its only my first one be nice

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Then one foggy earth-day eve, Pink Diamond came to say, “Jasper with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my palanquin tonight?” Then how the quartzes loved her, as they shouted out with glee: “Jasper the perfect beta, you’ll go down in history!”

AIRY ITS ONLY SEPTEMBER OMFG LOL also like, damn other quartzes shoulda been nice to her in the first place B^T im just sayin

One of the things I really liked about Wonder Woman (aside from the everything) was how they depicted war.

Like especially when you compare it to Captain America: the First Avenger. Now this film is still one of my favs in the MCU but upon rewatches something that sticks out is how…..nicely they depict the war. I mean first off its barely shown and when it is its only these spectacle pieces. Then comes how the soldiers act, aside from when Steve tries to do his skit for them there doesn’t seem to be a lack for moral at all. Like everyone is super gunhoe at all times. The only soldier that appears just done is Bucky and Steve only feels bad when he thinks Bucky died. What I’m getting at is its a very G rated version of war. And i get it you want to have broad appeal you don’t really want to show the gritty side just kinda imply it.

Except Wonder Woman doesn’t. 

Aside from showing actual blood Wonder Woman does EVERYTHING it can to show you how devastating war is and how it wears people down. The front lines are dirty grimy and cramped on both sides, there are visual casualties of war. Not only that but one of Diana’s allies has legit PTSD and night terrors and none of his comrades give him shit about it cause they know how bad this all is. And several times several different characters state how much they do not want to be there how they’d want to do anything else.

Then there is a scene when Diana asks Steve what they will do after the war ends. And he’s silent for a moment before saying he’s not sure. As i was discussing the movie with a friend she made not that at his age this war took up a large chunk of his life and he may not actually be sure what he’ll do after because he can’t really remember what was before it. 

And they do all this while still keeping hope while still showing there is good and there are moments in-between worth remembering. I dunno i just had to gush. 

POTC 5: Barbossa, Salazar, and an Alternate Ending

WARNING: SPOILERS

I have been a big fan of the POTC franchise since the beginning, and while I honestly think that Disney is trying too hard to milk every last penny from it and that POTC 5 should be the last of the series (or perhaps that it should have ended before now), I will say that, despite its flaws, the most recent installment wrapped up a lot of loose ends nicely and gave us some great additions to POTC lore and character development. While Jack, unfortunately, suffered a bit in this film–his usual wit and charm replaced almost entirely with attempts at comic relief–Barbossa and Salazar generally make up for it.

Throughout the series, Barbossa has been, in my opinion, one of the most morally ambiguous and well-developed characters, and this installment only furthered my convictions. Originally viewed as a villain opposite Jack, Will, and Elizabeth in the first film, by film number three, he has teamed up with the main couple to help rescue Jack and fight against the “bigger” Big Bads Davy Jones and the British Navy. Here, he is portrayed as being a bit more noble (well, by pirate standards, anyway) and shows great respect for Elizabeth as the Pirate King when she steps up and leads them into battle. By film number four, he has apparently become a privateer (though primarily out of a desire to hunt down Blackbeard in revenge for taking The Pearl, and with it, his leg) but this endeavor doesn’t last long, and as soon as Blackbeard is off the radar, he goes back to his pirating ways. And even AS a privateer, we see a moment of what cruelty he is capable of when he leaves his crew to die at the hands of the mermaids. Nevertheless, he pretty much fully redeems himself in the most recent film through his relationship with his daughter. While, admittedly, it was a bit cheesy and perhaps somewhat out of character at times, I loved the implication that there was once a woman Barbossa genuinely loved and that, upon her death, thinking himself incapable of raising the child, he was actually strong enough to do the right thing and find a place to take her in. It was strange yet incredibly touching getting to see this softer side of Barbossa. The moment Carina slapped him for (supposedly) insulting her father, you could see it in his eyes that he was torn between feeling hurt and ashamed of what he was and simultaneously being proud of her for having the guts to stand up to a pirate of his stature in defense of her father. I would honestly have loved to get an entire film’s worth of father/daughter moments between these two, and after seeing him come so far as to be willing to sacrifice himself for her safety, I really hated to see him go. More on that later…

As for Salazar, I am not yet quite sure what to think about him or how to categorize his character. On the one hand, we have to remember that we are (technically) rooting for the “bad guys” by society’s standards, and while we all love Jack & co., pirates were a real and troubling threat to merchant vessels, the navy, etc. Not everyone they attacked deserved it, and not all pirates are as morally decent as Jack, Will, Elizabeth, etc. usually are. In his mind, Salazar is doing his duty to society and protecting the innocent. Yes, we get a glimpse of him refusing to show mercy to a group of pirates who have surrendered, but to be fair, had their roles been reversed, many pirates might not have shown mercy either. Additionally, Salazar has a personal motivation to dislike pirates, as they were responsible for the deaths of both his father and grandfather–men whom he looked up to, respected, and probably loved. We don’t know exactly how old he was when this happened, but if he was still a child at the time, it would have been EXTREMELY difficult for his mother, as a single woman during a time when most respectable women were not employed much outside the home, to support him and herself. Furthermore, Jack–as a boy–both humiliated him and doomed him to what must have felt like an eternity of a ghostly/undead existence trapped in the Devil’s Triangle. I was reminded, here, of a parallel between the Salazar/Jack relationship and that of Captain Hook and Peter Pan… Jack, much like Peter, is the young, cocky boy who somehow manages to get the best of the more experienced, older sailor. In the original novel, there is actually a line about how Hook (who is stuck in a place which for a child is paradise but for an adult is a living nightmare) feels like a lion in trapped in a cage into which a sparrow has flown. Similarly, Salazar himself tells us that he is the one who gave Jack the surname “Sparrow” because he was “up in the crow’s nest…like a…like a little bird.” Whether or not the parallels were intentional, I don’t know, but as a long-time fan of Hook, it definitely made Salazar a more interesting and sympathetic character to me. On the other hand, Salazar is incredibly legalistic (like Inspector Javert on steroids), obsessive, merciless, and unnecessarily cruel. I realize the Spanish and English navies weren’t exactly friendly toward each other, but you have to admit, Salazar and his crew slaughtering the members of the British navy who enter the Devil’s Triangle was rather uncalled for. It’s like he did it just because he could. He is also so focused on ending Jack’s life that he leaves his newly un-cursed crew to drown at the bottom of the sea. Then again…Barbossa did almost the exact same thing with his privateer crew in the previous film when he left them for the mermaids, and we still root for him… Why is it that when Will Turner seeks revenge on Davy Jones for cursing his father or when Barbossa seeks revenge on Blackbeard for stealing the Pearl and the loss of his leg, we root for them, yet when Salazar has an equally legitimate reason to hate Jack, he is a villain? (I know, I know… Because it’s Jack’s story and you can’t really dislike the protagonist. But still…) Salazar is an interesting guy, and it just seemed WAY too easy to have him turn mortal for all of five minutes and then immediately kill him off. Plus, I felt bad because DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE TURNED HUMAN AGAIN?!?! He was practically on the verge of weeping for joy! I really wish they would have allowed for him to potentially return in human form for future films. I also have to wonder, having earlier mentioned his likeness to Javert, if put in a similar situation in which the pirates shattered his illusion of the world as morally black and white, he might have had a change of heart (or ya know…a mental breakdown…). Either way, I wish we got more Salazar.

…Which brings me back to the point I was making before… As moving and poignant as Barbossa’s death was, I don’t believe that was actually necessary. Realistically, with Salazar mortal and his entire crew swept away by the sea, it would have been easy for Jack’s crew to take him out once the anchor was raised and everyone was back onboard the Pearl. He would have been severely outnumbered, and they could have easily killed him or taken him captive. True, you could argue that Barbossa was worried Salazar would get to Carina first and harm her before they were back on the ship, but with him in mortal form, all Carina would really have to do to disable him is give him a swift kick in the face. Besides, if she hadn’t been so overwhelmed in the moment, I don’t think Carina would have willingly let go of her father’s hand. She literally JUST found out that the man who saved her life, the infamous pirate captain of Blackbeard’s former ship The Queen Anne’s Revenge, is the man she has spent her entire life searching for. You can’t convince me that she wouldn’t have clung to him for dear life if she had been in her right mind. I don’t blame her, mind you–it’s a lot to take in in such a short amount of time, and I don’t think she had time to fully process it all, but if she had thought about it, I’m certain she would have refused to let him go.

So imagine it, for a moment….

xxxxx

Barbossa guided her hand to the chain, telling her to hold on as he began to loosen his grip, a sad smile on his face. He only just met his daughter but he was already so proud of her. It was a shame he wouldn’t get to spend more time with her, but perhaps it was better this way.  She had slapped him when he had insulted her father before she knew who he was. If she had known then, he thought, she might have slapped him a second time. Perhaps now, at least, she might see him as something more heroic than the disappointment that he was.

It didn’t take long for Carina to realize what he was doing, her face turning white with horror as his fingers began to slip.

“NO!” she screamed, latching onto his wrist. “I’ve spent all my life searching for you, and now I’ve finally found you! I’m not letting you go now!”

He had not planned for this. He had hoped to go out in figurative blaze of glory, hoped that in his death he might redeem himself in her eyes and make up for the years he had left her alone in the world. But she wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction. She wouldn’t let him go that easily. There was a fierce determination in her eyes, eyes that remind him of another woman he had once loved. And so for her sake, he held on–tighter than he has ever held onto anything in his life.

As the anchor rose from the water, he saw the crew of the Pearl coming to their aid.

“Hector!” Jack shouted down at him from the deck where the others have helped him aboard. There was genuine worry in his voice.

Strange, he mused, how far they have come. For as long as they had known each other, they had always alternated between being at each other’s throats and being brothers in arms. He had once gone to the ends of the earth–to hell and back, as it were–for the Pearl…but also partially for Jack, he admitted. And seeing his current expression, he had no doubts that Jack would do the same for him because, at the end of the day, pirates though they were, they would always have each other’s back.

He climbed aboard, soaked to the skin and looking far more like a wet rat than the fearsome captain that he was, Jack and Gibbs each grabbing an arm to steady him while Henry helped Carina. He recalled, for a moment, the highly unorthodox wedding ceremony he’d performed on the deck of this very ship all those years ago and smiled almost fondly at the boy, wondering if perhaps he’d be performing another in a couple of years. He had missed so much of his daughter’s life… He hoped it wasn’t too late to change that.

Apparently, it wasn’t because the moment her feet hit the deck, she was embracing first Henry, then him.

“Father,” she whispered.

And for the first time in many, many years, he felt the sting of tears behind his closed eyes.

But the moment was cut short as the last few feet of the chain holding the anchor rose from the depths of the sea, carrying with it a final passenger who hoisted himself over the railing and onto the deck–Captain Armando Salazar, in the flesh, at last. Long strands of dark hair, no longer floating freely as they had in his ghostly form, were plastered against his face, but his uniform–though stuck to his skin with the weight of the water it had absorbed–was as pristine-looking as ever. His face had a bit of color now–more olive than the ghastly chalky complexion they’d seen before, but it hardly diminished his intimidating presence, his eyes still hard and cold.

But intimidating or not, he was no longer immortal. And without a weapon in his hand or at his side–the sword he usually carried having been lost to the sea in the midst of all the chaos–he was, for all intents and purposes, defenseless. He was outnumbered, out gunned, and on a ship which was not his own. He was at their mercy.

Almost immediately, there were a half a dozen swords pointed at his throat and nearly twice as many pistols aimed at his chest, no longer permeable as mist but made of flesh and bone beneath which lay the beating heart of a man. His weakness became apparent at nearly the same moment that he felt the heat of the sun upon his cheek and the gentle sea breeze ruffle his hair for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. In the span of seconds, his face displayed a vast array of emotions almost too quickly for his mind to keep up–the proud, determined look of a hunter having cornered his prey replaced instantaneously with that of immeasurable joy, realization, fear, rage, and defeated resignation.

Surprisingly, Jack was the first to lower his weapon, but it wasn’t so much a gesture of mercy as it was an insult. There was no need  for a weapon now. The Spaniard had climbed aboard the Pearl without any men of his own and was now its captain’s prisoner. His only choice was between Jack’s crew and the sharks…and the latter would be much less forgiving. Having experienced death himself before, Jack knew that no sane man who had escaped such a fate would ever take his own life, no matter how desperate. And even if he had considered it, Salazar’s pride would not allow it.

“It would seem,” Jack said, striding across the deck, “that El Matador del Mar has once again met his match. The butcher’s bill has been paid in full. You and your crew have had your humanity restored–that counts for something, I should think. I took your life once. I’ve no desire to take it again, so what say we simply call it even and agree to disagree until I can drop you off on some nice, deserted island, savvy?”

“My crew,” Salazar spat, “is at the bottom of the sea.”

“Well, that’s not my problem, now, is it? I’m not their captain who left them there to drown.”

The Spaniard took a step toward him, forgetting for a moment that he no longer held the sword which often doubled as his cane. He stumbled, then, landing in a heap at Jack’s feet, as his knees buckled at the searing pain that shot up his leg. He was spewing curses, swearing like the sailor that he was in a garbled mix of Spanish and English so viciously that an onlooker who did not speak a word of either language wouldn’t have needed a translation.

“You…!!!” he seethed. “You took EVERYTHING from me!”

He was clawing at the deck, trying desperately to pull himself up, but his leg was too weak. His mortality had returned in full force, bringing with it the fresh pain of an old wound that he had not been able to feel for years. He dragged himself over to the mast that he might have something to brace himself against, crawling on his hands and knees.

“My pride, my ship, my crew, my family, my life, my very soul…” He propped himself up against the mast, too tired and too ashamed to struggle any further. “What more do you want from me?!”

Jack’s gaze softened. “Nothing,” he said quietly. “I never wanted anything from you but my freedom. I wanted you out of my way, I wanted you lost at sea…but I swear on my life I never intended for you to end up…” He gestured to his face, trailing his fingers in lines of imaginary squid ink dribbling down his chin, smacking his lips as though even the thought left a horrid taste in his mouth and shuddered. “Wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

“You have no idea what sort of hell I have been through.”

“Oh, I think I can imagine…”

It was not Jack but Barbossa who had spoken.

Perhaps it was only because Carina was watching and being a father made him want to be a better man, but for whatever reason, Barbossa felt compelled to take pity on the man. Jack had been to The Locker, it was true. And that in and of itself was enough to drive a man to madness… But he had not spent years cursed in an undead state like he and the original crew of the Pearl had. That was something entirely different and drew forth memories of a time which Barbossa did not recall with any fondness. He stepped forward, his own bejeweled peg leg dragging slightly as he walked–another area in which he could all too easily empathize with the man propping himself up against the mast.

“Ye’re always starvin’ but food turns tah ash in your mouth. Always dyin’ of thirst, yet nothin’ ever quenches it. Ye cannot feel–not the sun or the rain on yer face nor the softness of a woman’s touch nor the fiery sting of cold steel slicin’ yer skin. Yer heart no longer beats, yet somehow ye’re still alive. Everything that once had meanin’ is empty and hollow. Ye’re a dead man walkin’.”

Salazar bore a pained expression. For a moment, he could not find his voice. Then…

“How…?” he croaked.

“Yer not the only man what has been cursed in such a manner and lived to tell the tale. Or rather…come back from the dead to tell it.”

At this, Carina gave a start. Realizing that the undead were real was one thing. Realizing that her long-lost father (who also happened to be a pirate captain) had once been among them was quite another. But that, she supposed, was a story for another day. She had so many questions already. Life with her father, it seemed, would be much more complicated than she had anticipated. Yet she could not deny a slight thrill at the thought of more adventures at his side.

“‘Twas our greed and our pride that did us in,” Barbossa continued. “Aztec gold, cursed by the pagan gods… We were warned of the consequences, but we heeded them not. 'Twas yer own pride that did ye in as well, I suspect. Nothin’ would do but tah take yer revenge on every last pirate sailin’ in the Spanish Main for the deaths of yer father and his father before him. I can’t rightly say that I blame ye for that… Ye say that we’re not worthy of bein’ called men at all, that we are loathsome creatures lower than the bilge rats and the barnacles on the hull of a ship. That may be so. I am hardly an honest man.”

He glanced briefly at Carina, looking somewhat ashamed, then returned his attention to Salazar.

“Yet ye do it in the name of honor and justice. But if it’s vengeance yer seekin’, then ye ought to at least have the decency tah call it what it is like the rest of us… There’s as much blood on yer hands as there is on ours. Perhaps more. If ye be satisfied knowin’ that, then by all means, continue yer reign as El Matador del Mar–that is, assumin’ ye make it off this ship alive. But if ye want tah keep tellin’ yerself yer better than us humble pirates, now’s the time tah prove it. Not all men make it to hell and back alive, and one thing I can tell ye, when yer given a second chance at life, ye ought not tah waste it.”

He looked back at Carina.

“Take it from someone who’s wasted too many second chances already.”

The Spaniard laughed bitterly. “You think that by sparing me you may spare yourselves of my wrath when I am free? My life was devoted to hunting down men like you–murderous thieves who take what they can and give nothing back. Without that, what am I?” He glared at Jack. “Give me a weapon, and I will fight you to the death. Or kill me now, like a man. But stop this foolish pretense! We both know what you are, Jack Sparrow!”

“Firstly,” Jack replied, “there should be a 'captain’ in there somewhere. Secondly, despite what you may think, I am neither stupid enough to give you a weapon nor cruel enough to kill an unarmed man. So it seems we are at an impasse.”

He began pacing the deck.

“You know, I once knew a man who thought like you.”

He paused to glance at Henry.

“His father was a pirate…AND a good man. Took him awhile to accept that.”

His gaze returned to Salazar.

“Truth is, the world’s not all black and white, mate, and thank goodness for that because it would be a dreadfully dull place if it was. For example…” He spread his arms wide, taking a mock bow. “I am a pirate. I admit to that. But I am not a cold-blooded killer. You, on the other hand…” He pointed at Salazar with the tip of his sword. “Well, let’s just say they don’t call you 'The Butcher’ for nothing. Now tell me, mate, which one of us is the better man?”

For a moment, Salazar was silent. Then, he looked to Henry.

“You, boy…your father is the captain of the Dutchman?”

“Yes, sir.”

Salazar nodded soberly. “A good man.”

“And a former pirate, I might add,” Jack interjected.

But a deadly glare from the Spanish captain quickly silenced him.

“Right,” he apologized. “Sorry. Continue.”

“He tried to come for us, once. To ferry us to the next world…to set us free from this curse, that we might be at peace.” He laughed darkly. “But there are some places too cursed for even the Dutchman to go.”

Henry nodded soberly. “I’m sorry. He would have done more if he could have, I’m sure.”

Salazar returned the gesture. Though he could not fully explain why, he had a great deal of respect for the boy. He had seen the terror in the boy’s eyes when his crew attacked the British naval ship, yet despite his fear, he did not run but looked death in the face. He was confident, yet not cocky like Jack; quiet, yet he did not hesitate to speak his mind when necessary. And there was another quality the boy had which he did not expect of one with such close ties to pirates–honor. Possessing the boy had given him a glance into the heart and soul of the young man before him, their consciousness merging until one man’s thoughts and emotions were barely distinguishable from the other. He had seen Jack, then, through the boy’s eyes…and he had seen the monster he had become–internally as well as externally, his humanity all but gone. It had been deeply disturbing. Recalling the boy’s thoughts now, he remembered something which he hadn’t taken notice of before, a troubled frown forming on his lips. His eyes shifted tentatively to Jack, and for a moment, he merely held his gaze, causing the pirate to squirm uncomfortably.

“While I was controlling the boy’s mind,” he began, “I saw something…not a memory–at least, not a memory of his… More like a dream…like visions of a legend…a story he had been told as a child…. His father was still a mortal then…. He was dying. You had the heart of Davy Jones in your hand, ready to become the next captain of that otherworldly ship that you yourself might gain immortality…. But you chose to save him instead…. Is this true?”

“Well, now, 'saved’ is a rather strong word, given that becoming the captain of said ship comes with its own curses which is how we ended up in this bloody mess to begin with, searching for the trident….”

Salazar scowled impatiently.

“But technically speaking, yes.”

“I see…” The Spaniard looked to Henry. “You trust this man? This…this pirate?”

Henry slowly lifted his eyes to Jack, then smiled. “With my life, sir.”

Salazar grunted.

“Captain…”

“Yes?” Barbossa, Jack, and Salazar answered simultaneously.

Realizing the need for clarification, Henry started again. “Er…that is…Captain Salazar… If I may ask… While I was subject to your power, I endured a nightmare like nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt…so cold, so isolated… It was as if I were drowning in a darkness and despair so deep that it smothered everything else–all thoughts and emotions consumed by what must have been the last thing that you felt in life…a burning, blinding rage. It was suffocating, as though I was so far removed from humanity that I had forgotten everything and everyone else in the world… My entire identity was gone, my own memories were unreachable–a distant, foggy dream. And yet…one name remained on the tip of my tongue, a name I do not know….”

“Maria,” Salazar whispered reverently.

“The Silent Mary…. It isn’t just the name of a ship, is it?” Henry asked. “Who was she?”

There was a wistful gleam in his eyes. It was the most vulnerable, the most human, he had looked since regaining his mortality.

“The most beautiful woman in all of Spain…my wife.” He smiled sadly. “She was with child when I left. She didn’t want me to go. Of course, I told her not to worry, and I promised her that that mission would be my last…. But then…I never came home.” He looked at Jack. “That is why I was so angry.” He sighed. “I do not know what became of them. She has probably long forgotten about me. If she is even still alive…I doubt she or the child would want to see me now. They would not believe my story…and if they did, they would be repulsed by what I became. I have nothing now. Nothing. No crew at sea, no one waiting at home….” He eyed Jack’s sword almost pleadingly. “What is left but to fight one last fight and at least die with a little honor? Perhaps this time, I will have peace.”

“You do your family a great disservice, sir.” This time, it was Carina who spoke. “If she loved you as much as you love her, then I am certain she never gave up hope. Nor did her child.”

“Oh? How do you know that?”

She was addressing Salazar, but her eyes were on Barbossa, bright with unshed tears.

“The same way that I knew someday, somehow, I would find my father…. And if you truly care about them, who you are…or who you were…none of that will matter when they finally see you.”

“Ah, but you forget… I have neither ship nor crew–”

“We’ll help you find them,” Henry blurted.

“We will?” asked Jack.

“Aye,” Barbossa slapped Jack on the back. “We will.”

“Wait a moment! Wait a moment!” Jack waved his hands. He gestured to Barbossa. “You’re a pirate.” He pointed to Salazar. “He’s a pirate hunter. You want to help him, yet he wants to kill us. DID I BLOODY MISS SOMETHING?!?”

“Well, seein’ as we are aboard MY ship, I don’t see why it should concern ye, Jack,” Barbossa grinned.

“I believe you mean MY ship,” Jack corrected him. “You may have your Queen Anne’s Revenge, but the Pearl is mine. I saved her from Blackbeard’s stash of shrunken ships and protected her with me life.”

“Aye, but I’m the one who freed her for ye. Mister Gibbs,” he addressed the first mate.

“Aye, sir?”

“Set a course fer Spain. We’ve a long journey ahead of us, so we’d best be gettin’ started.”

Gibbs, who had long grown used to the two captains bickering over the ownership of the Pearl, nodded, assuming they would eventually come to some sort of agreement, as they always did.

“Aye-aye, sir.”

“Oh, and Gibbs?” Barbossa stopped him. “Don’t fly the colors.”

“Do I get any say in this at all?” Jack protested.

Barbossa, Carina, and Henry answered in unison. “No!”

Jack sighed. “Alright… Well, then…” He offered Salazar his hand. “I suppose we have a truce?”

Salazar hesitated, then grudgingly accepted the offer, bracing himself against the mast as he pulled himself up to his full height.

“Truce.” Salazar leaned in so his mouth was just above Jack’s ear. “But know this, Sparrow… If I happen to end up on the seas again, if you ever attack a Spanish ship….”

“I know, I know…. You’ll hunt me down and destroy me.” He grinned. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Captain.”

He turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Sparrow….”

Jack looked back at the man who had spent a lifetime of hating men like him and saw the faintest gleam of something that almost resembled respect.

“Gracias.”

Jack nodded. As he walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief, striding up beside Barbossa. “Hector, you owe me one for this,” he grumbled.

Barbossa, who had uncorked a bottle of rum, took a large swig and offered a sip to Jack, who graciously accepted.

“Go easy on it, Jack. We’ve naught but a few barrels left, and as we be sailin’ away from the Caribbean, it may be awhile before we get the chance to restock.”

Jack sighed again and shook his head, looking sadly at the bottle. “Why is the bloody rum always gone?”

Notes – Zach Dempsey x Reader

Summary: 13 Reasons Why. On tape number 7, as we all know, is the chapter of Zach Dempsey and the “joke” that makes Hannah with the note in her bag.

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 2590

Reader’s point of view.

Enjoy it!


Your name: submit What is this?

What were they debating? I listened to many voices, each giving their opinions on the subject that was written on the board. It had turned out to be a suggestion from some of us, anonymously, it might even have tried one of my ideas, but I was sure I had not written anything and put it in the teacher’s bag. I went back to reading the blackboard, drugs, which is so much seen and boring. As if none of those around me knew the subject perfectly, and worse, they had put it into practice. I shrugged and continued to scribble in my notebook as I listened word after word, it was unbelievable that some defended the fact of being killed that way, and they did it in front of an authority. What a bah, at last was the life of everyone.

The bell rang, I sighed, relieved that the torture was finally over. I didn’t complain about the class, it was good as long as the subjects were of the same quality. Not any nonsense that we have been informed since we have “enough maturity” to cover those issues. It was urgent for me to be in college.

“Remember to check your bags!” Exclaimed the teacher in a jovial tone.

I smiled, it was a little exaggerated enthusiasm. I knew how many notes I would have in my bag, maybe one or two, I was safer than one. To get rid of some sermon, Skye and I made a pact, I left a note in her bag and she did the same in mine. We were friends, not intimate but whenever we took the paper we were giving a look and smile of complicity. And there it was, unfolding the piece of paper with a simple hello and an emoticon :P I laughed and put it in my pocket. I had another, I unfolded it, Sheri, and another … Zach? I frowned, he had never left me a note; instead, I thought I didn’t even know i existed for him. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he checked his bag, on the contrary, I knew he was on this planet and at school. For a few seconds I noticed his face of disappointment and I waited patiently to get something out of his bag, but nothing, now understood the reason of his expression. What the hell? How could someone as known as Zach Dempsey, basketball star, not have a note? In what world had we fallen? As far as I was concerned, the sportsman was the most beloved, even a Troy Bolton in person.  I buffet in my interior, how curious.

I bit my lip. I had never stopped to leave a note to the aforementioned, I thought that, with so many that would have, mine would be one more of the pile and insignificant. Because i liked him a lot, but, i wasn’t a cheerleader or someone with a notorious talent. I hated it when Mom dragged me to gym classes. And give encouragement? I barely and could give them myself before stepping into this jungle every morning.

“Another rabbit?” I heard to my left.

I turned to see Sheri and Hannah smile at the small drawing the latter held in her hands. I smiled when I saw it, how funny and tender. Hannah started to laugh. Apparently it was not the first time she received one but she seemed to love it.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. Both girls turned to see me and nodded.

I left the room even without reading the little note of Zach, I was dying of the emotion to know that said but also filled with fear. The main rule of notes on paper bags was that they should only leave positive messages, so it was more or less certain, never really known.

At lunchtime I was sitting with some friends with whom I didn’t share many classes, but we got together from the first year and they were very nice companies. In my hand I still held the paper already wrinkled by my nerves. They all knew about the class I took and also my taste for a sportsman, almost everyone encouraged me to read it at one time, others, wanted to keep an eye on it and warn me if it was worth that I knew its content or if It was just a bunch of crap. In the end, I took courage and decided it was time, however, before opening the paper I heard an angry scream on the other side of the cafeteria.

I turned. Zach Dempsey was standing in front of the person who had heard the scream, when it moved, we all realized that it was Hannah Baker. The place was silent, making that moment more uncomfortable between the two of them, and even for me. I had never seen those two together and to be honest, the reaction I got wasn’t good at all, I mean, Hannah was really beautiful, I could not compare to her. I crumpled the piece of paper again and hid it in the depths of my backpack. Whatever I said there, it would only serve to excite me.

Zach left the cafe in silence, without turning to see anyone. I also did it, but on the opposite side from where he had left.

Two days later

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed as I quickly stood up from the bench where I was resting with Skye. I had passed olympically from the cafeteria.

“What?” My friend seemed surprised by my reaction.

“I forgot my hearing aids in the communication class”

It was unforgivable that I would walk in this jungle without the faithful company of music. I just couldn’t believe I forgot them, they were my best friends. I said goodbye to her and I almost ran down the hall, there was a chance that I would never see them again and the money I had, I was saving for something else, if I invested in new hearing aids, I would have to practically start Of zero my savings, which wasn’t much by the way.

I dodged the people I ran into in the hallways. I looked like the devil’s soul, but I felt that with every second they were alone at my desk, more danger ran. I stopped to recover the air a few meters from the living room door. I wasn’t an athletic girl and this was too much of a stretch on my part, I needed to sit down soon.

When I looked to the front, I discovered that Hannah peered almost desperately into the classroom. I missed myself and I hit the lockers hoping to see what happened. She made several gestures, surprise, indignation but, at the end of all, sadness. But what was happening? I took a step with the intention of approaching her and investigating what she was spying … or who. Suddenly, the identity of the “stranger” was revealed. Zach came out of the classroom with a paper in his hands and the blank expression, almost guilty, seemed nervous. Had he finally received a note? So why his reaction like that?

“Why me, Zach? Why me?”

I jumped. I hadn’t realized how much the boy had advanced, but most of all, that Hannah had walked almost to my height. I felt her tear-filled eyes as she faced the boy for what to know. As in the cafeteria, we all fell silent, apparently this couple had a lot to show. I dared to look at Zach, even with the paper in his hands and his serious countenance, stopped in the middle of the hall and watched the one who had shouted at him, I couldn’t decipher the way he looked at her, but I could still feel guilty … Or maybe regret, it was hard to tell, Zach was a guy full of surprises.

Finally the tense atmosphere dissipated when he broke the bubble. He turned and left without even responding to Hannah. She turned, too.

“Hannah” I said without thinking, but she didn’t hear me and disappeared at one of the corners of the hall. I felt bad even though I didn’t know exactly what it was all about.

At the end of class, I decided that I didn’t want to go home soon and I remembered that for the moment the auditorium would be empty, the practices would not start for forty-five minutes, enough time to finish some homework or just read without the annoying murmurs Which were heard in the study area. I just wanted silence, to be with my music and the notebook in my lap. As I predicted, the place was empty, I smiled as I climbed the steps to be in the middle and proceeded with what I had planned, however, my concentration wasn’t in the equations in front of me, but rather in what had happened in the hallway does only a few hours. As I watched, Zach was a good guy, maybe something childish from time to time, but i couldn’t imagine that would bring against Hannah but above all, what will have done. I bit my pencil, he had a note in his hand when he left the classroom … What if it was not for him? What if it wasn’t from his bag? I bit the pencil harder, why did Hannah spy on him? why she? I got an idea of ​​what might have happened and maybe it would be related to what happened in the cafeteria.

My heart began to beat faster. I understood that he had some interest in her, of course. A hint of disappointment hugged me and I realized that I still hoped he would look at me, but how to do it if we have not even crossed words at any time? Or at least not to any class. I sighed.

I turned off the music on my phone, ready to leave. Being in school made me think about everything that happened here; At least at home I could be distracted by Netflix or loud music and hundreds and hundreds of homework. As he heard me around again, I heard the bounce of a ball, I looked up. Right in front of the basket I recognized Zach’s body, especially for the height. My heart raced on instinct and I hated it. So, I had two options, to leave like a ninja, that is to say, without being heard or to be seen, or to leave the shyness and cowardice and finally to speak to him. I bit my lip but cheered.

“Zach!” I exclaimed as I approached him.

He dropped the ball and turned to raise his eyebrows. Yes, I’m talking to you. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Hey, Y/N” He greeted me as if greeting one of his friends. Well, it was a start.

“You’re good? You look kind of annoying ”

Conversation. I really needed some conversation.

“I’m fine.” He hesitated a little. “Did you read my note?”

His note? Holy sh*t! I had completely forgotten, had to remain in my backpack, crushed by my books and other nonsense. I bit my lip. My face was a poem and I knew I had given the answer to his question when he chuckled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “It’s … it surprised me, I mean, I didn’t even think i existed for you”

“Why do you say that? You look like a great girl. I like your opinions in class, when the subject interests you”

I blushed. Zach Dempsey had watched me, and more than that, he seemed to know me at least a little of what I could have imagined after this conversation. I smiled. He was undoubtedly speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later, Y/N”

He took the ball and walked to pick up his backpack and jacket. What? Had that been our whole conversation? I stood there as he left, then noticed that a piece of paper had fallen to him.

“Zach, wait!” I shouted but not hoping to be heard.

I went to where he had collected his belongings and took that forgotten paper. I know I should not read it, not even open it, but I was curious, whether it was the one Hannah had been angry about or was simply a task that was aimed at there. Anyway, I opened it and read its contents. My heart was broken as I read every word Hannah expressed there, her feelings, emotions, how she was happy to receive his drawing of rabbit every time we had communication, as a small detail illuminated her interior … and that Zach had snatched her away, so my conclusions weren’t so far-fetched. Zach Dempsey stole the bag notes from Hannah Baker!

With tears in my eyes and anger at something that didn’t belong to me, I ran to the parking lot, I knew the sportsman’s car and I was glad to find him, but above all, to him without leaving. He was throwing his backpack into the back seats when I confronted him.

“Why did you do it, Zach?”

He looked at me confused. I handed him the note and he took it, deserved to keep it as a constant reminder of his acts of immaturity. All because of a rejection? I had lived with at least three and that wasn’t stealing valuable belongings from each of them. I clenched my hands in fists, perhaps mine were simple jealousy, that his attention was on her not me, or perhaps the actions he did. I didn’t know and I didn’t stop to find out.

“You didn’t have to read this, Y/N.” He shook the note in front of my nose and tucked it in his pants pocket.

“I didn’t, but I did. Why are you so cruel? Why do that?”

“It’s just silly, I don’t know why you take it so hard” He opened the driver’s door “Besides, it’s supposed to be Hannah who should be here, you have nothing to do with this”

“Did you at least understand what that letter meant?”

I hated a lot when someone hurt someone else’s feelings, especially in such a stupid act as the sportsman had carried out.

“I’m sorry, alright? Is it what you want to hear? I won’t mess with that stupid bag ever again”

“You don’t have to apologize to me” I said seriously.

“But at least it made you happy, didn’t it? What I wanted to get when you read my note”

“What?”

Zach got into his car and started off at full speed exiting the parking lot.  I was stony again, staring only at the smoke that the car had lifted when it left. Make me happy?

Hyperventilating I knelt on the floor and began to pull my things out of my backpack wanting to look for that note. When I finally found it I unfolded it, wanting to smooth it, but the pile of wrinkles indicated that that was already impossible. I felt a lump in my throat as I read what I had written.

You look pretty in that color. Maybe someday you want to go out with me, because I want to go out with you.

“Oh, fuck!” I whispered, reading those words more than once.

I looked back to where I had seen her car one last time and I felt like the dumbest person in the world. Why had not I read the note when I had the chance?

Everyone seems to think that the animal crossing games are generally nice and lighthearted. But my first and last experience with the series was when one of my villagers came up to me and said “this made me think of you so I had to buy it” and gave me a human skeleton.

wanna one as girls I knew in middle school

sungwoon: got mad if ppl called her short but had her height in her Instagram bio and always wore shirts that said “I’m not short I’m fun size” with tinker bell on it and also posted short memes on Facebook 24/7

jisung: SO RANDOM XD omg she would like yell “cheese!!!” during class cuz she’s weird like that!! would wear silly socks and was super into adventure time. would reblog those Tumblr posts w a chain of like 50 gifs

minhyun: the smart girl everyone would try to sit next to so they could cheat. way too eager to raise her hand and answer questions in class. corrects the teachers but in an annoying unnecessary way. reminds the teacher about homework

jaehwan: the only girl who could maybe sing so she had to sing a song for every assembly/performance the school did, and she always overdressed for it and wore like 50 inch heels that she couldn’t walk in

Daniel: pretended to be a cat, would walk up and go meow :3. always writing poems that were bad. everyone thinks she’s low key weird. would dye her hair badly and it would fade in like 2 days

Seongwoo: the funny girl that the random girl wished she was. very popular, everyone loved her, she won class president and didn’t do a single thing. always on the dance floor at the middle school dances. fake quirky

baejin: tries to be emo/scene but her parents won’t let her dye her hair so she used bad clip in hair that she bought at hot topic. super into invader zim. has “I hate people” in her Instagram bio 

daehwi: every boy has a crush on her bc she’s popular and nice but so nice that she seems fake. super preppy, gets asked out like once a week, and grades r impeccable, she the MC for most school events (ong is jealous cuz she knows she could be funnier)

woojin: the weeaboo. has a hetalia backpack and always uses random Japanese words. she Naruto runs through the halls. thinks you’re lame if you don’t listen to vocaloids.

guanlin: the sporty girl who always has her hair in a ponytail. she’s rlly nice but also so intimidating. gets WAY too into soccer during gym class, and also has “ball is life” in her ig bio but with every sports ball emoji. also “god first” 

jihoon: posts selfies on Facebook that have writing on them like “I love my friends!” and tags literally everyone but its only so people are obligated to like it. has photoshoots jumping with friends outside during lunch. tries to be cool and aesthetic and also makes bad Instagram comics

things i know about the states
  • Alabama - racist and homophobic. i think u like statues cuz you’ve got a giant fucking one called vulcan thats like what? 100,000 pounds?? ??? wow. very extra. 
  • Alaska - i only know one person from alaska but they’re a trump supporter going to art school so i imagine they aren’t having a great time. also my parents ditched me in illinois for a week to go there on vacation. lots of bears.
  • Arizona - irrational hatred of mexicans in the southern part. my pe coach from elementary school who is now a convicted pedophile loved it there. very hot but not humid. cacti. you serve rattlesnake and rabbit sausage and i was forced to sit and watch as my brother ate it just to spite me. 
  • Arkansas - like alabama but a lil better. you’ve got the whole southern hospitality thing goin’ on. you made it illegal for a rivers water level to rise above a bridge. how are y’all gonna enforce that? tell nature to stop?
  • California - very liberal but the three people i know who live there are hella conservative. suffocate them. do it for me. also pretty chill people but don’t take criticism well. gay
  • Colorado - nice weather. outdoorsy people. wyomings less racist cousin. lots of critters. nice people but no chill about skiing or snowboarding.
  • Connecticut - people go through ur state to get to other states. everyone i know from connecticut is not there now. 
  • Delaware - people go to ur state to shop since y’all don’t have a sales tax. ur really fucking flat. ur gonna be one of the first to go with rising sea levels. also no national parks??? 
  • Florida - my uncle worked on airplanes in miami for 50 years and hated it. you fucked us all. the only person i know from florida doesn’t believe in evolution. racists up north, gays in the south. disney world
  • Georgia - coca cola and the walking dead. people only care about atlanta. art hoes chill in savannah. had first college for women. for some reason ur not allowed to live on a boat for more than 30 days in a year??? ? why
  • Hawaii - you get a lot of tourists and they’re usually inadvertently racist. v liberal. the Most liberal in the country. screw california. lots of culture. good food. 
  • Idaho - potatoes. a made up word. ppl thought it was indian but it wasn’t. its gibberish. nice. a metric fuckton of gem stones.
  • Illinois -north is liberal. south is, according to my mom who grew up there, ‘the armpit of the rest of the state.’ her town was small & when it tried to start a kkk they couldn’t because people recognized their shoes. my grandma is 45 minutes away from the nearest walmart. 
  • Indiana - home to mike pence. crazy corn people. my mom’s bff lives there and she’s crazy but super sweet. inidana means ‘indian land’ but that obvs didn’t work out. also there’s a law against fishing with dynamite and guns?? ? 
  • Iowa - actually make more corn than indiana but don’t tell them. also make a fuckton of alcohol. ur name is mostly vowels which is gr8. also first female lawyer. ppl are typically nice, but also might shoot u
  • Kansas - contains the geographic center of the US. first woman mayor. my dad ditched me in illinois to pick up an RV in kansas. passionate about trucks. 
  • Kentucky - don’t go if u have allergies. to anything. horses and racism. also fried chicken. u aren’t allowed to throw eggs at public speakers or you could go to jail. lots of weird space shit. u built a town in a meteor crater which is cool.
  • Louisiana - people only care about jazz and the new orleans. lots of drunk ass college kids. humid af. sorry u have to live with that. u follow napoleon law instead of english common law like literally every other state. less racist than others but still kinda racist. 
  • Maine - might as well be canada. lotsa lobsters and trees. not allowed to keep christmas decorations up after the 14 of january?? only one syllable. people are chill. my dads friends own some islands up there. like small islands. chunks of rock really. they aren’t rich but they are usually drunk. 
  • Maryland - obsessed with ur flag and crabs. old bay on everything not just crabs. chocolate, popcorn, regular corn, potatoes. u need help. identity issues. north or south? who knows? they dont. also jousting is the state sport?? and ur judges wear red robes? called ‘america in miniature’ ur the only state with an official exercise and its…walking jfc
  • Massachusetts - will tell everyone they are from mass. ur not allowed to be cold because they have been Colder. ur state is too hot 4 them. lots of smart colleges, lots of dumb people. good hospitals and healthcare. v progressive. probably learned too much about them in 8th grade us history. first to legalize gay marriage A+
  • Michigan - the people i know from Michigan are incredibly salty about flint and pretty artistic/creative. lots of lakes. giant fucking lakes. literally named for an indian word that means ‘giant fucking lakes’ ur the only place in the gotdamn world with a floating post office. makes sense cuz ur mostly fucking lake. 
  • Minnesota - no one really knows what u do. you’d be like the quiet emo kid that sits in the back of the class and says nothing. ur really cold. you’ve got a lot of malls. and a lot of fucking lakes. not big lakes but like 11,000 itsy bitsy lakes. u look like swiss cheese. 
  • Mississippi - racist but getting better…at least you were. ur mostly known for your river. people spell the name of ur state for fun. for some reason you have a cactus plantation???? the worlds only cactus plantation??? ?? why 
  • Missouri - misery Missouri. u really fucking love fountains? only rome has more fountains than kansas city, missouri like? wow. you also have the arch which is great but also a lot of murder. also, a lot of caves which is awesome
  • Montana - mountainy af. do you even have cities? v cold. holds record for coldest temp in US (-70F) and largest snowflake. wow. also illegal to pretend to abuse an animal in front of a minor. nice. first woman in congress. very pretty state but no one lives there. 
  • Nebraska - hell state. flat. its so flat. my family was driving through nebraska??? and like?? your houses are like three miles apart. at a minimum? we drove three hours out of the way to look at fossils. but there weren’t any? and we passed like 16 houses maybe?
  • Nevada - desert trash children. literally just does not rain. las vegas is okay. i went and a homeless dude was telling dirty jokes for money. lots of homeless people. highest suicide rating of any state. i shot a machine gun and strange man came up to me and told me i was a good shot?? 
  • New Hampshire - republican cousin of vermont. lots of nature, which is ironic. very outdoorsy. entire state smells like pine trees. u only have 13 miles of ocean coastline which is v sad. sorry. also not legally required to wear a seat belt??? ur state motto is weirdly intense ‘live free or die’ yikes
  • New Jersey - interesting accent. hair gel up the wazoo on the men. lots of fucking diners. also the worlds biggest statue of a tooth??? ? why?  i know one boy from new jersey who came to college with only five white-wife beaters and two gym shorts. his name was Tony. 
  • New Mexico - arizonas nicer cousin. Not As Hot as you would expect. lots of cacti. super pretty architecture. desert aesthetic and aliens. ur lawmakers don’t get paid?? also ur capital is super cool and v old.
  • New York - ur all assholes but its okay because u have to deal with tourists. liberal and educated but not v nice. superiority complex sometimes. nyc has more people than 39 of the 50 us states. y’all are packed like rats. also lots of celebrities 
  • North Carolina - transphobic af. also u have a lot of sweet potatoes?? ur beaches are generally pretty crowded but can be nice. I have a friend that lives there now; she says the weather is v nice. v good at basketball. 
  • North Dakota - boring. for some reason its still legal to shoot an indian if they’re on horseback and ur in a covered wagon??? obsessed with buffalo. also very cold
  • Ohio - people only care about you around election time. ur flag isn’t a rectangle?? hipster trash. also its illegal to get a fish drunk?? ????? do people even fish in ohio? what is this
  • Oklahoma - u get a lot of tornadoes and most people don’t even care because you kind of suck. ironically u were the last state to declare xmas a legal holiday tho but i guess being first to go for lethal injection makes up for it. not even carrie underwood can save this state. 
  • Oregon - v liberal but to the point of being pretentious. great weather. the people are generally nice but also v weird?? I went and a guy was unironically riding down the street on a penny farthing? p sure everyone is high. also drivers have to yield to pedestrians….who are on the sidewalk??? 
  • Pennsylvania - ur a wannabe confederate state like?? get over it ur in the north pal. also u have the oldest continuously operating book shop in the US and maybe the world. u could have saved us but you didn’t. your weather is v inconsistent. not uncommon to see amish people on the side of a high way in their buggies. your sports fans are kinda scary
  • Rhode Island - smol. first state to stick it to britain. u really like tennis which is weird because ur windy af. first state to abolish death penalty. ur state motto is just the word ‘hope’??? also ur flag looks like a fifth graders art project but its nice?
  • South Carolina - crocodiles and beaches. my cousin and i went down and she made me play pokémon go with her except we were barefoot and it led us right to an 8 foot crocodile. also we found pickled pig parts in a sketchy gas station in a jar. not for sale. just there. also the anti-choice gory fetus signs on the side of the road are classy. 
  • South Dakota - better than north dakota. very pretty. giant fucking fossil named sue. lots of fossils in general. you like big rocks with faces carved onto them. u didn’t stop with the presidents; now ur making one for crazy horse (and it looks better). 
  • Tennessee - ur state is most referenced in a crappy pick up line. you’re to blame for mountain dew. most people only think of graceland and elvis which is fine cuz thats all you care about too. my friend went there and asked for chicken at a fast food restaurant but they didn’t have any and her phone broke. 
  • Texas - not as racist as people think, but still pretty racist. austin is v liberal but thats about it. you keep trying to secede (again) and its as funny as it is pathetic. have a huge bat colony - largest in the world, but they’re mexican freetail bats so u probably want to get rid of them. unironically wear cowboy hats. 
  • Utah - mormons like literally there are so many mormons that its the least diverse state in terms of religion. very pretty tho. ur state motto is just the word ‘industy’ ??? ?? ???? also u really like skiing and snowboarding. 
  • Vermont - v liberal. pure. also should probably be canadian since u make a lot of syrup. also home to ben and jerrys. very green and lots of critters. very pretty mountains. the people are really chill and probably annoyed ppl confuse vermont with new hampshire.
  • Virginia - u can’t drive. ur really competitive with marylanders but its kind of onesided?? u also donated land to build DC. weirdly specific hunting laws? no animals can be hunted on sundays except raccoons which can be hunted until 2 am??? why do u hunt raccoons? very political. lots of history. everyone is named james.
  • Washington - seattle is the only thing people think of unless they’ve seen twilight in which case: forks. very green and grey color scheme. named after the primero prez. home to starbucks like literally there is one on every corner. also u have an active volcano which is cool but it has killed people which isn’t
  • West Virginia - ur very racist but you don’t even try to hide it? u didn’t have a starbucks until 2003. You know coal isn’t coming back and you don’t know why trump thinks he can make it come back. But you voted for him anyway. 
  • Wisconsin - Cheese. v religious and not the loving god kind; very hellfire and brimstone. you have a hamburger hall of fame and u also tried to do the noahs ark theme park but im p sure that didn’t work out well. 
  • Wyoming - racist which is ironic since ur the equality state and also you’re obsessed with guns. yellowstone national park is p much the only reason people go there. you carry shotguns around with you for no good reason. 
2

“Well, we’ve known each other for a while now and there’s something I ought to show you…”

Larry cocked an eyebrow at his friend, noticing the almost verbatim mirroring to his own words a few days prior as he showed Sal his hide away.

Sally nervously undid the straps of his prosthetic, his hands a bit shakey. He wanted to show Larry his face- was it really his face though he thought, it wasn’t the same face in the family photos in his own house- but he was scared of losing the first person who welcomed him here, who thought he ‘mask’ was neat, who accepted him and all his quirks.

With a sigh Sal unclasped the straps and let the mask fall away from his face. A worried look graced his features as he felt Larry’s eyes roam his face, taking in each gouging scar and the tears near his mouth. Sal closed his eyes, in fear what the impending rejection that he had grown accustomed too.

But nothing came.

Cautiously the blue haired male opened his eyes, the worried look still upon his face and a nervous tone in his voice.

“Well?” He questioned.

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Larry thought for a moment before speaking, a soft, accepting smile on his face. He was torn between apologizing to Sally for the pain he must have gone through- both emotional and physical- and complimenting the male.

He opted for the latter, deciding the last thibg Sal would want was pity.

“It suits ya, Sal- its different like you.”

Sal breathed out a sigh of relief and reached for his prosthetic only to be stopped by Larry’s hand.

“I’d like it if you kept it off, its nice to see my best friend’s face but I do understand if you want it on.”

Sally smiled and set it down, instead reaching for the companion controller to the one on his first true friend’s hand.

……………

sorry for the lil writing thing but I wanted to draw Sally without his mask (shout out to @sallywiththeface for helping me making it look like this) and ended up making it where he’s showing Larry his face for the first time. Sal was the main drawing amd Larry was just a quick warm up doodle I cleaned up and colored in (gonna do a better art of him soon I swear)

anonymous asked:

This hiatus is going to be soooo looooong!!!!!! Do you have any fic recs for me to pass the time? I'm reading Red Dirt Road and it's amazing. What are you reading?

Ugh! Tell me about it! LOL How can I wait that long to see my lovelies again? 

As for what I’m reading, there’s so many great Richonne fics out there, and have only had time to read a few :(

Here’s what I’ve checked out recently:

A Million Years by @harlequinn823: it’s really well written and such a heartwarming story. I wanted more as soon as I finished. This is the author’s first Richonne fic, so please do leave feedback.

We’re the Ones Who Live by @lovedmoviesb: a nice collection of Richonne one-shots that are beautifully crafted.

8 Days at the Kingdom by @richonnelandfill: full of wonderfully steamy Richonne scenes. Also, the descriptions of the Kingdom are so lively; it’s great.

Humidity by @nyese3529: a really fun, playful Richonne College AU. Definite page-turner with a lot of laughs. I’m hooked!

Skanky Jadis by @yellehughes: this is hilariously good. It’s a unique take on the “I lay with him after” scene with the funniest internal dialogue I’ve read in ages.

Mama by @sneetchstar: fluffy and lovely Richonne Grimes family fic. It’s oh so cute. I’m getting teary-eyed thinking about it! Ha!

The Note by @severelybabykryptonite: this is an adorable Richonne High School AU. I could not stop reading it. I read it again when I went to get the link just now! SBK ALWAYS delivers the goods.

El Paso by @rubducked: this is one of the most unique AU fics I’ve read. It’s so well-written that you feel as if you’re right there in the story. Very smart; very engaging. @rubducked is one of the premier wordsmiths in the fandom right now.

Queen of Anything by @birdnmouse: gorgeous glimpses into canon Richonne and their interactions. At times funny, playful and touching. Very well-written.  @birdnmouse gifts us with with absolute Richonne gold.

Girls Night by @tearrag: this is the author’s first ever fic. It’s funny and has a unique take on our faves getting together and sharing in laughs and drinks. If you read this, remember to leave some feedback and encouragement :)


I have a list of fics I need to read from @cranesinthe-sky; @chezza3009; @cake-by-thepound; @meanprincesa; @pennylane714; and others who’ve updated/posted recently. You should check their pages out as well.

P.S. Thanks for your support and readership of my stories! You are appreciated.

Snake Twist Necklace

I already did a review on this last week when I first got it, but I just had to update after more use. THIS THING IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! It’s literally like if tangle had adult looking jewelry, like a tangle necklace. I have not stopped fidgeting/stimming with it since I got it. I have completely neglected all my other stim/fidget toys. I stim with it from sun up till sun down. I take it with me everywhere. It’s so easy to just put it around your neck or wrist when you are about to walk into a public place. I am absolutely obsessed with the texture of it, so smooth and nice. It seems like it’s very sturdy too. I have been using it non stop and it’s still exactly how it was when I first got it. It bends so nicely, and can keep its shape, I love twisting it around my fingers, or twisting it up to make a wand. It’s great for one handed or two handed stimming. Also, it’s only about 4-5$ on Amazon. Honestly, if you are someone that loves tangles you should really look into getting one of these if you don’t have one yet. I am so in love with it.

Win Journal 3 with this. And also... Journals 2 and 1!!!!? After 5 years, there's finally Gravity Falls merchandise in my country, aaaaaand... it's illegal.

I never knew why there weren’t Gravity Falls DVDs in my country before the finale. Here, in Peru, where you can go anywhere and find any movie or TV program, sometimes even before it’s officially out.

Well, a couple of months ago, these vendors must have thought Gravity Falls might be profitable. Now it’s everywhere.

However, what you’ll see in this video goes one step forward. This here is a mixture between copyright violation and one of my country’s most beloved kids hobbies: sticker albums.

As you can see in the back cover of the album, you can win some little prizes. In case you think you’re dreaming, you’re not. It’s probable these guys made a deal with Bill, because somehow you can win ALL 3 Journals. There are also coupons for winning posters, postcards, and the respective trucker hats of Dipper, Mabel, and Bill Cipher. You know, like the ones that APPEAR on the show.

To win the Journals you must take a picture of ten open sticker packs, and send them with your personal info to the Facebook page of this Toon Card company which has made the album. You will enter a raffle and the winner(s) will be announced on July 14th. That’s one day after Soos’ birthday, right? Dude is gonna love this.

I don’t need to investigate further more to know these guys didn’t ask for permission to do this. There isn’t a single mention of Disney or Hirsch and Co. The personal info of the characters inside has errors. And some of the stickers are actually fanart.

I will send this to Alex Hirsch because the Grunkle Stan inside him would be so thrilled about this amazing idea for making money.

Having said all that, do watch the whole video because the album is actually nice and colorful, and it’s probable it will be the only thing that there will ever be of its kind in terms of Gravity Falls official merchandise.

Also, here’s another guy who has this one and more videos where he opens his packs and pastes the stickers. He’s so funny because he comments on the characters, and how he hasn’t watched all the episodes yet. If you want me to traduce anything he says, you can ask me.

Okay, so this was my post to celebrate the June 15 day, fifth anniversary of Gravity Falls first ever airing. I hope you find all this interesting. And remember, the album is less than one dollar, and it is available globally

in my country.

Thanks a lot, Peru!!!

happier (remus lupin)

request by anon:  hi can i request an angst one with remus lupin (marauders era please) and you break up, maybe he sees you move on but in the end he’s like nope gotta get bae back and its nice in the end :)

this is my first requested imagine and i do hope it meets your expectations! <3 i really recommend listening to happier by ed sheeran after the break up part :) just to add effect. also part two of if only is going to be published soon!

pair: young!remus x reader

lowercase intended

warning: swearing

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the crackle of the fire always relaxed you. the way the sound rings through your ears as you turn the page of your book and sip the cup of tea just made everything feel better.

it also helped keep you company as you waited for remus to come back from another day with his friends. it’s not that you don’t like them, you loved them and they were always a joy to be around but, remus hasn’t spent time with you in awhile. he always rainchecked you and leave to go with them.

not wanting to sound clingy or annoying, you kept to yourself. pretend it doesn’t phase you. it worked for the first two weeks or so but, you did suffer from a great lack of patience. you decided to give it one more try because love never gives up.

right?


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“So what is Tanabata exactly?” Victor asks.

“You know all the decorations they’ve been putting up around town?” Yuuri says. This time Victor lets him sit, and he rests next to him with their thighs touching as Victor nods. Yuuri brightens then, his voice growing more and more excited as he talks. “It’s the Star Festival. There’s this pair of lovers, Orihime and Hikoboshi, and they’re only allowed to meet one day of the year because the Milky Way separates them. It’s the seventh day of the seventh month that they can come together, hence the festival. Though it’s said that if it rains, they can’t meet.”

“That’s somewhat sad,” Victor replies with a frown.

“A little,” Yuuri admits. “Orihime has to cross a river to meet him—she’s a weaver, and he’s a cowherd. Her father introduced them because he thought she was lonely, and they hit it off a little too well. She stopped weaving, and his cows got loose all over heaven. Her dad separated them, but then she cried so much she still didn’t make any cloth. So he gave them the day to meet every year, crossing the Milky Way like a river. Magpies make a bridge for her, and if it rains they can’t. That’s why if the weather’s bad they spend the year alone.”

Makkachin joins them on the bed, curling up next to Victor with his head on his thigh. Victor absent-mindedly pets him.

“They’re represented by the stars Vega and Altair,” Yuuri continues. “Hence Star Festival.”

“That’s a lovely story,” Victor answers. “And I can tell you really enjoy this holiday.”

Yuuri blinks.

“You get this look in your eyes,” Victor elaborates. “When you’re excited. It’s like your eyes turn a couple shades lighter and glow from within.”

Now Yuuri’s face heats for a different reason. No one’s ever noticed anything like that about him. Or at least if they did, they never let on.

“How about this,” Victor begins. “Work really hard this week, and we’ll take off for the festival.”

‘Cause I’m a Taker, ‘Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature Chapter 3: Tanabata

anonymous asked:

artists with flatter graphic styles! hehe who do you recommend? thank you!

some of these arent like super *graphic* styles but they have aspects or strengths to most of their work I think are super strong for that kind of style! 

istvan banyai is an illustrator I really love! He’s got a lot of flat shapes but an excellent understanding of their contour in relation to implying form.

as for people on tumblr!

hiyo is really good w/ color! most of it has depth but she’s been a lot of strong blocks of color recently and in general her work is super nice

I really love the linework this artist has

josé has a sort of playful look to his stuff! I love his use of flat shapes 

joey’s anatomy shows a lot of personality and color choice? god tier. knowing how to give personality is always good for a graphic look

johnathan stroh is an animator/illustrator that uses a lot of flat shapes. I really love his animated environments 

pixelyte usually has a painterly look to her work but I’ve always been drawn to how she makes her work seem both graphic and delicate, if that makes sense??

baltimore oriole is an artist that has work very similar to mine! I only found them after I started doing my own work and someone recommended me them lol

genice has a really good sense of shape and its relation to form imo! & they’re known for illustrations but I think they’re taking classes in animation now? so if you want another illust/animator to look out for check them out!

gjo (I think their name is grace on twitter I’m not sure!!) has nice form and a really dynamic style. their approach to proportions and faces work in so many different rendering techniques and tones.

uki was one of the first working illustrators I kept up on/followed!! They have a great sense of movement in composition and a very unique view and approach 

I may have forgotten some but those are ones that come to mind!!

anonymous asked:

you ever think of how when you first meet gob in fallout 3 your speech options are basically all just variants of being appalled and/or prejudiced towards him, but the one "nice option" is to talk to him like youre a fucking idiot... its like "serve me up a drink, fine chum! what lovely a day this is my beautiful barman friend!" like todd no thats not how people talk when they want to be pleasant that how people talk when theyre appalled and/or prejudiced and decide to be sarcastic about it

bethesda writers think dialogue is only for clunky jokes and exposition what else is new

anonymous asked:

In a lot of your fanfictions (canon and AU) you write about the year Hogwarts was occupied. Do you think you might ever pick one of the universes, or the canon, and write your own multi-chapter rendition of what happened? ps I love you works so much

Hi! Probably not? You may have noticed, but I don’t write very much multi-chaptered fic, or even fic that really reads like the sort of thing that has chapters. Plot. You know? It just feels too much like how I write my novels, and I am both amazing and terrible at multi-tasking. 

I find I can really only write one story per “medium.” What my brain considers different mediums can be a little random and weird, but I try to work with it. (Always try to work with your brain, folks! It’s doing its best). If I try to write two similar-type stories at once, I just stall out on both of them. 

Having concurrent projects, though, is one of the ways I’m best at creating content. (I never know quite what will get done first, but I know *something* will get done, and that’s nice for me.) I have to make sure they stay in their own lanes, so to speak, though. I’ve got six or seven “mediums” that I’ve got projects going in right now, and only one of them is for my fanfic.

Multi-chaptered “story”-format fanfic is the same lane, or medium, to me as novels are– there’s certain ways you structure the words, the flow, and your mindset in writing it that mean I just can’t double up on it. So, so long as I keep novelling, my fanfic will probably remain in the “sketch” formats my AUs end up in, or the vignette forms of my character focuses, things like that. The style gap there lets me do both at once, and I like that. 

But if you *want* a multi-chaptered story about a bunch of stubborn, brave kids trying to live in a world that doesn’t fit them, finding family and love in the beautiful misfits around them, and eventually rising up against the powers-that-be to try to make that world a little better… 

well, I *do* have two book series up for free at ejadelomax.com. Just sayin’.

Im kind of scared and mostly angry at myself. We are currently understaffed where I work. We cant really take sick days and schedule isnt at all flexible since the only other retail person that isnt working fulltime is doing so because shes going to school. Im not upset at her for doing what she wants in her life-Im happy about that. Im just upset it leaves me having NO choice but to work the same schedule every week even if I’m too sick to come in.
Our boss is pretty great about not having anyone work alone-but its to the point were if youre sick and no one can cover you all that can be done is giving you a shorter shift (until a closer comes in or right as the openers are leaving depending). We are also a small place-i work at the second location which has only been open roughly 7 months (Sept. 23) while the first location has been open 16 years. #1 is painfully busy right now, while at #2 despite being understaffed it’s painfully slow. Normally some #1 people would be able to cover-but like I said. Painfully busy.

My shifts have also lately been three days of 9 hours then one 7 hour shift and a 6 hour shift. Not bad, until you know I’m pre everything trans and have to wear a binder to even come close to passing. This is why I’m angry at myself. I havent even tired to build up the courage to ask for shifts that do not go longer than 8 hours. Despite the fact that my phyiscal well being requires it. I know I need to do this (im waking up with sore ribs despite never sleeping in my binder) but Im just.
So nervous about having that conversation. Its one im terrified to ask even though im sure my boss/manager would be understanding even if i didnt explain why its such a big deal.

My ribs, having trouble sleeping, and forgetting my meds for social anxiety have really put me on edge. I even forgot to do major things a couple nights ago because I was so tired in every sense of the word.

Im pretty lucky though that I live in a small town (people are only now realizing we exist) and because of that everyone tends to be really nice. Or maybe its because we’re in canada? Who knows. Ive only had one really rude customer-I was clearly helping somone, and this guy. This grown man who was NOT in the store when I first started helping who I was helping got mad I didnt drop everything for him. There was also several other people who had been in the store longer than him. I finished helping who I was helping and instead of going to the people who had been waiting much longer i go to now help the guy who just showed up. He had been standing there, looking patient and annoyed if not somewhat understanding that hey. You were not here first. However as soon as to start ringing him up he just says that he doesnt want to buy anything anymore. Despite standing there. As if he was still going to buy something.
Apparently not helping somone who’s barely been waiting a minute when youre already checking somone else out is a terrible offense.

Also-for the record we have products behind the counter on display. These items which make up most of our stock can only be retrieved from behind the counter. Because of this we rarely have actual lines in my store, since often times someone will just be standing near what they want. Instead of going over to the register and saying what they want.

Insomnia - Part 1

Description: Camila can’t sleep. One name keeps her awake every night for months. It even did before she left Fifth Harmony. But, if before this name was a nice distraction to her insomnia, now it’s drowning her soul in a nice bath at 12 am. The young woman knows there’s only one way to soothe her pain. So she takes her phone and dials a number she learned by heart: Lauren’s.

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