was hilarious as always

lmao I have a dilemma bc I want to make a typical love triangle story but I know that if I were to write one I would be laughing more than actualy write

Beyblade Gothic

You have bought your first Beyblade. The next day, a kindly-looking old man knocks on your door. “You must compete,” he says. All the Beybladers you meet say the same thing happened to them. Everyone must compete.

You see nothing. The children are screaming at their Beyblades. The dish crumbles. You hear a roar. Still, you see nothing.

The announcers list Kai Hiwatari as a member of a different team every day. No one comments on it. What team did he originally belong to? No one seems to remember.

Your Beyblade looks different. Other bladers claim that a person called ‘The Chief’ upgraded it for you. You don’t recall the weight of the Beyblade ever leaving your pocket. You feel uneasy, but you must smile gratefully.  

The Sacred Spirits are always kept locked away. Who locked them away? What did they know that we don’t? The Saint Shields know the answer. You don’t want to know.

Every year, the members of a team called the Bladebreakers suddenly transform slightly. Hair and eyes change colour. Their body mass shifts. After the change, no one can remember what they used to look like.

There is a vampire, a werewolf, a zombie, and a mummy. This is normal. They disappear. This is also normal.

You hear about a kid named Antonio who lives in the forest. He’s always in the forest. Constantly training. He never leaves the forest. He keeps training.

You’ve noticed there are fewer and fewer adults on the streets. All the remaining adults are old men. The very few adult women you see are scientists. Where did all the other adults go?

Children command the elements through vicious creatures. Spinning tops destroy entire buildings. No one thinks of putting a stop to it. The old men encourage it. The crowds cheer whenever a child is beaten down.

You hear a new MingMing song on the radio. You already have it saved to your computer. The date stamp is from 3 months ago. You don’t remember downloading it.

A man shows up claiming to be Takao’s brother. Takao has never mentioned a brother. He’s never mentioned a mother, either. Where is his father now? Why does his grandfather insist that Takao learn to use a sword?

Kai Hiwatari keeps appearing on top of high buildings. He just stands there. No one saw him climb up. No one see’s him climb down.

Two disembodied voices enthusiastically discuss the match. A series of Beyblade matches are going on simultaneously in different rooms. No matter which match you visit, those voices are there.

You are walking down the street when you spot one of F Dynasty in the distance performing in costume. Is it Raul or Julia? Neither, they whisper. Both, they whisper. Somehow you can hear them clearly.  

You are Beyblading in America. Suddenly, you are in Europe. Then Russia. It takes little time, or no time at all, to get there. You’ve lost track of time. Apparently this tournament has been going on for weeks, but it only feels like a few hours.

You see a boy with red hair. You are told that boy is from 'the Abbey’. You have no recollection of 'the Abbey’. You feel cold. The boy has a gun. They all have guns.

Crusher Moses tattoo’s change place everyday. He’s crying. He’s always crying.

You hear rumours that Robert Jurgens has set traps around his castle. Guillotines. He is disappointed when people escape. He invites you to his castle.

You look at the audience. You see familiar faces. You realize it’s always the same people, the same audience. They smile at you. Their expressions never change.


Why I love Person of Interest- S.1. Identity Crisis written by Amy Berg.  It’s a multi-layered plot:  Fusco and Carter wondering who they really are; who is the Man in the Suit and who is the real Jordan Hester.

The humor and action were perfect. Finch on a  high was hilarious.

But what I always love are framed shots.  In this episode, directed by Charles Beeson with  cinematography by Teodoro Maniaci there were many.   These are a few of my favorites.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.