or just all the cookies

Lightning knew something was…off before she‘d even opened her eyes, or had even completely woken up. She couldn’t say what it was, exactly, but everything just felt….not right.

And then it hit her: she was lying on a mattress.

Her eyes immediately shot open and she sat up so quickly, it was a wonder she didn’t give herself whiplash. She glanced around the room, heart pounding as it quickly dawned on her that she recognized absolutely nothing about where she was.

But besides being unfamiliar, even the furniture and décor just looked strange in a way that she couldn’t quite describe. It looked like it wasn’t Cocoon-made at all, nor did it have the weird qualities associated with something from Pulse. Even the sheets that were twisted around her legs felt weird.

Instinctively, she looked around for her gunblade, but it was nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was nothing in her immediate view that suggested anything here belong to a solider – no weapons, no gloves or boots, no pouches for ammo…nothing.

Even so, she knew she couldn’t just sit here and wait for something to ambush her.

Lightning slowly crawled out of the bed – which she just now noticed was enormous, unlike her much more reasonable mattress back on Bodhum – and tiptoed across the room to press her ear to the door. She could hear something – or someone – moving around, so she immediately made the decision to check it out, despite being completely unarmed.

As soon as she opened the door, it was instantly made clear that she was in a house…but whose house, she couldn’t really say. There were photos on the wall, but she didn’t want to stop to look at them. They seemed almost blurry, anyway; like the images were at the corner of her eyes and would vanish if she tried to look.

No matter. Her priority right now was to find out the source of that noise…


She heard running water and the sound of dishes clinking. With a frown, she peeked through the open doorway, her heart pounding so hard she almost felt lightheaded.

There was someone – a man? - standing at the sink doing the dishes. Her hackles immediately went up since she didn’t recognize him, but the more she stared, the more it dawned on her that there was something…familiar about him.

It couldn’t be! This person was almost a head taller than her, so how…?

She must have made a noise, because the man suddenly turned around, his slight confusion quickly melting into a little smile.

There was absolutely no mistaking it.

“Hope…?” she croaked out, actually needing to take a step back. What the hell was going on here?!

“Good morning, Light.” He didn’t seem deterred by her confusion – or maybe he just didn’t notice – and quickly crossed the room, his arms easily wrapping around her like he’d done this a thousand times. “I was wondering when you’d get up. You slept pretty late…at least for you,” he added teasingly.

“I…” She brought her hands up to his chest, intending on pushing him away, but something stopped her. “What’s going on? Are you actually Hope?” She had to struggle to keep her voice level. “Where am I…?”

“Shhh.” He pulled her a bit closer, one hand moving to cradle the back of her head. “It’s okay, Light. You’ll get there.”

“Get where?!”

“You’ll see. I know we can make it happen. We can all make miracles, Light.”

At this, she finally pushed him away, her eyes wide. “What are you talking about?!”

“You know.”

Before she could say anything else, there was a blinding flash of light that blocked everything out.

When she was finally able to open her eyes, they were no longer Cie'th.

It might have been a glimpse of the future, or it could’ve been a new Focus. She didn’t know how, when, or if that future shown to her would come to pass. None of it made any sense and there was little chance of her ever getting an explanation.

All Lightning could do was exchange a glance with Hope and move forward to do what needed to be done, wondering if the answers would ever greet them.

throwback to the time Mike Faist and Michael Park showed up at the teen center bake sale, after being invited on twitter, on their two show day, to buy cookies and rice krispy treats to support teens raising money to go to camp.

Makeup Marichat May, Day 11. Age-up Marinette!

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It’d been a while since he really saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.

Seeing her now, sitting on her balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.

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Dear James,

WE FUCKING SAW THAT!  Was that the only way of taking the transmitter? Was it that difficult to do that without stealing a touch? Was it? Was it, James?

every western article/documentary/thinkpiece on kpop is always the same lame shit its all like Kpop Groups Are Just Mass-Produced, Cookie Cutter, and Fake Robots with 5 different links to various 2009 2ne1 and bigbang located-in-a-box-with-neon-outfits mvs and then always somehow finding a way to mention how apparently Strange It Is For Boys To Be Wearing Eyeliner like we get it……. u cant handle sauces spicier than ketchup and u love the beatles……….

“Just play the damn game with me !” - Batmom x Damian

Damian is a brat, but I kinda want to hug him to death…Wait…Oh well, anyway, here’s a little story where Batmom (you) really wants to bond with the kid.

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You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.

What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).

Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way.  Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.

He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?

The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.

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Just to make it absolutely clear that I’ve been nothing but polite about this whole incident since the very beginning, this is the ask I sent to Cookie Translation before any of this drama (thank god for x-kit and outbox function):

This is the comment I left on their Youtube video in reply to someone else’s comment:

As you can see, no malice whatsoever.

What happens next is that my comment quickly gets deleted and Cookie Translation replies to Saygin with this comment, clearly saying they did the work:

And still with no reply to my ask. This is the first time I felt it was completely undeniable that Cookie Translation’s videos were made with ill intent and was going to continue to claim my translations as theirs without any remorse for what they’re doing.

I think you can understand, I was angry. I continued to delete all my other translations and left this message on my Google Doc:

And also made this post, copy-and-pasted the message from my Google Doc, and inserted a link to Cookie Translation’s video so people will understand why I’m doing this.

This is probably the most malice I’ve ever made in my comments (if you can even call this malice). But I was understandably very angry at this time. Still, not a lot of people even knew about this. Just look at the number of notes my original post has as of this moment. Six. And that’s counting the notes I got after this became such a public issue.

The truth is, barely anybody even knew about my accusation of Cookie. Yet, the next thing Cookie does is immediately make this 7-second video, which reads:

And pinned this in the comments section:

Does it really sound like I’m “shit talking”? Does it seem like I’ve done anything that would lead to Cookie being “backed up into a corner”?

Also, you know, I’m a stereotypically shy and passive tiny Japanese girl with social anxiety myself, but I don’t use that as an excuse for anything. I’m still mature enough to stand up for myself or apologize for wrongful behavior.

If any of my little amount of followers were malicious, assuming this isn’t a lie, then I’ll apologize for that, since I don’t condone that kind of behavior.

However, it’s very clear to me this video was made just to garner pity from your subscribers. Going so far as to say “I will delete everything on here now” to make them angry. This is when it became a public issue. Cookie put a spotlight on their wrongful behavior and got their subscribers involved themselves.

Which is when I started getting a bunch of accusations sent to my ask. Of course, I had no choice but to thoroughly respond with all the evidence to back me up. So please don’t blame me for all this drama.

@cookietranslations - I just want to talk.

Still, Cookie Translation has yet to reply. Why is that? I’m trying to work this out with them. Why isn’t Cookie reciprocating? Assuming they don’t just feel bad about getting caught, don’t just want to make themselves look even worse, or think just ignoring me will solve the issue - Do they feel guilty about what they did? Are they afraid of what I’ll say? Do they really not know how to handle these kind of situations? In that case, don’t be scared, I just want to work this out.

I believe I’ve thoroughly and completely debunked Cookie’s claims with all the evidence I provided in my previous posts. Now all I want is for Cookie to apologize and give credit where credit is due.

If any of Cookie’s friends or subscribers can get them to talk to me, that would be greatly appreciated. Of course, be respectful and polite. Thank you.