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Disney Descendants 2: True Villian?

Let’s start at the first book of the Descendants franchise as it was King Beast who came up with the idea of locking up all the Villains in an island.

Not only that but King Beast has brought all the dead villains back to life, seals them all on an Island that is clearly visible from their castle, set up a magical barrier to keep them from using magic, along with a constant slew of storm clouds over their heads.

Having prisoners means they need food so King Beast and Belle have EVERYONE agree that left over food should be sent over for them to eat.

Considering Villains would trying to escape or stole away if a crew went it was most likely sent with people who could use magic to get in, leave a large barge of left over food, clothes, and whatever else people had thrown out or no longer needed.

Now food that’s tosses out or even thrown into the barge would get bad fast. As we see in the first movie the candies and sweet they were eating were obviously clean, fresh, not old and not rotten.

Fast forward a year or so and babies start to be be born. As the years go by more and more kids are born into this hell and NONE of them have ever had fresh food and if they happened to come across good that wasn’t old it was considered a rare treat.

We know that the Kings and Queens were aware children lived there but did nothing to help them. Even those who known what it was like to live a poverty stricken life said nothing.

When Ben announces his first official proclamation of giving the Children of the Isle of the Lost a second chance it made Beast become angry snapping at his son
Belle was no better because she’s shocked.

They both are very reluctant when Ben speaks out that they were innocent and deserved a chance.

Everyone calls a second chance when none of the kids had done anything to spend their whole lives in a prision were their parents shape them into what they want.

After the events of the four VKs, Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos choosing good, Ben becoming King the other kids on the Isle think their getting that chance to be free wait for their invitation to go to Auradon.

However Ben forgets because or rather tells himself that there’s no re because of his Kingly duties , being a good student and a good boyfriend.

What upsets me the most is that Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos KNOW what kind of hell kids suffer on the island and do nothing.

They go on living their whole lives without a glance back. They leave the rest to their doomed lives.

This anger boils with Uma the most because at one point her and Mal were the best of friends. They ran the streets together causing mayhem, pulling pranks, and had rule over a good amount of people until Mal decided to trick Uma in to thinking think that Mal was drowning.

Uma has more heart then Mal because she dive into the water to save her best friend without a second thought.

If course Mal had tricked her, dumped rotting shrimp on her before getting everyone to call her Shrimpy. Not only did Mal mock her for this but she betrayed the only person she had been exstreamly close too.

Despite many attempts Uma could never fully get the smell out of her hair. The hurt, anger, sorrow and humiliation cause Uma to seek out revenge.

We know that in the first book the four VKS became friends because Mal had been given a task by her mom to go d her staff, but in Descendants 2 we see a spray paint artwork by Mal of Uma I their hideaway and it’s crossed out with an X.

Later when Eive, Jay and Carlos became her friends after they completed her mother’s tast they stay there to avoid their parents.

Soon however their sent to Auradon.

Another thing that bothered me was that Evie forgot completely about Dizzy until Mal mentioned her as the one who did did her hair.

Evie has become good friends with Ben but left Dizzy to rot in a island only to make a list six months later and the it reason being her guilt for abandoning the young girl.

The line of “What’s ice cream taste like?” Was one sucker punch Evie had coming.

Toward the end of the movie Uma tells Ben she doesn’t need him to get to Auradon. This tells us she’s lost all faith with the so called Heroes and that she will get her crew off the island.

When They trade the fake want for the King all of the Whar rats are so excited that their finally going to leave the island.

Uma has Harry and Gil by her side all looking at the wand and when Uma holds up the want her voice is in excited shock because she’s going to save them all.

Her line is “By the ppwer if the sea, tear it down and set us free!”

The whole crew is happy, excited and when nothing happens the shock and hurt is there for a second, Harry is enraged, Uma is betrayed again and Gil had a look of destroyed hope.

Mal had left her friends, Ben and everything in Auradon because things were hard, Uma on the other hand made her escape and she wanted to take down the barrier, not for her mother or to prove she was evil but Harry, Gil and her crew were still trapped.

The desperation for them to be free was her main goal. Kid on the Isle can’t swim, Uma is hf sea witch and grand daughter of Poseidon meaning that swimming is natural and so is breathing under the sea.

She even stops fighting, gives the ring back and the look of pure hurt is on her face as Uma leaves back to the Ocean and while everyone is celebrating Uma reappears outside the Isle of the Lost where is is most likely trying to figure out how to get Harry and Gil along with the rest of her crew who can’t swim.

Also… where the HELL did Maleficent go?!

Did Mal drop her in the Ocean she riding her moped back the Isle?!

The End - Part 1

Word Count: 3255

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence

Constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated

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“Y/N/N…maybe we should find a motel for the night.” Dean was in the passenger seat while you drove. You’d practically insisted on driving, hoping that he’d get some sleep and you could have an excuse not to. Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was Michael and Lucifer battling it out using Sam and Dean, killing them both in the process.

“No, I’m good.”

“Y/N…” Dean glared at you, raising an eyebrow. “Look, you haven’t slept in over a day. I’m not stupid, Princess. I know you. You can’t hide that shit from me. We’re stopping at a motel and getting you the hell out of this car.”

“But –“

“I’m not askin’ you to sleep.” Dean said. “I just want to get a room so we can both at least relax a little. That’s all I’m askin’. Alright?”

“Fine.” You huffed a breath and turned down the next road, rolling to a stop in front of the first motel you came across. When you stepped out of the car all your joints were tense. Dean was right, you really did need to be out of the car. You stretched yourself out before turning and walking toward where Dean was waiting on the sidewalk with your bags. He started walking inside as soon as you were next to him.

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I do not mind sharing at all!  just hope you all are prepared for this since it might get a bit long - I have so many ideas, it’s fairly ridiculous and, as someone who works retail, most of them are probably boring as crap! And thank you so much for the sweet compliments, anon dear! I hope I’ll continue putting out good content for you and the other readers!

  • Toshinori is the mall’s security officer and has been for two years, ever since he came to the town. There’s been mentions of his past before and he’s a mall legend - it’s said that he’s a highly decorated soldier but that he was heavily injured during the last war and that he couldn’t even make it onto the police force, which is why he became security. Izuku Midoriya idolizes him and tags along wherever he goes in the mall until Toshinori offers to make him a security guard in training. Midoriya has never looked as proud as when he first got to wear the uniform beside Toshinori and he’s almost too eager to patrol the mall.
  • Bakugou has worked in almost every store in the mall. He keeps getting fired for some reason or other. He’s currently working at Wal-Mart, stocking shelves. The manager is a family friend and lets Bakugou get away with a lot because he knows this is the kid’s last chance, since the only other stores are women’s lingerie and a hairdresser and neither of them will hire him. Bakugou is actually a really good stock-boy but he has no customer service skills - he has a bad habit of yelling at customer’s and there have been lots of calls to corporate about him.
  • Bakugou always goes for lunch at the Meat On A Stick place Kirishima works at. It’s right across from the Stick O’ Meat place that Tetsutetsu works at. There’s a very fierce rivalry between the two and Kirishima won’t talk to any of his friends who visit Tetsutetsu’s food counter. Oddly enough, the two boys always end up eating lunch together because their lunch breaks coincide. 
  • Jirou works at the music store. She always look perpetually bored and will kick people out or refuse to serve them if they touch the instruments without being able to play them. They pay her to ring people through, not pretend they have talent. She’s another one who has had a few complaints given about her. Her father owns the store and has the same attitude she does. If it wasn’t known that their music shop sold only the highest level of merchandise and that the employees knew their stuff inside and out, the shop would’ve closed long ago. 
  • Mineta applied at every shop catering to women in the mall. Somehow he got hired to work at Sephora. It turns out he actually has a real talent for makeup and he not only becomes a supervisor but gets to surround himself with girls all day - he swears work is paradise. 
  • Tokoyami works at Hot Topic and rides a moped to work. It’s almost become a meme.
  • Tooru and Ojiro snapchat their days to each other, even if they’re working the same shift at Starbucks. Tooru is known for having the worst luck with writing names on cups - if she’s working, don’t expect the name on your cup to be anything near your name but might be something like ‘Sparky’ for Kaminari due to the lightning bolt he dyes into his hair or ‘Lord Darkness of Darkness Manor’ for Tokoyami or something equally silly. She’s been warned but she just can’t help herself.
  • Iida is Bakugou’s long-suffering supervisor at the grocery store. He only has the part time job because of how good he thinks it’ll look on his college application and is honestly not getting paid enough for this.
  • Todoroki works at Dairy Queen. He hates it with every last bit of his soul but he’s saving up for a lawyer for his emancipation - at least, that’s what he tells everyone who asks. He’s known for his snark and ‘I’m dead inside’ customer service face but somehow his store is always the most popular and packed with girls (and the occasional guy) whenever he works.
  • Almost everyone ends their day by visiting Rikidou at his work. He works at a bakery and is knowing for being very generous with free samples, especially for his friends.

anonymous asked:

I seen that you have US Sans be able to drive a motorcycle in your fanfic, so care to share a few headcanons on that? Also, how would Blueberry react to having a crush on a tough biker chick that enjoys racing against him on the open road?

*Sure thing!  Even though Blueberry is a Papyrus-personality, he’s still a Sans to me, so I try to keep some of those Sans quirks with him.  A love of stars/space is one thing, and the motorcycle is basically just Sans’s version of Papyrus’s sports car, since Sans is riding a tricycle on the open road.  Although a fun fact is that I actually headcanon UT!Sans as riding a moped (because I originally mistook the tricycle as one).  

Cars always seemed a bit big for Blueberry.  He likes to be in control, and while the idea of being able to take his friends along as passengers in a car appeals to him, he still prefers something with more maneuverability.  With a motorcycle, he feels like he has total control over it’s movements, be it with the way he leans his body with the bike, or the way he can easily weave between cars on the road.  

Blueberry likes power.  He wants to soar down the highway, and he’s a little bit on the reckless side.  Thankfully, his control of blue magic helps him prevent any wrecks.  

His motorcycle is flashy and expensive.  It’s got blue lights that illuminate the road around him at night.  

He likes to get into impromptu street races.  And by that, I mean he watched a street racing movie once and decided that’s just what humans do.  He’ll shout at the drivers at red lights and attempt to race them, and his efforts double if he sees another motorcyclist.  He won’t use his magic during a race unless it’s to help one of the other drivers or stop himself from potentially wrecking into them.  

Stretch is adamantly against the races and whoever let Blueberry watch the movie is in for a Bad Time.

US!Sans–Blueberry the Biker:

She always seemed the most beautiful to him when she was leaned over her bike and wearing a smirk.

On one of the days when Blueberry was trying to engage the drivers around him in a friendly street race (how else was he supposed to make friends with the human drivers?), she pulled up next to him on a motorcycle.  There was a part of him that was intimidated; after all, she looked tough in her leather jacket, tight jeans, and knee-high black boots.  He couldn’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but an amused smile was curving her lips.  “Sure, I’ll take you up on that, Bones.”

Of course, she thoroughly beat Blueberry, but he gave her a run for her money.  After expressing his admiration for her racing prowess, Blueberry set about trying to beat her.  Day after day, he’d meet her at the same spot and demand a rematch.  On days that she didn’t show up, he felt antsy.  On the days that she did, it felt like his SOUL was thrumming in his chest.  What was once the desire to push himself to be the best motorcycle racer he could be had slowly shifted to him just wanting to grab her attention.  He bought his own leather jacket, and when she didn’t comment, he went to Red for help.  

The next day, he appeared wearing the arm costume tattoo arm sleeves over his bones, thick-soled combat boots, huge sunglasses, chaps over his pants with chains hanging down from the sides, fingerless gloves, a skull-and-crossbone shirt, and the leather jacket with spiked studs all over the shoulders. 
….Yeah, Edge may have walked in and decided to lend his expertise, too.

The biker chick started laughing, and Blueberry looked crestfallen.  “Oh, Bones, what… haha, dude, what’re you wearing?”

His cheeks magically puffed out in a pout.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  THIS IS WHAT ALL BIKERS WEAR!  AND I’M CLEARLY A BIKER, SO I SHOULD DRESS MORE APPROPRIATELY!”  His cheekbones are dusted a light blue, and he’s gripping the handlebars of his bike tight to keep himself from bolting.  Ugh, she’s laughing at him!  He never should have consulted those two.  

“Bones, you’re not a biker–”

“MY NAME I-ISN’T BONES!  IT’S THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!”  Oh, stars, his voice cracked a little, but if she’s going to make fun of him, then she doesn’t get to use a nickname.  

“Okay, Sans.  There’s nothing wrong with what you were wearing before.  So why the sudden change?”

“I JUST WANTED TO LOOK COOL LIKE YOU!” He suddenly admits, feeling stupid.  His eyesockets are burning, but he’s not a babybones; he’s not going to cry.   

She looks taken aback and stares at him for a moment.  A slow smile curves her lips, and she steps over to him and pulls his sunglasses off.  How did he–oh, it was taped on with duct tape, the manliest of tapes.  It takes an awkward couple of seconds longer than it should have because of this, but she finally manages to wiggle his glasses free of the tape.  His eyelights are wide as he stares up at her, and she tips her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to meet his gaze.  “I already think you look cool.”

“Y..YOU DO?”  His eyelights instantly shift into stars.  She grins, nodding.

“Dude, you’re a literal skeleton on a motorcycle.  It doesn’t get much cooler than that.”

Huh.  He never thought of it like that, but now that she’s mentioned it.. that does sound super cool!  His confidence is back, and he mweh heh’s a couple of times, squaring his shoulders.  “WELL, I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT LOGIC!  AND.. I DO KINDA MISS MY BANDANNA.”

“Well, why don’t you go change, and then we can race?”

He blinks, his head tilting.  “WHY DO I NEED TO CHANGE TO RACE?”

The biker chick grins, sliding a finger across his jaw, before she hooks the end of his sunglasses through the collar of his shirt.  “Because we’re not going to race here.”  He looks confused, and she smirks. “We’re going to race to dinner.”

And that’s how Blueberry scored a date with a smokin’ hot biker chick.  Red and Edge take all the credit for scoring him that date.  

so i’m rewatching season 1 and taking screencaps. but i noticed something i jUST



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A Nice Cup Of Java

I flew into Jakarta, Indonesia a few weeks ago, not knowing what to expect. 

It did not take long for me to be thrown into the craziness of Indonesia’s capital city: smoggy, humid, crowded, and fast-paced. I found a bus heading to the part of town I needed to reach. I groggily hopped out at what looked like the right place. From the random train station I landed at, I could see the museum from my hostel’s “directions” description. I was close… But I had to cross a river of crocodiles.

It seemed that reaching my destination would require me to cross two 5-laned, congested and speedy streets. I walked around looking for a crosswalk. There was nothing. It was intimidating. I would have to dive into traffic and hope for the best.

Eventually I saw some kids jump into the street with their hands up. They seemed to know what they were doing so I joined them, hands raised as well. We crossed the two streets together as they jubilantly thanked me. They thought I was helping them, but they were actually helping me! We were all winners. 

I shortly found the hostel and it was a nice refuge from the chaotic city outside. 

Lots of the other travelers staying at this hostel didn’t love Jakarta. It was a comfortable hostel to hang out in, so people would go days without really leaving. I befriended some people and we explored some neighborhoods nearby. One guy was a vegetarian and had been in Indonesia for a few months so he helped me with the vocab I would need to find food!

One day a few girls and I took a cab to some strange “Mini Indonesia” Park. It was a collection of all the different houses and cultures you will find around the Indonesian Islands. It was cool in theory, and probably great for Indonesian kids on a field trip, but it was kinda of empty and creepy. 

After a few days in Jakarta, I took a train for 8 hours halfway across Java to Yogyakarta, a city many people raved about and insisted I visit. 

I took the executive train despite the economy train being cheaper. The executive left at better hours. I would have had to cross Jakarta at 4 am for the other. No thanks. The train was air-conditioned and comfortable. I slept most of the ride but the scenery was lovely whenever I could open my eyes enough to see. 

When I got to Yogyakarta, I was emotionally exhausted because I had been stressed about my future travel plans and I was feeling very lonely. I couldn’t even begin to plan what I’d be doing for the next few days. I took some time to make calls and sort out my life. After a day of crying, mixed in with watching Will & Grace, I took a shower and emerged into the world.

I was actually feeling pretty dandy at this point. I was wearing a dress I like and gliding down the street, soaking up the sun. It was one of those times where I just felt right in a city, grooving along with the scenes. 

A guy on a moped pulled over to the side of the road and inched backwards towards me. Normally this would put me on high alert and I wouldn’t be very friendly (I get harassed a lot on the street). I guess I was in a good mood so I tried to be open-minded. He quickly told me I looked Australian and that he speaks English because his mom married an Australian. He asked how long I’d been in Yogyakarta and what I’d seen. 

I told him I’d just arrived and I wasn’t sure what I would be doing the next few days. He did not seem to give off a creepy vibe. He seemed genuinely nice! It was so refreshing. Normally when men talk to me on the street it escalates to them asking whether or not I have a boyfriend…which then leads to more uncomfortable questions. 

He told me he rents out mopeds and he would like to show me around if I wanted. He said I wouldn’t really need to pay, just help him practice his English. Since I was too tired to plan my own life, I accepted his offer to go around the city for a bit and see how I felt. 

I hadn’t ridden a moped in Indonesia yet, but it is something most people do while traveling here. The way Dutch people own bikes, Indonesians own mopeds. The streets are filled with them. 

Jonie and I zipped through the traffic around corners and passed markets. I eventually became more and more comfortable. Okay…it was thrilling

I agreed to let him drive me to the Temple Borobudur outside of the city the following morning at 5 am. This Buddhist Temple is referred to as a “must see” and most would recommend going at sunrise. I wasn’t sure how I would have gotten there otherwise, so it was nice that something fell in my lap!

The next day I woke up and ripped myself from bed to prepare for a longer and slightly more intimidating moped journey. Jonie was waiting in front of the hostel with his sister. He said his sister would drive me to the temple. It threw me off for a moment, but I felt better to be with a girl on a moped in the dark no matter how kind Jonie had been.

We drove out of the city as the dawn broke…and the rain began to fall. This made the moped ride even more exciting, if not slightly terrifying. But I trusted Jonie’s sister… I had no choice but to trust her. 

When we arrived at the temple, I was a bit wet from the rain but I got a ticket and climbed up to the top of the stone creation. The view was magnificent! The “sun rise” wasn’t sunny, but the mist drifting over the tropical trees in every direction created a nice mood. The fog over the up-side-down-tea-cup stone sculptures was eerie and gorgeous. 

I soon realized the best part of going early was that the park was getting increasingly more and more crowded. Soon people were shoving each other out of the way to get the best photos of themselves with the temple. Gotta Instagram it! 

I got the Instagram photo I wanted and got out of there before I was hit in the face with more selfie sticks.

The moped ride back into town was less wet and the scenery was pretty but I was pooped. I just wanted to get back to the hostel to sleep a bit. 

Later that afternoon, Jonie picked me up to take me to the Prambanan Hindu Temple, which everyone recommends you see at sunset. I was still tired but didn’t want to give up my chance at a cheap ride so I dragged myself out to the temple. 

Despite this temple being Hindu and Borobudur being Buddhist, both were made in the 9th century with similar stone. It was also a cool architectural feat.

This one was even more crowded and I had a very low tolerance for tourists at that point (yes, I know I am one too!). I walked around a bit, got a taste for the magnificence, then hopped back on the moped to go to the hostel and sleep. 

One of my favorite parts of Asia so far is seeing the mixture of religions that have come together in the same geographic locations over time and history due to trade routes and migration. Most of Indonesia is Muslim, but there is still a presence of Buddhism and Hinduism in between the mosques. 

The next day I wandered around town a bit and did some errands at the market. I was really enjoying walking around and being free… then Jonie found me. 

At this point it was getting weird. I don’t know why he found me.

It was time to get out of town! The following morning I hopped on another 8 hour train (this time the cheaper one) to reach the eastern side of Java so I could see some volcanoes then head to Bali! 

roundtrip ticket

It’s hard to articulate feelings. Sometimes, a change of scenery is all you need.

paring: Kageyama ritsu & Hanazawa teruki (can be interpreted as romantic)

warnings: none

a late bday gift for @terusmom for producing That Good Content thank u

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“Hey, Hanazawa?”


“Can I uh… ask you something? I probably should have asked you sooner but….”

“…What is it?”

“Why do you still talk to me?”

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