-Marseille & I-


Okay so once upon a time I had a dream which I remember quite vividly and I typed it. It would seem that media influenced me greatly as a fictional character from some media I saw  is in this dream. guess that’s a human conscious thing eh? Anyway the dream, this is it.

I should point out a few things about this dream,

  1. In order to better tell it I did change a few thing to make it easier to read, if I told it exactly like I experienced it you would find it hard to read.
  2. The women in the story is a sort of mix, in the dream is fluctuated between 2 people, a real one and a fictional one. I’m using the fiction person  as I enjoyed it more and saves the other person embarrassment.
  3. No I have no idea why I was driving, I can’t drive and won’t till I need to.
  4. If you know who the fictional person is then kudos to you.
  5. I get it, by the end of this you’ll think “This is pretty much self insert fan fiction” and you’re welcome to think that.

Now our feature presentation.

Artist : Humikane

-Marseille & I-

“Turn left here” She said

“Is that what it said?”

“Yes, why ‘d you ask?”

“Well it’s kind of hard to understand the SatNav when it’s speaking in German.”

“Well I understand it”

“Well that maybe true and all but you’re not the bloody driver!”

I sighed as she scoffed to herself and turned her head away towards her window ignoring my complaint. Why she had insisted on being the SatNav’s translator was beyond me, it was such an inconvenience yet she was abnormally stubborn about it and I wasn’t in the mood to argue, not when we had planned to go on a trip like this.

“Hey” I asked

“What?”

“Is this the exit coming up?”

“No why?”

“But it says the name right there.”

“SatNav says we still need to go another two hours.”

“It’s only an hour away from home, what do you mean it’s still two more hours”

“That’s what the SatNav says”

“Did you type the address in German?”

“Yeah why?”

I sighed and turned off at the junction muttering to myself.

“Hey why did you turn off? It said carry straight on!”

“Maybe if you’d of paid attention you’d realise that it’s not going to take us 2 more hours to get there but rather we’ll arrive there 2am tomorrow. This address takes us to Germany because you typed the address in German!”

Source : danbooru

She didn’t say anything as I seized the SatNav, pulled into a side road and set the correct address and understandable language before continuing on our ‘merry’ way. I guess she didn’t want to admit her mistake and saying anything would only make it worse for us. Eventually after a short while we arrived at the theme park.

“I can’t see the park, are you sure this is it?” She asked me with tone of what I read as smugness

“Yes, the car park is so big it’s on the outskirts we have to take a monorail there.”

“Oh”  she said in a surprised tone, I guess she never expected me to be so sure of myself.

After a brief walk there she stared at almost everything possible till we arrived at the station and boarded the monorail. I gave a look at the clothes she had picked out for the day, a black leather jacket, a tan shirt, a petit white skirt and large black boots.

“Why’d you wear boots with a skirt? It looks silly.”

She glared at me before almost literally spitting out at me, “Why’d you wear a waist coat out to a theme park!?”

“At least it all my clothes match up unlike your highness!”

I turned my head away in a snobbish way and crossed my arms. She did the same with an audible humph. The carriage became quiet and I felt the eyes of other park goers stare at us both. I did turn my head to look at her from time to time but when I did she was never looking.

At the park entrance we both had settled down enough to talk civilly to each other as we brought our tickets. At a rentable locker we dumped our stuff and discussed what we would go on first.

“I want to go on this!” she demanded pointing at a map, it was of course the biggest and most terrifying ride in the park, the newly opened ‘G Turn’ I gave her a solid “No” in response.

“Why. Not.”

“Why? Because you and every other adrenaline junkie ever always do the same thing. We’ll get there and queue for the whole day missing out on everything else.”

“We are going on th-“

“We’ll get a fast track pass”

“What?”

“If we come back at the time it tells us to we can get onto the ride almost instantly, no queuing and we can enjoy the other rides”

“Alright fine but I better get a go-”

“We’ll go on rides close to the G Turn so we won’t have to rush okay? We’ll go on this one first.”

I pointed to a crooked old cottage nestled in some trees, it had a sign next to it saying ‘Mad Monster Mashers’

“What do we do here?” She asked

“Well you ride around the cottage in a cart and you shoot the monsters as they pop up with the weapons they give you and at the end they give you a score”

“I see…” her eyes narrowed as she stared down the cottage, only once inside did I realise my mistake.

It's a screen cap from a show, what do you want me to say?

Sat down in the cart we were in the front section with a mother and two children behind us. Marseilla sat in the middle with me to her right and as we set off she eyed the first doorway like a cowboy, fingers tightly gripping her weapon. As the first target reared its head she grabbed the spare laser blaster from the seat next to her and proceeded to shoot with one in each hand. She was way too enthralled by the game as she failed to notice my face meeting her elbow as she swung her arm across to get a target to the right. Even outside she didn’t get the hint.

“Haha! I got the parks highest ever score and you didn’t even get half that.”

“I’m sorry I got attacked by a horrible monster” I retorted while rubbing my nose

“Well you should have shot it then.”

I groaned and just came out with it

“You hit me”

“What?”

“You hit me! You were too busy trying to get a high score you failed to realise you hit in the face! Look!”

I took my hand off nose to let her see how sore it was. She didn’t seem to care as she gave an awkward laugh and a smart comment “You should of dodged it, I thought you were quicker than that.”

“Urgh! You stupid bint”!

“What did you just call me? Did you just call me bitc-“

“I said Bint! You are a stupid Bint!”

She looked annoyed and confused “What’s a bint?”

“It…” I sighed “It means Arabic for daughter but where I’m from it means young women okay? I never meant what you were thinking of, I’d never think that okay?”

“Alright then, I think I can accept that but man up and lets go.”

“Fine…”  I muttered, slightly annoyed that she didn’t realised how much I was in pain

“Right I’m hungry let’s eat.”

“Okay what do you want?”

“Food”

I rolled my eyes and said “Fine follow me.” Eventually we came across a cheap food stand selling hot sandwiches, Panini’s and pizza slices. I opted for a Panini while she chose a large pizza slice topped with lots of pepperoni . She quickly scoffed it down before declaring she was ready to go, I had yet to get half way through my food.

Source : Pixiv

“Let’s go on the log flume next” I suggested

“Um…okay…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” She shouted to one in particular “Let’s go.”

I shrugged and followed her as she stormed off towards the log flume. She stood by the entrance and didn’t go in till after I had walked though. Standing behind me in the line she seemed to be unable to control herself as she fidgeted with nigh on everything within reach including the buckle on the back of waist coat.

“Huh? Whats wrong with my waist coat?”

“Uh nothing it was just undone. I was fixing it”

“Oh okay, thanks”

“No problem…uh how longs this going to take hm? We’ve been here ages”

“We’ve been queuing five minutes, are you okay?”

“I’m fine”

“Are you sure? Do you need to..?”

“NO! I’ve never been better!”

“Oh okay then.” I shrugged it off. “Oh the lines moving.”

“Oh yeah of course going to be on the ride soon. Fun ride. Great Ride.”

When we got to the front of the queue she had turned to silence and despite my efforts to get her to talk she wouldn’t response with a language I could understand. When walking to the log and the start of the ride she walked right behind me almost uncomfortably close. She seemed to latch on to my waist coat and not let go till the last minute as we got into the log.

I found out why she sounded reluctant. On the way up the first drop she told me “I don’t like boats”

“But this is a log flume not a boat”

“It’s the rocking and well…you’re not meant to ride boats down big drops”

As we hit the top she grabbed my hand on the hand railing gripping it painfully tight digging her nails in. As we dropped down the flume my scream of pain was drowned out by the screams of thrill seekers with us. At the bottom of the first drop I felt the eyes of resentment glare into the back of my neck giving me a shiver. This continued till the end of the ride but when we

Afterwards she seemed better, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought”

“Maybe for you” I muttered before prompting her to follow me to the G Turn

Now it was my turn to be nervous, I hate big rides and with the supposed biggest ride in Europe I was dreading it

“What’s wrong?” she asked “You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

“It’s nothing let’s just go”

“Hm okay”

What felt like an aeon passed and before I knew it we were perched above a huge drop looking down across the whole park, I looked at her to gauge how she felt and see was grinning widely as if she’d just gotten revenge against someone, perhaps she had?

Barely a minute later and it was over. I staggered out from the exit behind a skipping Marseille. She proudly proclaimed to me that “was the funniest ride I’ve ever been on” she twirled on the spot before continuing “Right I’m hungry, let’s get a snack” I groaned and she just laughed “Awww what’s the matter? Did you big ride scary you hmmm?”  I just glared at her before standing up a straight and walking towards a cafe.

Mar

Source : Pixiv

The End?

Well thats that. If you enjoyed it, tell me. maybe I’ll expand on it some more.

For now have you sexy cute reward for getting to the end.

source? guess it

Losing a friend


Welp it was a very busy week so I’m back now and hopefully for good. Today I’m talking about the losing something close to you and

Card games

No theme behind pictures here, just breaking up the text. Source : Pixiv

Well I guess I’ll explain why I’m very very hostile to the concept of any illegal substance. Now before I go right into this, when I say “lost a friend” I do not mean he is dead (He may well be for all I know considering the route he took), I just mean that I have broken off communications, never spoke to him nor seen him again and any mention of him is usually about what happened to him. So to state what you can already guess, I lost a friend to drugs and the wrong crowd.

When I was in middle school I had a friend who I’ll refer to as John. John was one of my best friends since the start of middle school. When I went from Primary School to middle school I lost about 95% of my friends due to different catchment areas for schools. I went to one school while everyone else went to another. I became quick friends with John and we use to play for ages as school kids on our playground. The 4 years of middle school were very happy for me. beautiful ignorant bliss (hey we were just kids then). It wasn’t till a year into high school things went bad. A new kid came into our school and I’ll call him Kieren for now. Kieren was a spoilt kid and in general a bad person and some how he got to John they would be together most of the time and I was spending less and less time with John. Johns grades dropped and he generally got more and more irritable and hostile towards people, I was still his friend so I kept by him but it didn’t last. He started smoking and eventually he started to bully me and others using the its all in good fun excuse if I got upset.

It works

Source : 4ch

Another year into high school and both Kieren and John went into the same private school and that is when I lost him. We talked a little but eventually it just stopped. I soon found out he had started taking drug and other illegal substances. Eventually I cut him out of my life. A former best friend now gone completely, he was now a drug doing Chav a thing I despise.  The story may be short but he was a best friend to me, someone who back then I’d confide in but now he is nothing but a husk. The weird thing was that his parents were foster carers who took in children who were taken from family’s with drug problems or abuse and he would always say how his parents were doing a good thing looking after these children. He turn into the very thing he hated and that is the saddest thing. That is why I’m hostile to drugs and stuff.

Anyway… Enough sad stuff.

So right now I think I’ll drop some fiction but that will be in the next post as I want to separate this sad thing from the fiction. Till then. Tah tah’

The Glamerous

Shirley~

Social life


Haha, each week is a contest to find something risqué for the sexy part of the blog without making some people on Facebook freak out about the content. Ah well!

The week was good and the weekend is looking better than ever. Despite some work a long the way I’ve enjoyed myself a lot more this week than I have for the past couple weeks, and naturally I’ll share it in good time but for now I’m soaking it in and enjoying it. The myself and media is all mixed into one this time.

I’m going to use this post to break away from the style of post I’ve set, by that I mean structure not how it reads. I’m doing away with the,

Shortened posts like this which often force pictures placed within them to become distorted and odd looking.

So now I’ll make a title and just go with it.

Artist: Astrick Storage

Social Experience online.

I think because I’m not face to face with someone when socialising online it becomes easier for me to be who I really am. When face to face with someone at university, if I’m not that comfortable I will tend to say very little being not only shy but very careful about the words I use. That said, I tried to be a little more peppy when I moved into university accommodation and I’m guess its worked but while I am happy with my flat mates they aren’t the people I’m going to open completely up to but I’m still happy for them to learn about me in other ways such as this blog. Back to the title I have a lot of good freinds online and because we are all so disconnected physically it means we are all much more open with each other than we are perhaps with our friends living with us in our local area.

For the moments that are awesome!

Truly I am often incredibly happy after a gaming session with friends online. Unlike the horror of flat mate split screening gaming (Which I am banned from for being a bit too good) after an online session I am usually always simling and in a good mood. Even if we lose our game the laughs we have more than made up for it. The chaos of three guys and/or girls frantically typing out messages of warnings and tactics during an RTS is a thing that fills me with satisfaction that I find hard to get with face to face social activities at pubs, games not etc. I have one of my best freinds living away at a different university and he said to me one night if I wanted to play Team Fortress with him and a friend, I accepted and impatiently waited till we started, we played for hours on end and at the end I actually found myself saying thank you to both him and his friend for inviting me, the lack of an enjoyable social experience at home made me enjoy the online social so much I half didn’t want it to end but it was getting way too late.

This isn't Cap-Tan but the other guy that I forgot... (fyi TF2 heavies)

This isn’t to say I never have good social experiences in my local area. I have just today come home from a Paper Homebrew RPG that I enjoyed to no end, the corniness of it all combined with the relaxed humorous setting means each week I’m going back and enjoying myself again. Props to my man Adam for organising it as its so much fun, man, I hope its just as good next week, if only to see what else can be broken or is broken. That shotgun weapon, wasn’t quite think there haha.

On the other side it is not to say I haven’t had a bad internet social experience. Again a IRC based RPG I played fell apart because perhaps we weren’t together in the same room, yes the same IRC channel but without a face to face aspect the rules and player relations  often were strained. I’ll give my criticism, the DM wasn’t there half the time and let some people get away with near murder and n RPG games that a game break especially when its a social heavy RPG. Problem players were not dealt with and the story collapsed at the end with help from all the players. Shortly afterwards another different RPG was made by the players who were still passionate about the game but sadly I joined for a session and never returned and I’m not going to talk about why I didn’t return today.

Beautiful no? I have this one on my phone for no good reason.

One last thing about online social experience and a bit of it I enjoy. I have a friend and she’ll know who she is as I get on with it. I have a friend that I guess I could say I gossip with. We talk to each other about the things going on in each others lives and often its the things that are troubling us, I’ve talked to her about my problems with people and she has done the same likewise. We seem to confide with each other and despite a vast distance between us we share a common academic like and a common media like (aka we both study the same thing and watch the same thing) She has helped me feel better about myself at times and for that I thank her, if you are reading this girl, thanks, it means alot to me.

 

Weirdly adorable right? Source: Danbooru

I guess I’m not making an overall point here but rather just saying where I have or haven’t enjoyed myself in both the world local to me (I refuse to call it IRL for whatever reason) and the world past my physical borders (aka internet) I guess I like isolationism from the physical world but I know that the comforts of the world local to me is something I know I must and can enjoy. Now that I see my word count hitting 1000 words NOW! That is silly timing but whatever haha. For getting once again to the end I will again reward you with sexy. I would just to test the waters ask you, what would you like to say about myself? Not too hard eh? Only one person has to ask and I’ll go ahead and type my best. Till the next time I type. Bye Bye.

 

Source : Danbooru/Pixiv

P.S  Do people enjoy these pictures?

Phone


Well I guess I can call for a celebration because today is my one week anniversary and while what I write about may not be as structured as I’d want I feel that the fact I have do a blog post for everyday (aside that one day when I did a post earlier making it two in a day) OH WELL ITS TOO LATE I FAILED AT THAT IT NOW COUNTS AS TOMORROWS POST I am being committed to it. Hurray. This must be what it’s like to get married. Hahaha. Now read and weep at my relationship with phones, what made me feel romantic today and last but  not least what I’d rather watch on TV (aka what would make me shell out for a TV license to watch TV live)

I honestly don’t use my phone much. Maybe I’m resistant to it or something but I honestly don’t use it to socially text. If there is a matter of business I will start a text conversation but socially, texting is something I’ll never start to enjoy. I think I may not like my phone as it forces  the obligation of texting back when someone texts me, forces me to be more “connected” with everyone than I’d want. Not every text is wanted even socially. there are at times I thought I’d rather not text that person but I’m going to have to now. This is also why I’m on pay as you go and not contract. I barely use my phone and I don’t want to use it any more than I have to. In short I don’t like the obligation of having a phone which is why I don’t upgrade, stay on pay as you go and use it mostly for an alarm. That said I’m hypocrite because I love using the web to communicate, maybe because I can then talk to ALL my friends rather than a few that have my mobile.

If you got this I'll give you credit.

Well now for me talking a little more about love. More so, what weird things spur me to romantic.

I was listening to a Vocaloid song today and generally I won’t look up the lyrics to Japanese or other foreign language songs as I’m just happy with listing to the beat not caring what the lyrics mean but this time I did have a look and really I shouldn’t have.

For whatever reason this PV, thankfully subbed, made me feel like being quite romantic but there was a few problems. One being that I had no one to be romantic to (maybe?) and the other was that the entire song was about a selfish girl and for whatever reason I just liked it despite no one liking a selfish girl, I guess the cuteness of Miku got to me?

Some say they love a girl who can kick thier ass. Source: Pixiv

I’m stuck for words not so I’m going to say a few simple points.

1. I’m not very good at taking a compliment

2. It takes three months for something bad to really affect me in a significant emotional way.

3. I do not like being touched

4. If I am letting you touch me it means I’m either letting you and that means we are close OR you’re intruding and I’m trying not to freak out by keeping still and calm.

I’m tired, night folks.

Raita again.

Dreaming


I’m going to be lazy and use the old stuff I published else where on the internet.

The person I’m describing is from an Anime but I’m not saying the name as I am not only test my descriptive skills but also because the way I dreamt her was quite different to her character in the show. Here I am the same age as her, a young 15 year old, quite a naive period for me. I haven’t a dream about myself at a young age in quite a while and even this one was as recent as the past year I think. Anyway.

 

It was to the best of my memory a normal sunny day. Myself and a girl called ***** were walking in a typical cliche rural English village. ***** was an odd girl and was about my age. Her hair was a silvery white colour coming just down past her ears in a bob. Her clothes consisted of a stark black & white mix that mixed well with her hair. A white shirt, black skirt, black tights, black tie and a small black corset worn over the shirt.

Yeah shes evil, Source : Pixiv

It seemed we were doing simple shopping for a picnic but for some reason this girl was odd, she was acting like some sort of newly wed clinging on to my arm like her life depended on it. Everything seemed normal and as we went to a pet shop to have a nosy around she seemed to take an interest in the exotic bugs section. They all looked like they came from a jungle and not  many looked friendly. She didn’t buy anything and after a while she was looking around the back section of the shop as I chatted with the shop owner.

During my conversation with the male shop keeper he turned away to sort some items on the shelf behind the counter. Whilst he his back was facing me I then felt a sharp jab in the back of my left leg and I fell to my knees instantly as the world around me started to fade into darkness . I awoke on a bus travelling down a country lane, ***** was sat next to me smiling and holding my arm. When enquiring to what happened in the pet shop she didn’t know what I was talking about and acted like it was a big joke being played on her.

I shrugged it off as tiredness and eventually we came to a Stately home deep in the country side. We purchased an entrance ticket each and walked around the detailed and well kept gardens & fountains, each of us looked at the sights and listened to the sounds of nature. The whole time she wouldn’t let go of my arm and for some odd reason I couldn’t push her away or disengage ours arms now woven together. I felt as if rejecting her or pushing her away would harm me. Giving my best fake smile we continued on around the gardens and eventually into the stately home itself.

Source: woodhillbandb.co.uk

All she could go on about was how nice it would be to live there together in luxury and bliss as we walked around the different rooms and corridors taking in more sights and smells. Eventually we came to the cafe on the bottom floor and she finally reluctantly let me go so that we could sit down. Sitting opposite me she eyed me, constantly & innocently smiling at me . I stood up to go to the WC and  to wash my face, I just had to get away from her but as I stood up I froze to the spot. I couldn’t move any of my limbs, only my eyes obeyed me. I looked down at her sitting in the chair across the table. She was smiling at the cup of tea in her hands while humming.

All I could hear before I fell to the floor and blacked out was her repeating the line, ” Slower the clock ticks as it gets old, you’ll be mine forever till your life folds.”

I woke up rigid in bed not being able to move for a good 5 or 10 minutes after this dream. It feels like a memory telling me that I didn’t trust females when I was young and anime was just putting in a place holder of a female.

Whatever next?

Reward Picture:

Just Arty this time, Source : Danbooru

Weekend lengths


This is going to be a short post as Sunday night is the one night I can’t stay up late in as my Mondays are very busy. In fact I may make this the break I have in my daily blog. Who knows.

A little about how I sleep.

I have the worst sleeping pattern for someone who needs to be up early most days. I enjoy the night and thanks to the sugar of everyday junk food I tend to stay awake most days to at least 1am. If I didn’t have to be anywhere in the day I’d sleep until I was forced to get out of bed due muscles aching from lack of use.This was particularly bad in the summer or periods off from university. The sleeping pattern would swap in less than 2 days and the result would be a very unsociable Sam. Which is why I’m either doing short posts or no post on Sunday. I’ll be waking up early on Monday morning and won’t be back to my home till past 10pm more than 12 hours after I left.

For now I’m going to shower you with random pictures with no context. Enjoy.

Edit: This now feels very tumblr like, bad sam…

Artist : Teriyaki

Source : Pixiv Fantasia Series

Source : Internet

Source : Cosplay.com

Source : internetlolololol

Ah what do I know, I think I should stop typing these so late anyway as they seem to run out of steam very quickly. That or I haven’t got a passionate topic to talk about.

That said here is the end and as always, sexy maybe arty picture to end off with.

Artist :raita (or something like that)

Travel, trains and casuals.


This one is going to be a quick one as its not only already very late but I have to be some where early tomorrow.

I’ve been to a lot of places in my life and I was quite surprised to learn that a lot of people I know have never left the country (Or at least not left in it in living memory). I guess I don’t appreciate how lucky I’ve been to be able to travel so much in my 21 years of existence. I have gone to about 1/2 of the continents on the globe but unless I marked out on a map the places I’ve been I can’t be 100% sure. My most recent excursion was (as talked about in a previous post) was the USA, Austin Texas to be more precise. I had a great time despite aforementioned problems and I do want to go again when the weather is more suited to my island tastes.

Artist : Kabayaki Unagi

Anyway in no particular order I have visited these countries, USA, France, Spain, Austria, Turkey, Gambia, Egypt and the Netherlands. I have passed through many and I am only counting those I actually tread a foot in and those are, Luxembourg, Germany, & Canada. I think for a later post I’ll talk about about where in the USA I have visited as after all it is a big place and I’ve been three times.

Source : Danbooru

 

Train are a thing I use a lot and this is just to show people who hate travel by them that they aren’t that bad.

I’ll be honest, before I started university I was scared to death by the thought of train travel. It was only after I had taken the small 20 minute journey (no more than two stations in a straight line) about 15 times that I finally stopped worrying. The fear I was once afraid of was about getting lost on national railway system and ending up somewhere far away from where I wanted or needed to be. It gripped me firmly when ever I went past a station near to my home. Ironically I love steam trains and the thought of riding any train worried me.

Don't panic, I'm sure this is my train. Source : Danbooru

Now that I’ve got a routine and experience I’m not afraid to take on a train to anywhere. In fact I feel quite adept as planning out my route and I have owned several season tickets, Oyster cards and Rail cards. The point I’m making is that some thing you just need to do a lot in small sizable chunks, I’ve gone very well with going from local line to  main line as that changed is scale. I feel this is rattling on so I’m stopping for now. Maybe I’ll edit this is to be more how I want it later.

Source : Danbooru

 

Why can I not play a certain game without being called a casual?

Why is it that I can’t play Call Of Duty without getting an eyeful from some people. I like call of duty but I also like a lot of indie games, obscure games, retro games the works. As I said before I played BF2 for hours on end but because I like this popular title made recently I’m some sort of scrub who “can’t appreciate other titles because I pander to Activsion and Bobby K. This is why we can’t have nice things? Some things are popular for a reason other than marketing but some people can’t see that.

Ah well I’ll mull over this later. Again here is the sexy reward for getting to the end.

Artist : Teriyaki