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#the name of the fb page i got this from is part of the joke
pusola · 3 years
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noctumbra · 3 years
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𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 (𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏)
summary ─ “not yet,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you.”
pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, light fluff, angst, kissing, riding, crying, emotinal sex, shall we call it love making???, unprotected sex, nothing extreme in this one folks, this is the real goodbye sex believe
a/n ─ hi. i'm back with yet another fb bucky fic :) i feel like i fucked up a bit towards the end but.... lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333
previous part ─ trilogy masterlist
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It was the graduation day when he popped out from his hiding place.
It had been weeks since the last time you saw Bucky. You knew he dropped you off to your apartment, your roommate was kind enough to tell you because he had to ring the bell. You saw your call history on your phone and knew you called Bucky. You talked on the phone for almost forty minutes. You didn’t remember what you talked about, though, and that was what you’d like to ask him, but you haven’t seen him ever since that night.
So, when your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for the day, you didn’t expect to find him standing at your doorstep.
“Hi,” he whispered. He had a tired smile on his face; his eyes looked haunted and it seemed like he lost weight. You frowned.
“Hey,” you whispered back. Your eyes were seizing his body up and down, worry etched on your face. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. He sniffed lightly and nodded. It was a hesitant nod, and you picked up on it immediately. “Bucky…” you said. He waved a dismissive hand on the air.
“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep lately, that’s it.” You frowned but didn’t say anything. Opening the door a little more, you invited him inside. He smiled as he stepped through the threshold. “I was, um, wondering how you’re doing since, uh, you know, that night.”
“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine.” You slowly moved your head back and forth. Chewing on your lip, you decided to out with it. “I saw that I called you that night from my call history,” you started. “I don’t remember what we talked about, though.” You watched Bucky as his face went from shocked to relieved to sad. It was an interesting transition, you thought. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually.”
He let out a laugh, it sounded forced. “Oh, um, it was nothing important, really,” he said, shrugging. “You talked about how you hated the taste of beer, and said that you can’t understand why people like vodka.” He smiled.
“For forty minutes?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. He nodded. “Damn.” You would talk about those things, and if you did talk about them for forty minutes, then it was too normal for you to now remember anything because you must have been drunk as fuck. You chuckled. “Here I was worrying myself to sickness because I made a dumb out of myself.” Bucky chuckled lightly with you.
“No, you didn’t,” he said. “You were totally right.” You rolled your eyes.
“Sure, Barnes,” you grunted. Bucky chuckled again. A silence fell between you two, but it wasn’t disturbing. Instead, it was peaceful, and you smiled when you realized you somehow missed his presence being next to you.
“You’re gonna look beautiful,” Bucky said after a short while, and you made a questioning hum. He pointed at your dress for the graduation day. “It’s gonna look amazing on you.” You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled and ducked your head.
“Thanks,” you murmured. Bucky’s lips curled up at your reaction, his stomach suddenly flipping over. He silently cleared his throat. “I’ll, um,” you started, biting your lips for a second before you continued. “I’ll see you at the graduation?” You asked. Sniffing a little, Bucky nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna be there. I’m graduating, too, y’know,” he added. You let out a short chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, but both of you were joking. So, it didn’t take you too long to start laughing.
“It’s good to know that you were studying while parading around,” you murmured with a grin on your face. Bucky blushed. He might have been fucking around, yes, but he did study to his exams, thank you very much.
“Well, I gotta pay my loans somehow, right?” He sent you a wink and grinned back at you. You shook your head fondly.
You hated for making you fall in love with him, breaking your heart and using you, but you knew you were going to miss him like crazy after today. You didn’t know his plans after school─ actually, you didn’t know anything about him and his life. You didn’t know about his future plans, about his parents, siblings if he had any, or what he liked to do on his free time. He was a blank page; the only thing you knew, however, was what he liked in bed and how he acted when he was angry, and that was it. You frowned slightly.
“Hey─” You heard him and felt his large, warm hand holding your wrist gently. “Where did you go?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes concerned. It was a new look on him; not unwelcomed but unexpected. You never saw him worrying over you, or showing his emotions so openly to you before.
You chewed on your lip, debating on telling the truth. Looking at his beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the slight vulnerability in them, you said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind. “I’m gonna miss you,” you blurted. “After today, I mean. I’m gonna miss seeing you around.”
His eyes changed. Their color looked brighter, they widened, and you saw some tears gathering in them. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you watched him shedding a tear.
“I’m gonna miss you, too,” he whispered. He sounded so broken, so raw, you wanted to hug him and tell him that you weren’t going to leave him. “I’m gonna miss hearing your bitching about random things,” he added. You snorted. You rolled your eyes and snorted again.
“You─” You started but stopped to huff some when you heard him snickering. “You idiot.” Bucky laughed. His whole face lightened up as he threw his head back and laughed. You should have felt insulted because he was laughing at you, but he looked so happy, and you just couldn’t. You huffed a bit more. “I’m not gonna miss your dumb ass, Barnes,” you muttered. He giggled.
“C’mon,” he said. “You love my dumb ass.” He froze, thinking he fucked up, but your soft chuckle relaxed him.
“It is a nice ass,” you murmured. Bucky watched a large grin spread on your face with sparkling eyes. He chuckled, a soft blush sitting high on his cheekbones. You just grinned at him cheekily. You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, Bucky couldn’t believe he got the chance to have you in his life in a fucked up but good way. He wished so badly that he could take all the shitty things he did to you, but he knew it was too late.
He cleared his throat. He should leave, he thought, but before he could reach for the door, he felt your hand closing around the collar of his t-shirt, and he was yanked forward.
Your lips collided; soft and slick ones against the chapped and slightly cold ones. Bucky gasped as he shivered and gave into your kiss. His lips were the cold ones, so he let you warm them. He let you stroke, kiss and lick them, and in return, he swallowed all the whimpers and breathy little moans you released into his mouth.
“Baby,” Bucky panted as he pulled back slightly. One of his hands found its place on your cheek, cradling it gently. His thumb was stroking your cheekbones, touching your eye and caressing your slick lips.
“Please,” you whispered. “I─ Please, James, I-I need you, please.” You looked into his eyes with tears blurring your vision. You heard the small hitch in his breath, watched him grimacing with pain and then, he leaned in for another kiss.
Moaning in unison, you grabbed at him. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pushed you against the wall, caging you against it with his body. You whimpered. You missed having his body this close you, missed feeling his lips teasing yours and missed letting him kiss you all over.
“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed deeply as he nibbled on your neck gently. He was being careful about leaving marks since there was a graduation you had to go through, but you didn’t care. He could give you hickeys, and you’d cover them up with make-up. The only thing you cared, however, was to have him inside of you. You’ve gone without him for too long.
“Bucky…” You whispered. You heard him hum again. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling a little, you whined lowly. “Bucky…” He hummed louder. You huffed. His teeth were worrying a flesh in his mouth, sucking and licking over it. Every puff of his breath was making the small hairs on your body to rise, making you shudder violently in his arms. “Sir…” You finally whimpered, and Bucky bit you hard.
“Yeah, love?” He asked. “What is it?” He kissed the place he bit. “Tell me.” You wiggled and exposed your throat to him even more. Humming approvingly, he placed kisses all over. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want, hm?”
“Take me to bed, please,” you whispered. “I missed you, missed having you in me, please.” You looked at him through your lashes. His eyes went dark, pupils dilating, Bucky let out a soft growl.
“That so, baby?” He murmured. You nodded. Your eyes still had some tears in them, and you felt one of them running down. Bucky’s face crumpled immediately; expression softening, he leaned in to kiss the tear away. You only held onto him tighter. “A’right,” he whispered. “Hang on tight, lil’ koala.” You smiled at the name but did as he said.
He kept peppering kisses on your face as he walked towards your bedroom and was gentle when he laid you down on your bed. He was standing between your legs, elbows supporting his weight, when he leaned in for another kiss.
This one feels a bit different, you thought. Your eyes were closed and hands were in his hair. He kissed you gently, softly even. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm was loving, and you felt new tears stinging. It was chaste, this kiss. Neither of you included tongue in it; it was only lips, your hands on each other’s faces and the intimacy.
Slowly, both of you got rid of your clothes. First, it was your t-shirt on the ground with your bra and then his t-shirt joined them, and then came out your shorts and his jeans. He let your panties and his boxers on, though. When you made a questioning hum, Bucky just smiled.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “I jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you,” he added. You hummed happily. As much as you wanted him in you, you were definitely okay with more kissing.
Bucky probably should have walked away after he saw that you were doing fine. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have come to check up on you. He was going to see you at the graduation, he could have waited for couple more hours, but he was scared that he might have missed you during the chaos and never saw you again.
He had to say proper goodbye this time.
He didn’t think you’d start things, though. It was always him who started these sort of things; it always him who kissed you first, who begged you to give in and tried to convince you to take you to the bed. Roles were reversed, today. You took the first step.
Bucky should have stopped this after the kiss. He should have pulled back. He should have thanked you, murmured his goodbye and wished you success and love in life. Instead, he kept kissing you.
This would be the last time he’d be taking you, though, he thought. After that, you were off to God knows where. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see you again. So, he gave in.
Kissing you and feeling you against his body were the best feeling he had ever experienced in this world, he was sure of it. Having your hands pulling on his hair, nails digging into the muscles of his back and being able to swallow your moans and whimpers into his kiss were the things he would always remember. He was going to remember the way you whined his name so prettily, the way you moaned breathily when he made you come… Bucky was going to miss these, was probably going to yearn these, but he knew he had to say goodbye.
He was no good to you. He only hurt you, made you cry. He did not deserve you.
Bucky knew that he was never going to be worthy of your love. He was too much of an asshole for that. He was going to have a very little piece from it while he could, though.
“Bucky…” You breathed. Your eyes were closed, and your face was peaceful. Bucky smiled. Kissing your cheeks, he nipped on your jaw lightly.
“Yeah, baby?” He murmured. He felt you wiggle under him.
“Wanna feel you,” you whispered. “Please? We don’t have much time, I wanna feel you.” Bucky held back a sigh. You were right; you did not have much time, and Bucky suddenly wanted to ditch the graduation and stay here with you in your bed.
“Alright, love,” he whispered back. “Okay, sssh.”
His fingers found the hem of your panties, and Bucky was gentle as he stripped you free of them. He slid off his own boxers, briefly straightening up to chuck them on the ground, he grabbed his wallet to dig out a condom.
You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“No,” you whispered. “Can we not use it? I wanna feel you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. You wanting to feel him, wanting him to be bare in you… He was going to be pissed if this was one of those dreams.
“We don’t wanna have a baby, right now,” Bucky murmured, trying to joke a little. “We’re barely adults.” You smiled as you patted his cheeks. Bucky realized your smile looked sad. Blinking, he tried to ignore it.
“I started taking the pill again,” you said. “Just wanna feel you, come on.” Bucky nodded. He could feel his body shaking lightly; nervousness and excitement mixing with his lust. He nodded again. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he dropped the wallet.
You pulled him into a kiss as Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up. He greedily swallowed all the moans you released while he slid into your wetness smoothly.
“Fuck,” he moaned loudly.
The exquisite feeling of your wet and warm walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good that Bucky felt like he was about to come. It was such an intense feeling, Bucky suddenly hated the existence of the condoms. It served for an understandable reason, but it also deprived him from a sensation like this one.
“Hmm,” you mewled. “Sir, fuck, you feel so good,” you panted, then. Bucky grunted.
You should have done this before, Bucky thought, he should have taken you bare earlier even though he was sort of glad that this happened on your very last time.
“’ma move, love,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t wait anymore.” You nodded. Your hands were holding onto his sides tightly, thighs wrapped around his waist as Bucky pulled out only to slowly slide back in.
He was going to drag your last time out as long as he could. He wanted this to last. He was not going to fuck you and be done with you, no. He did that enough in the past. He was going to feel you, now.
“Mmm, Bucky!” You whimpered. Your nails were digging in deep, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted you to leave marks so that he could look at himself in the mirror later and touch them and cry. He let out a harsh breath as he slid in once again. “Yeah!” You cried out softly. “There, please.”
Bucky did as you said and kept hitting that spot of your repeatedly. His pace was still slow and deep, he was still trying to make it last and feel you deep in his presence. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were quiet as you held onto him tightly. He could only hear your barely-audible whimpers and his name as a whisper when the thrust was particularly deep.
“You feel so good, baby,” Bucky whispered. His ears were howling, his brain was going fuzzy around the edges and he started to hear some sort of a white noise through the howling.
Bucky felt his eyes and nose burn. The feeling of your naked body against his, him being bare inside of your wetness and you holding onto him tightly… Bucky felt raw. He felt vulnerable as hell. Every place of his body where it was touching yours was on fire. It was like your skin was getting etched into his, marking him completely and forever, and Bucky was letting it happen.
“James,” you breathed silently. A soft sob ripped apart from him as he buried his face into your neck. You kissed his temple, petted his hair and stroked his back. You could hear his soft sobs, silent sniff and slight shaking of his shoulders. You kissed his temple again. You pushed him back, but he scrambled to hold you against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “I’m here. Just lay back, alright?” Bucky sniffed silently and did as you said.
He leaned back against the headboard, and you climbed onto his lap. Lowering yourself onto his cock again, you held his head against your chest, allowed him to hide there.
“Sssh,” you murmured softly. His hands were on your back, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You hugged like that for a short while. His sobs slowly ebbed away, but you continued to stroke his hair.
“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice croaked. You shrugged. You grabbed his face in your palms and lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing even more with some redness in them, his nose was a bit puffy like his eyes, but it was the expression that hit you hard.
It was pain. Raw, unhidden pain. His eyes were earnest as they looked into yours. You felt the oxygen trapped in your throat when you made eye contact. You shivered. It felt like his eyes were looking into the very depth of your soul, seeing and understanding your true feelings towards him. It scared you.
So, you leaned in and kissed him as a distraction. Anything to get his eyes off of you.
Bucky whimpered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you, as he returned your kiss. His soft lips parted lightly and allowed your tongue inside. You licked into his mouth, stole another whimper and bit down on his bottom lip.
“Move,” he whispered. “Take what you want.” He gave you a chaste kiss. You exhaled shakily as you raised yourself on your knees a little only to fall back down. You moaned. Bucky peppered soft kisses on your neck. His hold on your waist was tight still, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to ease off even though it made breathing just a tad harder.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried his face to your chest. Bucky, understanding what you were implying, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and bit on it gently. The lazy suction and slow movements of your hips were driving you crazy. Everything felt so sharp, so deep and so scary but also so good, you felt like you were falling apart.
“Come,” Bucky whispered, pulling his mouth off your nipple. “Can feel you, come, baby.” You whined loud and long as you came on his cock. Your orgasm felt like it went for a century. Its hold took over you slowly, spread through your body from your belly like a wrecking ball, but you felt the impact into your bones. You cried out.
Whining, you kissed Bucky’s cheeks, lips and nose. “Come in me,” you panted silently. “Sir, Bucky, please, come in me. I need it─” You cut yourself off with a low moan. Bucky let out a sharp cry as his hips thrusted up into your still convulsing core. He was close. His balls were tight and full with his come. Your walls were trying to milk it away from him, he could fucking feel it.
“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed and then moaned. You cooed at him.
“’m here. C’mon,” you continued to coo. “Come in me, Sir. Lemme feel you.”
Feeling his whole body going taut, Bucky buried a moan into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you. You sighed as Bucky let out small whimpers. You could feel his come coating your walls, and you hummed.
You stayed in that position for a while, cuddling and breathing each other in. His hands were holding you tight, fingers drawing various shapes on your body while you traced his tattoos and examined his piercings. Both of you came down from your high slowly.
You got up and rolled off of him.
“Yuck,” you whispered as you felt his come leaking out of you. Bucky smiled apologetically. “I wanted it,” you reminded him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the bathroom, quickly cleaning yourself. When you returned to your bedroom in a bathrobe, you saw him dressing up. “Leaving already?”
Bucky grimaced. “We only have two hours to get ready,” he murmured. His voice was soft and low. You found it soothing. “I can’t hang around too long, gotta shower and change.” You nodded. This time, it didn’t feel like an excuse to run away. Graduation was onto you both, it was understandable, but Bucky wasn’t running away.
“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, make sense.” Bucky nodded, too. He pulled his jeans on, fixed his t-shirt and hair and grabbed his wallet.
“I, uh,” he started, inclining his head towards the door. You let out a ‘yeah’. He smiled. You were at the door when he turned around, suddenly looking very serious.
“This was the last time I was taking you, you know that right?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t taunting, or bragging or anything. His voice was still soft and low, but he sounded like he was far away. “We’re graduating, and God knows what’s expecting us. We’re gonna have different lives and… we’re growing up.” Bucky sent you sad smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you kiss me like that because I wanted to say goodbye properly, but I don’t regret it, so,” he shrugged. “Take care, will you?” With teary eyes, you looked at him. Bucky sighed. In one step, you were in his arms and hugging him tightly.
You understood what he meant. Whatever you had was for during college. The end has come; it was the graduation day, and that meant you had to leave this part of your college life behind. You didn’t want to, especially not when you were in love with him, but he was right. You were going to have different lives. You were adults for a couple years, but graduating meant that you were an official one now.
“It’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered and pulled back. “You’re gonna be okay and successful in your job. You’re tough like that.” He smiled, this time it was a genuine one. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Take care, Y/N.”
“Take care, Bucky,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be one hell of a teacher.” That pulled a startled laugh out of Bucky, and you grinned tearfully. “A badass one, too.” You eyed his tattoos. He shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess,” he murmured. “Gonna be that teacher, but it’s worth it.” Giving you a lopsided smirk, he watched you for a couple seconds. Then, he walked to the door, opening it. He looked at you before he walked out. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the last second he decided against it. You ran to him, kissing his cheek and fixing his hair.
“Be gentle to yourself,” you murmured. Bucky nodded.
“I’ll try,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “Um. Bye, Y/N.” You muttered a soft ‘bye’, and he was off. You closed the door and sank down. You let the tears wash your face and pain away.
As soon as Bucky was outside, he let out a sob. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t want to give you that hope and then crush it. He knew he would fuck up somehow if you were to try out a relationship. You didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve you.
Lifting his head up, looking at the sky, Bucky took a deep breath.
“Here comes the sun,” he whispered and turned on his heels.
His figure got lost in the sea of people as he walked down the street. He felt like he lost a piece of himself in them, too.
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ichinoue · 4 years
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Kubo wasn't going to make it a romance between IR because Ichigo is 15 and Rukia is an adult, like, are IRs aware they're actually supporting something very bad?
I think their reasoning was always that there’s a sort of “grey area” when it comes to age in Bleach because of how people age much slower in SS (and I think Masaki was still in high school when she met a much older Isshin and the two of them still got together so it’s...not necessarily something that I would put past Kubo?) But yeah, the age difference with IR never sat well with me.Especially because Kubo made such a point to highlight their difference in age??
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Literally the first chapter, and here’s Rukia, bragging about how much older and more experienced she is than Ichigo, immediately setting up an imbalance of power in their dynamic. She also spends much of the chapter calling Ichigo childlike names like kid/brat/boy/etc. (while also pointing out the irony of Ichigo calling her similar names because she’s actually the older one lmao), and it honestly just feels like she’s his babysitter bossing him around. For the rest of the series, she always came across to me as being much more mentally and emotionally mature than Ichigo (which is expected, considering she lived ten of his lives). I always felt that he looked up to her, respected and revered her as a mentor largely because of that difference in experience and maturity. Which made the idea of her being his love interest just....bizarre to me.
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Then just a few chapters later there’s this. Like...lmao Kubo literally took the time to point out via Ichigo’s words and a helpful diagram---with arrows---that while Ichigo and Mizuiro are only fifteen years old, Rukia is “so much older.” It’s not like he decided to sweep the matter of their age difference under the rug in hopes that the readers would forget about it because it’s unkosher if you’re planning a romance between them....Nope. He was loud about it. He could be as loud about it as he wanted, because as we know, he never was planning a romance between them. IchiHime and RenRuki were decided after chapter one.
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The first arc also has Rukia reading books about the youths of today because she’s so much older and out of touch. She refers to Ichigo and his classmates here as “young people these days,” which, yet again, highlights the difference in their ages. It was all part of a running joke, that she was like this martian from another planet that had to try to fit in with these high school kids.
Side-note, but this was when IR was still fun! The dynamic between Ichigo and Rukia in the AotS arc is very funny and great without it having to be romantic. It gets really boring and repetitive after the SS arc,but this was when it was at its best imo. “We lost him! I lost my self!”  “That’s a paradox.” kdfgkdfjkgjdfkg
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Then, it’s the FB arc, Ichigo is now seventeen, and remarks that he has "zero interest in old ladies.” He says this to his boss, who, needless to say, Rukia is much older than.
I pointed this page out back in like 2013 and the IR fandom was furious. They screenshotted my post, sent me anon hate for days, typed up a bunch of rants about how I was “age-shaming” Rukia and so on....Somehow, they missed the part where ageism/age-shaming doesn’t fucking apply when we’re talking about the romantic interests of minors lmao. As if a minor saying they aren’t interested in older people, as teenaged Ichigo said here, means they should be reprimanded and made to feel guilty for “”age-shaming”” older folks. Like...no, you fuckin weirdos. That’s not how it works. 
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couchpuddingg · 5 years
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Death Note One Shot 2019 #2
Here’s the translation of the following pages I did today. Only proceed if you’re ready for spoilers of the new one shot.
Original one shot sketches: https://shonenjumpplus.com/episode/10834108156668356542
Translation Part 1 (P. 2-21): https://byouteki-cinderella.tumblr.com/post/186258918738/death-note-one-shot-2019
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Page 22:
Minoru: But now we live in a different era. We have surveillance cameras all over the city, they’ve even installed them in every car of every train. And buses and cars now have so called drive recorders installed.
Ryuk: Uh, under those circumstances it might have been impossible even for Kira to kill all the FB agents.
Minoru: They’ve also improved their techniques to deal with cyber crimes so they’d find out immediately if Kira sent messages via net or people send Kira messages via net. The police is even checking everyone’s phone transmissions.
Minoru: The police not being able to find a person who wrote something on the net…Today, that’s only possible in movies or drama series where it benefits the story.
Ryuk: …
Minoru: But I’m sure that if Kira lived right now he would have found a way to deal with this based on the conditions given to him in this era.
Page 23:
Ryuk: So, Minoru, do you think you can do it? (it says Minoru in Katakana here so it becomes 100% clear that this is the actual reading of the main characters name)
Minoru: Eh?
*the two of them staring at each other*
Minoru: So your goal is to make me do the same thing that Kira did, Mr.Shinigami?
I can’t believe all of this…This note is terrifying…
Page 24
Minoru *thinking*: So there’s two possibilities…either I give the note to someone else or I give it back to Ryuk. If I gave it back to Ryuk I’d loose all my memories about this and could forget about the note. Kira also gave his book back to Ryuk once. But if I give the notebook back to Ryuk right now he’ll just give it to someone else in the end…and that’s it?
A notebook that can be used for nothing else besides killing people…what am I supposed to do?
Ryuk: You became quite silent for a while now, what’s up?
Minoru: Nothing…it’s just that I’m the type of person who thinks everything through until I’ve found my own answer to the problem.
Ryuk: That’s my quiz king.
Page 25
Minoru: Ryuk, there’s two things I’d like to ask you.
Ryuk: Oh! What is it?
Minoru: So are there any other people who are able to see you, besides me?
Ryuk: …
Ryuk: I’m afraid so.
Page 26
Ryuk: The people who touched the notebook that I brought here last time should still be able to see me.
Minoru: You sure about that?
Ryuk: I guess so. People who’ve once owned the note but gave up their ownership wouldn’t be able to see me anymore, but people who’ve done nothing besides touching my notebook should be able to see me even now.
Minoru: …
Minoru: Well then, my next question…
Page 27
Minoru: So it says here that a Shinigami has to stick to the person who currently owns the notebook. How far are you able to go away from me?
Ryuk: Don’t ask me difficult things like this. I guess, uh, as long as I can still see where you are it should be fine, at least that makes sense.
Ryuk: No wait, I’d be able to see you even from the Shingami world, so…
Minoru: Get a grip and tell me how far exactly.
Ryuk: What am I supposed to do, there’s no exact regulation on how far I can go away from you.
Minoru: Then make one up.
Ryuk: …I’ll try.
Page 28:
Ryuk: How does 14 km in human world units sound?
Minoru: That’s fine.
Ryuk: From that distance I should still be able to distinguish the people around you and get back close to you immediately. So from now on, there should be no problem if I just decide on all the things the death note does not make clear.
Minoru: …
Minoru: Okay, I’ve decided.
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Minoru: Take the note back and come back again in 2 years. In 2 years I’ll actually use the note and feed you apples, I promise.
Ryuk: What? You want me to hold in my hunger for apples for 2 years?
Minoru: I don’t mind if you give the note to someone else during those 2 years though, so.
Ryuk: Got it. I’ll wait.
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Minoru: Okay, then. I’ll give up my ownership and give the notebook back to you.
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-Present time-
Minoru: That’s how it was back then right?
Ryuk: Yeah.
Ryuk: I held in my hunger for apples for 2 years.
Minoru: Uhh, okay, so…I’ll go with the plan I thought about 2 years ago after all.
Ryuk: Plan?
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Minoru: Just as planned, I’ll sell the notebook.
(*note: he’s using the same expression that Light used when he got back all his memories after capturing Higuchi)
Ryuk: Sell?!
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Minoru: I’ll put it on a net auction.
Ryuk: Don’t get me wrong, it sounds interesting, but…you’re the one who said they’ll find out immediately if you write something on the net nowadays?
Minoru: I won’t use the internet.
Minoru: That’s exactly why I asked you last time how far you are able to go away from me.
Ryuk: What?
Minoru: We said 14 km, right? Sakura TV is only 11 km away from here, so I’ll have you go there.
Ryuk: Eh?
Minoru: We’ll ask them for English…no wait, then I won’t be able to read it, let’s do everything in Japanese. We’ll use pens and paper from the TV station.
Ryuk: Eh, eh, eh??
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SINN NEWS XN
Newscaster: Good evening from News X. We’ll now present today’s news.
Piece of paper:
I’m selling Kira’s ability to kill people from the distance via auction. If you want to buy it, make a tweet using the hashtag #kiranochikara and propose a number in American dollars.
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People: Eh?
Eh?
What the hell is this?
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People:
-Selling Kira’s ability via auction?
-What the heck?
-Did they mistake the address?
-That Kira, are we talking about that Kira?
-He’s using Sakura TV again?
-What the hell is this pen?
Newscaster: I’m deeply sorry, please wait for a little while.
Newscaster: Explain this situation to me! And don’t touch that paper!
That paper is just floating around in the air…and saying something about Kira’s ability to kill people from far away!
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Newscaster: We, Sakura TV, are absolutely not involved in all of this, please understand. We do not know anything about the contents written on this paper.
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-At the police office-
*Ryuk showing the piece of paper*
*Matsuda standing up*  /bang/
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Matsuda: Deputy chief! Ryuk is back and he’s trying to sell the Death Note.
Deputy Chief: You mean the person who got it from Ryuk don’t you?
Matsuda: Ah, I see…yeah, probably.
Matsuda(?): I hope this is just a joke.
Ryuk *thinking*: 30 secondhave passed, so…*throws down piece of paper*
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-the next day-
-in school-
Person: Selling Kira’s ability? It just has to be some kind of joke.
Person: No matter if it’s that Sakura TV…bringing news like this is not okay.
Person: Hey, look. Not even one day has passed and people are already proposing over 3 million dollars for it.
Person: 300 dollars? That’s like billions in Japanese yen.
Person: There’s actually people who believe this?
Person: Such idiots.
Picture of Minoru looking out of the window/Person: If that really is Kira’s ability then even billions wouldn’t be enough though. I mean you can bring the whole world under your control with it.
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-in America-
Lester: L! There’s been news about Kira in Japan!
L: !
Ryuk: Oh, who do we have there?
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Near/L: It’s just another Shinigami replicate.
Near: I’m aware that its quite difficult but I’m working on a Shinigami authentication system right now.
Rester: …
Halle: But I thought only people who’ve touched the notebook can see the Shinigami?
Near: That’s why I said it’s quite difficult.
Near: So, let’s call this person who’s selling the notebook via net auction “Kira A“.
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30 Minute Experiment: Free Advice #30ME
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I’m guessing that this is gonna be the #30ME that gets me intro trouble, but I’ve promised myself that I wouldn’t slack off and neglect my dedication to writing 30 minutes every day about something other than movies (mostly) and this was just something that’s been on my mind lately. No, I will not be offering any free advice. If you’ve clicked on this link, your bank account has already been charged the $5 fee for reading my rambling. I’m joking...
Yeah, I’m kind of in a mood today. If we’re friends on Facebook, you already know about the mouse problem I’ve been having that seems to be getting worse as I continue to stockpile a non-existent pantry with dry food to make sure I always have something to eat just in case some of my old reliable food sources in the neighborhood close down again. Maybe I’ve mentioned in one of these about the deli that closed or the pizza places (most if not all of them), the dumpling place, the Chinese markets where I get lots of my supplies and food suff at relatively inexpensive prices. March and April really put me in a place where I needed to change how I deal with making sure I have food to eat since so many of the once reliable places around me were closed due to COVID.
I ended up ordering a lot of dry food from Amazon -- CLIF bars, ramen noodles, Pop-tarts, etc -- just so I’d always have a supply of food without having to spend an exorbitant amount of money to order take-out through Seamless/GrubHub, which can tack on around $10 or more for tax, tips, delivery charges, etc.
I’ll be the first to admit that some of my choices in food may not have been great, and I’m well aware that Pop-Tarts and ramen is not the healthiest diet, and I got a LOT of advice on what I should be eating instead. How I should be doing this or that or another thing... cooking my own meals, rather than having processed food, etc.
I’ve had a mouse problem in my apartment and building since I moved in and that’s just a part of living in my area of Chinatown where there are a lot of food trading places and restaurants including a couple right on the ground floor of the building. Many but not all of them have been closed over the last few weeks, so the mice need to find food somewhere... and here’s my apartment with boxes of dry food including mac and cheese, etc. Score!
Now mind you, I don’t have a real patnry and even my shelf space is limited so I ended up with boxes of food sitting on the floor between my very small fridge and my mostly unusable stove. The thing is that I live in a studio apartment where literally everything is in the front room so my bed is about five feet from the aforementioned stove/refrigerator.  
So when a mouse decides that my stockpile is open game for its own appetite, I’m usually the first person to know about it. Mice are very noisy creatures who do not care who hears them nibbling on any food they can get their annoying little teeth on. I’ve frequently noticed the path of their nibbling destruction after the fact when I find things they’ve left behind... oddly, they seem to like ketchup.
Anyway, I noticed a bit of their remains earlier in the week and last night when I was awake around 5 in the morning, I actually caught one mouse jumping out of a box of mac and cheese and when I peered inside, I noticed that it had gnawed a tiny hole at the bottom of one serving (these are the plastic cups I can cook in the microwave). So I ended up spending about 15 minutes rearranging everything to make it harder for the mice to get into stuff and eventually went back to sleep.
I mentioned this on my FB page and a few friends gave me some free advice on killing mice and maybe I’m just in a testy mood but I kind of felt like I had to finally say, “I’m not asking for advice” because over the past six weeks, I’ve been getting a lot of “free advice” on things even when I’m not asking for any. Believe me, when I need advice, I ask and appreciate any suggestions. 
But I feel like for some reason in this pandemic, everyone is throwing out free advice from relatives to elected officials and it’s getting to be a little much for me. Believe me, I don’t need to hear every ten minutes how to wash my hands, something that the city seems necessary to run as PSAs during every commercial break. 
I also know full well the limitations of my lifestyle and the fact that I live in a shitty apartment since that’s the only way I could afford to live in New York City. Believe me, I’d love to have a nicer apartment, job, etc. etc.  But a lot of people who are offering me free advice have no idea that maybe the way they live is not the way I’ve been forced to live.
But also, I’ve been dealing with the mice in this building for over two decades and I’ve killed HUNDREDS! If it was just a matter of getting some traps, I would have already done this but... and I’ve mentioned this before... all the places in my neighborhood where I usually would buy traps are closed... some permanently and long before the COVID outbreak.
Maybe I’m a little pissy today due to the sleep I lost from this one pesky little mouse -- I’ve gotten used to wearing earplugs at night due to other noises in my neighborhood so at least I’m not kept awake by their nibbling as I’ve been in the past. But people who know me should know that I tend to like to kvetch about things, and that doesn’t mean that I need to hear people’s opinions or advice on what I should do about things. I’m well aware of all my resources, maybe more than others are.
I know this might sound a bit ungracious since I do have so many friends and acquaintances who mean well, but I also have family always telling me how I should live my life, and there are just some days (like today) when I probably shouldn’t say anything because any responses to what I say are just gonna annoy me as much as the problem. 
So yeah, I guess today’s #30MinuteExperiment is a bit more ranty and rambling than I like to make these, but hey, if you’re already reading these, then you already know that you can probably expect any one of my ever changing moods depending on what I’m feeling when I set aside the 30 minutes to write this.  Part of this is just getting it out of my system rather than just getting snippy with friends, family or co-workers but I’m just getting so much “free advice” thrown at me from the news and talk shows and anyone who thinks they know best for others that it finally has gotten to be too much for me after almost two months of it. 
Maybe I’m getting a little antsy about what’s going to happen over the next two months as nothing seems to be getting resolved in terms of fixing the bigger problems but yeah, a situation like a mouse is kind of minor right now. It’s something I know how to deal with even if every so often (like today) I feel the need to kvetch about it or the sleep I lost wondering how much I’ll have to do to dissuade this pesky critter from getting into my food supply. Again, it’s very very minor... but things like this tend to get exacerbated by people trying to be helpful, so yeah, that’s where I’m at as of this writing. 
I have to write my prison-bound pen pal and I might as well get this out of the way since I know that a mouse would seem fairly minor compared to his own situation, but I guess I didn’t have anything else to write about today and didn’t want to shirk my credo to do 30 minutes of straight writing. Thankfully, I only have a few minutes left of this #30Me which probably should be retitled “Free AdMICE” (ha ha) since I spent most of it talking about this one mouse, who I may actually name soon if I’m stuck in this tiny apartment for two more months with it.  Believe me, having vermin getting into my food supply with everything else going on in the world isn’t great but it’s also the least of my ever-growing concerns.
Anyway, i end today’s #30ME with this last bit of free advice... if you ever get the crazy idea to write for 30 minutes straight about any given topic and you decide to keep doing it, regardless of anyone is writing what you’re writing or not... don’t do it! 
That’s my free advice. 
Hopefully I’ll have a better topic and be in a better mood tomorrow. :)
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I wrote this when I found out how my little brothers gf back-stabbed him again after death ( I remember him crying about it when he was alive but him and my sister hush hushed about it and kept it from me because they knew I'd have some major truth to speak about that all and my fam' love to stay in toxic relationships so they support sticking with them and I would've told him to sober up and will find a better girl that can both have a happy future together who both build each other up and help each other grow each day)
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"Word of advice if your boyfriend dies don't claim you loved them and then f**k his best friend, hasn't even been a year since he passed... the amount of disrespect, grimes both of you, rolling in his graveeeeee, what a BACKSTABB, my poor baby brother dealing with all these fakes holy f**kkkkk.. hope you both enjoy the karma coming your way and little s**t you ain't my brothers best friend you're a f*****g dirty disgusting snake , ugly little f*****g trolls
Guilty like how you punched my mom? Yeah you're fake as f**k troll he would have never married you you're a joke a dirty hood rat who punched "the love of their life's" mom and cheat on them with their boyfriend's best friend who hooked up with his own eldest sister (not me) while alive, you all stabbed him in the back and broke his heart and now look you're laying in his best friends bed saying how you miss my brother, what a lying tramp
 Where were you when he finally went to therapy after I pushed him to go with my post? Huh? I said I'd have no part in any of it as in partying around him while he needs sober support and enabling him, No support from his "soul mate" you go party while he needed the support "from the love of his life" he went above and beyond and you stoop to this level of punching his mom and hooking-up with his best friend who's d**k been in his older sister lmfao nasty all of you, you left him to die all alone you and that wannabe trying to act like my brother deserve each other troll faces ugly c**ts going no where in life lmfao and they saying I'm disrespectful I'd never stoop to your low life levels absolutely hoodrat hillybilly Jerry folk'n springer s**t here"
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I'm in the wrong with how I went about it because I got heated knowing he would be in an uproar if this was going on while he was alive and the fact that they're doing that after he passes is even more of a back-stab, anyone who disagrees thinks backwards, has no empathy and never truly loved someone, I was wrong with the name calling and such but they are wrong with their disgraceful actions, claiming he was the love of her life yet you didn't help support him become sober and then not even a few months after passing you can so easily move on with HIS best friend who slept with HIS eldest sister (His best friend is a double backstabber, all are in the wrong here! & They all crushed his heart)
 If someone I dated passed away I wouldn't be able to be sexually active or move on for at least a year and if I claimed it was the love of my life whom I supposedly would become married to I defiantly wouldn't even be thinking about spreading my legs for at least 3-7 years, true love.
If you don't see what's wrong with dating people your fam dated or best friend dated then go enjoy being raunchy on jerry springer cause you don't think straight or know what real compassionate love is , million people in the world no reason to be involved with anyone your fam or best friend is with, foullllllllllll.
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Do not go put your 2 cents of how you think I'm wrong with this, I don't care what any backward thinkers have to say to defend this, it's wrong and I hope you enjoy your karma you filthy animals. (:  (If anyone wants to debate this calmly send an answer // question and we can all debate because I have 12 page's worth of reasons why it's morally disgusting... and a backstab..)
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On my brother's birthday they threw a party for him, his girlfriend in the lap of his bestfriend in the hot-tub.. (not even a year past since his passing and they already got together, getting together with someone's best friend behind their back is low, but at least they can get over their wh**e of an ex and loser ex bestfriend and move on but no it's even lower when you do it after their pass, because their spirit watches over this foul play.. Selfish. Sinful. Repulsive... ) if they really cared they would have celebrated SOBER for him because he was trying to sober and go down a more positive path towards the future he was starting to grasp in his dreams or all got together to light incents at his grave and actually spend time with him, no instead they all party and get wasted, drugs, alcohol, the vices that dragged him down, do you think if he was present in spirit he would have enjoyed seeing this all? No.. he would have rather enjoyed them all in nature, sober and sharing fun memories about him over a camp fire but no one really thinks what others want they just use others to do what they want, people who party after someone passes are the most selfish of all, so disrespectful, that's not celebrating their life, celebrate their life by cleaning a beach in their name or go to a soup kitchen together and help others, or i don't know, actually all spend time at his grave with him? No, instead they throw a party full of vices that drag the soul down and didn't support growth of his soul.. I was surprised when I was told about the party, all of his 'friends' hanging out again, sounds like such a fun idea, like something kids would do... They say he would have been all about them dancing in his honor but clearly no one fully understood him.. I see that as clear as day now, just look at them, they must all be so very close all this time later, to party but not have been there for his sobering up when he was alive ( I was caged in a room, they're supposed to be his friends, those to lean on and I can't list a hand full of fingers of anyone who helped him through it and build him up..) My Anthony.. he must be very jealous, the fun goes on with or without him.. They talk about how it's going to make him happy but really my little brother's just a good excuse for them to do whatever they want... Anthony's gone! Okay? He's dead and gone but here they all are, so 'grown up' full of life.. Why... When he died everyone left him all alone, after he passed they gave his phone away those who have possessed it read his inner thoughts and fb posts, they read his messages, his posts, that's all he got, he's frozen in time forever he's the only one, time stopped for him that day, just him, the rest of his friends get the chance to grow up but not Anthony why was he the one who had to die, why is he dead and everyone else is fine...?
 You have no right to insult my little brother I won't allow you to do that ..
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21, 28, and 62 :) and also 40 because i'm curious now!
21. from the ages of like 3-6 i was obsessed with dinosaurs lol. i could name like every single type, knew tons of random facts, watched documentaries about them, and had little models of the different kinds. my dream job was to be a paleontologist!
28. “dear prudence” by the beatles, “nothing special” by tiffi, “i wanna get better” by bleachers, “in the backseat” by arcade fire, and “hang your heart” by tokyo police club
62. hatori sohma (there are other FB characters too but lately i’ve found i have a lot of similarities to him and i’ll limit it to 1 to keep it interesting lol), peggy olson from mad men, hermione granger from harry potter, ben wyatt from parks and rec, pearl from steven universe, willow rosenberg from buffy the vampire slayer, and elena alvarez from one day at a time
OK NUMBER 40 HERE WE GO: so a few years ago, when i was a freshman at my university, there was another guy in my year named nick fuentes. my freshman year also happened to take place at the same time as the 2016 presidential election. fuentes, as it turns out, was a really big trump supporter. this is not common at my school, we are for the most part quite liberal. so, this meant that fuentes got a lot of attention. but he WANTED the attention. he showed up to rallies to counter-protest and spew hatred, made videos with very far right viewpoints, and showed up to the election night viewing with waving around a huge trump flag while wearing his maga hat. anyway, he really became a big thing following the election. like he gained notoriety. he actually became a meme on our school’s facebook meme page because none of us could stand him, and started getting coverage by legit news sources for all the awful shit he said. i’m not joking. anyway, he left the school at some point in my sophomore or junior year and transferred somewhere else. after he left, he was still notorious for being an asshat, and we all kept up with what he was doing. this is perhaps the most hilarious thing to ever happen:
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the-fiction-witch · 5 years
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The time has come ... For a little
Real life story time
This post is going to feature two stories from our real life's that... We have both decided to finally tell to all of you.
Warnings : sadness, rape, self harm, and many other horrible things
Amber's story:
I have decided to tell this story as a bit of an insight perhaps into how I got the way I am, how I turned what was a horrible experience into fuel to create and become better as a person, because I realized with our little baby on the way it's time I stop letting this thing that happened have so much power over me and if I share it with you all, it has no power to hurt me anymore.
Okay, here we go...
This takes place when I was 13, the year was 2014 and it was January, I had been back at school maybe two or three weeks from the Xmas break when I had been away with visiting family and over the break I had put on a little extra weight and when I was 13 I was still like waiting for a growth spurt so I was kinda short and chubby. Important to not for the story I was a massive theatre kid mostly musical theatre, I was in every school production they ran. Now it's probably a good thing to mention Tommy we where not a couple we had been best friends all though primary school and where still bffs... We where at the point looking back at it, we both kinda liked each other but we where at the age where we didn't realize it yet, it was kinda like the hugs we did since childhood lasted that little bit longer, the coming over to someone's house has a much more ... Kinda romantic energy like before ohh Tommy's coming over cool, now it was ohh Tommy's coming over I should have a bath and out a dress on and we didn't quite realize here that we liked each other.
And what happened was, these boys I can remember each and everyone of them there where three I will use there real names because fuck it I'm not afraid to!
Daniel, Lewis and Harry but for simplicity we will call them the trio
Now they had picked on me since day one of secondary school / highschool, for anything my weight my looks my voice everything... But they way they did that was, to compliment me, funny I know? The world compliment me in a way that you knew it was a joke you knew they where taking the Mick and I had ignored them, until this day.
I was in the drama department it was me, Tommy and our friend James and we where just kinda messing around, my teacher had asked me to clean out the prop room and sort the costume rails for the production of bugsy Malone we where doing at the time and as I was the theatre kid of that year she asked me and Tommy and James both took drama but they did set drama so they where on the production as stage hands and I, Tommy and James we where just kinda messing around taking pictures with funny props and costumes while we where working when we heard the door so looked busy thinking of a teacher had come in but...it wasn't it was the trio
We where all kinda confused because... Like what are you guys doing here? Like what do you want? And they said
"Mr ----(I blanked out the teachers names for privacy) said he needs to talk to Tommy and James about some lighting yells"
So we went ohh Okay and Tommy and James both left and didn't think much about it, I had been sorting the costume rails maybe ten minutes and I noticed like laughing like hushed laughed and I looked and noticed the Harry had put his phone in the end of a prop sword and was filming up my skirt I kicked off and starting yelled and trying to get his phone from him telling them how gross and horrible that was and I remember Daniel who was kinda the leader of the trio told me
"ohh well your always flashing It we wanted a picture"
I of course completely go crazy trying To to hit them and break there phone's I was so angry! And while I was trying to fight somehow the other boys got my arms and Daniel who wasn't holding me told me I was pretty and that they where just joking around like 'ohh the camera wasn't on you freak'
And I remember he told me... 'well you where with Tommy and James so us three shouldn't be a problem it's just one more person to have a turn'
And I didn't know at the time being a little 13 year old didn't understand... What they meant, I do now.
Each of them had there turn with me even if I screamed and kicked and cried all the while one off them would be filming it like passing the phone from each person as they swapped between holding me and being behind me.
And that's how official speaking I lost my virginity.
When they left me there I burried myself in the prop room for ages until James and Tommy got back being like
"we couldn't find Mr----- anywhere when we did he said it was bullshit he didn't need to talk to them"
And I was still crying and tramatised by what had just happened but I didn't tell them I didn't tell anyone about what happened. And my class after that which I did go too still sniffling and just destroyed because of what happened it was English and... I was failing English because I was a terrible speller my handwriting was awful, but the only thing I liked was creative writing just because I liked to make up stories and make up people and I went in and I love this teacher miss Jones loved her to bits because she didn't give a Shit about my spelling my handwriting she just liked me to be involved, as well as being a thertre kid so I was always happy to like read parts when we read books in class, but today was a creative writing lesson and... I remember just sitting there and thinking to myself looking at this blank page like
"how can I write something down given what I have just been thought not even an hour after it"
And I realized, I could take my pain and my sadness and make it creative and I wrote a story about a girl who just wanted to run away from the world and yet every time she ran something she didn't know what would force her back pull her back and it was how she had to go back and find whatever it was pulling her so she could be free and run away, and I read it in class and... Other students where in tears my teacher was in tears, and a week later my teachers made me stand up and read my story infront of my whole year and all there treachers too I even won a creative award for it and... Still as far as I have been told my story from that day still sits on the wall in the English corridor of my school. And I think maybe a few weeks later I got a new Tumblr and I called it whatifwecouldbecomefiction and posted my First story on this site.
I don't know if it's right to say but, in some ways I'm happy about it, it was horrible and some nights it still haunts me but, if I had been happy just coming from being so happy with my Freinds would I be where I am now would I have become the writer I am?
It still hurts but now everyone knows it can't hurt me anymore.
Okay... Tommy's turn.
Thanks honeybug... Now let's get ready for the second horrible show.
Tommy's story
I was sixteen we where in our last year of school and we where in the revision before exams started. I was a .... Ummm horny 16 year old boy, like seriously I had to like wear boxers two sizes to small in the hope it would keep the Bonner I knew I would be getting at school down and away from it like being obvious, and I really really really really really really really liked amber, but... It was a no go because I thought I was deep in the Freind Zone you know we had been bff for over ten years at this point, I was in love but thought no way never gonna happen she's not going to be into me, so I had a kinda second choice girl ... For the sake of her privacy let's call her Lucy she was like your classic, pretty in pick popular girl like a mean girls popular kid, long blonde hair she was cute kinda dumb but cute, anyway I delevoped a little bit of a thing for her obviously my heart was still like amber we love her so much, but... Uhh my dick was kinda like well we will take whatever we can get and we could have that right now soo let's try with that
And one day while we where just chilling I got a FB request from lucy I accepted happily and sort of began like the sort of flirty pokeing and liking on FB for about a month then I got a FB message on messenger from her saying stuff like
Ohh your cute
And we should really chat more
And so I was sort of on the chatting up swing with her and one night she asks me to send her a pic, now I'm not gonna beat around the bush here, I did as she asked and send her little a pic of me in bed shirtless trying to look sexy, she sent like a pic back of her boobs in a tight Shirt and obviously 16 year old Tommy was... Excited and I had a moped and I was like yeah I am totally in she aanyme over I can be over in like give minutes my parents are out you know stars align kinda luck here, this went on for a couple hours of sending pics and little videos back and forth with each other, for examples I sent like pics of me naked, of just my dick, videos of me jerking off, videos with like sounds of like me moaning and stuff like groaning her name and stuff like that because you know that's what she wanted and I got kinda equivalent back I did notice T first the videos didn't have sound which I fought was odd but she said ohh well my mic is broken on my phone and we'll... Little horny Tommy went along with it all anything she wanted and then I noticed a picture she sent me she had sent before like the exact same picture and I asked ohh this is like the same pic
And she deleted it and replaced it which confused me a little and I suddenly realized all the photos where from a gallery not from like taking it and sending it I asked but go nothing back for a few hours it's like really really late now like 1 or 2 am and I started to panic and amber texts me out of the blue and asks
"Tommy I just got like a picture of you, sent to me from an unknown account"
And I looked and it was the picture I took of me in my bathroom mirror naked but like below my hips where cut off in the pic so they had made I so you couldn't see I didn't know what to really do so I deleted like all of my photos I sent all the videos I sent but then Lucy send me a link and I clicked it and it was a live stream that had been posted on all our schools years group chats all the pages send to everyones phones and the stream was a video of all the texts and stuff I had been sending to Lucy been screenshotted all the pics I sent, I was crying at this point and as the stream went on it had the videos in too.
In that moment knowing everyone in my school year had pretty much just seen me naked and touching myself I shut down completely I deleted all my social media blocked pretty much everyone I couldn't from my phone and just took like a week of school because I convinced mum I was sick so I didn't have to go in. I kept getting messages though still from people laughing at me and making fun of me and calling me gross and awful and in my digging I found out the account I had been talking with was fake that Lucy's ex boyfriend had made it using her pics she sent him to basically try to prank people and I fell for it. And he now has all of this stuff of me and he was sending it around to like all the girls in my year all the people we all knew.
I had to go in to school at some point obviously because exam's where coming so I had to go in and everyone just looked at me
like I was a whore,
And everyone called me names and took the piss out of me people like looked me up and down like a stripper and obviously where like showing there Freinds stuff on there phone's and I just tried to run away from everyone I skipped three classes just hidden away behind the out building in just tears and I got sent some messages that basically said
You have to give us money or do our work for us or else... We are making physical copies of the pictures and posting them around school, we will send them to your family in the post, we will send them all to the real Lucy that you like and to amber because we know you have thing for her to
Basically blackmailing me because... What choice did I have they knew where I lived and they had all the pictures and videos they could destroy my whole life if I didn't do as they asked so.
I went home and transfer all the Money I had saved up from my little job that I had been saving for a car and I gave all of it to them. Which was around 300 to 400 pounds
And they messaged me back and said Okay we have taken it down, but now... If you want us to keep our mouths shut about it and clear like the live stream the group chat stuff we need insurance that I'll Keep paying them
So I was like well I've just given you everything I have what more can I do here and I was in again just compele tears at this point and they said they wanted me to go over to one of there houses and basically do photos they wanted to make sure I wouldn't stop paying them because these would be like a million times worse.
And like an idiot I went along with them and did what they wanted me to and these where like, not just ohh embarrassing look a bonner or anything like the first ones there where like if one of these go posted somewhere I would have to like move country I would have my life compeletly destroyed if anyone found out about them.
And I kept slipping school and paying them basically all my work money like my full paycheck went to them as soon as I got it and if it was late they would start like threatening to post them and I had to convince them it was my boss being late and I would have to send them more stuff so they would trust me.
Till one day amber came over and I had been avoiding amber like a plague I didn't want to see her or talk with her just because I was so scared she had seen the stuff and she came over my mum let her in and she came up to my room and I knew she had seen I could just tell by her face and the fact she was looking away from me like avoiding eye contact with me as she was asking how I was with it all I compeletly lied to her and said i was fine, problem was as you can probably guess amber knows me better then that, she knows when I love to her
And I just broke down crying into her arms as we sat up in my room just about everything that had happened and I explained to her everything that happened from my perspective, and I told her about the money and the pictures they made me take at there place just compeletly opened Pandora's box just told her everything her first suggestion was to go to the police I actually love the way she said it too
"does school know?"
"what the hell do they care" "they won't do anything"
"then go over them, Police, a lawyer, a assasin"
It just makes me laugh how she tried to cheer me up when I was just in such a bad place
We went to the police got it all sorted out. And I actually told amber how I felt about her and... Well the rest is history I guess. And still you know this is the only social media I have that I share with amber because I am just terrified of it, and why I don't think I will ever so a face reveal just because I know somewhere on the internet those pictures are still floating around I know they are I've seen them a couple times, and I'm terrified someone will recognise me, which is part of why as much as it broke my heart I moved away from amber for uni because I just wanted to go somewhere where knowone knee about what happened .
And that's our little stories about the horrible things that have happened to us, I think having told it to you guys makes me feel so much better I can tell we both feel better for telling the stories rather then keeping them as this big secret, and now hopefully having been together so long and now with our little baby on the way, we can both kinds say yeah Shi happened but it's behind us both now and we have a great future to look forward to with little melody.
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mrjerkyle-blog · 5 years
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here we go
Srap metal SM, smile, shrude manager mathew sixteen MS, matako small, sweet, rabi, rap moi, music, christo, scrapy lil, tribe of levi tol as jeshuran, nuts, mad, insane, shoes, joshua, shoot, smoke, jamesianda, jest as joke- mfalme wa yawhodi- hooliganism.
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100033757327731&sk=allactivity&privacy_source=activity_log_top_menu My facebook a/c name is Yuyamathijs Yoshida, get to see this wow and amazing invention, this is much more of a honor to you than to me personally. Me kevin I have never been to the USA, the greencard on my facebook belongs to kevin sumba ks, i just omitted the name sumba and replaced it with nelson mondy using computer program using an IT specialist. There is no evidence as there is no evidence of blood grouping, dna, rna, BMI and fingerprints. I just wanted to became rich by saying NMSU and WSU universities had my money gotten from 2goinvoice.com. My friends i have just been to rwanda and visited canada 4 one months. Being in the USA was just a hoax to gain reputation. If you call jail mates they wont recognize me coz i have lost almost half of my body weight. I dont want to be in a country which uses money loundring tectnics to build by promoting violence in other nations then they loot and since they own those scrap metal dealarship they sell back these gates, doors, windows expensively in the aftermath. Am better off this way coz i have found new way to live which is very simple. I a nutshell i have simplify my life- a friend is helping me put this down. Planes are identified since they got blinking light, under see let the pilot switch them off. Blinking at night BAN, labantu, burn- king of the jew. Blinking light BL, big, black lips, blasphemy, blonde. Am going to buy electric motor, dynamore and stator but hang them outside and let us sit on a round table discuss how big bodied people will pull them down and read the pictures from the internet on how to generate power then make these things the same way i was kidnaped and jacob okota, kadogo, tot, adrian and manuel went to the cyber downloaded the same and gave me in my being idle and i had to go through them and when i went to shower they took them oblivious of the fact the they were from the internet. They went to cybers in kisii town. So they were very jubiliant, the kisiis, luo and luya dat a man becames more intuitive when he is custody just like malcom x was. I mean they can think better. click these links and get my full picture and then rest raila tell him to remove the shoe and we check the toe by removing his shoes. He got missing toe-king of the jew and got bewitching gap on the upper teeth. https://www.youtube.com/channel/ UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6nXosOCjQg https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/videos https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/playlists https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TLKL0R0blg https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCucc0S0FPy1Wc1u42ogoCLw https://www.youtube.com/feed/history https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnrzZOsnF1NlXS_hVIrI2RA https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiDF_uaU1V00dAc8ddKvNxA Divasgram https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC45A1vBWhpP5cSEj2mwPB2w https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC45A1vBWhpP5cSEj2mwPB2w/feed?activity_view=1 Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpMAuixsQZA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfTylJKQOeg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/user/Roobert33 click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. Copy paste links dat starts with https, you can put them in google bar and then you submit to see the real and full information. Under search the web category or search with google or enter address option. see how power is produced using a motor and a generator stater https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/photos This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor: https://web.facebook.com/gilbert.ombeva… http://www.bullishtrade.com/ If you want to remove your phone number in facebook as the recovery option your scrol down your fb page on your phone, then click privacy and setting icon then click personal information bar pi, then click remove phone number then it will signal you, cant do that b4 you add a new phone no or an email address. If you add a new email address which was closed by google a long time that if you log in it shows you that google cant recognise it or if you go back to your fb a/c and you delete dat a/c to service then you can log into dat a/c using the password alone- mfalme wa yawhodi- which if you forget dat passcord you can neither send a cord to dat phone no or recovery email option. You will never get into dat a/c again but if you open a new fb a/c and you input your former fb name then you can only be able to see your profile nothing else. Shame to mark zukerbag, dat what he ope to invest in and tell people in print or when he visit your city not going to a restaurant well be4 lunchtime as early enough. With me i open my fb a/c using the phone no and friend pretend you are me and log into fb using my phone no 0718465053 and then on the password option input camelzebra or just guess eny passcord lets say amomollo or anything and log in. It will tell you dat the password dat you’ve entered is incorect, forgotten password? Then click on recover your a/c- worker parable then it will show you the options to recover. At this time is when you came to tell if a person got one recovery option with the number or email or non if he used email not number to open the fb A/C. Dont follow with a panga at night running doing your back like a snake who has been hitten with a big stone or i took part of your loaf, sima or meat stew. When recovery is email then when is deleted you cant as well recover dat a/c. You can check dat email with opening a gmail a/c and do the same as i did above with fb to also check on the recovery options under it and try to recover it which if you cant as well you cant log into dat fb a/c again. The woman of status quo were shouting crucify him cause he was letting every tom harry and dick to know how to access money from www.2goinvoice.com- Go and dont tell anyone- goat and sheep parable. The woman of class as rome was also built very fast as in a day- Rd to emaus. Drinking king of the jew the hebrew who loved local brew and had hips crucified him thinking he was the leader of philipins as godliath who devid 4 devol killed, lia is cry-est in swahili, yath is medication or a tree as the log cryst carried to Calvary on his back. Godliath could drink water and drink, the jew thought he was luo by translating what he said as the luo can hurle you down using a magic stick as yath by pointing at you but the bible says he was killed using a sling but big kev says david has a fried who hid who helped him kill goliath using a silencer gun.
  yeye ni msichana ma, anawipe rasa na tissue soft mseya kama dem, hata chacho live anasema chali ni kukuwa hardcore, yaani yeye inafa awipe rasa na stone ama paper ya simiti or box hiyo ndimo kuwa chali
beautie bro, niwachie bwana umepumpu sana, echwido ha-enya bwana,jawuolo  ni
Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpMAuixsQZA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfTylJKQOeg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h41oenbUGsE https://www.youtube.com/user/Roobert33
Babe its coming, inacome, inakuja,nikey wahi hiii hii hiii. Toka kev, you overstay, get off me dude, its enough for the night in a murmuring voice the wife cries. She pretends like she hates me during the day but at night she fully submits tome, gave me utmost respect as am feeling her below she gives in to cry like a little baby, as if someone is tickling her. Malachi, mark, mathew, micah five or four MF matako fat, flat, mfenesianda, matako french, finish, mfinish etc. Malaki nne MN mama nelson, minaj nikey, mt nebo, minesota, matako nelson, mt nebal, mind nelson, mind ndogo, small mind SM shrude manager, scrap metal pays as a dealer dude. Amos five, four AF, raf, baf, rough not soft, half as nusu, yesus, afwande- mfalme wa yawhodi, omondi, modi, division. Half, hunger, hungary, nuts, nutychus, police as afwande, insanelson, mad as matope. Kichwa pungwani kp kenyatta presidency, king peter kenneth pilore, kevin piem, pier etc. Sophy why is kevin crying ask denis? He tells me that his thing is telling him according to his conversation with it that it desires knowls or a Robinson and her like but they havent given in yet or seems like not giving in. Mbolo yake eti inamshow. Revelation FIve or four RF-l, rasa fat, rasa french, finish- the root of david at that time, root of david ROD, rod is dickevin, dictator, dictatorodinga, rasa flat. Denis, Eunice, penincilineco etc Ongili sayin kevin it seems he is hitting that thing thouroughly, maybe from below  not from up the way mochanda is giving in to cry. My friends, he is feeling that thing wholeheartedly with whole his thing. Amani anasema anachimba wasee, anaikakamuwa, hachezi, he feels it without hesitation without second thought that leaves the woman with her screeming or shouting for her. Amonelson saying in local dialect LD, jowadwa omudo gir nyako no, owinje jowa etc Get me at this email and check them in the email trying login with wrong password. [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Email address ea, east africah, tea, seal, real. He looks at me as if he is poor, depressed, impressed rather or be-rived niki insinuating, stop that doc!!! If i found someone with my girl, i swear am going to couse commotion, quagmire, mayhem, fracas, standstill, i mean its gonna be a go-slow- i bet this. This mango knowls is too delicious TD and extra-sweet as if you are feeling a woman below/inside. Let them still look for identity crisis ic, as if they are ugly or looking for belonging/respect- let them have infiriority complex ic with me am going to ocenia or Europe, continue calling yourself nigros but with me am not. My ways arent your ways because am not a nigro- if you are one better know am not so leave me alone and mind your business. I hate the sickening charactor of a male nigro MN. Life is like a tale told by an idiot full of sound and furry , and is played over and over again with little changes in costume and scenery yet signifying nothing.“shakespear william SW-ag” David was chaldean and norwegian as much as jew from the lion of judah tribe, so the jew will rise again economically. The oil producing nations prided themselves like nigerian with her movies or peque before humbling down HD. The Electric generating gadget envision by kevinelson with other deceased fellow fully eliminates oil/gas powered machines, So this one are the jew family jf will capitolise to corect the vice- rice economically RE, red, siren gas, kalarenegade etc Usher saying it seems his thing is well being grinded by the pussy/vagina. Collins stands in disgust saying its not that way maybe the ladys vagina is the one being grinded or rubbed by his penis, get it from who is in deep cry or murmuring. Ongilin saying in local dialect LD nyathino winjo nyakono, gire dango nyim nyako no bwanaAmani saying anamkata kweli kweli wasee ni kama kwamba hiyo senye ni yake bwana dueting with jemo. Click this link in blue guys—  dj carlos cold heart medlley
               mrmonde                hehe            
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWM3kDT2pwc
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1-140 (anything you haven't answered already) - Felix
Oh, hello! Thanks for the ask!! 💕
3 fears - Spiders (I get frightened when I think about them) heights (slightly) and the public (anything like murder, kidnapped, ya know stupid people)
 3 Things I love - Music, Idols, and animals
 2 Turns on - ig Hats (like snapbacks) and glasses
 2 Turns off - oof I don’t really know.. ig self absorbed or a fudge boy
 My best friend - C: @straykids-sk (wuv you)
 How tall am I - 5′2
 What do I miss right now - My cat that passed away :c (her name was P.J)
 Favourite color - Blue, red, and sometimes green
 Do I have a crush - no not really
 Favourite place - my home
 What am I listening to right now - theres a website called asoftmurmur.com and it has noises like rain or waves and stuff like that
 Shoe size - pretty sure 10 in US womens
 Eye color - brown
 Hair color - light-ish brown
 Meaning behind my URL - I chose Felix cause hes my bias wrecker and hes angelic C:
 Favourite song - Theres like a million but 5SOS’s She Looks So Perfect wil always be a favorite (idk why)
 Favourite band - Ill just chose Stray Kids cause I don’t wanna write them all out
 How I feel right now - kinda tired but ig ok
 Someone I love - Ill say my best fren Georgia (@straykids-sk) cause i wuv her
 My current relationship status - single and i kinda wanna stay that way for a while
  My relationship with my parents - We all live in the same house and its just us (I have one other sister but she moved out. But shes here a lot tho) and we all get along well
 Favorite season - probably Spring c:
 Tattoos and piercing I have - none and I don’t really want any
 Tattoos and piercing I want - ^^^
The reasons I joined Tumblr - Georgia wanted me to and I thought it would be fun (I was right c:)
 Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - no :/
 Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - oh heel no she my best fren I would never
 How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - when I have school like 20 minutes at max
 Have you shaved your legs in the past three days? - I did today
 Where am I right now? - at my house on my laptop c:
 Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - reasonable level cause I’ve always had ear problems and they are sensitive (even tho I always have my earbuds in)
 Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - yup
 Am I excited for anything? - not that I can think of no
 Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - nope :/
 How often do I wear a fake smile? - not THAT often
 If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - oooof I don’t think I could answer that question
 What do I think about most? - probably k-pop
 Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Definitely behind
 What was the last lie I told? - It was kinda a joke but “i’ll do it because im the good child”
 Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Eh depends on who it is but facetiming/video chatting
 Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - ghosts kinda and aliens, I mean sure we’ve barely discovered space, who knows whats out there
 Do I believe in magic? - sometimes yeah
 Do I believe in luck? - I mean yeah
 What’s the weather like right now?- theres nothing really going on
 What was the last book I’ve read? - uhhhhhh fully on my own (not in class)? The Maze Runner Scorch Trials
 Do I have any nicknames? - Kassadoodle, Kassidilla, Kassy
 Do I spend money or save it? - I’m trying to save as much as I can rn in my little money jar c:
 Can I touch my nose with a tounge? - nah
 Favourite animal? - Lions and Fennec Foxes
 What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - uhhh im pretty sure saying goodbye to Georgia on video chat
 What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - oo um I cant really think of one rn :/
 What is my favorite word? - yeet
 My top 5 blogs on tumblr (not in any order)
@honeylixs
@zoxsu
@tinyfigureskater
@stray-kids-dork
@straykidsmate
 If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - I probably wouldn’t say anything cause im shy and afraid people would judge me on what I say c:
 Do I have any relatives in jail? -not that I know of
What is my current desktop picture? - a pic of Bts
Had sex? Bought condoms? Gotten pregnant? Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Had job? Smoked weed? Smoked cigarettes? Drank alcohol?
no to ALL those questions C:
Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - nope don’t think I could ever
Been overweight? - …
Been underweight? - no.
Gotten my heart broken? - nah
Been to prom? - nope
Been in airplane? - nope and I never want to really
Learned another language? - I take required (cause im one of the more intelligent kids in school. I know shocker right?) Spanish classes in school but im on summer break so I dont remember any c:
Wore make up?- nope
Dyed my hair? - nope
Had a surgery? - plenty of ear surgery and had my tonsils removed
Met someone famous? - nope
Stalked someone on a social network? - nope
Been fishing? - no but my dad has always wanted to take me and it sounds kinda fun
Been rejected by a crush? - nope never really had one and if I did I would never have the guts
What do I want for birthday? - ooo idk but i have to wait till next year anyway cause its already passed
Do I like my handwriting? - sometimes when my hand cooperates
Where do I want to live when older? - with my girl Georgia
Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? - nope ima good child (yeah ok suuureee)
What I’m really bad at - running :/
What my greatest achievments are - managing to keep straight A’s and I dont even study cause im online so
The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me - “u bird cage” - Georgia c;
What I’d do if I won in a lottery - ooooooooof idk
What do I like about myself - uhhhhh heh ig my hair or eyes/eyelashes
My closest Tumblr friend - Georgia (yes I do know her irl but shes honestly the closet tumblr friend I have so)
Any question you’d like? - hmm idk
Are you outgoing or shy? - definitely shy, unless with people im close to then quite crazy
What kind of people are you attracted to? - funny, cute and nice people
Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - hA no
Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - kinda
Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - oof idk
What does the most recent text that you sent say? “ohhhh no XDD” (sent to Georgia)
What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - (I already answered this question and don’t wanna answer again)
Do you like it when people play with your hair? - yes I love when freinds at school did (once we were watching a movie in Spanish and my friend next to me was playing with my hair and I almost fell asleep heh)
Do you think there is life on other planets? - totally
Do you like bubble baths? - I haven’t had one in forever
Do you like your neighbors? - only one cause I think im related to them somehow or they are to like my uncle
Where would you like to travel? - out of this hell hole country c:
Favorite part of your daily routine? - checking my tumblr and stanning talent
What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - stomach
What do you do when you wake up? - check my notifications on my phone
Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - I wish it was more tan than it is (im quite pale)
Do you ever want to get married? - yeah
If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yes but I hate pony tails so I never do it (I used to all the time as a kid)
Would you rather live without TV or music? - I rarely watch t.v anymore and listen to music almost all day so
Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - I mean yeah
What are your favorite stores to shop in? - I dont really have one for clothes but I do like Walmart
Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - I mean sometimes
Do you smile at strangers? - If the smile at me first yeah
Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - not that I can remember no
Ever wished you were someone else? - no (as much as I hate myself no)
Favorite makeup brand? - son;t wear any so I dont got one
Last thing you ate? - a Reese cup
Ever won a competition? For what? - not a big one I can remeber no
Ever been in love? - c:
Facebook or Twitter? - dont have a fb and i barely use twitter anymore but twitter
Twitter or Tumblr? - DEFINITELy tumblr
Are you watching tv right now? - i mean its always on for bg noise and light so ig so
What color are your towels? - all kinds of colors
Favorite ice cream flavor? - either Strawberry with out the strawberries or cookie dough
First person you talked to today? - my mom
Last person you talked to today? - Georgia
Name a person you hate? - C: theres too many
Name a person you love? - once again, theres too many
Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - C: theres too many
Do you tan a lot? - I barely go outside so thats a no
Have any pets? - too many
Do you type fast? - I mean kinda yeah
Do you regret anything from your past? - everything XD
Ever broken someone’s heart? - I highly doubt it
Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - C:
Is cheating ever okay? - hell no
Do you believe in true love? - I mean sure
What your zodiac sign? - Pisces
Do you believe in ghosts? - why is this question on here twice?
Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou) - “…but not at all overwhelming, the balance of the different fragrances was subtle and flawless.” Twilight - Breaking Dawn (Do NOt ask me why thats the closest book its not mine and ive never read it and i NEVER plan on it)
oof that took like two hours heh.. its now currently 2:18am. and im very tired
but thanks for the ask anyway love! Im sorry for the wait! I was busy today. But im probably going to go to bed now
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lazyneonrabbitt · 6 years
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New kids on the North side. [Pt.3]
Sweet Pea x Reader [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]
North and South merge within Riverdale High’s walls. What’s the worst that could happen?
Tuesday morning, 7am.
Your alarm went off and you were not ready to face the day.
You crawled out of bed and draped yourself over the sink to freshen up.
The cold water worked miracles and you managed to get dressed and go downstairs to grab breakfast and start your morning routine of checking your social media before leaving.
You started with a quick scroll through the Instagram posts and stories, checked Twitter for some news and went over yout notifications on Facebook.
To your surprise, your friend request to Sweet Pea was accepted not much after you went to bed and you had likes on posts and pictures from way down on your timeline. Seems you weren't the only one who did some snooping around on their study partner, you were just more subtle.
Now the two of tou were friends, his page showed a lot more posts and info and of course you couldn't resist the urge to scroll around for a bit to see what this boy was like below the snakey skin.
Most of the pictures on his page were of him and his friends at the Serpent bar and other places around the South side, mixed with the occasional music video or dumb joke.
His likes had a bunch of movies and different genres of music, some of which you recognised. There were also some games which you knew, only by name because you heard the boys talk about it from time to time.
When you reached the end of his list of likes, you realised you had been scrolling quite a while and was supposed to leave for school ten minutes ago.
You quickly put on your shoes and grabbed your bag from the table and made your way to school, making it to your first class just before the second bell and sat down at the only empty spot, next to a pink haired girl who greeted you with a smile.
You had seen her before, yesterday during your run-in with Sweet Pea. You returned the smile and grabbed your books as the teacher began discussing today's material.
You flipped your notebook to an empty page and began writing the most important things down when a hand got to your paper and scribbled something on the side.
'So you and Sweets huh♡' Toni wrote down with a knowing smirk on her face.
'???' -You
'Ur the only northsider on his FB ;)' -Toni
She obviously knew more since she spent most of her day after school with Sweet Pea at the Wyrm yesterday.
'We're only sudy partners..' -You
She softly giggled, which caused the teacher to look your way as a warning.
She grabbed her pen again and continued scribbling 'Sweets <3 Greenie' with hearts all around it.
You were sure you hadn't shared your name with her yet, so you assumed she just saw your nickname on facebook through that becoming friends with Sweet Pea post.
You rolled your eyes at her and continued on your notes and eventually your assigned homework until class was over.
Sweet Pea and Fangs shared their first and second class and spent most of the time texting back and forth.
Most of the conversation was Fangs teasing Sweet Pea about how unlike him it was to even think about sharing his contact info with a North sider. No matter how many times Sweets eould tell him it was only for school, Fangs would keep replying with typical flirty highschooler comments and jokes about you and him. He was lucky that he was his best friend and one of the two onky people who could dare to make these kind of jokes without risking at least serious injuries.
After a bit Sweet Pea started getting texts from Toni as well and sighed in defeat, put his phone in his bag and ignored the two for now.
Having made it through the first few classes,you made your way to the cafetaria and sat down with some of your friends. Some minutes later one of them mentioned towards a boy making his way to your table and sitting down on the empty spot next to you.
You barely payed him any attention as you were just gonna check your facebook notifications, which included two new friend requests. One from Toni, the pink haired girl from your first class, and one from, oh. The guy who is currently sitting next to you.
You put away your phone and gave him a questioning look at which he smiled in return.
"It seems my friend likes you." He said surprisingly friendly.
"I guess you mean Sweet Pea?" You simply replied while getting weird looks from everyone at your table. "He's okay I guess. I just hope he isn't a no-show, we're supposed to study later." He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he got up again and made his way to where his friends were seated and Toni was doing her best not to laugh too obvious while looking your way.
The rest of your lunch break passed quickly and you started making your way to your locker just before the bell rang.
You put your last books in your locker and closed the door. You hadn't turned around yet or Chuck was at your side again, locking you in place against the lockers and making his usual florty comment which your friends usually saved you from. But now they weren't there since you didn't share your next class with them. Ignoring Chuck's gross comments, you tried to shove him asay from you, without any succes since he was way stronger thsn you, obviously. You couldn't stand him and made it very clear tou weren't interested but that didn't stop him from getting as close as possible to you at amy possible moment.
You were desperately looking around the hallway hoping to spot a familiar face who could get you out of this jock's grasp, when a group of leather clad kids walked closer. They seemed to have spotted you as well and you gave them a look begging for help, gesturing at Chuck, who kept getting uncomfortably closer to your face, whispering whatever gross things he could come up with.
After Fangs had gotten back to his table, the lot of them went outside for a quick smoke before class. Fangs kapt teasing Sweet Pea about his study date but Toni, though she loved thr idea of Joining Fangs in his teasing, had to admit that Sweets was the one doing better than them when it came to actually getting schoolwork done. Things weren't the same as on the South side. Here they'd actually get in trouble if they didn't do their work.
When the bell rang, they started making their way back inside to their next class that they shared with their North side partners.
Toni spotted you from a distance closing your locker, followed by all the Chuck drama, nudged Sweet Pea and gestured your way.
By now all three of them were looking your way and saw your look asking for help.
Sweet Pea only rolled his eyes and sighed as Toni nudged him your way in an attempt to get him to help you, to which he responded with a quiet "Fine." and walked over to you.
He stood besides Chuck, casually pulling his arm away from you, grabbing your hand and almost dragging you away from him and into the classroom where Toni and Fangs were already waiting at the door, smiling at how he two of you were still basically holding hands despite the somewhat longer walk from your locker to the classroom.
There was also the fact that the two of you indeed just walked through the halls and into class like that, for everyone's eyes to see. Realising this you both quickly pulled back your hands and stepped away from each other, only to realise what class this was and letting out a defeated sigh, while the two other serpents were almost on the floor laughing about their badass leader being a complete softie around this North side girl.
You both went to your seats and didn't say a word until around half of the class and you really should start working together again to get this part of the project done.
"Thanks." You said quietly gaining his attention.
"Toni made me do it." He sinply replied while he glanced over your notes. "Can I see those? I don't get how you do this so quick." He mentioned at your notebook which you gladly handed over, turning to the page where the notes on this chapter started. He flicked through the pages of your notes and his textbook, looking between them with a puzzled look. He turned another page in your notes and raised his eyebrows looking at you, pointing at the edge of a loose paper between the pages.
You quickly snatched he paper away and stuffed it into your bag. "Toni wrote that." You said, not daring to look him in the eyes.
Not untill he giggled. Of all the amused sounds he could make, he giggled. Soft eniugh to go unnoticed, but loud enough for you to hear. "Yea Fangs and Toni did that to me too. Just ignore them." He said with a genuine smile on his face. You continued to chat about how Toni had been teasing you this morning and how Fangs had been texting Sweets all morning and Toni joining later as well.
You laughed to yourself, "I'm sorry for you, dude." you were so glad your friends had barely said a word about it all and mostly just minded their own business.
"Yea thanks." He started and leaned in a bit closer. "I don't think studying at Pop's is gonna be a great idea, though." He clearly meant with how Toni and Fangs were acting, there was a high chance they'd make time to stalk the two of you just to check if their best friend wasn't secretly going on dates with a North side girl. That would be the perfect thing to tease him about or bribe him with for years.
You agreed, "We can go to my place? There's snacks and food." you had already thought about just going to your place for all the school stuff since no one was ever home anyways so there wouldn't be any other people to bother.
By the time your little chat about the two other Serpents' matchmaking tactics ended and you had planned a new study location, class had ended and you both went your seperate ways again and went through your next class.
You had Vixen try-outs and Sweet Pea had a free period that he spent with Toni outside on one of the benches, smoking and talking. Well, being teased again, as usual.
"Toni just stop it." He said as he flicked his Cigarette bud away.
"Come on Sweets! You can't tell me you're seriously only hanging out with her to study. Tou never cared about studying!" She practically shouted over the parking lot.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her back down, hopefully also keeping her calm. "And what if I do like her?" He whispered. "In case you hadn't noticed yet, she's the only person besides Jughead who's treated us like normal people. Even the non-Serpent South side kids don't do that." He let go of her shoulders and turned away from her.
The two of them talked for quite a while, not noticing the bell had rang already.
Your class ended and you grabbed your stuff to go home. Walking outside you spotted Sweet Pea and Toni on the bench and walked over to them.
Toni greeted you, mostly to warm Sweets but also to be nice to probably the only girl who was gonna be able to help her when combining school and work was getting too much.
Sweet Pea quickly got his bad boy attitude back and greeted you looking very uninterested, you had already texted the details of your study locations to him so you said your goodbyes, quickly exchanging contact info with Toni and started walking home.
The other two staid behind for a while longer since Sweet Pea had his motorcycle and didn't want to arrive at your place before you.
Toni gave him a last encouraging pep talk and patted him on the back before he drove off, on his way to the first of many study dates.
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Phan Teacher AU (Part 3)
(Part One)
(Part Two)
It’s Friday evening, finally, and Dan is in his kitchen making pasta, reflecting on the ups and downs of his first week in his new job. He stirs the penne in the saucepan, staring down into the bubbles.
The pasta does not, unsurprisingly, provide him with any insightful comments. 
Being a TA is not as bad as he thought it would be, he eventually concludes, considering everything that’s happened to him at the school so far. The children don’t tease him like he feared they would; mostly they barely even register his existence. The faculty, whilst occasionally irritating or dull, are just normal people for the most part. It’s obvious that none of them are living their dreams, but aside from making them a little snarky, that doesn’t seem to matter to them. 
None of this applies to Phil, of course. 
Dan stops stirring pasta, the tips of his fingers tingling as a wave of admiration sweeps through his body. Phil Lester is an unexpected, but very welcome, perk of this job. 
Dan had never even considered the idea that he might develop a crush when he accepted this position. Teaching has never appealed to him, so he has never found teachers attractive in the past. But, as he mentioned to Phil on his first day, Phil is not like any other teacher that Dan has ever met. 
He switches the hob off, and finds a colander in one of the cupboards. It’s not his, obviously. Dan would never be organised enough to buy a household item as obscure as a colander, but his housemates won’t mind. Probably. 
He drains his pasta, and scoops it into a bowl, then mixes it with some pesto. He adds some chopped cherry tomatoes and a sprinkle of cheese, then takes the bowl through to his bedroom. 
He’s glad he has the house to himself tonight. His roommates are out on a date together, being an excruciatingly cute couple, as always. 
He blames the exhaustion of first week in a full time job when he climbs onto his bed to eat, opening up his laptop. Facebook is open where he left it this morning, and out of nowhere, Dan gets an idea. 
He pauses mid-chew, wondering if it would be crossing a line. 
Then, before he can think his way out of it, he clicks the search bar and types ‘Phil Lester’. 
A hundred Phil’s pop up at once. Dan scrolls through them, peering at the tiny display pictures, searching for dazzling blue eyes and a mop of jet black hair. 
He’s about to give up, but then he sees it. As soon as he notices Phil’s photo, he wonders how he could have missed it amongst the sea of other Phil Lester imposters. 
He clicks the image, heart speeding up a little. Phil’s profile fills the screen, and Dan’s eyes widen, skimming over the scant information like he’s trying to soak it all up at once. 
Phil Lester  [Image]
Intro:
💼 History Teacher at Rawtenstall Secondary School 🎓 Studied History and Philosophy at University of York 🎓 Studied French History at Université Paris-Sorbonne  🏠 Lives in Rossendale, Lancashire, United Kingdom 🏠 Lived in Paris, France 🏠 Lived in York, UK 🏠 Lived in Manchester, UK 📍 From Rossendale  ❤️ Single
His eyes are drawn to the ‘relationship status’ part of his bio before he can stop them. Embarrassingly, he smiles into his pasta, as though it changed anything at all. 
His photo is the most distracting part of the whole page. Dan stares at it as he chews, taking advantage of the opportunity to study Phil’s immaculate face. There’s something different about the photo-Phil, Dan thinks, trying to work it out. Belatedly, he realises that he’s never seen Phil dressed in anything other than a shirt.
The Phil in this picture is wearing a t-shirt in vibrant blue, covered in rows of white stars. There’s a red hemline around the neck and short sleeves too. It looks a bit like he’s low-key cosplaying as Captain America on his off-day, but somehow it suits him. 
The picture-Phil is staring into the camera with that familiar intensity Dan recognises from the times he meets Phil’s gaze in real life. He’s smiling slightly, but it’s nothing compared to the way his beaming fills the classroom. 
He clicks the photo, unable to resist seeing Phil’s face larger on his screen. He really is rather unnervingly attractive, Dan thinks, staring unashamedly at the pixels doing their best to replicate the swirling galaxies of Phil’s blue eyes. 
He shovels more pasta into his mouth, sighing to himself. Just then, his phone buzzes. Reluctantly, Dan drags his eyes away from the screen, fishing it out of his pocket. 
18:54 Unknown Number Hey Dan! This is Phil (Mr Lester)
Dan chokes on a tomato. 
He reaches over to put his bowl of pasta on the bedside table, coughing, and turns back to his phone. Phil’s face continues staring out of his screen, those all-knowing, laser-eyes burrowing into his skull. Dan flushes, feeling caught out, and slams the lid of his laptop closed. 
His phone buzzes again. 
18:55 Unknown Number (the dorky guy who makes you  wear capes and help children to  build precarious structures out  of tables and chairs)
Despite feeling as flustered by this unexpected text as a yanderé schoolgirl encountering her senpai, Dan snorts at the joke. 
Fingers trembling a little, Dan adds Phil’s name to his contacts, and spends around three minutes typing and retyping a response.
18:58 Dan Howell did i forget giving you my number in a cringey attempt at gaining friends in my new job or something 😅
18:58 Phil Lester 🌠 hah! no i actually got it from the  school office 😳 
Dan frowns in confusion. 
18:59 Dan Howell Is that even allowed?
19:00 Phil Lester 🌠 Not sure. But I’m very charming, so it wasn’t an issue 😉
19:01 Phil Lester 🌠 I told them I wanted to ask you something important, related to class
Dan’s heart immediately sinks. That makes sense, he supposes, reaching for his pasta again. Phil’s just messaging him to discuss something work-related. Nothing to get excited about, after all. 
He types out a quick response, then places his phone aside, filling the disappointment-void opening inside of him with mouthfuls of pasta. 
19:02 Dan Howell Oh cool. Do you need me to do something for Monday’s class?
19:03 Phil Lester 🌠 I just need to ask you somethng in preparation
19:03 Dan Howell Ask away Mr Lester
19:04 Phil Lester 🌠 Do you think the Year Nine’s will laugh at me if I wear this in class (Attached: 1 image)
Dan stares at the message, uncomprehending. He scrolls down, laughing in surprise as he sees the photo Phil has included. 
It’s a picture of him, close up, with his chin raised, exposing his neck. Around his shirt collar is a bowtie, white with black polka dots. 
19:06 Dan Howell Without a shadow of a doubt, yes, they will laugh at you. Sorry bud. 
19:07 Phil Lester 🌠 Perfect! Thanks. 
Dan waits expectantly, glancing at his phone every few seconds as he finishes up his pasta. After he’s scraped the bowl clean, he picks the phone up again, wondering vaguely if he’s hallucinating this entire conversation. 
19:13 Dan Howell Is that it???
19:14 Phil Lester 🌠 Your TA duties are complete. Pls feel free to go forth and enjoy your weekend, Mr Howell
Dan blinks at the text, very confused. He’s about to shove the phone in his pocket, when another text comes through.
19:15 Phil Lester 🌠 And enjoy a cool photo of ur new favourite teacher, now saved to your camera roll free of charge
19:16 Dan Howell How do u know I won’t delete it
19:17 Phil Lester 🌠 Uh, you’d better not. I don’t hand these selfies out to just anyone Daniel
A little thrill shimmers through Dan’s veins at the sight of Phil using his full name. 
19:18 Dan Howell dw I’ve got it as my wallpaper already. I might even print it out, frame it for my wall
19:20 Phil Lester 🌠 Beats stalking through my Facebook albums I bet 😉
Dan’s heart actually stops for a moment, he’s sure. No, he thinks, feeling cold sweat pearling on his brow. There’s no way Phil could know something like that, surely.
He decides to try laughing it off, still terrified. 
19:21 Dan Howell Pfft as if m8
19:22 Phil Lester 🌠 tbf if you had stalked me I’d be super miffed you didn’t friend request me
Dan’s muscles melt of tension, the relief flooding out of his pores. Phil had just been stabbing in the dark with a weirdly accurate aim. 
19:23 Dan Howell aw u wanna be my fb friend? Cute.
Dan opens his laptop again, clicking determinedly off Phil’s profile, feeling his cheeks heat like he’s being watched. He’s just about to click off of Facebook altogether, when he gets a notification. 
Phil Lester has sent you a friend request!
Dan blinks at the message, gawping. 
His phone buzzes. 
19:26 Phil Lester 🌠 yes please
*
Dan spends the weekend wishing for it to end, which is an entirely new experience for him. 
His housemates invite him out for drinks on Saturday night at their local pub. Dan doesn’t bother attempting to refuse; Teddy and Tyler are not the sort of people who can be successfully argued with. 
They fail to mention, however, that they have invited a bunch of other people to join them for drinks, including Stephanie, Dan’s ex-girlfriend. As a result, the evening turns into Dan downing more pints than he is able to handle in order to deal with the glares from the girl he dumped a few months ago. 
At the end of the night, Tyler and Teddy have Dan’s arms over their shoulders, and are merrily singing The Phantom of the Opera as they drag him home. They take off Dan’s shoes and trousers for him and lay him in bed, laughing away at Dan being a lightweight, and then promptly climb in either side of him. 
Dan groans, feeling nauseous and irritable. He loves his housemates in many ways, but they are really annoying. 
“Unngh, get out,” he says, half into his pillow. Instead of obeying, Tyler and Teddy wrap Dan in their arms, squeezing him tightly. 
“Aw, Dan’s a grump because he had to face Scary Stephanie,” Tyler teases. 
“She was more terrifying than usual tonight,” Teddy muses. “Have you spoken to her since... y’know?”
Dan doesn’t reply; he’s too focused on trying to pretend he is currently alone in this bed. He has his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to block out all evidence to the contrary. 
“Since he callously ripped out poor Stephy’s heart?” Tyler supplies, giggling. “I’d say he’s prrrobably been avoiding her since then, right Danny?” 
In the hopes it might get him some peace and quiet, Dan nods. 
“I still don’t get it,” Teddy says with a shrug that jostles the bed. “She’s pretty, and she isn’t a complete bore. Why chuck her?”
“Ted, you know why,” Tyler says, his voice mocking. “Dan’s a big fat gay now.”
Dan groans in frustration, elbowing Tyler in the side. “‘M not!” 
“Okay, that is bi-erasure, Ty.” Teddy admonishes, though there’s a smile in his voice. 
“Bi, gay, whatever.” Tyler says. “The point is, Dan’s ready to embrace his twink side at long last.”
Dan sighs, rolling his eyes despite them being shut. “Hate you both.”
“Um, no...” Tyler corrects, sounding affronted. “You love us to bits. Especially ‘cause we’re gonna take you to the hottest gay clubs in town and find you a big, beefy bear to help you transition to the dark side.” 
Tyler tickles Dan in the side, making him shriek. Teddy joins in then, laughing uproariously at Dan’s reaction. 
“No, stop, I’ll throw up on you both!” Dan cries, feebly attempting to fight back. 
“Say you love us, Dan!” Tyler cries over Dan’s agonised laughter. “Say it!”
“I’ll say it if you fuck off!” 
“Deal!” Teddy shouts. 
Despite this, in the morning, as predicted, Dan wakes up with his two terrible excuses for housemates still snoring in his bed. 
*
As soon as Dan’s alarm sounds on Monday morning, Dan hops out of bed, eager for the day to begin. 
He showers and brushes his teeth in lightning time, then spends twenty minutes sorting out his hair and changing his outfit. He tries not to think about why he’s so obsessed with his appearance today. 
After his fifth change of shirt, Dan checks the time and realises he’s about to miss his bus. Swearing loudly, he bolts out of the door, just about managing to grab his bag and coat on the way. Tyler snorts with laughter at him as he goes, blowing a kiss, and Dan just legs it to the bus stop. 
He makes it, just, but only because the bus is a minute late. Luck must be on his side today, he thinks as he struggles to get his breath back on the jolting bus, sweaty and already exhausted, his stomach rumbling. 
Forty minutes later, he’s wading through the swarms of schoolkids up the front steps, heart beginning to pound as he thinks about what lies ahead. 
He doesn’t need to check his timetable to know which class he has first today.
He gets to Classroom Nine ten minutes early, unable to dissuade himself from seizing the opportunity to spend a little bit extra time talking to Phil. 
This plan backfires a little when he opens the classroom door to find it empty and dark. 
He debates what to do, dithering on the spot, and then decides to just come back in a little while. He turns to leave, and bumps straight into Phil’s chest, spilling the mugs of coffee he’s holding in either hand. 
“Ow!” Phil shrieks, and Dan plunges feet-first into the hole opening beneath him in the earth. 
“Shit, shit, sorry!” Dan cries, taking the mugs from Phil’s hands as he flaps his hands in distress. 
“Ah!” Phil hisses, shaking his sleeves as they drip with hot coffee. “No, it’s cool don’t worry- crap, that was hot.” 
“I’ll get some napkins or something- ” Dan says, at a loss for what else to do. 
Phil chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Dan, I’ll live.” He straightens up, smiling at Dan in reassurance. “So, I brought you a coffee!” 
Dan stares at him in dismay. “I am so sorry.” 
Phil laughs. “I know. It’s fine. I just hope there’s some left in the mug.” 
Dan turns his attention to the cups in his hands. “Yeah, there is. Um, thank you.”
“No problem.” Phil says with a smile, then takes one of the mugs from him. 
He steps carefully around Dan and through the open door of the classroom, sipping as he goes. 
Dan takes a moment to internally scream at himself for being such a prat, and then follows him inside. Phil flicks on the lights, then goes to put his coffee down on his desk. 
“So, you’re keen.” Phil says to Dan, grinning as he rolls up his coffee-soaked sleeves. 
Dan notices for the first time that Phil is wearing that stupid black and white spotty bow tie he’d sent Dan a photo of on Friday. 
Distracted by the sight of it, Dan takes a moment to process what Phil said. His eyes widen. “Um, sorry?”
“You’re here early.” Phil points out, one eyebrow raised. “Not often that you see TA’s getting to class before the first bell.”
“Oh!” Dan says, relieved. “Yeah, well... I just thought...” He scrambles for a reason that might not sound weird, coming up blank.
Phil chuckles. “It’s okay! I’m glad. Setting up for first period alone is always boring.”
“I’ll do my best to entertain you.” 
Phil giggles, then goes to one of the cupboards at the back of the room. He pulls out some unreasonably large rolls of craft paper, along with several bundles of bamboo sticks. 
Dan sets his mug down immediately, going to help him haul everything out. 
“Oh, thanks,” Phil says, surprised, as Dan takes some of the things from him. “Just put them on one of the tables.”
“What are we doing with these, then?” 
Phil laughs, glancing at him. “Wait and see.”
Dan rolls his eyes, smirking. “Such an enigma.”
“It’s all part of the experience.” Phil says. “I’ve got to be mysterious and keep the kids questioning everything. Their curiosity makes them more receptive, I find.”
Dan nods thoughtfully, considering this philosophy. “But I’m not a student.”
“True.” Phil allows. He places the rolls of craft paper down on a table, turning towards him. “Maybe I'm just trying to impress you.” 
Dan laughs awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He fiddles with the sticks of bamboo, swallowing. 
“How was your weekend?” He asks, deciding a subject change is probably for the best. 
“Good!” Phil says brightly. “It was my brother’s birthday. I baked him a hummingbird cake.” 
“A hummingbird cake?” 
Phil chuckles. “Yeah! It’s pineapple and banana flavour with cream cheese frosting. Also I made it into the shape of a hummingbird, because why not?”
“Right.” Dan says, at a loss for what to say. “Why not?” 
“Wanna see?” 
Dan smiles, nodding, and Phil walks over to him, digging his phone out of his pocket. Dan stares at the device in Phil’s hands as he scrolls through his photos. 
This is the object he’d used to message Dan on Friday. Dan’s number is now saved into it. He is, in some small way, more intimately connected to Phil through this rectangular slice of technology. 
“Sorry, I took lots of photos of my brother.” Phil says, laughing, swiping through several pictures of a grumpy looking man in a glittery party hat. “He hates having his picture taken. Oh, here it is.” 
Phil moves closer, his shoulder pressing into Dan’s. He’s deliciously warm compared to the chilly, early morning air in this room, and he smells strongly of the coffee Dan covered him in a few minutes ago. 
He tilts the phone for Dan to see. The cake is astonishing to behold. It’s been moulded into a 3D hummingbird, complete with a chocolate pocky stick for a beak, and covered entirely in a pastel rainbow of frosting. 
“Okay, wow,” Dan says, not bothering to hide how impressed he is. “I was expecting a half-hearted attempt to shape a flat cake into the Twitter symbol... but that’s incredible.”
Phil giggles, looking bashful. “Thanks! It was tasty too, which is a bonus.”
“What do I have to do to get you to bake for me?” 
Phil turns his head to face Dan, still just a little too close. “Hm, I can think of some things.”
Dan can feel it as Phil leans a little more into him, his shoulder pressing slightly harder. He holds his breath, feeling like a rabbit caught in the path of a devious fox. 
And then the bell rings, of course. 
Phil leans away again, still smiling, just as the first students begin to bowl through the door. Jonah happens to be one of them, and he lets out a low whistle as he walks through strolls into the room.
“Oi, sir, you givin’ Mr Howell your number?” 
Phil laughs, pocketing the phone in his hand and moving swiftly away. “Nice to see you too, Jonah. How was your weekend?”
Dan tries to hide his furious blush by going to retrieve his coffee from the desk where he left it. 
The rest of the students file in, and Phil welcomes them all in his usual chipper way. For the first fifteen minutes, Phil does a brief recap of the last lesson about the Algerian War, then introduces the topic they’ll be looking at today, following on from it. 
Today they’re going to start studying the failed revolution of May 1968 in France. 
To emulate the frustration of the liberals taking part in the revolution, they’re going to make pickets and signs with anti-capitalist slogans out of craft paper and bamboo. 
Phil gives them an entertaining rundown of all the issues the left-wing majority of French society had in 1968, and then he tells everyone to get into this mindset, and begin crafting. 
It’s a bit of a madhouse from that point on. The students, despite being in Year Nine, seem to love being let loose with the art supplies. They’re excessive with their use of paint and glitter, creating huge, garish signs with aggressive messages. 
A few of Dan’s favourites read: 
‘We stand, we march, we dab’
‘Marx’s favourite bitchez’
‘Communism ftw’
‘Destroy France’s capitalist infrastructure u cowards’
Phil is loving the enthusiasm so much that he even lets a few curse words slide, though he does insist that Jonah change his sign to ‘We are unTRUCKable’, for the sake of his reputation as a teacher. 
Once the signs are more or less completed, Phil claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Right! Ready to get out there and protest?” 
The class look confused, a hush falling over them as they look at one another blankly. 
“Protest what, sir?” Jonah asks.
Phil tuts. “Haven’t you been paying attention? If we don’t protest, then nothing will change! Workers and students will forever be bottom of the ladder! We have to push the change! We must make Marx proud!” 
Dan stares at Phil like he’s gone insane, as do most of the students. 
“But...” A shy, timid girl Dan thinks is called Anita, pipes up. “This is all in the past, right? They already protested this in France in 1968.” 
Phil beams at her, winking. “True. But tell me, gang, has the fall of capitalism come to pass?”
The students shake their heads, looking unsure. 
“Exactly, Anita!” Phil cries. “So, did the effort these French liberals put in have any effect?”
“No,” Anita answers, her eyes round as she gazes at Phil. “They failed.”
“So we should continue what they started.” Phil says, picking up a nearby bamboo stick and raising it high. “Who’s with me? For the revolutionaries of ‘68!”
The class cheer suddenly, finally catching the glint in Phil’s eye. They grab their pickets, and follow Phil as he strides to the door of the classroom. Not knowing how else to respond, Dan hurries after them, a little panicked as the crowd of fourteen-year-olds pour out into the hall. 
If only his deadly strict advisor from teacher-training could see him now. The Health and Safety of most of Phil’s activities would absolutely not pass regulations. 
“What do we want?” Phil cries, oblivious to his own rule-breaking as he marches the gaggle of teenagers down the corridor. 
“Revolution!” Jonah shouts, laughing. 
“When do we want it?” 
“Uh, 1968?” Someone calls out, and Phil chuckles.
“Ideally, yeah, but forty-nine years later works too.” 
Marvelling at the boldness of this man, as usual, Dan jogs to the front of the pack of students, marching along beside Phil. 
The rest of the class begin a chant of their own, their signs waving above them in the air as they walk determinedly through the school. 
Several classroom doors open, and students and teachers alike poke their heads out into the corridor, laughing and pointing as they pass by. 
“You’re nuts,” Dan says to Phil, feeling breathless with the adrenaline of this mad activity. “Won’t the other teachers hate you for this? You’re probably disrupting a few classes.”
Phil laughs, shrugging. “Maybe.”
He grins at Dan as he veers unexpectedly to a nearby door leading to the playground. He holds it open for the students as they march through; several of them high five he and Dan as they go. 
Dan smirks at Phil. “I think you might be some other people’s favourite teacher too.” 
*
Dan tries not to be too gloomy as he helps gather up all the students’ pickets at the end of class. There are now just under three and a half days separating him from his next chance to assist Phil in the classroom. 
Sure, he might be able to snag some of Phil’s attention during lunch and break times between now and Thursday, but it’s not the same as having a full hour with him. 
“Guys, before you leave!” Phil shouts as the students pack away their things. “I thought that, as we’re studying the ‘68 revolution, it’d be cool for you to see a French film from around that time! Cinema is really important in French history, as a lot of the prominent left-wing figures were filmmakers, and they produced some really cool stuff about this period.” 
Dan looks up in interest, wondering where Phil is going with this. 
“So basically, as there isn’t enough time to show a whole film during class, I thought it’d be fun to have a little film night this week!” Phil tells everyone, beaming. The class squeal in excitement. “I thought Wednesday evening would work. I’ll bring a film in, and if you’re free that evening, stay behind after school and we can all watch it together!” 
The class all begin chattering at once, the excitement evident in their voices, even if it’s difficult to distinguish exactly what they’re saying. 
“Sounds like you’re all keen!” Phil laughs. “So if you can make it, I’ll start the film at about four on Wednesday.” 
“Have you invited Mr Howell, sir?” Jonah calls out, turning to wink at Dan. 
Dan glares at him, trying to suppress his own urge to blush. 
Phil chuckles, turning to Dan. “Is Mr Howell interested in coming along?”
Dan reaches up to rub the back of his neck, feeling awkward. At least twenty-six pairs of eyes glue themselves to him, eagerly awaiting his response. 
“Um... sure.” Dan says at last, shrugging like it isn’t the most exciting thing he’s been invited to in months. “I’ll try and make it.” 
The class laugh, and Jonah chucks a ball of leftover craft paper at him. “Oh, got something better to do, sir?” 
Dan chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there.”
“Awesome.” Phil says; Dan catches his eye, and has to keep himself from grinning. 
*
“Hey, we’re going to the pub tomorrow.” Tyler tells Dan on Tuesday, falling face first onto Dan’s bed. 
“I’m never going to the pub with you and Teddy again after last time.” Dan tells him, kicking Tyler with his foot in a vague attempt to push him off the bed. 
He’s been scrolling through Tumblr for an hour or so now, but just because he’s been holed up in his room since he got in from work, does not mean that Tyler gets to just wander in and annoy him. 
“Aw, come on, that’s mean.” Tyler says, pouting at Dan. “Stephanie won’t even be there this time, I swear.” 
Dan swallows, shaking his head as he turns back to his screen. “Nope, sorry.”
“Dan, you know we’re not gonna let you mope about the house while we go out.” Tyler says, raising an eyebrow at him. 
“Well, you don’t need to worry.” Dan says, feeling awkward. “I won’t be here.”
Tyler is quiet for a moment, then perks up, catlike, catching the scent of some gossip. “Oh?”
Dan just presses his lips together, saying nothing. He reblogs a photo of a cute panda, trying to stay calm. 
“Teddy!” Tyler yells, making Dan jump. “Dan’s keeping secrets!”
Dan looks up at him with scorn. “Tyler, don’t be-”
Teddy bursts into the room, wearing an apron with a naked man’s torso on the front, a spatula in one hand. 
“Secrets?” Teddy asks, wide eyes darting between Tyler and Dan. “What secrets?”
“Dan has secret plans tomorrow night.” Tyler informs him, grinning. 
“Plans?” Teddy repeats, acting shocked. “But Ty, Dan doesn’t have any friends apart from us!”
“Wrong.” Dan says gruffly. “You two are not my friends, I hate you both.”
“Is it a date?” Tyler asks, sucking in a gasp. 
Teddy leaps onto the bed beside Tyler, squealing. “Oh my God, is it a date, Dan?!” 
Dan rolls his eyes. “For Christ’s sake, no. It’s not a date.” 
He could never, in a million years, be that lucky. 
Just then, his phone pings. Ignoring the probing eyes of his two housemates, Dan plucks the thing out of his pocket to look. 
18:34 Phil Lester 🌠 excited for some french cinema tomorrow night? je suis trés  joyeux que tu viennes! :)
Dan’s heart flutters, registering who the text is from, and then his phone is being plucked out of his hand. 
“No!” Dan cries, lunging for Tyler. “Wait, don’t-”
“Okay, who is Phil?” Tyler asks, holding the phone out of Dan’s reach; Teddy grabs hold of Dan by the waist, restraining him. 
“Ooh, Phil!” Teddy repeats, giggling. “I knew you were looking for a man.”
“I honestly loathe you both.” Dan grits out, struggling uselessly against Teddy’s grip. 
“French cinema?” Tyler asks, tilting his head to one side. “Is that code for something?” 
“Give me back the phone, Tyler.” Dan says, going limp in Teddy’s arms, defeated. 
“We’re just taking an interest in your personal life, Dan,” Teddy says soothingly, patting Dan on the head. 
“Phil’s just... he’s a guy I work with.” Dan says, feeling the redness spread over his cheeks and neck, betraying him. 
“Hmm,” Tyler says, throwing Dan’s phone aside at last. “A guy who is ‘very happy you’re coming’ tomorrow.” Dan blushes harder, not having worked out what the French bit had meant just yet. “Is ‘Phil’... how do you say, un beefcake?”
“Is he a teacher?” Teddy asks excitedly, releasing Dan in order to cover his own mouth with both hands. 
“He’s a teacher, yes.” Dan confirms, snatching up his phone and pocketing it. 
“God, that’s hot.” Tyler sighs, looking wistful. “And he speaks French. Think of the roleplay opportunities.”
“Aw, we can try some schoolteacher roleplay, babe,” Teddy assures Tyler, patting him on the shoulder. 
“Fine, but I get to wear the cute schoolgirl outfit.” 
Teddy rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
“I’m pretty sure I can smell burning,” Dan says, sniffing the air in distaste. 
“Shit!” Teddy exclaims, grabbing his spatula and jumping off the bed. 
As he bolts out of the door, the fire alarm begins to shriek, making Tyler scream with laughter. 
“Everything’s fine!” Teddy calls from the kitchen. 
Despite the irritation sitting under his skin, eventually Dan finds himself joining in the laughter too. 
*
Dan is half an hour early to the film screening. 
He would have come straight from his last class, which ended at 3pm, but he decided to make a quick trip to the grocery store round the corner from school. 
He returns with two enormous bags, shuffling through Phil’s classroom door with some difficulty. Phil looks at the bags in surprise, coming over to help Dan haul them in. 
“What’s this?” Phil asks, clearly intrigued. As he takes one of the bags from Dan’s hand, he looks him in the eye. “Hi, by the way. Haven’t seen you all day!” 
Dan chuckles, setting his own carrier bag on Phil’s desk. “Hi. I brought popcorn!” 
“Oh, God,” Phil moans unexpectedly. “As if you could get any more amazing.”
Dan chuckles awkwardly, a warm glow spreading through his gut. “Uh, you like popcorn?”
“It’s literally my favourite food of all time,” Phil tells him seriously. “How did you know?” 
“Damn, I need to be more subtle with my stalking.” Dan says, making Phil laugh so much that he drops one of the bags. “Anyway, it’s not all for you.” 
“In that case, the kids better hurry up before I inhale it all.”
Dan laughs, watching fondly as Phil flits around the classroom, closing blinds and straightening chairs. The projector is on, currently throwing an image of Phil’s desktop background onto the smartboard. Behind his jumble of icons, there’s a picture of what seems to be a large, photoshopped capybara taking up an entire paddling pool. 
Dan decides not to question it. 
“So what film have you picked for us all?”
Phil beams at him. “It’s called Les Quatre-Cents Coups. Have you heard of it?”
Dan shakes his head, the corner of his mouth twitching in an almost smile. It’s obvious to see how passionate Phil is about this subject; he talks animatedly, looking eager and focused.
It’s adorable.
“Wow!” Phil exclaims. “I’m kind of jealous. I wish I could go back to a time before I’d seen it.”
“What’s it about?” Dan asks, mostly in an effort to keep Phil talking.
“Oh... well, it’s about a little boy mainly. An underprivileged boy living in Paris. But it’s about much more than that really. It’s about the oppressive structures of French economy in the fifties, classism, the bourgeoise... and it’s about growing up, y’know? How even if we all experience it differently, there’s a certain relatability about puberty too.” Phil pauses, reddening a little. He chuckles. “I mean, that’s what I take from it, anyway. I studied the history of French Cinema for a while, so I’m a bit of a geek about it. But you can form your own opinions, obviously.”
“Me?” Dan says, laughing. “I dunno. I don’t know the first thing about film. Apart from that I like going to the cinema.”
“Well that’s a good place to start.” Phil tells him happily. “There’s all sorts of theories about spectatorhood, and why audiences enjoy the activity of going to the cinema, watching films as a collective experience...”
Phil trails off again, shaking his head.
“Okay, you have to stop me if I start rambling, Dan. I get carried away.”
“I think it’s cute.” Dan says before he thinks about it.
Phil’s eyebrow lifts in surprise, but he seems to take the comment in his stride. Dan, on the other hand, blushes furiously, cursing himself for being so transparent.
“I think you’re just too nice to tell me to shut up,” Phil jokes, but he lets his eyes linger on Dan’s, warm and fond.
Luckily, before Dan can shove his foot any further into his mouth, a couple of girls from the class wander in, looking trepidatious.
“Hi, uh... can we come in yet, sir?”
“Of course, Joanna!” Phil says, jumping down from his position on the desk. “Hi Bethany! Would you guys mind helping me and Mr Howell to set up?”
They jump to the tasks Phil gives them happily, chattering to him about the petty dramas of their day, complaining about their homework and the fallouts they’re having with friends.
Dan watches with amusement, marvelling - as always - at the ease with which Phil converses with his students, giving each one his undivided attention while they’re speaking, never replying in a condescending tone.
He’s such a rare gem of a teacher, Dan thinks. Phil sends Joanna to the staffroom to collect bowls, and they put one on each table, filled with popcorn.
Soon enough, the other kids begin to arrive, all wearing the thrilled grins Dan remembers from when he used to stay behind after school. There’s something about being in the building outside of the mandatory hours that just seems a bit naughty. It doesn’t matter that they’re here for what is essentially an extended history lesson - the students are excited to be involved in this extra-curricular activity.
Dan hasn’t asked them, but he’d bet a lot of that excitement comes from having Phil here, providing his ever-shining rays of brilliant, sunny exuberance.
The kids take their seats, restless at first, but settling in once Phil dims the lights and presses play. Dan finds a seat on one of the empty tables at the back, and is all prepared to expand his cultural knowledge with some French Cinema. Then, once he’s sure the film is running, Phil walks to the back of the class and slides into the seat right beside him.
Immediately, Dan releases any hope he was holding onto of immersing himself in the film.
“Ready?” Phil asks in a low, quiet voice that pierces straight through Dan’s gut. 
He’s leaning in close, eyes sparkling as the light of the opening credits reflect in them.
All Dan can do is nod silently, and try not to let the squeak out of his throat.
Phil’s one of those people who doesn’t shut up during a film. Dan hates those sorts of people usually, but he can’t seem to find Phil’s inability to keep his comments to himself anything but ridiculously cute.
His musings vary from the way in which the cinematography emphasises certain aspects of the narrative, to the strange dress sense Parisians had in the days of the 'nouvelle vague’, as he calls it.
He talks so much that he is shushed by the students more than once, but he just giggles and apologises in a stage whisper, to which the students roll their eyes.
“See that?” Phil says at one point, basically pressing himself against Dan’s side in order to point at the screen. “The photo of the man Antoine is putting on his shrine? That’s Balzac. He’s one of the founders of realism in literature.”
Dan smiles. “How meta.”
The responding look Phil gives to Dan is something so warm and proud that Dan wants to melt it down and spread it on a thick slab of toast.
“Exactly.”
Their hands meet in the popcorn. It’s like something out a cringey teen TV show. Phil just laughs and winks at him, but Dan about faints from how fast the blood rushes to his cheeks.
Phil seems to have no issues about personal space, and allows their legs to rest comfortably against each other beneath the table. He’ll grab Dan’s shoulder during his favourite scenes, eyes shining, breath held as he watches the screen.
Honestly, by the time the final shot (apparently an incredibly famous moment in film history) appears, Dan is not totally sure whether he’d be able to say what the film had been about. He’d spent quite a lot of it staring at Phil, and the rest of it thinking about how it felt - elating, blissful, drug-like - to sit beside him in the darkness, in a room where everyone else was steadfastly facing the other way.
Phil turns to him as the image fades to black, a knowing glint in his eye.
“Did you like it?”
Dan stammers out something that isn’t really words, and nods emphatically to make up for it. Phil grins at him, tongue slightly visible through his rows of teeth, and then he stands up, much to Dan’s dismay.
“So that was Les Quatre-Cents Coups!” Phil says to the class, climbing up to sit on the desk at which he and Dan had been sat. Dan cranes his neck upwards, leaning back in his chair to watch as Phil crosses his legs underneath him on the table. “Could someone get the lights, please? Thanks Bethany.”
The lights flash on, garish and bright, and the class groan, rubbing their eyes.
“What did we all think of it, then?” Phil asks, beaming.
“Awesome!” Someone shouts.
“I thought I hated black and white films, but that was cool.” 
“I loved it! Paris is so beautiful.” 
“That kid was well sick at acting, sir.” 
Phil nods encouragingly as students call out their opinions. 
Jonah snorts loudly. “I couldn’t concentrate on half of it. Kept gettin’ distracted by Mr Lester and Mr Howell flirting in the back!”
Phil laughs, shooting Jonah a disapproving look. His smile stays in place though. 
“I’m sure Mr Howell has far better options, Jonah.” Phil teases, and Dan just tries to pretend he’s somewhere else. 
He might kill Jonah at some point, he considers. 
Then, someone sticks up their hand. Phil points at the kid, smiling. 
“Yes, Matt?”
“What’s the title mean in English, sir?”
“Well, the English version of the film is called The Four-Hundred Blows.” Phil answers. “Which is actually an inaccurate translation, as it doesn’t mean anything. The original title comes from a phrase that people use a lot in France - ‘faire les quatre cents coups’ - which kind of means ‘to raise hell’. It suits Antoine, don’t you think?”
“Suits me, sir!” Jonah calls out, making everyone chuckle. “I’mma start sayin’ that. What was it again? Fair lezzer cooper?”
Phil laughs, hands holding his ankles as he leans backwards. It’s such a sweet action, so innocent and playful, that Dan can’t help smiling.
“Faire les quatre cents coups,” Phil corrects gently, enunciating each word. “I think it suits you as well, Jonah.”
Joanna is sat at the table in front of theirs, her chin in one hand as she gazes up at Phil, marvelling.
“Do you speak French, sir?” Joanna asks, obviously smitten. Dan can relate.
Phil beams at her. “Yeah, I do! I spent a year studying in Paris.”
Dan’s eyebrows lift in surprise. He’d suspected that Phil knew a few phrases, but the fact he speaks fluent French is a surprise. Why is that such an attractive quality?
He imagines Phil speaking to him in that low, quiet voice he reserves for when he wants to tell Dan something the class or another teacher shouldn’t overhear, but in French. A warm trickle runs teasingly up his thighs, like light, tracing fingers. A full body tremor comes over him. 
Phil throws a glance towards him, presumably having seen that peculiar reaction. Dan doesn’t miss the way his mouth twitches in a smile.
“That’s so dreamy,” Joanna sighs, retrieving Phil’s attention. She sits bolt upright, blushing. “I mean! It’s a dreamy language.” The rest of the class chuckle, and she reddens further. “I wish I could speak it is all!”
“Well, you’re in luck!” Phil announces suddenly. “Because as you may or may not be aware, our Year Nine History trip is coming up in two weeks time!”
The class immediately descend into loud, excited chatter; students grab at each other, squealing.
“Hey, come on, guys! Calm down, we’re here after hours, remember?” Phil calls out, but he’s grinning, evidently pleased by their enthusiasm. The class simmer down gradually, their buzz of excitement still palpable in the air. “So, yeah! We’re off to Paris for a weekend! If you can make it, it’s only fifteen pounds per student, and if you can’t stretch that, come and have a word with me, I’m sure we can work something out.”
Dan’s eyes soften as he listens to this last part. This man really is one of a kind.
Again, the class begin talking animatedly about the trip, discussing outfit choices, places they want to visit, room sharing, and other trivialities.
“Are we going up the Eiffel Tower, sir?” Someone asks.
“I’m scared of heights!”
“Where are we staying?”
“Are we sharing rooms?”
“Are we going by coach, or ferry?”
“Ooh, maybe we’re flying!”
“Can I bring my dog?”
“Hey!” Phil interrupts, hands held up in surrender. He’s laughing at them all. “All questions will be answered in class on Monday. I’ll also be sending out permission slips tonight via email, so get your folks or guardians to print them off and sign them, then bring them to me when they’re ready.”
“Sir, I just have one more question!” Jonah cries out, sticking up his hand and waving it. “Just one, sir, please?”
Phil sighs, clearly debating it. Eventually though, he rolls his eyes and nods, smiling. “Go on then. Just one.”
Jonah grins, eyes flicking to meet Dan’s. “Is Mr Howell coming with us?”
Phil lets out a low chuckle, his vivid blue eyes sliding to Dan’s, questioning. 
“I don’t know,” Phil says in a voice that surely isn’t appropriate for the situation at hand. Dan swallows, feeling singled out by the gaze. “Is he?”
(Part Four!)
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Call 'Em Out, Get 'Em Out! How Folks Are Taking Action To Hurt The Pockets Of Racist Business Owners & Individuals
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Not only are people protesting in the streets, folks are taking action online to hurt the pockets of racist individuals and big businesses. And THIS is a form of protest too! More inside…
Trump has his racist groupies feeling real bold these days, but it’s costing a few of them. As it should.  Sinc ethey want to claim All Lives Matter, people have been showing them exactly what that means.  It means black voices SHOULD carry the same weight as white ones.  They know our black voices traditionally do not, but folks are seeing the shift now.
A man named Craig Gore found out the hard way. He’s a writer who has penned scripts for shows like “S.W.A.T.” and “Chicago P.D.” He recently landed a writing job for an upcoming “Law & Order” spin-off series.
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However, his script for the show will never see the light of day. The reason? Well, he was FIRED for a controversial Facebook post.
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In the FB post, Craig shared a picture of himself holding an assault rifle on his porch with the caption, “Curfew…” According to Variety, Craig threatened to “light motherf—ers up who are trying to f— with my property,” in reference to protests that took place in Los Angeles on Monday. Los Angeles has been put on curfew over the raging George Floyd protests.
Now, he’s out of a job.
“I will not tolerate this conduct, especially during our hour of national grief. I am terminating Craig Gore immediately,” Dick Wolf said in a statement to Variety.
Drew Janda, who worked on the OWN’s “Greenleaf” and HBO shows “Big Little Lies” and “Barry,” brought attention to Gore’s remarks:
Sorry - co-executive producer
— drew janda (@drewjanda) June 2, 2020
THIS is how you be an ally.
Craig was represented by Paradigm, but not anymore! They cut ties with the writer/producer.
“Craig Gore is no longer a Paradigm client. We condemn his post in the strongest possible terms,” said a spokesperson for the agency.
Womp.
  @WolfEnt one of your writers a convicted felon is allowed to own an Ar-15 and post threatening messages on Twitter. For real? Not a good look. Definitely will not watch your shows after that if that is who you employ
— Daniela_Brooklyn (@DanielaBrookly1) June 2, 2020
  Oh and get this…
Would also love to know how a convicted felon got ahold of that gun pic.twitter.com/tvOcvUWvjP
— Joey DaSilva (@joey_lumps) June 2, 2020
Turns out, Craig is a convicted felon, so people are wondering how was he even able to get his hands on a gun like that when legally he shouldn’t be in possession of one. We all know why though. Peep the thread below.
Then, there's this:
Hey!!!! How are you? Thought you forgot about me. Haven't heard from you in years. ALL LIVES MATTER...EVERY SINGLE ONE!!! https://t.co/DfzKl3w0jm
— Grant Napear (@GrantNapearshow) June 1, 2020
Sacramento Kings announcer and KHTK Radio host Grant Napear tweeted out "All Lives Matter" amid the protests demanding justice for George Floyd. Now, he's out of a job. He resigned after receiving backlash.
"Grant Napear has resigned from the Sacramento Kings," the team said, per Jason Jones of The Athletic. "We thank him for his contributions to the team and wish him all the best."
NBA free agent DeMarcus Cousins tweeted Grant asking him what was his take on Black Lives Matter and he tweeted:
"Hey!!!! How are you? Thought you forgot about me. Haven't heard from you in years. ALL LIVES MATTER...EVERY SINGLE ONE!!!"
From the Sacramento Kings: “Grant Napear has resigned from the Sacramento Kings. We thank him for his contributions to the team and wish him all the best.”
— Jason Jones (@mr_jasonjones) June 2, 2020
Bonneville Sacramento, which operates KHTK Radio, also released a statement to announce that they have parted ways with Grant:
Bonneville Sacramento has parted ways with Grant Napear. pic.twitter.com/n2T7CFOItP
— Sports 1140 KHTK (@Sports1140KHTK) June 2, 2020
Welp.
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Folks are raising hell on Facebook over a post that was put up on Instagram by Northwest Dermatology Group, a skincare specialists group.
"We get it. We Understand you people. Can we move on, please? This is draining," the words in the post read. Excuse us? Police killing unarmed black people is DRAINING.
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The caption reads, "All lives matter!"
Per usual, they deleted the post and claims a former employee hacked their page.
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Michigan, do your THING!
Also...
I’m glad people are calling out all the companies that have donated to trumps campaign. I hope we all listen and stop supporting them until they make a change adding on to the #WendysIsOverParty pic.twitter.com/IrFiXGY8o5
— BBY TOXICO (@bvbyboy98) June 2, 2020
Twitter is canceling Wendy's with the #WendysIsOverParty hashtag. The reason? People are pissed the company is a large donor to Trump.
After Trump declared war on the American people with his "glorified violence" tweets, it stirred up more outrage and violence across the nation. In a recently released report, the names of several companies who heavily support Trump were released and now folks are calling for boycotts.
MUY Company CEO James Bodenstedt is one. His company operates several Wendys, Taco Bells, and Pizza Huts across the US. Bodenstedt has reportedly donated over $440,000 to Trump, including $200,000 to the Trump Victory PAC on March 12th, just days before states began shutting down in-person dining, claims a Business Insider report in May.
so you’re telling me wendy’s donated 400k to a billionaire... #WendysIsOverParty pic.twitter.com/0ItlJcB1WB
— papi_sam (@papisam13) June 2, 2020
It's valid for people to be upset at Wendy's, but Twitter should also be calling out all of his other companies as well.
A list of Trump's top campaign donors have been released (some are incorrect as it's the franchise owners who have donated and not the company itself, but still):
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Keep in mind, some of the companies are known to donate to both parties in multiple offices to hedge their bets, so they have pull with someone regardless of who gets placed into office.
Also...
  MISSISSIPPI I SEE YOU. TWITTER MAKE IT HURT. PAMELA HANCOCK STATING SHE HOPES A DEADLY STRAIN OF CORONA SPREADS TO RIOTERS. https://t.co/TOBXvd16A3 pic.twitter.com/GVvl1SaoS5
— (@GoodGuyKharn) June 2, 2020
  Mississippi prosecutor Pamela "Pammi" Hancock needs to be stripped of her job. In a now deleted Facebook comment, she wrote that she can only "hope the deadly strain of COVID-19 spreads in riots."
The Madison County prosecutor was commenting on a Facebook post that reads, "Does Covid spread during massive street riots or just in bars and restaurants? Asking for a friend.”
Now, she claims she was "joking."
“My job is to prosecute all crimes, including civil disobedience,” Pamela told Mississippi Today. “I’m against any breach of peace or criminal activity, and I would prosecute it. I have nothing against people peacefully protesting, but breaking into businesses and stealing things is a crime.”
She continued, “I was really just making light of it.”
Making light of a global pandemic? Oh. She said the initial post “was kind of a joke” and though she was “attempting to joke back,” she “did it very poorly.”
She added that she “was not serious about wanting anyone to die. That’s not who I am.”
Do your thing, Twitter!
Have you personally interacted with racist trolls online? Speak on it in the comments!
Photo: AP Photo/Rafael Yaghobzadeh
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The Vampire Chronicles Facebook Interview **Recap**(5/4/17)
The Television Show
Production
As many know now, they will be working with Paramount Television and Anonymous Content
They want to stay fully engaged with fans in the production process
No set broadcaster, all options open (Netflix, Hulu, etc.) (Chris joked about it being on Facebook)
Next announcement will be when that network is decided
No timeline for production. They have no idea how long it will take. Script-writing is next. Chris is the one who will be script-writing, Anne will review
Chris: “She finished writing season 1 when she wrote the books!”
Pilot is done. Next are more episodes. They are starting the process and having several meetings with Paramount and Anonymous Content
Anne SWEARS the series will be 100% loyal to the books. (They named GoT as an example of doing this though soooooo)
Anne said compromises are inevitable but artistic control comes from good will and respect; you make it work by picking people you admire and trust. They worked with Paramount and Anonymous Content since they all agreed on a common vision and the end result of the series
No idea about locations of sets and whatnot
Don’t know if they will keep with the 80’s period of the books, however Anne wants to do Lestat’s pre-vampire period period-accurate
Neil Jordan may end up helping out on the project
Casting
Still taking suggestions from fans and looking fancasts up on imdb
Anne: “Lestat is always shaking his fists to those who would break him down…Scrappish impish…lovable hero” Chris: “--and he’s hot!! :D He’s gonna be hot. #LestatIsHot”
Chris and Anne might want to cameo in the series (joked about making a game out of it)
Some characters may change where “ethnicity is flexible”
Anne and Chris agree that POC being casted are important and will be considered in casting. The Millennial vamps (older gang) will most likely be largely POC.
Anne says she has taken notice of black fans showing their admiration of Aaliyah playing Akasha.
Anne gave a story about meeting an Akasha cosplayer who mentioned that she and her friends feel left out of high fantasy for being black and how Anne was moved by this.
Anne: “Akasha isn’t written as black or a person of color…she’s middle eastern” Me: ??? (Those aren’t...mutually exclusive???) Anne: “--but she could be a person of color.”
Marius was played by a black man in the musical and Anne thought he did a great job. Marius can be any ethnicity so long as he’s half Roman. She’d prefer to have Marius as blue eyes and blonde haired like Lestat but it’s “not imperative for him”.
Anne: “Louis at least has to be beautiful”
Armand has to look as described as well.
Anne wanted Cher to play Gabrielle.
Anne and Chris to be inclusive, but will always focus more on how fine the actor is. Talent is needed to get the role, not just looks.
Armand will be casted as someone who looks 17, but will be technically older. Not sure about age for Lestat and Louis (Anne is thinking early 30s)
Physical and emotional aging will be put into consideration (she gave Marius as an example as him looking like he’s in his 40s but being mentally older)
Plot and Episodes
They will tell the story chronologically in Lestat’s eyes so wolves-paris-so on. Basically, how knowledge unfolds for Lestat is how it will unfold for audience THIS MAY CHANGE depending on when they talk to producers, however this is not what they want in terms of how the events should happen.
Don’t want to cheat on Lestat’s life and skip out any details of it (go figure)
Stay faithful to the books and to Lestat’s story
Chris warns for us to be mindful of news that doesn’t come from official page
Lestat and Gabbi’s journey to be expanded
Origin stories of Marius and other older vampires will be shown and expanded on (done through the flashback stories Marius gives)
Blood and Gold will be involved but they won’t DO the story (so using that material for possible spin offs)
A lot about the Talamasca and especially David. Jesse too, but mostly David
(Anne: He’s close friends with Lestat in TOTBT Me: Is that what you call it? lmao)
TVL could be 2-3 seasons. IWTV may be one. Depends
Anne and Chris want to know what goes wrong in the translation from book to media in other series so they can avoid it
They’re keeping eroticism the same as in the books.
Lestat turning Gabrielle will be a big scene, as they feel this is when the series starts to truly bring the vampire world into view and Lestat really starts becoming a vampire. This scene is significant in asking the audience what they would do in that instance. Lestat turning will also be significant.
Characters and Character Relations
SOMEONE FUCKING MENTIONED LOUSTAT AS THE LOUIS / LESTAT SHIP NAME AND THEY BOTH LOST IT (which one of you was it? Hm?)
There will be a lot about Louis and Lestat’s relationship in the series (and Lestat and Nicki)
Anne says she understands how important queer relationships are and how they have driven the series
*On expanding on other characters* Chris: ...human characters like Jesse or Daniel Mollo- Anne: OR LESTAT WHEN HE’S HUMAN Me: :/
Anne doesn’t feel a need to make new characters.
More info on Théâtre des Vampires and the characters in that part will expanded as well
Chris and Anne openly acknowledge Lestat as bisexual and this will be depicted clearly within the show
On the topic of Armand, what that character means to Anne will shine, so he will gain a more sympathetic role outside of just the IWTV perspective. Both his dark side and his more childish, light-side will be shown
Jim Morrison of The Doors was Anne’s inspiration for Lestat’s singing voice and for the band (I forget but I think this was the song Anne named as being a good example. Though, I’m partial to their sexy song “5 to 1″). She describes Lestat’s voice as somewhere between a “barratone and tenor...Melodic”. (Something about Jon Bon Jovi also a little bit)
Mayfair Witches
Rights of Mayfair Witches not available to them (?) and thus, the crossover books are not a part of the VC TV series and, thus no show for them right now
Maybe Mayfair TV series in future. Anne doesn’t want them to play second fiddle to the vampires
Anne and Chris
They talked about the recent April Fool’s Joke. Anne apologized to Justin Beiber?? Why?? I don’t know (they weren’t behind the joke article)
Chris likes Riverdale (ew)
Chris worked with Anne on Ramses the Damned.
Someone in the VC Discord Server brought up the question of if Chris could/would carry out the VC books after Anne. Based off this interview, I think it’s very likely depending on how well the VC TV series goes. He seemed a little apprehensive about it, but he’s worked with his mother on writing and is familiar enough with her characters to care about them. I think it’s possible
Chris went to the VC balls in New Orleans as a kid
Chris’ A Density of Souls may get a chance to be a film. Chris is in discussion with someone about it (?? that’s what I got from the interview anyways)
*After Anne leaves to get Chris a Coke* Chris *to the camera*: She won’t let me out of the house. She won’t let me leave!! Me: Same
The Facebook Page and Other Information
Anne, yet again, made a little speech about how nerds mean a lot to Hollywood nowadays
“Readers know things about the novels that are valuable”
They have a record of fan comments that Anne reads every so often
They mentioned some of the fights going on in the FB thread
(Chris: There are some people with...strong casting choices. Anne: I got into fights with people lmao)
Anne prefers if you message her over the page rather than through emails
They cannot do much about given resumes and asking about jobs related to production. There will be a time for that later
Anne is in contract for two more VC novels. It sounded like her next novel is also included in the TV series’ contract, but I could have misinterpreted. 
Anne asks about any regrets or things she would change from the books as she goes into the series. More fleshing out but that’s about it
Disappointing the fans is their biggest concern and worry
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sexygarbage · 5 years
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Have I written about how I realized that I have a hometown murder???! I recently finished every episode of MFM that isn’t a live show and isn’t a minisode. So, now I’m going down the list of minisodes. Which, are just as entertaining, if not more so than the good ol fashioned shows. And every time I hear these hometown murders I am like so jelous that I don’t have a story to tell! I mean, people are writing about close encounters with famous serial killers or even unknown killers. Or like not even murder related but touching and thoughtful or about ghosts or the super natural. And I wanna be featured on it so bad. I was listening to them talk about a mother who had murdered her own baby or something and how it’s the lowest of the low in prison if you’re a mother who murdered your baby. And then it all came back to me. I had a middle school/high school friend named Barbara Ramirez Sufuentes who drowned her two twin babies in her bathtub like 4 years ago!!!!!!!!! I honestly thing I repressed this memory because at the time, she had started posting more on her facebook about them and also she had commented on a depressing instagram picture I posted of a bb gun to my head. She was like “are you okay? guns are kinda serious” And then she straight up murdered her two twin daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the time, I just could not believe it. It was a numbing time, a depressing time. Me and Barbara had fallen out of touch. It was weird of her to even ask me anything about myself because we had not spoken for years. So, I’m sure at the time I just repressed it. I wasn’t into true crime shit just then. And when I was listening to MFM I re-remembered. I wrote to them but I doubt that it will get read because sometimes I feel as if I have to dumb myself down a little bit and I probably did that in the email, causing it to probably be boring and I don’t think it would make the cut :/ 
But! It was interesting to re-remember something from my past. Barbara was like one of those girls who were super intimidating and like really pushy. And you kinda just had to feed into their delusions in order to maintain peace you know. There was something about her that was always a little unhinged, or like off... I always thought that... which is why I wasn’t so committed to staying friends with her after middle school yanno. But upon my research, she was arrested on mothers day and she claimed it was a horrible accident. She started the twins bath and was listening to music very loudly and the next thing she knew they were dead... She was also seen smiling when she got arrested! She was found guilty and is serving a 6 year prison sentence. People in the fb comments were heavily debating. A lot veer into the side of it just being a crazy accident and then some people are too ragefilled about it. Also upon researching, I discovered a prison penpals website where she wrote an ad seeking friends while she was in prison. And it was very strangely written, she only said she was in prison for a crime that was due to recklessness on her part and that she hadn’t done anything wrong before that. She also used a lot of quotes and named the bands she listened to... It just seems so creepy to me. Because with all the red flags, it’s so obvious that she totally killed her babies and it was not an accident. But this was a girl I basically grew up with!! We might have even had a sleepover or she at least came to my house once or twice!! She was someone that I knew. Someone that I had study hall with, someone that influenced me as a kid and she totally fuckin murdered her own children!!!!!!! I mean, it’s crazy when I think about it now. Now that I am so invested in crazy shit like this and have heard so many fucked up stories. And the thing that baffles me is that when you’re in school, it feels already like a prison. And everyone around you can bond over the fact that you are all pretty much miserable. And Barbara was def not a student who stayed out of trouble. She was always in trouble. She was fuckin crazy! School is like baby prison. Prison is like real life adult serious prison!!!!!! Like, murderers, rapists, unfathomable, unforgivable crimes is where prison is! And I already empathize way more than I need to so when I realize the legitamcy of it all, it fuckin freaks me out. Ofc I didn’t write anything as poignant and personal like this when I wrote the email for MFM. But, I still shared the small barely interesting story. 
I keep thinking about it and I just wanna know that they read it. But I can’t count on that outcome. I’ve just listened to like 5 minisodes in a row and they have all made me laugh and cry and scream and get goosebumps. They make me feel so many emotions, and they trigger me and I begin to feel genuine feelings which is so hard to come by especially because the people close to me are a majority of sociopaths. And when I listen to the stories and the carmraderie and the sense of belinging, it just warms my heart. I mean I hate to be so cornball about it. But shit, I’m mostly having a bad day and I’m mostly secretly struggling and feeling out of place and uncared for and this just totally turns me around and I become intrigued, I am put in a trance where things are just not so shitty and the hottest of tea is being spilt in the most twisted of ways! It is everything I live for! 
So yeah, I’ve been emmersed in these crazy stories, I might be gong insane a little bit. I also wanna write about my thoughts on my therapist because I don’t write about it that often. Me hanging out with Coco so much and hating it is an indication that I, too, am quite insane. Because I have no where else to go. And so I keep going back to Coco when I know she makes me feel like shit. It’s not normal that every time I call Sas, we have to have a Coco complaints hour. I know it’s fun to talk about the dysfunction of others. But at a certain point, it is spilling onto me. And look, the situation is not easy for anyone. Idk if anyone would care, but I would be certainly sad if I just straight up ghosted everyone cus I couldn’t stand Coco. No, I love everyone else, that’s why I have to put up with Coco. And when I go to my therapist about it, I could be talking about so many other things... My committment issues, my daddy issues, so many other issues but all I wanna talk about is how many times Coco has rubbed me the wrong way within two weeks! And I tell my therapist how shitty I’m feeling, and it upsets him to know that I’m upset so then I feel even more shittier. And we know the only solution is to get rid of her but it’s not easy and it’s not realistic. And I’m kinda just looking for a scientific explination of my dynamic with Coco, of my reasoning for my own attachment. But we never get there. With my therapist, he never gives me a scientific explination as to why I am the way that I am with certain people. He praises me a lot, he tells me positive things about myself and shitty things about everybody else. And on one hand, I do need to hear good things about myself because not many people are praising me and I need validation. But on the other hand, I am uncomfortable about it and I don’t know how to make that clear. I just think my therapist is way too emotional. Way too empathetic. And way too on my side! I mean, I know I’ve been gaslighted to believe everyone should be mean to me, but I need someone who is unfeeling. Someone who will give me scientific explanations. I’ve been kinda wanting to break up with my therapist :/ Which sucks because I love him so much. And part of it is me. Because I just don’t know how to deal with someone who sees me for me. I only know how to deal with people who make me the butt of the joke or something like that. I’m not used to people being so nice to me and it freaks me out and it makes me uncomfortable. And I know I shouldn’t feel guilty about it. But idk what to do. Also, my therapist is good at taking this into accountability, but it is different to have a white therapist when I’m not white. And he’s like super aware of racial differences, super understanding. And sometimes I just feel like I need a person of color therapist you know. Maybe not straight up filipino because you know pinoys are judgemental and hella religious. But at least just another person of color and a woman, so we’re all on the same page. Like, my therapist is an openly gay trans man and you could not ask for a better sense of open mindedness and a radical stance on politics. But, I am already so emotional. My therapist cannot be more emotional than me. It makes me feel like I have to retaliate and so then I become unfeeling. 
And also, the thing about therapy is that your therapist is always gonna be on your side. I was talking to Sas about what Coco’s therapy is like and it’s true, you can just straight up lie the whole time. And that’s probably what Coco is doing. She is doing her mother teresa act, crying her crocodile tears and her therapist has to buy it, her therapist has to be on her side and tell her the things she thinks she wants to hear. But her therapist is missing a huge chunk of Coco herself because therapists will only ever get your side of your story. I have probably hurt a lot of people too, and it’s not supposed to matter to your therapist. But sometimes I just wish it would so I could know how much of a shitty person I am. The way Coco’s therapist would never tell her. I wanna know all the bad things about me. A stranger just can’t know that about you because ofc I’m seemingly nice, and so are the thoughts that come out of my mouth and into my therapists’ ear. Ofc, he’s not gonna tell me all the bad things about myself. Ofc it’s just me finding new ways to hate myself even when I try to get better about it... Sometimes tho I feel as if I don’t even need therapy when I know so much shit already. But that’s just me being cocky and stupid... Anyway, idk! Imma just ride it out. I still have writing. And I still have my podcast and other creative endeavors. 
Actually, you know what I think this is me just like dealing with the fact that therapy is really that hard. I mean, you tell everyone to go to therapy but it’s only if theyre willing to work at it. Because it is a constant constant battle. And it’s never gonna be easy. And it’s so hard for me to like not feel bummed out about it because life is so hard. And then sometimes I just feel like there is no hope at all. Even when I put myself in a position to see that there is.. 
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Voices of the FGC: Andre/Dream Boy Purple of Skullgirls Latin American (SG LATAM)
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Over the last five years, Skullgirls has been the “Lil’ Darling” of the Indie movement in Fighting Games. It the game that’s thrived when people said it was “dead”, multiple setbacks, from its former publisher, and various other hay-makers that come with its game development. Through all of that though, it has not only survived, but grown. Now as the actual final patch for the game comes out, the current call for the game, it’s a good time to look back and see it lasting effect on the fighting game landscape. I sat down with a friend of mine, Andre/Dream Boy Purple, who was the lead organizer for SG LATAM, a Skullgirls Latin American group, for his thoughts on Skullgirls, its effect on him, and his organization.
Vice’s Assistant: Alright let's start off with your name for the folks who don't know and what you do with Skullgirls?
Andre/Dream Boy Purple: Name is André, well basically I created and have been running SG LATAM a Latin American focused community for Skullgirls, as well as trying to use the group itself as a medium to spread the word of SG on other LATAM communities.
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VA: How did you find out about Skullgirls?
Andre: Well, back in the day of 2011, I happened to stumble upon a trailer for Double, a character in the game before the game came out. It honestly left me pretty surprised: just the sight of the animation was pretty cool on itself, but it also looked like a really fun fighting game, especially considering I was into Marvel at the time. It was a no brainer (sic) that I soon got it for the 360 when it released.
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VA: And when you first got the game, did it just "click" with you, or did that just come on later down the line?
Andre: Ha ha, that's actually a curious question. When I first got the game, I had my fun with it, but I guess there were a bunch of things that I didn't really enjoy with it. Things like the speed, the constant touch of death combos, the animation having to display the hitboxes for it to run smoothly, and even the netcode even though it was still rollback. It was in a rougher state than the one we have now, I endend (sic) up playing it casually during that time and no thinking much about it.
VA: After you spent time with it though, when did things start to feel like "I really dig this game"?
Andre: That was way down the line, after the whole fiasco with Reverge Labs having to dismantle and reform into Lab Zero, and the launching of their crowdfunding campaign. I started to take interest in the game again after all there were a lot of things that were issues of mine adressed (sic) on the game since then like the speed or balance patches (we didn't get those on the 360 at the time sadly), plus new characters and a PC port after hearing that I made up my mind of giving the game a second chance and ended up falling in love with it then.
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VA: Nice. I kind of started to dig the game after I've spent time with a few months later. Skullgirls was my "burnout" game after I would do long sets in SSF IV AE. After a while started fooling around with Fortune and started to realized I like her rush down stuff...even though I was probably abusing some of her nasty damage stuff she had in Vanilla Skullgirls.
Andre: Yeah, damage was kinda ridiculous in vainilla (sic) I remember seeing some videos of Severin back in the day of him killing characters anywhere on the screen with just one bar.
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Couldn’t find a combo of Severine killing with one bar but here’s a 100% combo. These were common (and annoying) in Vanilla Skullgirls.
VA: I couldn't do that kind of stuff, and still can't, but I remember basically using the head to trip someone, going to rekkas, blockbuster. It was super easy to do and boy howdy you could get some nice chunks of damage off.
Moving forward, what in you decided that you wanted to foster your local community to get more people into the game?
Andre: Well when I really started to get into the game once again I started wanting to play more against people and Quick Match did only so much. So I searched around forums and Facebook groups for a LATAM community only to find out there were really none. I found a couple that talked about the game, it's (sic) lore, and played casually but not really one focused to compete with each other. So I quickly took action into it. After all if you want something done you should do it yourself. I created a very basic logo in PS and started a FB group which I tried to promote constantly to friends and in FGC groups. Thinking back to it, it was probably annoying for them to see me do that but I was determined. Ha ha.
VA: Since starting it, how has thing’s gone?
Andre: Well it has been growing pretty nicely and steadily. We're around 600-700 unique members between the FB, Discord, and Steam groups. The Discord is pretty active every day and people are constantly talking and playing on it. We got an actual logo for our group and not just a photoshopped SG logo. We have done plenty of tournaments now under the name "Trifulca en el Ring" with custom flyers for each edition. We've also since have partnered up with Arcade Rumble (a FGC Latin American group) and they have helped us do things like have better production streams, bigger audience to announce our stuff, and in ocassions (sic) even give out money prizes for our tournaments.
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VA: Beyond just the SG LA community, how do you think Skullgirls has grown within the last 5 years? The prevailing joke is "Skullgirls is dead," but the truth is the opposite: Skullgirls is one of Steam's best selling fighting games (CORRECTION: Skullgirl is not one Steam’s best selling fighting games, far from it, but there are a lot more people who have then you think) , showings a plenty tournies, and even a "mini" convention at AX in Phoenix, AZ  (Correction AX is in Los Angeles, California, not Phoenix, AZ).
Andre: The SGC (Skullgirls Community) has grown a lot, right now we have things like the Skullgirls Tour which is basically or own version of CPT or KI's world cup with 12 tournaments both offline and online. A lot of people have also joined through the PC community, thanks to it being a complete steal at just 15 bucks for the game, having one of the if not the smoothest online in a fighting game beautiful animation, great gameplay, and the low specs it has. You see new people trying out the game constantly, be it the Skullheart* or Steam forums, as well as in the SG LATAM community. We get people who are new all the time and it also helps the abundance of helpful people and events that are run online by the community. Things like Skullbats, Monday Night Blockbusters, SG Brazil weeklies, and even our own "Trifulca en el Ring" series just goes to show that SG was never or ever will be dead. You'll always have people to play with, you just gotta look for them.
VA: With the last patch finally out, do you feel the game has finally reached its ideal state? Or are there things to feel still need worked on?
Andre: Well considering how Mike Z is, he will always find something to work on, but as it stands, the game is really balanced to the point where tier list are pretty universaly (sic) thought as a matter of opinion, and even then there isn't that much of a diff (sic) from the bottom to the top. Considering SG is pretty unique with it's (sic) focus on resets, I think in it's (sic) current state it will pass the test of time just fine.
VA: What do you think Skullgirls' lasting legacy will be?
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Andre: That a community and it's game can last and grow as long as they keep pouring love into it. There's only so many big tournaments for SG (biggest being Combo Breaker) since the whole EVO ordeal of 2013, and barely losing to Smash SG hasn't really been a mainstream fighting game at all. Which to my eyes only makes more impressive what it has been able to acomplish (sic) thanks to the developer support and the constant effort by the community to run events; making tech, helping the devs find bugs, the community being so inclusive. I think SG will still be played many years from now, and until the eventual SG 2, I doubt the constant income of players will slow down anytime soon.
VA: Finally, do you have any advice for people still timid about getting into Skullgirls?
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Andre: Well SG is a fighting game, and like any of them, it's not easy to get to certain competitive level. That's the first fact that you have to accept but there's so many resources and people willing to help: on Discord and the Skullheart forums as well as groups targeted towards new players that you'll have people around your level to play against. A lot of people get discouraged because they jump online first thing, and they get massacred since SG is a fast game, and also focused heavily on resets. Even people with past fighting game experience have a hard time when they first play against experienced people, but it really doesn't take that long to get the hang of it, and SG having such an amazing training mode also helps. To sum it up, I know it may seem overwhelming now, but there's so many people willing to help you, and it really is worth it to form (sic) part of such an amazing community.
VA: One last thing: Where can people reach you and be a part of SG LATAM?
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Andre: People can reach me personally through my Tumblr or Twitter
http://dreamboypurple.tumblr.com/
https://twitter.com/DreamBoyPurple
For SG LATAM they can reach either through our (sic) FB group or Discord, Discord being the more active one of the 2
https://www.facebook.com/groups/SGLATAM
To both Andre for the interview and Yahoo’s E-sports’ Michael Martin (https://twitter.com/Bizarro_Mike) for advice with interviews
You can also watch Andre attempt to go against the world in a 100-man quick match kumite in Skullgirls today at 6 CDT on his Twitch channel:
https://www.twitch.tv/dreamboypurple
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