it’s actually a very old japanese joke, which the fma skit is a reference to.
Long ago, two parents couldn’t think of a name for their son, so they asked a temple for help, who gave them a bunch of suggestions. The parents couldn’t decide which name they liked best, so they named the kid all of them, giving them the name Jugemu Jugemu Goko no Surikire Kaijarisuigyo no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Ku Neru Tokoro ni Sumu Tokoro Yabura Koji no Bura Koji Paipo-paipo Paipo no Shuringan Shuringan no Gurindai Gurindai no Ponpokopi no Ponpokona no Chokyumei no Chosuke
one day the kid fell in the water, and his friend ran to ask for help, but in the time it took to say that Jugemu Jugemu Goko no Surikire Kaijarisuigyo no Suigyomatsu Unraimatsu Furaimatsu Ku Neru Tokoro ni Sumu Tokoro Yabura Koji no Bura Koji Paipo-paipo Paipo no Shuringan Shuringan no Gurindai Gurindai no Ponpokopi no Ponpokona no Chokyumei no Chosuke was drowning, the poor kid died.
Request: Can you write a Peter Parker x chubby reader where the reader is Sam’s
niece and they meet at an Avengers party and they both like each other
but don’t say anything and then over text a month later Peter confesses
and the reader is surprised and just fluff please 💓
“Why am I coming along?” you asked as you got in the car.
“Because you’re mom asked me to keep an eye on you,” he sighed as he sat down. You frowned, so you may have gotten into a bit of trouble with your mother, but some passions couldn’t wait for legislation, and to be honest you considered yourself more of a cyber vigilante than a troubled youth.
“Listen, you can’t say those guys didn’t have it coming. How can I sit back and let them get away with hurting that girl when I knew how to find the evidence?”
“I’m not saying it was wrong, in fact I agree with you, but what if those boys wanted revenge huh?”
“Well I’d tell them good luck finding the person who hacked into their messages,” you grumbled.
“Anyway,” Sam rolled his eyes, looking over at his niece where she sat pouting, “This isn’t a punishment. It’s a party.”
“Yeah, with all of your old Avengers friends,” you sighed.
“Not all of them are old-”
“Uncle Sam, you’re old. It’s okay.”
“First of all, rude, and secondly I wasn’t gonna say that. There’s a newbie around your age. I got a feeling you two might get along. You both like to get on my nerves,” he turned on the car and put it in drive before looking back over at you. You were still pouting, he thought mentioning the Avengers and a possible new friend would have been enough to make you drop the sour expression. The opposite was true, you would rather it was just the Avengers, because that would meant you’d probably get a few words out of Steve who was like a second uncle to you, and keep Bucky occupied so people didn’t feel the need to bother him, but other than that you could watch Tony Stark get drunk while you sat quietly in the corner of the room. If there was somebody your age then they’d try to talk to you, or even worse they wouldn’t, and you wouldn’t be able to attribute it to the fact that you were just too young to warrant their attention it would simply be because they had zero interest in you. You huffed at the thought and reached for the aux cord. Sam let you choose the music as he started driving towards the tower.
Lilac looked up into the darkening sky. The summer sun has gone below the horizon, leaving the world in shadow and darkness. This darkness was all the more obvious in the gloomy driveway of the even gloomier Lastegar Manor, the home of the talented necromancer Vena Destiny, Lilac’s sort-of girlfriend. The manor was old and had a heavy atmosphere to its blackened windows, old gardens, archaic architecture and the small forest in the enormous backyard, which Lilac suspected was older than the manor itself.
The red headed woman put on her jacket, a fancy and dainty lavender thing, as she approached the double doors. The wooden doors were old but sturdy, and their size was frightening.
The last time she was in this manor, she was under the control of a vicious wraith. This was the first time visiting Vena’s house as herself, she realized.
i just remembered one of the first vividly gay moments i had back in highschool when i was in denial. i was friends with two girls who were dating and one of them made the other cry for some reason all the time like all the time. and i was always trying to comfort the one who was crying. and one day i had the thought “i wouldn’t treat you like this.”
and my het™ oriented mind immediately rejected that thought like “too bad she’s a GIRL so you wouldn’t be dating her IN THE FIRST PLACE b/c YOU’RE TOTALLY STRAIGHT.”
If anyone’s looking for a good fanfic to read, I highly recommend “Stay in Place (Sing a Chorus)!” It’s an amazing fic in which Tyler has synesthesia and Josh is an ‘imaginary’ friend. It alludes a lot to “Forest”. Bonus: there is some Joshler romance involved. Major trigger warnings for past sexual abuse, suicide, depression, mental instability, and a part where Tyler talks about existence and how no one is actually unique (existential stuff triggers me, so I wanted to tell you guys about it). There is also a sex scene, but it’s somewhat short compared to the rest of the story. It’s one chapter with 8,807 words. Read ithere.
So like, what's the story behind your URL and how it became to be?
play on words for kawashiro nitori
kawaiishiro coming from me calling her that as a pun all the time some years ago which stuck
neetree being older and a very old joke i had with friends in like 2011 as also an alternative and funny/silly way of saying nitori
before this my url was grannyp which is another even older inside joke story from when i was 15, so when i came back to tumblr after a year and started using it properly i changed my url to kawaiishironeetree, which was like x2 the pun on kawashiro nitori and then i got followers and now have to keep my brand recognition
a while ago i wanted to change it but i dont use tumblr much anymore except for arty stuff and i have my art and ref/insp side blogs so it doesnt really bother me, may as well just stay like this since everyone knows me as that now anyway
Thorin and the boys surviving but Thorin knows he can never live in Erebor. The risk of the sickness is too great. So Thorin and Dwalin travel Middle Earth, (after a drunken victory tour of Rohan. The Rohirrim have always been good traders with the Dwarves and the women often follow the old Rohirrim women's saying 'Save A Horse, Ride A Dwarf') gathering up the Dwarves of Erebor and guiding them home to King Fili. Until LoTR, when the Eye falls, Thorin feels it, the sickness is gone. He is free.