boldly black

Because I haven’t written anything in days, and I am quite stuck, and I just wanted to write something, so it’s CC which means it’ll get lots of secret hits (I see y’all), but at the very least I’ll have written something. Fair warning, this fic involves someone with a slight hearing disability and I am not deaf, so if I’ve gotten something wrong, please tell me! Trigger warning for vague descriptions of violence, minor character death, and PTSD. Happy CC Friday! Tagging the crew. @mahstatins @phiralovesloki @thejollypirate @pritkins-little-witch @the-reason-to-sail-home

+ The last thing he hears with any degree of acceptable functionality is that of a high-pitched ringing, accompanied very briefly by the nauseating crunch of his own bones. That eerie, high-pitched echo had vibrated within the walls of his head as if he were a tuning fork. In an odd, dissociative moment he saw himself drawn in the image of a Saturday morning cartoon. His own body boldly outlined in black, the normally drab color of his uniform practically alive with bright, living color. The sound itself was not dissimilar to the many times he had foolishly stood far too close to the shit speakers at a punk show in someone’s grimy basement. And Robin, ever the reliable man, had always gleefully reminded him that he would never experience the joy of hearing at that frequency ever again.

“Who knows,” he’d say on a laugh, “maybe you’ll actually be able to sing on key now.”

Answering with a vulgar yell (because he couldn’t quite discern the volume of his own voice), “Get fucked, mate. Truly.”

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A Night In

A/N: This is lengthy and a little bit different. I hope you like it! Let me know if you have any requests :) I have a bit more free time in the near future and plan on writing at least a few things.

You decided to wait until the next morning to respond to Spencer’s text, knowing you’d both be up entirely too late talking or planning if you responded that night. You kept having to remind yourself that you’d just met him, because you already felt so comfortable with him, he’d met your friends and he’d texted you right after the best date of your entire life. Spencer Reid felt like he’d been written into your life at the perfect moment- school was going well and you had a handle on friendships and even were ahead on internship applications.

You couldn’t help grinning when your alarm went off - there was already another text from Spencer that read Good morning, I really did have a wonderful time with you last night. I hope you don’t suffer for it today!

You noted that you had a slight headache- probably from being tired and not drinking enough water last night. You quickly responded I had a great time with you, too. Don’t worry, nothing too bad on my end. How are you feeling? before downing a glass of water and showering quickly. When you returned, with one towel on wrapped around your head and one wrapped around your body, you read My head’s felt better, but my heart hasn’t which immediately made you smile and cringe a little bit. Before you could figure how to respond, another text from Spencer appeared Please pretend I’d said “My head’s felt better, but no regrets”. You shook your head with a smile, but decided to give him that.

 You texted him a little as you got ready for the day, and by the time you left the house, you had plans to go to his place after you were finished with class and he was done with work since neither of you wanted to go out again but you wanted to see one another. You were more than happy to get out of Foggy Bottom and he had boasted about a large movie selection and promised dinner. When class got out around 4pm, you went home to leave your things and change. You could not believe how excited you were to spend a night talking to Spencer and watching movies and doing whatever he was up for, really, which was most surprising.

 You wondered how much effort you should but in, but didn’t want to be uncomfortable or seem like you were trying too hard. You settled on lacy black panties and a matching bra under leggings, a white tank top and an open front purple cardigan. Some of the black lace peaked through around the straps of the cardigan and you put on just enough makeup to cover up your lack of sleep and make your eyes look big and awake. You added a raspberry stain to your lips and let your hair fall over your shoulders, finishing off with socks and the same black boots. Boldly, you decided to pack some makeup and a toothbrush as well as roll together a t-shirt and another pair of leggings into the bag you always carried. You didn’t plan on sleeping with him tonight, but maybe you’d still sleep over.

 You went to a nearby liquor store and bought a bottle of wine Spencer had given you his address, so you called an Uber and got there in record time. It was just after 5:30pm when you made your way to his building. The man at front desk looked truly surprised when you mentioned you were there to see Spencer Reid, but he simply said, “beautiful girl, be gentle with him.” which you were certainly not expecting.

 And you were definitely not expecting to find the door slightly open and hear conversation. For a moment you wondered if you had the wrong apartment number, but then you could make out Spencer’s voice.

 “Like this?” he asked, a little hesitantly.

 “Exactly! Never thought I’d see the day,” came a gruffer Italian accent. Whoever it was sounded pleased. They couldn’t hear you knocking, so you made your way in, placing your bag and shoes at the door.

 “Um, I hope I’m not interrupting anything!” you said cautiously when neither man heard your enough to turn around. Spencer turned immediately and froze, blushing deeper than you’d seen him. The other man, who was older and had dark hair and facial hair, stepped toward you.

“Bellisima!” he declared, enveloping you in a hug, which you returned warmly. He smelled of spices and slightly of cigar smoke.

“Rossi!!” Spencer called, when you’d perhaps been embracing for a beat longer than he liked. The man- Rossi?- laughed and took a step back.

“My name’s David, Bellisima,” he introduced.

“Oh! David Rossi! Spencer speaks so highly of you. I’m Y/N, it’s so lovely to meet you. Are you staying for dinner?” Rossi seemed to consider it; he had been dying to meet the girl that was worth Spencer trying to cook. One look from Spencer, however, killed that plan. Based on Spencer’s actions, there would be time for introductions at a later date.

“Unfortunately, I’m on my way to my own dinner plans and just stopped by to help Spencer with a few touches for dinner. We’ll all get together soon!” Rossi said, kissing your cheek; he was gone before you or Spencer could say anything else.

With Rossi gone, Spencer finally came forward to greet you. He was shy, as he had been yesterday, but his eyes followed the line of your body as he stepped forward. You smirked internally, very happy with the reaction. Spencer himself was wearing flannel pjs and a gray Henley- looking extremely casual and comfortable. It crossed your mind that he had intended to change and had expected more time by the way he glanced at his own attire, but you thought he looked adorable.

Understanding your role was to be bolder than he was, you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, feeling surprisingly strong in the way he held you to him for a moment. You were on your tippy toes, and used the angle to your advantage, pulling back to kiss him softly but not briefly. You continued to kiss him until he broke the kiss, eyes wide, lips slightly berry stained and face flushed.

“Hi…Y/N” he all but whispered and you smiled. You broke away from him and went into the kitchen where the two of you chatted comfortably- as if that kiss had not just happened- as the food finished cooking. You were surprised when Spencer came up directly behind you and reached above your head to get wine glasses instead of asking you to step aside. You used the moment to spin around and kiss him again, which caused him to nearly drop the glasses. He steadied himself wildly and you couldn’t help but laugh. He, too, burst into a fit of laughter that trailed off happily. A moment later, he handed you a glass of delicious white wine.  

Dinner was delicious and accompanied by a couple more classes of wine. Before long, you and Spencer had made your way to the couch and your head was in his lap as he looked down at you. You tried not to focus too intently on how taut his pajamas felt, but you must not have been doing the best job because he blushed and tried to apologize. You were having none of that, crawling into his lap and kissing him again. This time, his arms made their way around you and you sucked in his bottom lip, rolling it lightly between your teeth. Before you could take things any further, Spencer pulled away. He looked torn, embarrassed and…upset? Oh god, had you done something stupid.

“Y/N, I..I..really can’t believe I’m about to say this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known, and you’re sweet and funny and kind. You make me feel like I’ve known you forever, when we really met yesterday, but…” you braced yourself for the worst- he wasn’t into you, he had a girlfriend, he was leaving the country, he only had two months to live, he really just wasn’t into you- “I…I like to take things um…very slowly…in terms of anything more um..physical than this…” he looked at you as if he expected you to laugh in his face and leave. Instead, you nuzzled in closer.

“Spencer, I haven’t told anyone who doesn’t need to know this, but I have only ever been fully physical with one person and that was a few years ago. I love to kiss and cuddle and be close but…sex is really important to me and I’m happy to move as slowly as you want.” In reality, you’d assumed this is what anyone in his position would expect quickly and you liked him too much not to want to be physical with him. Waiting, however, was anything but a problem.

You only caught a glimpse of the relief in his eyes before his lips crashed back into yours. You spent the next seven hours on the couch- movies played, a second bottle of wine was opened and you kept each other intrigued with stories and questions. You heard about his past heartbreak, and he heard of yours. You talked about families, pets, ambitions for the future- anything was allowed. By midnight, you felt as if you had honestly known this man forever. Already, you didn’t want to think about not knowing him. Spencer finally glanced up at the clock around 12:30.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t realize it was so late. Do you, um, are you going to…” you expected him to say head out, but he said, “Stay here tonight?” You knew he didn’t date often or like to share space- he’d told you as much.

“If you want me, here I am.”

“Y/N…I really think I could get used to that.”

And that night, you both slept more peacefully than you had in months, basking in the warm of one another and your fateful meeting.

Chapter 148: ALL my HAPPINESS

Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification. Remember, NO SPOILERS PLEASE, in the comments or anywhere on this account. I have not finished the novel. I stopped reading for now so I can translate. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated. (◎ヮ◎)

WELCOME to my favorite chapter in all of  Book One 。゚( ゚இ‸இ゚)゚。 Yes, this chapter redefines everything!!

Rated: Bawling

As always, THANK YOU for reading and enjoying the journey with our  boys in LOVE:

GU HAI & BAI LUO YIN

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你丫上瘾了

Chapter 148: ALL my HAPPINESS

On the road back home, Gu Hai casually asked Bai Luo Yin: “What do you want to eat?”

Bai Luo Yin thought about it for awhile, but even then, nothing came to mind. So he simply blurted out, “Anything is fine!”

“Do you want to eat noodles?”

A sign of distress colored Bai Luo Yin’s face. His brows scrunched together, creating wrinkles that spoke of his silent disapproval, “Can’t we eat something different? Since I moved back to your place, nine out of ten days, we’ve been eating noodles.”

Gu Hai was happily tapping his hand on the steering wheel rhythmically. He quickly glanced at Bai Luo Yin with a smile brushing gently around the corner of his lips: “This time it’s different. Before, we’ve always bought instant noodles and cook it as is, but this time, I will personally knead and roll the dough.”

Bai Luo Yin eyes slightly widen before he painfully casted them toward the car’s floor mate before shutting them, then after what seemed like the longest time, he reopened his eyes again.

“How about we just buy the instant noodles instead?”

Taking another glance at Bai Luo Yin somewhat pleading appearance, Gu Hai remained unperturbed and insisted on keeping up with his previous statement. Bai Luo Yin simply sighs, caving in since he didn’t want to attack or wound Gu Hai’s enthusiasm. If he had known earlier that it was going to be like this, he would have given Gu Hai a clear cut and precise answer when he has asked him what he wanted to eat a moment ago.

I want to eat this and that is what I should’ve said. That way, it would’ve cut off all his evil intents.

Just as the two arrive home, the position of the sun clearly indicated that it was time for lunch. A sweet aroma of freshly cook food floated around in the hallway toward their apartment. Simply sniffing other people’s home cooked meals made Bai Luo Yin a bit reluctant to enter the front door of their apartment.

Gu Hai, on the other hand, was brimming with joy and expectations as he entered the kitchen.

While waiting for food to be prepared, Bai Luo Yin sat in the living room, playing some games on the computer. He glanced towards the kitchen when he heard loud noises of inconceivable imagination travelled from the kitchen into his now tingling ears. He could not help but feel terrified as he listened to those noises continue to pervade the apartment. From time to time, he wanted to sneak toward the kitchen to take a quick look, afraid that Gu Hai was not being careful and had already stabbed himself in the neck with the vegetable knife.

“Yin Zi!”

Hearing Gu Hai called out for him, Bai Luo Yin quickly put his laptop down and walked toward the kitchen a bit anxious.

The door in front of him was closed which urged Bai Luo Yin to push it open. With just one look, he was immediately scared. His skin felt as though it wanted to run off in another direction.

The sink, the cutting board, the stove, the cabinet of plates……everything was all covered with flour. Gu Hai’s clothes, shoes, neck, face……were all horrendously painted with white flour. Only the bowl that ‘supposedly’ contained the flour was not covered in flour or showed sign that it once had any substance in it.

“You……what did you call me for?” his voice faltered as he turned to look at Gu Hai.

Gu Hai swayed both of his big hands back and forth, displaying the two well kneaded dough, that looked as though it was about to swallow his hands whole. Beaming with happiness, he happily said: “I wanted you to have a look. I’ve kneaded and brought the dough to life.”

Bai Luo Yin, “………”

By the time Bai Luo Yin returned to the kitchen again, Gu Hai had already started to cook the noodles. Looking at the remaining noodles on the kitchen counter, Bai Luo Yin cannot help but to be surprise at the final outcome. Although it was a little thick, it really was long and stringy. His eyes brightened up with invisible sparks, revealing the pleasantness that settled on his face.

Wow! It’s really noodles! It’s not starchy it’s not lumpy, it’s not dough……it’s really noodles!

Bai Luo Yin picked up a string and pinched it in half between the tip of his fingers.

Gu Hai coldly explained: “What are you foolishly doing? Why are holding the noodles like that?”

“Seriously, is there really a particular way to hold noodles huh?” retorted Bai Luo Yin unconvinced, “Every time I’ve seen Aunt Zou holding it, she’s very casual about it and even then, it doesn’t break!”

Gu Hai’s sharp tiger eyes was trenched with a raging wild fire as he glared at him, “In the eyes of onlookers like you, Aunt Zou is just casually holding them, only experienced and talented people like us, understand the way to hold them! Do you see? This is the right way to hold the noodles.”

After saying that, he gently put one strand of noodle in the palm of his hand, then with utmost care, he placed it in the pan. Unexpectedly, as he placed one end of the noodle into the pan, the other end was still stuck to his palm. The noodle was shorter than twenty centimeters, yet it still broke apart in the middle.

Gu Hai’s face became slightly embarrassed.

Seeing his face like that, Bai Luo Yin slapped his shoulder, “I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

Having said that, he walked out of the kitchen.

Behind him, Gu Hai shouted, “Hey! Come back here, that demonstration just now was not good!”

The family’s downstairs meal smells really good……

The second he shut the windows, Bai Luo Yin almost jumped out of the window.

Ten minutes passed by once more. Guessing that it was more or less done, Bai Luo Yin knocked on the kitchen door again, “Done yet?”

Inside, Gu Hai was frantically coughing, so he didn’t hear the loud knocks on the door at all.

Not hearing any reply, Bai Luo Yin pushed the door open himself.

A thick cloud of smoke was surging around inside and Gu Hai, himself, was practically hidden within it. He stood in front of the gas stove with the handle of the frying pan tightly in one hand, while waving around a big ladle in the other. The fire beneath the pan has become a raging flare, leaving a black semi burnt stain on the front of Gu Hai’s clothes.

“What are you doing?” Bai Luo Yin squeezed out between coughs as the smoke pulled him into the midst of it.

Gu Hai looked as though he didn’t hear him and continued to boldly fry the black substance in the pan.

Is it possible that he’s making the sauce for it?

Bai Luo Yin pondered on this, while at the same time, looked around for the noodles. After searching for quite a while, he still could not find it.

Finally, he found a small bowl of closely packed lumpy dough. There were small and big ones; the big ones were the size of a thumb while the small ones were only as big as a fingernail. There was no need to further explanations, these were definitely the noodles that Gu Hai had cooked.

“I’ve changed my mind!” exclaimed Gu Hai excitedly as he gave Bai Luo Yin a quick glimpse. His eyes were bursting with enthusiasm as if a breath of new life has been inserted into him.

It was only then that Bai Luo Yin discovered that Gu Hai’s entire face was blackened and a small section of his eyebrows were missing.

“Didn’t you say you were tired of eating noodles? Today, we’re not going to eat noodles. Instead, we’ll be eating fried dumpling knots*1!”

Bai Luo Yin, “………”

The sun has finally decided to rest as it made way for the moon to take its place up high in the unending heaven. The faint lingering lilac sky finally faded into the shadows before it was under siege by stars that seemed to lighten the night. This never-ending darkness crawled into their silent place and consumed them under its thick blanket.

In this cold and awe-inspiring darkness, Bai Luo Yin awoken with drowsy eyes to find Gu Hai leaning against the headboard of the bed, smoking a cigarette. The side of his grave and stern face was lit up by a brilliant halo of light casted from the nightstand beside the bed. Although a forbidding air painted his face, the light upon in revealed an ineffable serenity that seek to remain unspoken. The ashtray sitting soundlessly on the short bedside cabinet was piled up in a high mountain of cigarette stubs.

Who knew how long he has been awakened.

Bai Luo Yin remembered clearly that they had lie down to sleep together. And even before they had fallen asleep, Gu Hai’s face was kissed with a roguish and mischievous smile which spoke of sexual innuendos.

Now, he has completely changed into another person.

Sensing the person beside him moving around, Gu Hai pinched the cigarette stub, putting it out. He turned his head slightly to the side and let his eyes fall on Bai Luo Yin’s form. “You’ve awaken?”

“You didn’t sleep all along?”

Gu Hai faintly said: “No, I just woke up a moment ago.”

Bai Luo Yin dragged his sleepy body back, sat up and leaned against the headboard. He extended his hand, hinting to Gu Hai, “Give me one.”

“Don’t smoke. If you do, you won’t be able to sleep afterwards.”

Bai Luo Yin rolled his eyes then shot Gu Hai a quick glance, “Then, why are you still smoking?”

“I’m addicted.”

Not listening to a single word he said, Bai Luo Yin crossed the upper portion of his body over Gu Hai’s lap. With his buttocks sticking up in the air, he stretched his hand over toward the bedside cabinet and grab a cigarette.

Taking advantage of this grand opportunity, Gu Hai groped Bai Luo Yin’s butt, feeling the firm yet supple muscle. Bai Luo Yin on the other hand, was indifferent to it, seeming as though he didn’t care about this sexual endeavor. After grabbing the cigarette, he lit it up and blew smoke out from the side of his mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” ask Bai Luo Yin, stealing a side glance at him.

Lightly closing his eyes, an indecent smile wormed its way onto the corners of Gu Hai’s lips. “Say, why did the noodles break when it was cooked?”

Bai Luo Yin narrowed his earthen eyes at Gu Hai, “The reason you’re not sleeping is because you’re thinking about this in the middle of the night?”

Gu Hai remained silent, not saying anything.

The room sunk into a silent tranquility. And, this looming silence was like a poison for them, in that void of sound, the unknown direction of their conversation was laid bare.

Any moment now the cigarette was quickly going to die out, and only then did Bai Luo Yin opened his mouth and asked., “Are you thinking about your mom?”

Under that gleaming reflections of light beneath the nightstand, Gu Hai once roaming pupils, sorrowfully became stagnant. It was as if, a cloud of misty haze had suddenly frozen up, to the point that even the temperature surrounding him declined to an unnatural degree.

Bai Luo Yin nipped the stub of the cigarette, and faintly said: “I’ve discovered, when you’re really in pain, you always like to endure it by yourself. However, only until you aren’t suffering anymore, you’ll come and pretend to be pitiful in front of me.”

Gu Hai’s entire body stiffened, refusing to budge.

In that silent and unwavering moment, Bai Luo Yin’s arms stretched over. He wanted to, with all his heart, to pull and take Gu Hai into his arms to embrace him, but Gu Hai’s body hardened with much effort, refusing to be held.

In truth, he was unable to move his body.

In the end, Bai Luo Yin, himself, slightly leaned toward Gu Hai before he took the initiative to face Gu Hai’s thin lips and kissed it.

His warm lips were met with coldness and as he parted his lips, a slight chill pervaded between their lips and teeth.

There was no need for anything to be spoken or be disclosed between them, Bai Luo Yin knew all along that Gu Hai had already sat alone for a really…really long time, in this once silent room.

He held Gu Hai tightly, firmly, almost desperately in his arm while using his own thin lips to pass to him, all the warmth that was circulating within his own breath, within his own body. He let this warm kiss continue until Gu Hai’s body gradually relaxed, and willingly let all the weight from his body press on him.

Bai Luo Yin’s back kissed the cool bed sheet while his chest stitched tightly with Gu Hai’s.

With his arms still wrapped strongly on Gu Hai’s chilled body, Bai Luo Yin’s fingers almost met each other around his firm back, almost desperately digging into him as if to absorb him into his own body.

The entanglement of emotions that holed up in Bai Luo Yin’s tightened chest, too, gradually restore its normality.

The last remaining glimmer of light from the nightstand was blotted out by total darkness as the two nakedly hugged each other. After what seemed like an eternity well needed, Bai Luo Yin’s hand moved towards the top of Gu Hai’s head. His trembling hand, gently caressed and stroke Gu Hai’s hair.

Something like this was not what Bai Luo Yin was used to, that is, this seldom tenderness.

“I don’t know what I should say to you. You already know, I’m not really good with words.”

Gu Hai lazily smiled and warmly looked at Bai Luo Yin with eyes drowned in the colors that represented love and affection.

“Then, can’t you just break that rule for once and say something nice to me?”

Bai Luo Yin asked seriously, “What do you want to hear?”

With that, Gu Hai pretended to think about it for a while before opening his mouth to say: “I want to hear you say, hubby you’re awesome!”

Just hearing that caused Bai Luo Luo Yin to knee Gu Hai in the crotch.

Gu Hai couldn’t help but to groan into the slight pain that was searing in his nether region. His groan was so pretentious, anyone who heard it could easily draw out his current his emotional state.

“You have me.”

Gu Hai’s hands that were gently caressing Bai Luo Yin’s warm back suddenly came to a halt.

A moment later, Bai Luo Yin softly repeated those words once again, “It’s okay, you have me.”

It was in this unspeakable moment, Gu Hai’s cold and crystallized heart, thoroughly……completely, softened all at once. It felt as though the bottom of his heart was being flooded with an overwhelming, unwavering wave of emotions that he, himself, was unable to control.

It was as if time ceased, as if his breath was taken away from him, as if in this world nothing else exist. There was nothing in this world that could give him more comfort than those three words.

At the stage in his life, when he was at his lowest, feeling helpless, lost, pain and suffered……he had always thought that he would forever hide alone in that lonely, desolate and empty room, licking his own wound. However, against all expectations, those three words broke through the gate where all his sorrowful memories and pain, deeply reside.

All the grievance and unwillingness poured out at that moment. Even though he could not bear to touch upon that weak corner of his soul, he could already feel two hands tightly holding on to him.

Gu Hai lightly bit Bai Luo Yin’s warm lips that were sweetly sealed on his.

In that split second, feeling the slight pain, Bai Luo Yin pulled his tongue and swept it across his lips, there was a hint of sexual arousal sitting at the tip of his tongue.

A second later, waves of heavy breathing transmitted from within the quilt.

“Does it hurt?” Gu Hai leaned toward the side of Bai Luo Yin’s ear and asked, whilst this chin practically rested on said boy’s shoulder. Bai Luo Yin gently turned his head to the side and sweetly kissed Gu Hai’s warm neck. His lips could feel the blooding rushing about in the thick vein beneath it.

All the pain and suffering once within your embrace has become unworthy. All the sorrow once within your comfort quietly disappears into the distance.

Finally, using a bit of strength, Gu Hai bit into Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder.

“Yin Zi, I only have you. You are all my happiness.”

Bai Luo Yin gritted his teeth and bore the pain. He could vividly feel the heavy weight of that love carving into his heart, taking over and consuming his mind.

“Don’t leave me.” Gu Hai managed to roar out in low voice from within his tightened throat.

The pleading sound in his voice rained on Bai Luo Yin and entered his chest, causing him to tremble, almost violently. He gripped firmly on Gu Hai’s hair as if afraid to lose him to the night, before he desperately let out, ‘okay.’

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Translator’s Note:

*1 面疙瘩 miàn gēda – fried dumpling knots: similar to Gnocchi or German Spaetzles, miàn gēda is made from very soft flour dough and dropped in various delicious soups. It is a Northern Chinese specialty; many eaten this for breakfast or comfort noodle type soup.

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Ghoul Restaurant [Oikawa, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Kyoutani x Reader]

ADMIN ZENITH IS BACK! Sorta.

Sorry this took so long to write!! (School’s been stressful lately.) I’m definitely okay with writing this kind of stuff~ I hope you like it! I had to tweak a few things with the request, though; one of the things about the Ghoul Restaurant is that membership is strict and only members can dine there. While I cannot imagine Iwaizumi or Kyoutani to be members (they’d be busting in instead ;D), I can imagine Oikawa and Kuroo being members. So I wrote it like that!

Because Ghoul Restaurant members are named using letters, I gave them the following names (based on their nicknames):

Oikawa - GK (Grand King)
Kuroo - SC (Scheming Captain)

(Note: the Ghoul Restaurant member who approached the reader to lure them to the restaurant is a random one.)

Man I spent a long time on this one @_@ I guess it’s to make up for my absence. Hope you enjoy!

(Order of scenarios: Oikawa, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Kyoutani.)

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Divan Japonais (1892-1893). Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (French, 1864-1901). Color lithograph. Chicago: Smart Museum of Art.

Advertises a Parisian nightclub known for its pseudo-Japanese décor. The singer Jane Avril occupies the center, her orange hair contrasting boldly with the black silhouette of her body. Together, the curvilinear yellow chair, Avril’s crumpled handbag, and the beard and cane of her companion, the writer Édouard Dujardin, create a pattern of flat colored shapes.

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The Lunenburg Academy by Irena
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The Lunenburg Academy, built between 1893-1895, is a massive, three-storey wooden Victorian building in the eclectic tradition, boldly painted in red, black and white in the town of Lunenburg, NS. It still functions as a public school for the primary level, and it is surrounded by an open playground area. It is located in a key location at the top of Gallows Hill, and is visible from most viewpoints when approaching Lunenburg.

When it looks as if you had made up your mind finally to stay at home for the evening, when you have put on your house jacket and sat down after supper with a light on the table to the piece of work or the game that usually precedes your going to bed, when the weather outside is unpleasant so that staying indoors seems natural, and when you have already been sitting quietly at the table for so long that your departure must occasion surprise to everyone, when, besides, the stairs are in darkness and the front door locked, and in spite of all that you have started up in a sudden fit of restlessness, changed your jacket, abruptly dressed yourself for the street, explained that you must go out and with a few curt words of leave-taking actually gone out, banging the flat door more or less hastily according to the degree of displeasure you think you have left behind you, and when you find yourself once more in the street with limbs swinging extra freely in answer to the unexpected liberty you have procured for them, when as a result of this decisive action you feel concentrated within yourself all the potentialities of decisive action, when you recognize with more than usual significance that your strength is greater than your need to accomplish effortlessly the swiftest of changes and to cope with it, when in this frame of mind you go striding down the long streets — then for that evening you have completely got away from your family, which fades into insubstantiality, while you yourself, a firm, boldly drawn black figure, slapping yourself on the thigh, grow to your true stature. All this is still heightened if at such a late hour in the evening you look up a friend to see how he is getting on.
—  The Sudden Walk, Franz Kafka

estrogengonewild  asked:

Kat.I will apologize cz I admit that I didnt read your posts/watch ur YouTube vids in their entirety. You def do problematize the issue and add depth and complexity to it. My reaction was a general one that I now realize was fucked up. I happened to scroll by ur post while in those feelings. Im not white but do disagree with a lot of the vitriol and spewing on tumblr. I do think the whole I dread bc the fucking Vikings did is a sham but so is the whole dreads belong solely to black people

I couldn’t be bothered to locate the fuck to give about you not being white. Anti-blackness is not specific to just white people. In fact, anti-blackness is something that has helped many non black poc seek favor with white society. So you not being white actually doesn’t mean jack shit to me. As far as I’m concerned, you’re an entitled person who felt the need to bother me during this small space of time my ask box is open. You looked at the color of my skin and assumed I held a position that I didn’t. So as far as I’m concerned, you can go fuck yourself.

You need to sit with yourself and examine why you had the reaction that you had. It’s anti-blackness within you rearing it’s ugly, uncombed, unkempt head. You put more time into words directed at me than you did actually listening to what I was saying. Because in truth, you don’t value my words because of my race. I see right through you boo-you can keep your apology. 

I don’t care what anyone says, I highly doubt that anyone in America or, i’d even go as far as to say, around the world dreads their hair without seeing inspiration in black people or people who initially took inspiration from black people. The term “owning” is  a loaded term when it comes to this conversation and it, again, highlights your ignorance (those who do not know should remain silent). The hardlined reality is that even the term “dreadlocks” is seething with anti-blackness as it highlights white society’s aversion to african textured hair (dreadful locks). 

At the end of the day, I firmly believe that if you’re going to dread your hair, then you should observe and understand the conversation around black hair. If you don’t care, I wouldn’t advise you to do that shit to your head. Because to me people who dread their hair without giving any sort of consideration to how black people have been impacted negatively by Eurocentric beauty standards  and that the reason why it is so “unique” for white people to dread their hair is that it is a direct rejection of those standards.

It doesn’t frustrate me or necessarily offend me that white people dread their hair. It upsets me that white people dread their hair and don’t understand the political and social  connotations behind it. I have had way way way too many conversations with racist, sexist, transphobic white men with dreads to not notice a super alarming trend of very politically unaware white people with dreads who turn around and feel the needs to tell black people how to feel about their hair and what they are entitled to doing with their hair. 

Now i know you’re not going to read this as, like many people who waste my time, you’re not interested in actually hearing what I have to say- you want to simply see your drivel on my blog. Well hopefully whoever does read this thinks about what I’m saying and isn’t going to make the mistake bothering me and wasting my time with their nonsense.

Do not criticize my thoughts without even listening to them. You reveal your anti-blackness so boldly when you do. And frankly, you should be embarassed. I sincerely hope you are. 

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Nina Simone

I love that woman… Wish I had known more about her at a younger age.

I had a thought, though. I read a quote from her saying she didn’t believe in the “mixing of the races.”

Was this before or after she gave birth to a half white daughter? Either way, I wonder how this affected her parenting and her daughter’s sense of self while growing up…

brutal winters
are gorgeous
for the boundless writer 
drinking a bourbon 
of solitude
art shoot
like leaping fire

that maniac in the mirror
is purged
and poetry
is boldly print in black
on chilly pages distilled
from a broken life
spilled with wine
of dead violets
and his verses
are spelled with stems
of broken roses
bloomed from 
the eternal violence of his soul.

—  mhd

anonymous asked:

Sorry for this rant but I go to an HBCU and there was a sign that said "TRANS LIVES MATTER" in the lobby of our main building where visitors & tours come first and/or special meetings or panels are held, and it made me so angry and sad because the fact that a BLACK LESBIAN couple and their BLACK son were literally JUST killed by a WHITE man who "feels" like a woman, and they so boldly misuse a BLACK slogan for this white fuckery at a historically black college no less, I'm fucking tired.

I’m tired of it all too anon. :/ This bullshit has got to stop, tired of them getting away with lesbophobia and perpetuating violence against women for the sake of it, and SICK of how they always try to use black women as chess pieces in their fake advocacy when they don’t give a fuck, claim we **oppress** them and say nothing when one of their own harboring the same hatred of lesbians as they do murdered a black lesbian and her son.

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