run more like a business than an expensive fan project) but it shouldn’t be a revenge project with one person with a vendetta and dozens of others dragged along in the fire because of it. And if their anger suddenly runs out, you as a contributor are stuck with doing a work that might never see a printed page, and moderators that suddenly don’t want anything to do with the project they created. Anger can get someone far, but zines aren’t the place to measure it. Passion projects mean that someone is invested, has already invested time and energy in the idea that you’re all working on, and loves the zine that they are creating. You will be able to see the love that goes into a project.

8. Which mods have graphic design experience and how good are they at it?

This can make or break a zine, as zines use layouts to coordinate how words and art are going to be placed. You don’t want to pay $40 for a book you can’t even read, or a picture blown up too big for you to see the details put into it.

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