#1) these kids are way to fucking smart for 12 year olds that have been in this world for a week. every episode is just !!!

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

Okay I'll say it. The musical is a better adaption than the show has been.

[brookstolemybrand]

Everybody underestimates Bonney all the time and it's pissing me off so time to rant

1: "She should be at home because she's a baby"

Just getting this out of the way immediately: YES, I KNOW SHE'S 12.

In the real world 12-year-olds probably shouldn't be running around the world, adventuring all on their own, and yes I very much understand that reaction. But in the real world 12-year-olds also don't have superpowers

This is fiction. This is FANTASY. One Piece is a wish-fulfillment fantasy adventure story for kids, it doesn't have to make sense based on real world logic

12 wouldn't be that unusual for a shounen protagonist. Goku was 12 when he started out. Ash Ketchum was 10, ffs. I know he mostly collects weird animals but still. This is a pretty common trope in fiction aimed at younger audiences, WHICH ONE PIECE IS

And she's basically a magical girl anyway, there's magical girls even younger than her

Would it be nice if she was able to just grow up peacefully? Yeah, but that's not really an option for her anyway at this point. She's a wanted criminal, and she has the power to control one of the government's strongest weapons so they're REALLY desperate to capture her

But here's the thing: She's not just a helpless child looking for a parent

She's smart, driven, resourceful and competent (for one thing she clearly actually knows how to sail, even in the Grand Line). She spent two years all alone as a fugitive from the law and always managed to slip away from the government's hands. She even managed to make it to Egghead (alone!) until she got her ship eaten by a gigantic shark (which also sank the Sunny btw; if losing her ship to that thing means you're not qualified to sail then the same goes for the Straw Hats)

My point is: no she doesn't need to be babied, actually. She IS in dire need of friends and allies, not because she's a child but because it's just not great for anyone to be all alone against the world (Luffy regularly acknowledges that he needs his crew too). She has more than proven herself as a pirate and she's in a genre where 12-year-olds going on wild adventures is normal

2: "OMG she should be the apprentice of the Straw Hats!"

Look, I appreciate that you want her to stick with the Straw Hats but come on...

Okay, I will admit that Luffy is literally currently mentoring her, specifically as Nika, and that makes sense

But Bonney as an apprentice pirate?? Are you KIDDING ME

She's been sailing for as long if not longer than Luffy! By the time they made it to Sabaody she had been a pirate captain for as long if not longer than Luffy! She has as much if not more experience being an actual pirate than Luffy!

No, she's not "the next generation" she's LITERALLY part of the Worst Generation, along with Luffy! They're the SAME GENERATION, they're PEERS

It's not about age, it's about when you made it through Paradise! Because that's what actually matters here: accomplishments, not age

She's also clearly fiercely proud of that too, she's the one who keeps bringing up the Worst Generation all the time. How do you expect her to accept a role like "apprentice"? She's never going to let herself be called that

I mean could she become a Straw Hat? Maybe, other worst generation members have worked for emperors before. But not as an "apprentice" for fuck's sake, she would be a full crewmate if she joined

Also IMO she would be much more likely to become part of the grand fleet

And even more likely to just keep seeing herself as Luffy's rival, just like Law and Kid and Bege

My take is that if Bonney still wants to be a pirate, she's perfectly able to do that on her own. She's already done it before. She's a natural captain, just like Luffy, she's not like Jimbei or Brook who became captains out of necessity and were happy to renounce that position to join the Straw Hats. Sure, she lost her crew but she can get a new crew together

In fact she has the perfect opportunity, thanks to Vegapunk: she could create a crew of pacifistas. Which would be terrifying. Imagine running into a pirate crew made up of a bunch of laser-shooting cyborgs, captained by a sun god

That's not just me being a Bonney stan, she could absolutely do that, she has the skills and powers to do that

And that's if she even wants to still be a pirate, she could have other plans, like maybe joining the RA

3: "She's not that strong, she just has a big bounty because the government wanted her as a hostage / because of her reputation of beating up old people and children / she's just playing dress-up, she's not gonna have any proper powers as Nika"

SHE ONE-SHOT A CP8 AGENT WHEN SHE WAS NINE YEARS OLD

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

Yeah she lost to Blackbeard immediately after entering the New World, but that was BLACKBEARD

ACE couldn't beat Blackbeard, and that was BEFORE Blackbeard recruited the strongest prisoners in Impel Down! Literally none of the other supernovas would have won that fight either, Bonney was just the only one unlucky enough to run into him

And since when is being a hostage worth 140 mil??? Even ROBIN's bounty was only 79 mil and she could read the poneglyphs. I would argue that they probably wanted Robin a lot more than they wanted Bonney, so there has to be a different reason why they thought Bonney would require a bigger bounty and the most obvious reason is that Bonney was just a menace

Also why would the government keep raising her bounty after Kuma's mind was wiped if holding her hostage was the only reason for the big bounty?

As for the old people and children thing, surely the navy figured that one out pretty early on, at the very least by the time she started fighting them as well

She's been training since she was six, and unlike Luffy, she was able to train with an adult body from the start, and she managed to master her devil fruit powers quicker (possibly because she had them from birth)

I have no idea if she's awakened them yet. Frankly to me it would make sense if she had because the ability to change other people's age seems pretty busted and would fit the description of paramythia awakenings, but who knows with devil fruits, sometimes they're just weirdly overpowered for no reason

Saturn did kinda imply that this is a fruit that basically peaks in childhood so it would also make sense that she would be at her strongest as a child (although I hope Saturn is just wrong about her losing power over time, I hope she proves him wrong)

Anyway, Luffy also keeps getting power-ups mid-battle and Bonney just did exactly that, so I think she's gonna be plenty strong actually. Probably not as strong as Luffy since he is the main character, but I don't buy this idea that she's just gonna be playing with the toy steering wheel while Luffy drives the car. She's not a weakling, she's not a Momo (as much as there are parallels between her and Momo). She's shown plenty of times that she's not new to fighting and Luffy already gave her a lesson in punching like Nika

And again, it's not like her punches were weak before: SHE ONE-SHOT A CP8 AGENT WHEN SHE WAS NINE YEARS OLD

Whether she actually has the powers of Nika, we'll see, but the fact that the elders felt her presence (and were alarmed by it) does indicate that she's got SOMETHING at least

Also I very much hope she does have Nika powers, I think it would be a huge letdown if she didn't. And the power of Nika is the power of freedom and imagination, it makes perfect sense that she would have it

I don't think she could have achieved it without Luffy's help but I do think she has it

CONCLUSION:

Bonney is a power fantasy for little girls and that's great actually

She IS strong, she IS capable, and most importantly: she has protagonist energy

Just get over it already, accept that she's cool

[seth-burroughs]

mdarc chapter 1 rewatch part 3, and yes, i am aware of the massive pile of asks i have on all my blogs however as always i shall keep running. no don't stop sending them i absolutely appreciate the attention its just i need to mentally prepare two weeks in advance and cry in order to give a sufficient response. you should give it a try and converse with yours truly again some more if the thought of torturing and killing me slowly sounds fun and exciting to you👍

oh look its the child extortion scene

you would think halara, who's got all that trauma from having their family get scammed and destroyed by a friend* they trusted as a child, would be just a tiny bit less comfortable with swindling kids out of their money rn but like you know that's just my thoughts......

they're Reclaiming it <3

*listen. like i know i can't be the only one that thinks that way, but so far so many people ive seen that played this game just went through this gab and thought "oh wow a middle schooler just scammed them that is so crazy lmao", and like. i was under the impression that halara was the one in middle school the entire time, and their "best friend" was just some adult con artist that gained Halara's trust (or just flat out groomed them, honestly) so they could scam their parents. like, you do know this interpretation makes infinitely more sense than... very nefarious 12 year old manipulator investment scamming adults or whatever

has nobody already made a halara "fuck them kids" joke or do i gotta pull out that art program again

this child is like fucking what, five?? literally crying what is your PROBLEM halara...... halara i don't even think he understands half of whatever you're saying to him right now.....................

they didn't even give it back to kei they just tossed it over to yuma???????? lmao?????????

still. they're so fucking cool. i'm giving them the highest honor i can bestow (narcissistic personality disorder and massive autism)

AH WAIT I FORGOT WE ACTUALLY INVESTIGATE SHIT IN THIS GAME OOOOoooooh. ooooooooooh.

i forgot to read the report by the way

*points at jiei colan* SYMMETRY TOOL LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh holy shit wait canon age??? jiei is 48??? ok now that is information i am going to blast into my mind permanently and not like. anything slightly more important

casual fatphobia jumpscare

pink blood scene *nods solemnly*

holy shit i know exactly who the culprit is you wont believe it. im so fucking smart. im a genius im a fucking god fondle my nuts while you blow me

i can already feel seth approaching rapidly because my eyes are getting teary and my chest is doing really funny stuff right now. the sense went off

once he arrives i will keep a list of "memorable and beautiful things seth has done in all his 4 scenes" as well as "memorable and beautiful things desuhiko has done in the entire game or perhaps his life" and then compare once we finish. wish me luck

chapter 1 >>>>>>>>>> every other fucking chapter. i am going to kill a man on this hill

THERE HE COMES .

I'm twitching like hell right now. my muscles yearn for the burroughs

UUAAAAAIIIIIGIHUGFFYDFUUUUUGHGHHHHGAAAAAAAAAAGHUSYDGHSDUUUUUHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! H H

HE HIS STUPID FUCKIDGFG WALK

take that rain cape off you fucking coward this is kanai ward. noticed his lil fox symbol on his back and got reminded of wackpedion's religious seth post but im not gonna look for it now. but yeah he's 100% metal fox church guy i told you this chapter got layerssss to it. this is cinema. video games lore have peaked at rain code chapter 1. scott cawthon has been really silent ever since rain code chapter 1 dropped

his face. its heeehhhhere. i am going tocommit vehicular manslaughter. and ask him why is his skin fucking gray

holy motherfucker I TOTALLY forgot how his japanese voice sounds. he sounds. slightly more normal actually. less pathetic if that was possible. its like he still has hope. help me he sounds so young

i like how. he just calmly extremely quietly tells them to stand up while standing like 20 feet away from them and knowing his voice usually doesn't reach above 30db. like he just stands there mumbling to them to plss get up now knowing they probably can't hear him. he jsut. gives it a try. maybe this time

maybe he's trying to awaken his telepathic abilities.

omg god a charlie radiohead wackpedion oc cameo???? i can't believe that wiki let spike chunsoft put charlie in their game in order to help increase sales it is so cool how they support smaller creators like that once again

that cunty stance. who stands like that.

its not fucking on. how did you notice its not fucking on. or did he just did but tried regardless. dead silence.

truly, a flattering introduction

and he. wasn't even that fucking mad he just gave him a very dissapointed look to go and fix that. which makes me think it has happened before. and numerous times

finally, seth has succeeded. you know whats crazy about that scene?? the peacekeepers were knocked out a solid while ago thats gonna be at least 15, if not just 20 entire minutes. realistically if youre uncounscious for that much time (and im pretty sure halara whacked them on the head) then you're gonna be concussed as fuck perhaps even have serious brain injuries (and im pretty sure halara whacked them on the head HARD) like youre not gonna be ok after this. his voice literally healed them. he commanded them to rise and so they did. combined with the blatant christian themes of rain code (makoto is satan. martina's motorcycle is the ark) the answer is obvious seth is jesus where was i going with this again

seth is so fucking chill its unbelievable. its the fourth time something has happened to him this moment, megaphone guy fucked up the fucking volume and he just. takes a few steps back motions with his arms and doesn't even say anything. if that were yomi he'd just bring out the whip. if that were martina she'd verbally abuse them so fucking hard they would not be able to look her in the eye ever again in their lives. if that were guillaume she'd start screeching at dominic to decapitate that man

i am going to look away whenever they mention Bodies Rotting Quickly In Kanai Ward from now on. i shall not. it is not worth it.

megaphone guy cringe moment

i would say something about the entire "public execution" moment but i think i already said enough before. so.

goodbye seth you absolutely fucking SLAYED it

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

Allllllll right, 08×02 rewatch rambling, let's go!!

This episode is going to make me emotional, I know that all ready.

1) Hopper and the scientists (+the demodogs ig)

Hopper: You sure 'bout that glass?

Bro was so real for that--

2) Mike and Bob

My boy's so smart :3

3) Demogorgons (+dead scientists ig)

Yay, death! :D (/j)

4) Mike, Will, Joyce, and Bob

I already said that and I'll say it again: Mike's so smart, I love my son.

And here is the famous "Ur Mom!" scene lol-- (sorry)

Alright, more seriously, seeing Will like must have been mildly traumatizing for Mike and Joyce don't you think? :(

Also, that one shoot of Mike slapping his hands on his ears to not ear Will... Poor boy must have felt so guilty, even if he knew it was the best thing to do. :((

5) the camera room (or something)

Holy cow.

Alright, I'm going to talk about my boy!! :D

Because there's never enough opportunities to talk about Mike's traumas <33

Imagine being Mike Wheeler, a 12 year old boy who's best friend is being possessed by some supernatural monster that is trying to murder everyone and everything around it. And now, you're locked in a room with lots of adults that you know very little to nothing about (except Joyce), and you're seeing in live people being killed and devoured by some other supernatural creatures that are also trying to murder and eat everything and everyone around them. AND, on top of that, all lights just went off for no apparent reasons. Also, you're feeling extremely guilty of all this because you think you could've prevent all of it from happened, if only you asked your best friend to have a sleepover with you a year before that. And how easy would've that been? It's not like you couldn't have done it, you just "weren't in the mood" that night, so of course it's your fault Michael!!--

Anyway. You got me. :)

6) the Mayfield house

Ew, Neil.

I still dislike Billy, but even this guy doesn't deserve to be treated like that. :(

(He was looking pretty good too! I like his eyes.)

7) Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Steve

I love Dustin and Lucas's fight honestly, it really shows how important the rules and honestly are for the party. (Also shows how different their's and byler's fight was--)

Also,

Max: No, no, no. Hey, guys, why are you headed towards the sound??

No because she's so real for that honestly, they were pretty dumb here ToT

8) the Lab

The way Mike's nerdy brain most likely know some BASIC and Hopper doesn't even know what it is lol--

Also, I'm like 80% sure that Dr.Owens know BASIC (at least enough to do what they were talking about) and just didn't want to go on a suicide mission. ._.

Anyway, I already feel sad for Bob help me :((

9) Stoncy, Lumax, and Dustin

Jonathan and Nancy were flabbergasted to see Steve here lol--

Also, Max must be so confused like "...Who are these people again?"

9) Bob

Poor man would've been traumatized as hell if he was still alive. :(

10) Stoncy and the kids

Why are you so agressive Dustin? Poor Jonathan was doing the same thing as you did! ToT

11) Bob (+others)

He's so smart he's so smart I'm so sad AAAAAHHHH!! :(((

NOOOOO, don't forget the guuunnn!!! ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

(Also, Dustin's "I did it! :D" was so cute lol)

12) Hopper, Mike, Will, and Joyce

They way they were so fucking lucky to get out without seeing any Demogorgons ToT

13) Bob and Owens

JSJISIZKKSMMCXLZRQZRWDTXLFJVUVGUCGDJWSURWWURXFIUGCPUVUPGFCYSWEAQRZSIFYPVUIBPIPHIYCXDTUSRWZUOCYBIPPNNINUHLCFTWZZAAYEXTCGUVVUPUOGXTESRZXETEOCUBBPGCRTWZWRZVUP!!!!!! This scene is so nerve wracking it's killing me!! And I already know how it ends!!!! ToT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGJHHLJDTLUTDDRULLXUULHFLUTDOYRSOGYOGOYGIYLUXTIDYFDIYDYI I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS STUPID HANDLE IS THE ONLY REASON WHY BOB DIED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

(and also because he's a slow runner, but let's not ruin the mood.)

14) Joyce, Hopper, Mike, Will, and Jancy

(⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

The way Mike runs to hug Joyce and push her to the car (⁠╥O╥⁠)

15) Everyone

BE FAST Y'ALL

16) "Bob"

I did NOT need to see that by the way. The 3D model thing is making me a bit uncomfortable.

17) Everyone

Hopper: I AM THE POLICE--

Lmao.

Joyce :(((

Mike trying to lift the other's mood while still being in shock of seeing so many people (INCLUDING BOB) dying in front of him :((((

The kids are so intelligent I love them <33

MIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE BABY YOU'RE SO SMAAAARRRRTTTTTTT!!!

And you're also going to HATE your own idea in approximately 15mins. Yahoo.

Stancy... Yeah no. Break up already please.

Lucas and Dustin's talk ToT

Honestly I feel like Mike's trying to push Max away because he's scared that if he lets her actually be in the party, it would mean that he takes responsibility on her (because he's the paladin yk), and he doesn't want that because he feels like he's already failing everyone on that part. He doesn't want to feel responsible for someone else's life turning even more shitty.

Also, he's probably trying to not "remplace" El. (Survivor's guilt, yk?)

Jonathan and Joyce... I guess they're never escaping this realistic VS optimistic thing. :(

(I'm going to call this patched up place "interrogation room'' because yes.)

18) Byers house (Dustin, Nancy, Steve, Lucas, and Max)

Max: Yeah but.. But if he finds us?

Lucas:... Judgement day.

I mean, you can say it like that.

19) Interrogation room (Will, Joyce, Jonathan, Hopper, and Mike)

Mike bitting his nails off and hiding his hands under his armpits to try to comfort himself.. :((

Also, the light are flittering!! Will's powers??

MIKE'S EEEYYYYESSSS AAAAAAHHHH (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

Joyce's monologue is just making me so happy... Imagine a little 8 years old Will, drawing his huge rainbow ship with this new(!!) 120(!!!) crayon set. He must have been so happy. :')

Jonathan's monologue toooo... My babies. :(

I really want to see them make castle byers honestly.

(alright, time for the big deal™)

THE WAY MIKE WAS ALREADY CRYING WHEN WE SEE HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HOW WILL'S EYES START WATERING TOO I CAN'T APKXKDJSIDOZJJZODKFJBFKZOZIJ TOT

Also, can we talk about how Joyce and Jonathan had shoots of other people's faces during their monologue, and Mike absolutely didn't? It's just him and Will. MikeandWill, WillandMike, always.

Also, the way Hopper was just standing there like "🧍" LMAO--

He say the morse code though!! Good job Hopper!!! (IT'S THE HAND THAT MIKE WAS HOLDING AAAJKDKSPODJLDKEKZODJNDKQOSJDBJSODKFJJSODKDJZJKAK)

20) Everyone (-Will)

Steve: What's that?

All the kids: Morse code.

Lmao--

21) Interrogation room

(vibbing with "should I stay or should I go")

All of those little monologues are so sweet ToT💕

I especially love the truck one, Will is literally the kindest, sweet, most adorable little boy in the world, and I love him so much.

22) Byers house

Holy hell, phone murder.

23) interrogation room

Yep, they're cooked! Baked as bread!! Fried as chicken!!! :'D

24) Everyone

(MIKE HOLDING A CANDLE HOLDER LIKE A SWORD LMAO---)

Max: Is it dead?

Well I mean, I hope so--

ELEVEN BABY YOU'RE BAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!! I love you my girl.

Bro the long mileven eyes contact is making me almost uncomfortable, the both look high help ToT

Annnd, here comes the end of this episode!!! I'll probably do the last one tomorrow.

It was nice to write everything down like this, tho I don't think I'll be doing it while rewatching ST3 and ST4 because it's very time consuming. (This episode is 48 minutes long and I've been here for literally two hours help me out ppl)

I really like this episode, but I do think that if the last one was very plain, then this one was extremely crowded. Still loved it tho!! :)

Alright, thank you for reading my rant lol, have a nice day/night/whatever!

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 5: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

Summary: . . . Florida Teen Arrested for Putting Humans in Jars at Florida Zoo

Prompt: Jar

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Bing liked humans, they were fun. Some were less fun than others, but on average he liked them.

And in Gainesville he saw all kinds of interesting and fun people. He liked going to school fairs and the schools definitely liked having an actual sentient AI talking to their budding STEM students. He had the names of hundreds and even thousands of budding scientists.

His names.

Bing wanted to see what they would become, what they would do.

One of his names however was causing problems in the city. And Bing only knew that cause this human child, a teenager really, was using something he had given to every name he kept tabs on. A little pin with a minute amount of dead nanites. Unusable, but noticeable.

A little budding eco-terrorist, and a dangerous one. Most of the time, his names resorted to firecrackers or at the most dangerous a pipe bomb.

This one was more dangerous, this one was causing civic engineering damage. They were smart, not just in what they were doing, but in being smart enough not to get caught.

And Google was starting to get interested. He refused to tell Bing why he was so intent on finding this person.

Fourteen hours after he’d called the Egoton branch for help, he got a call.

“Bing, what’s up?” Silver called.

“Finally,” Bing said. “Finished putting out fires?”

There was silence for a bit. “No. We’re fighting Irish and American immigration to get Marvin over here. Fuck Dark, and fuck no one here being able to read aura. What’s the problem? An eco-terrorist?”

“Yeah, one of Gainesville’s brightest is turning to crime to push back against a couple things in the city. And they’re smart enough not to get caught. We’ve been trying to catch this kid for four months.”

“How old is this person supposed to be?” Silver asked.

“Seventeen,” Bing said. “We think. They’re at least in high school.”

“Too young,” Silver said. “Between them and the guy that keeps trying to solve crime over here we might be dealing with a miniature league.”

“Don’t have to, dude,” Bing said.

“What does that mean?” Silver's tone sounded dangerous.

“Google’s interested in them, not Dark, Googs is hella interested.” Bing’s mind was already made up.

“We can’t have children fighting super villains, they’ll die. I’d rather fight against them than have them up against Dark. I lost Iblis, I will not lose anyone else.”

“Iblis wasn’t killed by a villain,” Bing said.

“I’m not arguing this with you. Dark travels down there to talk with some snake kingpin almost monthly. And he can be down there in minutes. I take either nine or three hours depending on where the fuck Egoton is because I sure don’t know where I am right now.”

“I can’t let Google have this kid, I can’t,” Bing said and hung up. Silver tried to call him back but Bing didn’t pick up.

Bing kept ignoring him as he broke apart into nanites and jumped from electrical outlet to outlet until he got to the nearby zoo where the latest situation was.

The eco-terrorist was in the zoo, terrorizing some of the patrons in, what felt like to Bing, the funniest way possible. Three patrons trapped under what looked like giant glass jars, ranting at them.

It was as adorable as it was dangerous. A seventeen-year-old in blue and black biker gear. It was almost enough to make Bing forget about how much damage they’d done.

“How do you like it when something throws things at you?” The teenage future-supervillain told a woman whose jar he was standing on top of. They sounded male-leaning but Bing had been corrected enough times.

“Well,” Bing said as he leaned against one of the jars where a young man was inside of it. Smiling. “Should I make the joke, dude? Or are you going to traumatize these people in a whole new way?”

The teenager almost startled and climbed off it before they could fall off of it. “Bing. You’re early.”

And they landed directly into Bing’s nanites. Nanites surged around them to bind the teen where they stood. Making it look like the top half of a jar.

“Nah, I was going to get you eventually, kid.” Bing said as he took the time to free the civilians and send them off.

Only one of the trapped people tried to beat up the tied and bound teenager.

Bing easily snagged him by the arm and threw him back. “Nah, big guy. You don’t need to pretend to be a man by beating up a tied up teenager.”

And for good measure, Bing audibly and visibly took a picture of his face. That got the guy to run off.

Leaving Bing with the “junior supervillain” on the mostly empty path. “Hey there.”

“I have a right to remain silent and I have a right to a lawyer.” The young villain said.

Bing used his nanites to unclip the kid’s motorcycle helmet. “You sure do.”

“Hey!” The teen said, trying to twist away. But the helmet came off and there was a perfectly normal teenage face.

Bing didn’t even need to start scanning his face. The android knew exactly who this was.

Logan E. Naraj. Honors high school student, and valedictorian at Buchholz High School. He/Him. The most promising of Bing’s names. Perhaps the single smartest student in the entire area, let alone in Gainesville. Maybe in the entire state, even. Not just in grades, Logan was devastatingly intelligent, and his eco-terrorist actions were proving it.

“I knew it had to be you,” Bing said. “You’re one of the only people smart enough to be doing half the stuff you’ve been doing.”

That seemed to disarm Logan a little bit, clearly not expecting a compliment. But he didn’t say anything in kind.

Bing stuck the helmet to Logan’s chest with nanites. Then Bing started taking Logan out of the zoo.

Police met with Bing about halfway towards the entrance. He was placed under arrest, and placed in the back of a cop car. Where Bing followed them closely to the station.

They got Logan into a little holding room, Bing not letting the kid out of his sight. It was only a matter of time before Google tried to sweep in. Bing couldn’t even guess what Google wanted with an actual human, but Logan had yet to actually kill anybody. If Google got involved he would quickly start.

They were waiting for a state lawyer and CPS to come in for Logan. So all they could do, since Logan refused to cooperate, was wait.

One of the investigators came over to Bing.

“Your friend come for him yet?” The officer said.

“No, but that’s probably because the dude knows I’m here,” Bing shrugged.

“Do you know what he wants yet?” The officer was shifting around but Bing didn’t pull up a camera to see it. He just shook his head and they were quiet for a good minute.

Then the officer clearly felt like silence was a bad idea.

“Logan Naraj, glad to finally have a name for what might be a two-year stint in juvie,” the officer said as Logan sat on the couch, Bing refusing to take his eye off him. So the second camera had to come up.

“And not the first Naraj we’ve had in the system, probably won’t be the last time either.” The office was giving Logan a scoffing, dismissive look.

“Why?” Bing asked.

“His older brother is currently serving a five year sentence at Florida Corrections, assault with a deadly weapon. He was sentenced last year. No parents, no surprise really.”

“Hmm, don’t think you should be making comments like that about a kid smart enough to make death rays.” Bing’s synthetic heart gave out a little bit.

The officer didn’t seem convinced but Bing didn’t care, he only had to convince Silver. And Bing was trying to cover every argument Silver had. He needed to keep this kid out of trouble, eternally bench him, and keep him in school.

He was already sending out a couple of emails as he’d been taking Logan to the station. And as he was looking at Logan and hearing this human bad talk him, he got a response from the only person besides Silver that he needed permission from.

“He’s going to be my apprentice,” Bing said.

“Why?” The investigator said.

“Look, either I take him for the Coalition, and he does community service for us, or Google takes him and he builds weapons for Dark and the League. Choose.”

“You said that just Google was interested in him,” the officer said.

“Yeah, and Google works for Dark, if Googs has anything, Dark has it,” Bing said. “And I don’t know if you know what happens in Egoton but Wilford doesn’t stay in jail, now does he?”

Bing waited to go in when the CPS rep and the lawyer had finally gotten in. He let them go in and talk to Logan before Bing walked in without the cops.

He grabbed a chair and turned it so he could lean his arms on the top of the backrest.

“Hey,” Bing smiled. Before the lawyer could make a noise, Bing kept talking. “You don’t have to say a word. You’re probably going back home after this. I just wanted to cut to the point where we make a deal, not waste your time.”

“He doesn’t have to take any kind of deal,” the lawyer said.

“Oh, I know,” Bing said, still smiling. “In fact, I hope he sleeps on it. Decisions need time to make them wisely, and I know Logan here is a smart kid.”

The lawyer glanced at Logan, and Bing let them remind Logan not to say a thing.

Bing pulled out a little card with the Coalition insignia on it and Bing’s contact information. “I want you to personally become my apprentice with the Coalition.”

“You can’t be serious,” The CPS rep said.

“Oh, buddy, I’m very serious,” Bing said. He looked at Logan. “I know Googs has been contacting you, and I know because he was gloating about it. And I don’t want Google anywhere near you, dude. I don’t want Dark near you because anything Google has, belongs to Dark. Dark doesn’t care about anything but himself, that’s just a fact.”

Logan didn’t say anything, but his standoffishness didn’t seem as cold. Which was good.

“So we’re gonna take you home, you’re gonna think on this, and then if you want you call me. And we can start some balls rolling. Get you some more equipment. Have you not go to jail for almost destroying the bridge? Think of it as cutting around juvie and skipping right to community service?”

Logan stayed quiet but Bing could see the gears turning.

Bing smiled and walked out, leaving Logan with the humans, and a smile on Bing’s face.

The police were pissed, no surprise. They’d caught Logan but were unable to arrest him on the spot.

Bing watched CPS take Logan home, where he basically was by himself, and was given instructions not to contact Bing or Google.

The kid didn’t last the night.

Bing stood on his apartment step, to be polite, and waited as Logan answered the door.

“I’m not saying yes,” Logan said as Bing walked in.

“Well, this sure ain’t a no, dude,” Bing smiled as he looked around and basically placed a tracking marker in the place so he could quickly come and go from the place.

“Hey, you like Wendy’s, kid?” Bing said.

The kid just glared at him. “I’m vegetarian.”

“Neat, cool,” Bing smiled at him. “I’ll order something else.”

“You don’t eat human food,” Logan said.

“I mean, I can, but we’ll be talking about this for a while and you’ve been out all night,” Bing said as he sat backwards on a rickety kitchen chair. Leaving the slightly comfier armchair for Logan.

“I’m just allowed to join the Coalition?” Logan asked.

Bing gave Logan a huge smile. “I’m in charge of the South Branch of the Coalition, only Silver and Jackie have any extra say on stuff. I got Jackie’s approval a couple hours ago, and I can convince Silver. Don’t worry. The only thing you’ve got to worry about, little man, is staying in school, and staying out of trouble.”

“You’ve promised change,” Logan said.

“There are a lot of things wrong in this city, and with the country, Lo, you’re taking on the small fry. Normal people. I want bigger, dude. I want to take on people like Dark, people who are stagnating the city.” Bing said as he tried not to lean forward in the chair and break it.

“If I joined, what would I be doing day-to-day?” Logan asked.

“Investigative work, maybe researching various magical and no-magical artifacts, you’ll be in school a lot of the time, there’s no getting around that.” Bing said.

“Okay, if it’s between you and Dark, I guess I don’t have a choice,” Logan said.

Bing stood up and clapped his hands. “Alrighty, then, dude.”

Out of his arm he pulled out something that looked more like a watch then the rest of the Coalition communicators. “To our newest hero. Welcome to the party, my man.”

“Logic,” Logan said.

“That your name?” Bing asked.

“Yes, if I could pick one it would be: Logic,” Logan said.

“Perfect, my dude,” Bing said.

“Where do you stay, or are you allowed to tell me?” Logan asked.

“Hey, I live anywhere with good bandwidth,” Bing said, shrugging. “You need me anywhere, anytime, and I got you.”

“Noted,” Logan said, trying to act normal but Bing wasn’t fooled. Those facial expressions, that heart rate. He cared a lot, that made Bing very happy.

Bing held out his hand. “I can order that food, and then you can get some sleep. You’ve got school tomorrow, after all and we’ll keep talking about Coalition stuff after school.”

“Alright,” Logan said.

So Bing ordered some late night vegetarian Chinese food. Logan ate and then he went to bed, and Bing went to go and officially tell Google to back off from Logan. That he had it under control and Logan got to be theirs without also being Dark’s.

[amatchinwater]

Paring: Briles (Stiles/Brett)

Warnings: talks of a character death, hurt/comfort,

Summary: After the death of his father, Stiles is sent to Devenford Academy, a live-in school for supernatural kids. Arriving, he finds his childhood best friend Isaac now has a pack of his own, and his Alpha wants Stiles.

a/n: This is fully written, and I'll post a chapter a week-ish

Chapter: 1 of 12

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Devenford Academy

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As a young spark, losing his mom was really difficult. She’s who Stiles got his powers from. His father is- was, fuck- human. When she died, Stiles’ dad didn’t know how to teach him about his ever blooming powers. All he could do was guide his son through his mother’s journals and hope for the best. Since his mother couldn’t be there to teach him, it was the best they could do. It was a way for them to bond over the loss of the most wonderful woman in their lives.

For Stiles, it was enough.

Now the spark doesn’t even have his father.

Noah Stilinski was the sheriff of their hometown Beacon Hills. A damn good one at that. Respected. Loved. Honored. And Stiles’ whole damn world. Until a simple late night call for a domestic disturbance turned sour. A man with recessive werewolf genes didn’t turn for the first time until his thirties and it made him feral, having killed his entire family with his bare hands. The police report, that Stiles didn’t even have to steal, said his father didn’t even have a chance to draw his gun.

With no living relatives, there was only one place a newly turned eighteen year old spark still in school could go. Devenford Academy. A prestigious private school for the supernatural. Seeing as the students live on campus, it’s goodbye to Beacon Hills. Maybe it’s for the best. There’s nothing there for him anymore.

Now Devenford isn’t an orphanage. While yes, it does take supernatural orphans, it’s just a school. Anyone smart, well known, or rich enough can attend. His childhood best friend, Isaac, was brought there three years ago when he became a werewolf. It was meant to help him adjust and find a pack. But really, it was his father’s excuse to not have to deal with an inhuman son. 

If it wasn’t under such grim circumstances, Stiles would be more excited about seeing the wolf again.

It doesn’t help either that it’s pouring. Rain has been pattering against the car for over half the drive. That added to the fact that the driver hasn’t said much on their journey, it’s just giving this whole thing a little bit too much macabre for Stiles’ liking. The spark is all for murder mysteries and horror stories, okay? He’d just rather not live one.

“How much farther?” Stiles asks. He knows that Devenford is still within Beacon County, but it feels like they’ve been driving for ages. Maybe he should’ve just tried to sleep. That probably would’ve made the trip easier. Not to mention he wouldn’t feel all of these nerves if he was passed out.

Surprisingly, the man behind the wheel answers, “another ten minutes or so. You should see the lake any minute.”

Right. The lake. Home to sirens and mermaids. The spark has never had the pleasure of seeing one in person and given their reputation, he’d rather not ever. He’ll stay as far away from the lake as possible, thank you.

Sure enough, another minute or two, the trees on their right clear a bit, revealing a massive lake. It’s a bit cliche that it’s blanketed by a layer of fog, but it’s stunning nonetheless. Stretching as far as his eyes can see.

Nearly entranced by the lake, Stiles almost missed the castle of a school coming into view. He’s never even seen pictures of the place. But the giant stone and brick building with towers and balconies is as beautiful as it is terrifying. 

Stiles can’t help but gulp when the car pulls up to an iron gate with a giant ‘DA’ seal a few minutes later. This is his home now. The spark is still trying to wrap his head around that. Not like he can run. Mountains cover the back of the school with woods and the lake surrounding its front and sides. Spark or not, Stiles would be lost in three steps. 

Even after the gate creaks open to let them through, they still drive for a bit until coming to a stop in front of the school. They round a fountain with a black marble dragon spitting water on their way. Two people wait for him on stone steps under the awning. A short, black-haired woman holding an umbrella and-

“Isaac,” Stiles breathes out. Flinging open his door, the spark throws himself out of the vehicle. “Isaac,” he yells, running straight for the wolf. It didn’t hit how badly the spark needed a familiar face until he saw him.

The wolf’s arms are already opened, pulling Stiles into a hug. “I’m so sorry. I’m sure you’re sick of hearing it, but I’m so sorry,” the wolf says. The spark collapses into the embrace, feeling warmth in his heart for the first time in a week. Isaac squeezes him tighter, “dude, I’ve missed you.” 

Stiles pulls back to get a good look at the wolf. He’s gotten taller than the spark. Bulkier too. But he kept those beautiful curls that give Isaac an almost boyish nature. Lets people not think he’s some dangerous werewolf. Or the mischievous kid who used to play pranks with Stiles. It suits him.

“It’s really good to see you,” the spark chokes. He takes a steady breath to calm himself. Stiles knows it’s okay to cry and isn’t ashamed to do so in front of the wolf. But he’s been crying for days and the spark just got here. He’d rather not start out in tears. 

“You too, man,” Isaac pats his shoulder reassuringly. 

“Mr. Stilinski,” the woman says gently. He turns to face her, her face holding a kind smile. “My name is Satomi Ito. I’m the principal here,” she explains. “While the circumstances are unfortunate, we’re pleased to have you here.”

The spark manages to muster something close to a smile, “thanks.”

“I have been informed rather incessantly,” Ms. Ito shoots Isaac a look, the wolf ducking his head before she chuckles, “that you and Mr. Lahey used to be close friends before he came here.” Satomi steps further under the awning, lowering her umbrella, “you two will be sharing a room. We agreed that it might help you better adjust by living with someone you know.”

That’s awfully considerate from a woman he just met. “Thank you, you’re probably right,” Stiles says.

“No need to thank me,” she smiles. “I promised Claudia I’d take care of her son if he ever came to Devenford.” The spark’s eyes bulge, she must be the werewolf that his mom mentioned in her journals. “Yes, I knew your mother. Your father too. Their loss does not go unnoticed with me,” Satomi’s features soften, seemingly lost in thought about his parents. It’s nice to know that other people cared about them too. “You have the day with Isaac to tour the school and settle into your room. If you need anything,” she places her hand on his shoulder, “don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I will,” the spark assures her. There’s a thud behind him when she nods and walks away. The driver was kind enough to take his bags out of the trunk for him. “Oh, thanks. And thanks for the ride.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Stilinski,” is all the man says before getting back in the car.

Isaac slings one of the bags over his shoulder, “you ready?”

—

Two winding staircases later and several turns, the spark follows the wolf to their room. The wood floors are a nice touch, reminding Stiles of his house. Sliding around on his socks and giggling. The countless times he slipped because of his clumsy nature.

“You know,” Isaac plops the bag on Stiles’ bed, “I told my pack to say back today. Give you a day to breathe. But, there’s one more person who really wanted to see you.”

“What?” The spark asks, confused as to who else would be here that he knows. But also, “you have a pack? Are you an Alpha?” That’s not something he’d heard about in the letters and texts. “Wait,” Stiles stops his babbling, thoughts catching up, “who wants to see me?” 

“Can you handle a visitor right now?”

Stiles rolls his eyes, “I’m grieving, not broken. Who is it?”

The wolf sputters a laugh, “come on out.”

Come on out? Are they hiding somewhere? 

There’s rustling in the closet on Isaac’s side of the room. A mess of spiky blonde hair gracelessly falls out, a shoe flying with him. The boy pops up, blue eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

Stiles blinks. 

Who the hell-? 

The longer the spark stares, the more the wheels turn. He almost looks like, “Liam?” Stiles asks in disbelief. There’s no way.

“Surprise?” The boy holds his arms out.

“Holy shit,” Stiles laughs, rushing to the other boy. “I haven’t seen you in years!” He gets nearly crushed by Liam’s embrace, but it’s totally worth it. “You’re so big!” The spark used to babysit the other boy before they moved away. That was so long ago, Liam was maybe eight years old at the time. “But I thought-”

Liam pulls back, “I got werewolf genes way back in the family. I started going here and my parents moved to be closer to me. I joined Isaac’s pack,” the young wolf says with a grin. It’s insane to see him all grown up like this. Stiles’ heart is swelling in his chest that there’s two people he knows right off the bat. 

“So you are an Alpha?” Stiles faces his old friend.

Isaac laughs, “hell no. Our Alpha is Brett.”

Who names their kid Brett? Stiles snorts, “sounds like a douchebag name.”

“He’s a little rough around the edges before you get to know him,” Liam admits. “But he’s a pretty good guy. You’ll get to meet him tomorrow, you guys have a few classes together,” the wolf says, holding Stiles’ schedule in his hands.

The spark snatches the paper, playfully chastising the younger boy, “you’re back in my life for two minutes and you’re already going through my shit. What are you, five again?”

“I’m so happy you’re here,” Liam wraps his arms around the spark, ignoring the question. “I always liked your dad. He would always play the siren for me.” 

“I missed you too, buddy,” Stiles returns the hug. While he’s not exactly happy to be here, the spark is happy to have friends again.

It definitely makes this easier to swallow.

—

“So where’s your pack?” Stiles asks, setting his plate down beside Isaac. They spent hours touring the school and setting up his room. Got done just in time for dinner. 

“Over there,” the wolf points over his shoulder. 

“So why aren’t we sitting with them?”

Isaac takes a bite of his burger as the spark sits, “they’re fine. You’ll meet them tomorrow. I told them not to bombard you, remember?”

The spark looks around, finding Liam in the sea of tables outside. The wolf is with three other boys and a girl. One of which is gorgeous. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Tall even though he’s sitting. Jacket discarded so you can see his muscles bulge the green button up top. God, he’s painfully pretty. When their eyes meet, the wolf grins at him and sends Stiles a little wave with his fingers, mouthing ‘hi’.

It shouldn’t make him blush, but it stupidly does.

“A-are you sure you don’t want to sit with them?” The spark drags his eyes away from the other wolf to poke at his salad with his fork. “They’re your pack after all, aren’t you guys supposed to share meals together?”

“Relax,” Isaac bumps him with his shoulder. “It’s one day. I will be fine and so will they.” The wolf snickers, “you’ve caught Brett’s attention though. Liam is telling him all about you.”

Right. Werewolf hearing. Well, the young wolf better be saying good things. But Stiles won’t dare say that out loud. “Which one is Brett?” Stiles asks, though he’s sure he knows the answer.

“Big blonde guy,” Isaac confirms the spark’s suspicion. 

“And how did I manage to catch his attention?”

“He probably thinks you’re hot,” Isaac shrugs, “you are kind of his type.” 

How in the actual hell is Stiles that guy’s type? In what possible world does that make even a shred of sense? Because it’s definitely not this one. Brett is nothing shy of a sculpted Greek God. Stiles is just- he’s just- well, not that. While the spark has filled out a bit from playing lacrosse, he’s still pretty lanky after quitting the team. And Stiles has more moles than skin at this point, just a canvas of connect the dots if you ask him. Literally. Stiles made a mushroom out of a cluster of moles and freckles on his arm.

Isaac must be mistaken.

“Yeah, right,” Stiles scoffs, shoving some lettuce in his mouth. “I don’t need you to stroke my ego, Is.” The spark is more than aware of what he looks like. 

“Fucking hell,” Isaac sets his burger down, face twisting with disgust, “I’m not telling him that.” Stiles looks at him confused. He knows wolves can hear each other, but what the hell did the Alpha just say? “Just trust me when I say you look a lot better than you think you do. Okay?” 

“I-I guess,” Stiles furrows his brows. Looking past the wolf’s shoulder, he sees Brett already watching him and Liam clutching his ears while the boy beside him laughs. The Alpha winks at him, making a kissy face. Heat burns the tips of his ears and the spark quickly averts his gaze. “Is, what did he say?”

The wolf whines a groan, “please don’t make me say it. Hearing it was bad enough,” Isaac tries to busy himself with his fries and ranch. 

“Did you forget how annoying I can be?” Stiles chuckles, poking Isaac in the cheek, “you know I’m not going to drop it, right?” The spark needs to know considering the face he just got from the Alpha. 

“Dammit,” Isaac tosses the fry on his plate. “I know you won’t.” The wolf sighs, “he said he won’t stroke your ego, but he’ll definitely stroke something else for you if you want him to.”

Stiles freezes on the spot, fork hovering mid air as he just stares at his friend. Who just says things like that with full confidence? To someone they haven’t even met yet, no less. People who like Brett and are probably used to getting what they want, duh. But still, the spark would be lying if he said that it didn’t affect him at all. The feeling in his gut is something Stiles hasn’t felt because of someone else in a while. 

“Exactly,” Isaac grumbles, “I hope that was as uncomfortable for you as it was for me.” 

“Yeah,” Stiles says absentmindedly, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Doing his best to finish his meal and not fixate on Brett’s forward nature. “Totally uncomfortable,” he says, still distracted. “How often do you guys do that? Communicate across distances like that, I mean.”

“Well,” Isaac covers his mouth as he chews, having polished off the last of his burger. Wiping his face with a napkin, the wolf continues, “I mean, we’re not the only werewolves in the school. But yeah, we do it quite often. On campus, there isn’t really anywhere we can’t hear each other if we focus hard enough.”

Stiles makes a noise of understanding, finishing the last of his chicken and salad. He’s read about werewolves in school, but the spark didn’t really learn a lot. “Interesting.”

“That means,” the wolf scoops his and Stiles’ now empty plate up, rising from the table. “If you ever need anything, even just someone to make sure you have space to breathe, call for one of us. All of us except for Mason will hear you. He’s a spark like you.”

Stiles gets up, following his friend more than a little confused. “But, I’m not part of your pack. Why would they help me?” Packs are tight knit, that the spark knows. 

Isaac stops abruptly to put their dirty plates on the cart, the spark smacks face first into his back. Ow. “You may not be part of the pack, Stiles,” the wolf turns to face him. “But you’re family to me. That’s good enough for them.” The spark turns around in time to catch Brett’s gaze, he nods in confirmation. “And being family,” Isaac slings his arm around the spark’s shoulders, carting him back towards their room. “That means if you want to join the pack, you simply need to ask. No formalities or anything like that.” 

—

Today has felt ridiculously long. Packing his belongings, a draining car ride, tours, the room set up, a new place, and a flirty Alpha. Stiles is utterly exhausted. The spark’s body is drained, mental capacity more than a little depleted. So why the fuck can’t he sleep?

Stiles has tossed and turned repeatedly. Tried singing a song in his head until he was drowsy. The spark even tried counting fucking sheep. Nothing has worked and he’s highly irritated. So Stiles has resorted to just laying on his back staring at the ceiling. Not that he’s entirely worried about his perception, but if Stiles doesn’t want to come off as a total prick to everyone tomorrow, he needs sleep. 

“With all due respect, I’m never going to be able to sleep if you don’t,” Isaac rustles around in his bed.

The spark didn’t mean to bother him. “I’m sorry,” he says, rolling over to face the wolf. “I’m so fucking tired, dude. But I just can’t fall asleep.” 

Isaac pushes his curls out of his eyes, “something on your mind?” The wolf asks, concern flashing over his tired features.

“Yes and no,” Stiles huffs, trying to fix his pillow for the tenth time. “I was hoping that bunking with you would make this just feel like a glorified sleepover.”

The pair used to spend the night at one another’s houses all the time when they were kids. But the spark just can’t forget the reason he’s here. Which leaves sleep an elusive little beast. 

“No one expects you to act like everything is normal. You know that, right?” Isaac scoots over, lifting the blanket and patting the empty space beside him. Stiles hastily joins the wolf, getting wrapped up in Isaac’s arms. “You went through some shit. You’re allowed and pretty much expected to feel however you want to about it. I was a mess when I first got here.”

Stiles sniffles, eyes beginning to sting, “you were?” He burrows his face in the wolf’s neck.

“So bad,” Isaac chuckles. “My dad was a piece of shit, but he was the last blood family I had left and he threw me out when I turned. My wolf was super distressed. Bad enough that my third second night, Brett and his pack came to my room and showed me that I didn’t have to be alone anymore. They seeked me out.”

“I miss him so much,” the spark cries, squeezing Isaac tighter. He never imagined having to live in a world without his dad. At least not for a very long time. Stiles hurts.

The wolf kisses the top of his head, “I know man, I know. But you’re not alone. You have a pack- a family- if you’ll accept us. For now,” Isaac settles, rumbling softly in his chest, “try and get some sleep. I’m right here.”

“Thanks, Is,” Stiles yawns, the gentle vibrations from the wolf’s growl calming his mind and heart.

---

Chapter 2: coming soon!

[emsprovisions]

gus!!

Send me a character

character: GUS GUS GUSSSS!!!! I love him so so so so much he is my PRECIOUS

ship with: Matt hehehehe <3

brotp: Hunter, Willow, Vee, and Luz

general opinions: Where do I begin? Gus is perfect (end of essay 😂). I will admit he wasn't my favorite character from the show until about last October, after TTT aired, but he definitely is now. He's just so damn cool. Like, you have this 12/13 year old hanging out with people 1-3 years older than him and he not only holds his own but he's the coolest fucking 13 year old I've ever seen. He's so so smart and powerful, he's mature, and he is way way more than just the comic relief or whatever stale takes I've seen about Gus online. There's nothing wrong with being funny, and there's nothing wrong with using humor to cope with trauma. He's still a young kid going through puberty, and being stuck in the human realm (when it's been his dream to see the human realm) hits him the hardest out of everyone. But people take that scene and really infantilize him over it. He's a single child with a single dad, which makes him a lot like Luz in a way (and I bet they have some shared traumas they can absolutely bond over with losing a parent), but just because he's dependent on his dad and missing him does not make him a small, weak child. He's a kid, yeah, but he's a damn tough kid, and if you're sad, you can bet your ass he will be the first one to try and make you smile. If WAD doesn't have a gus-centric focus y'all will see me on the news! also only Gus would be able to train matty let's be real here LMAO but I love Gus so much and I think he's very relatable to us former-gifted kids, who always felt pressure to surpass everyone's expectations of our skills in school. He has an incredible support system in place with Willow and Hunter, I love their dynamic so much, he really deserves friends like them and Matt!! Because, while yes I do ship Gus with Matt, I hc that they build up such a strong and solid friendship first, which is how any great relationship should be :) Anyways yeah, Augustus Porter is awesome <3

blog rate: 100000/10

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park -- season four (part 4)

LORD THIS IS SO LONG SD GSDBGKSBKJ

EPISODE 11:

AYO WHAT IS THIS BEEEEAAAT BRO?!?!?!?!?!?!?

THIS INTRO IS SO GOOD I AM SHAKING ASS

12/10 INTRO CARD SLAYED THE HOUSE DOWN BOOTS HOUSTON I'M D E C E A S E D

they are now 4th graders !!! they abt to be 9 years old !!!

wendy and BEBE MY KIDS IN FRAME I LOVE IT

stan be for real Y'ALL AIN'T ABT TO SHOW ASS TO THE NEW TEACHER

BUTTERS JKDNSGJNJKDSNGKJNDFK HE'S UNHINGED UR HONOUR

I am looking respectfully. this lady's breasts are ENORMOUS

MS. CHOKES ON DICK ARE U CEREAL SDJFBJISDBGK

stan, baby, we gotta work on ur jokes.

THE WAY IT WAS ONLY CARTMAN DSAHFBJDSBG GET BONED

TWEEK IS ME FR

cartman in his elvis era

NO NOT CLYDE CRYING JSDFBGKJSDBKJHBKSD MY FUCKING BABY DON'T CRY MI AMOR

clyde and wendy giving butters the bombastic side eye

these boys abt to use timmy as time travel bait NOT COOL

Mr garrison?!?!?!? where art thou

wendy sussing out the specifics iktr

damn. timmy went flying.

nah not y'all doing timmy dirty...

WHAT THE FUCK LADY DON'T GRIND YASELF ON TIMMY HE DID NOTHING

20 MINS UNTIL TIMMY IS BLOWN UP. I HOPE WE NEVER GET THERE

Mr garrison backstory damn

of course they gonna put kenny w the exploding chair I mean how else this man gonna die huh

OMG EW U ARE SICK FOR THIS DEATH

TIMMY SAYING PLS HELP???? HIS FIRST WORDS

OH FUCK THERE HE GO INTO SPACE

NO NOT THE PREHISTORIC TIMES

MR GARRISON AS A MONK FOR MISS CHOKSONDIK

garrison pls just come out as gay PLEASE THIS PONDERING IS SO BORINGGGG

THANK YOU LORD

all the FACULTY BEING SUPPORTIVE OF GARRISON AS THEY

F U C K I N G SHOULD

I take it back, y'all freaks

EPISODE 12:

ITS BEEN A COUPLE WEEKS BUT IM BACK AND THIS INTRO STILL BUSTS DOWN HOLY

IKE IN A BUSINESS SUIT ?!?! clean af boi

FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN !!!

NOT KYLE AND CARTMAN HAVING THE SAME THING

cartman always 1 uppin Kyle LMAO

who the fuck is this man.

BILL COSBY ?!,!

KYLE GET HIM

Stan being the voice of reason so real

NOT THE KIDS BULLYING IKE BOOO

Mr.Garrison bro these kids understand jack shit

KYLE BEING SMART he’s that straight A kid wbk

Kyle and Ike geniuses

CARTMAN RELAX LANDISMXKMAKD

STOP IKE IS QUAKING

BILL COSBY STEALING THE TRAPPER KEEPER LMAO

FLORA 💘 A BABY GIRL

KINDERGARTENERS RIOTING

Cartman UNHINGED

OH HE A ROBOT ?!?!,

so basically Eric destroys the future alright

FLORA DECIDED !! IKE SLAY

LMAOOOO THE RECOUNT

the kiddos are FERAL

KYLE AND CARTMAN FIGHTING FOR NO REASON

everyone okay with killing cartman

“KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE FAT BOY” Stan spitting facts

DAMN THEY GETTING THE BIG GUNS IN

OH FUCK THAT THING IS SCARY

liane my beloved

LIANE OH MY GOD SHE GETTIN ROBOT DICK

OH FUCK CARTMAN OH NO

NOT KENNY

JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD

liane still getting it tho LMAO

OH god KYLE it’s gross in THERE

NO KYLE MY KING SAVE HIM

MR GARRISON POPPED AWF AS HE SHOULD 💅🏻

this cartman monstrosity makes me physically sick

IKE WINS LIKE THE KING HE IS

cartman this is so gross

Stan forcing cartman to thank Kyle and doesn’t HAHAH

EPISODE 13

AAAAAA STENDYLEEEEE

Wendy looks SO CUTE JEICKSKXKDKXKC SHE IS THE GHURL

Stan and his fake beard WERK

KYLE MY SON

I’ve been famished of stendy/STENDYLE content pls excuse me

STENDY HAS A DAUGHTER OH MY GOOOOODDDDD

Timmy LOL

BEBE MY GIRL LETS GOOOOOO

BUTTER SPRINTING

CLYDE AND TOLKIEN OH MY GOD SO CUTE

the kids are so cute I can’t

Wendy speaking boosts my serotonin

GOBBLES :)))))

Timmy protecting gobbles is so sweet

OH FUCK TIMMY SAID JUMP THRU THE RING OF FIRE

AWWW GOBBLES SLEEPING W TIMMY IM CRYING SO WHOLESOME

Clyde slayed

THE KIDS ARE SO CUTE DANCING

kybe crumbs they beside each other

TURKSLAY

BEBE MAIN SLAYER

OH FUCK KENNY

Gobbles sacrificed Kenny for himself not slay

this man manipulating Timmy NOT COOL

cartmans brain is so whack

EW SOME OF THESE VISUALS ARE SO DISTURBING I can’t

NO TIMMY IM SORRY MY LOVE 😭😭😭

NOT HEIDI’S DOG :((((

ALL THE DADS SETTING UP CAMERAS LIKE DADS DO IS SO CUTE AND VERY WHOLESOME 😭 very slay of them

I SEE WENDY AND TOLIKEN CHITTY CHATTIN IN THE BACK 👀 SPARKS ?!?!

DONT KILL GOBBLES

OKAY PRODUCTION !!!!

OH DAMN THEY KILLED SO MANY TURKEYS

STENDY MOMENT STENDY MOMENT I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

singing for their fake baby IM DEAD

I have BIG FEELINGS FOR MY KIDS

STAN AND WENDY YELLING AT THE PLASTIC BABY WHY ARE THEY SO UNHINGED I LOVE THEM

them faking their deaths to end the act is so REAL. no one is doing it like my kids ON GOD

NO HE SHOT TIMMY

IM SO UPSET

WATER HELEN

I know WENDY HITTING THAT HIGH NOTE I JUST KNOW

OH FUCK THEY KILLED THAT TURKEY ON THE SPOT

gobbles !!!!

butters. Oh my god

Okay another part bc I fear the character limit

[pandamoniumvibes-27]

I noticed your call for hc ideas, so I’ll throw one your way!

Ei x a reader who was born mortal during the Archon War, but somehow became immortal? Maybe something about the reader being there for her after Khaenri’ah?

I’m in love with this idea. I actually have a private idea of mine that is slightly related to the characters becoming immortal maybe I’ll share it at a later date!

Request are still open but the Golden Archipelago event is making me feel a bit inspired for possible Mona content!

Miko’s age is around 500 I think but I added a couple of years so she would be before khaenri’ah

Sorry this has been in my drafts for like at least a month maybe more. This is only part 1 I explain the reading at the end of the story.

Have fun reading!!!

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You had heard about the Archons fighting

Your family was careful to pick a god named Makoto to go under for safety

You had never seen her fight or even knew what she looked liked

You lived most of your life the war but a minor thought in your head

It wasn’t till the age of 12 when you heard someone yelling at something in the trees that you even bothered to find out more of the archons…

“Miko your being a real bitch!”

You were quite taken aback by the language that was reserved for adults, this girl… She sounded like a child

A girl with purple hair and eyes was looking up at a very proud pink fox

You never saw a fox before but the expression on its face made it look like it was smirking

‘Could foxes even smirk?!’

The fox was on a branch of the tree which was barely holding her up

But the fox seemed calm as ever looking like cat who caught a mouse

“Do you need help getting your fox? I can get one of the elders from the village to help.”

The fox and the girl turned to look at you.

“That won’t be needed. Miko is just doing this to get me worked up. Giving her more attention will only encourage her.”

“You know, your not supposed to use curse words.”

“I’m older than I look.”

“I call bull.”

“Bull?”

“It means I think what your saying is fake.”

“I have no reason not to tell the truth”

“Yeah you do! You don’t want to get in trouble! But don’t worry I won’t say a word!”

The girl blinked a bit and waited for a prolonged second.

“Good.”

“So how do we get your cat down?”

“Miko isn’t a cat she’s a Kitsune.”

“Im going to call her a cat until she stops acting like a cat.”

The fox jumped down from the tree at that moment turning into a girl about 5 years old pink ears and tail she looked at you with a frown

‘Could foxes even frown?’

She walked over to the purple haired girl and grabbed her chest

“Give me the sword.”

‘THE FUCK’

Nothing happened thank the archons but you invited the two to your home for some snacks

They were hesitant but agreed after seeing you silently beg for around 10 minutes.

The fact they enjoyed spending time with you surprised them even more.

You gave them some fruit and water but you spent most of the time talking and playing with the few mortal games you had.

“Would you like to play cards?”

“Cards?”

“I know a few. But If you don’t like that I have a board game me a the kids in the village made. It’s a game where you have to collect 7 gems that are represented with chest pieces. But there are obstacles to try and stop you that you need to over come by setting up the correct strategy.”

“I’m very smart I’m sure I would win.”

“Like I would lose to a cat!”

You guys had a lot of fun playing.

You and ei teamed up to steal the orange chess piece and the turquoise chess piece.

But Miko ended stealing the purple chess piece without you noticing and ended up tricking one of you and Ei’s most helpful pawns

But it soon came to sun down and they had to go back home before the monsters came out.

“I did not expect Miko to kill the fire moth.”

“Fire moth?”

“Yeah that’s our code name for the pawn you killed.”

“The one that had fire and ice powers?”

“Yeah but her real name was Rose”

“You guys certainly had fun brainstorming you little team.”

“Yeah it was fun. But you were so cool with that manoeuvre you did to get the purple chess piece.”

“Yes stealing our pawn to use for your scheme was a good idea Miko.”

“I think we named that pawn scarlet scara for short.”

You said goodbye and asked them to visit you when they could

You watched them head back into the woods and you went to bed very happy that day

You had so much fun.

Ei visited you first.

She came in the morning waking you up basket in hand.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s not to far you’ll see soon.”

The two of you walked to a mountain. There Ei took the basket she was carrying and took out snacks.

“I thought it would only be right for me to repay you by sharing some of my snacks I have at home.”

“This is your home?”

Ei got a laugh out of that.

“This is better than home. It’s calm. Near my home there is always fighting.”

“Like parent issues?”

“No… I don’t know why but I feel inclined to tell you this. Maybe you have put something in the food.”

“Everything was picked from trees!”

“Haha!! You are different than most humans. I myself am not human though. I’m a god who is supposed to protect humans. But us Gods are fighting and there is little times of peace. Somehow I seem to forget all of when I’m with you.”

“Ei I want to know you. I want to be friends with you really badly… Meet me at my house next week and I can show you a place near the village.”

“I suppose the others will not notice if I’m not gone for too long.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

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End of part 1

A/N: this has taken me forever and it has been hard because school just started up again for me. Also I got carried away with what was supposed to be head cannons so I’m splitting it in two. The second part will tackle more Archon war stuff but I felt like I needed to have them develop a relationship. I will try to get part 2 done in a timely manor but please be patient.

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Part 2 is up!!! You can see it on the masterlist!

[reimagine7]

Hot Lifeguard (Emily Sonnett x reader)

My first story. Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Opened for  suggestions.

It was just another day at work. Days like this were one of my favorites. Just a few people at the beach and less people in the water, that is almost the perfect scenario for a lifeguard. Because normally that means no incidents. My shift was almost over, just one more hour and I could go home to prepare for dinner tonight with my girlfriend.

Right now I am sitting at the cabbing along with Josh, my partner for the day.

“No fucking way” I heard Josh yell while loking at something through the glass.

“What? What did you see?” I asked “You’re not going to believe who just arrived at the beach” “Well, if you give me the binoculars I could see by myself.” “There is no need to. Look at the group over there.” He said pointing to a place in the sand “Okay, I’m looking but I’m not getting it.”

Just as I said that I saw a blond girl running a few meters at the sand and trying to do a cartwheel on the sand and failing miserably, ending with her butt at the sand. Yep, now I know of who Josh is talking about.

“Girl, that is the US women’s soccer team, seems like the whole team is in here.” He was really excited “Josh, clean it right here…” (I rubbed my hand on my chin and he copied me) “Why?” He asked, after seeing nothing on her hand “You’re drooling.” “Oh, fuck up.” She pushes me and keeps looking at the team, it wasn’t the whole team but is probably half of the girls.

“Okay, I’m gonna say hi. Do you wanna come?” Josh asked me “You can go, someone has to stay here and actually do the work.” Josh rolled his eyes but got the walktalk. “Fine, I would tell them you say hi, I’m bringing the walktalk” “Go there looser.”

I was just watching a few surfers at the beach, when I looked to my left and saw Josh coming back with the group of girls following him. He gave me a sign for me to come down.

“So Y/n these are the players from USWNT and girls this is Y/n.” “Hi girls, I actually know you all, I’m a big fan, you’re all badasses.” “Thank you. We heard that so was you.” Ashlyn said and Alex followed. “Josh here went to say hi and told us that his coworker was a woman and a badass so we needed to come check out.” “Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you.”

“For how long have you been working here?” Ali asked. “In this part of the beach not much, but as a lifeguard, 10 years.” The girls were shocked “Oh, 10 years? Sorry to ask but how old are you?” “25” “You can be a lifeguard while you’re 15?” “Yes. I was a good swimmer and at a young age I started to learn surfing, I always loved the water. So one day I got the opportunity to be a lifeguard at a waterpark near home, since then I never stopped. And soon as I had enough experience to be a lifeguard at the beach I moved and here I am.” Tobin spoke this time. “So do you also surf?” Before I could answer, Josh interrupted us “Oh yeah, this is almost like an unofficial rule to be a lifeguard, and Y/n is like the best here. Sorry girls, but I’ll go upstairs and check the beach” “Bye Josh, it was a pleasure to meet you.” The girls said and then looked back at me.

“I’m probably not that good, but yes I can surf.” “We would love to see that, it’s a shame you’re at work.” Tobin answered. “Isn’t your shift ending?” Emily spoke this time, I looked at her and the sun was hitting her face, making her blue eyes shine, she is so beautiful. “Yeah, actually. I have probably just one more hour left.” 

“So what about you meeting us after it and we can see how good you actually are?” Ashlyn asked me with a smirk. “That is a challenge Ashlyn?” “You can bet on it.” Ali smacks Ashlyn in the back of her head. “Ashlyn, you can’t go out challenging people.” “Just a moment girls.”

I interrupted whoever was saying, as soon as I spotted something on the ocean. I climbed the ladder from the cabin and called for Josh. “Josh!” “Yeah boss!” “Look at the water, 10 o’clock. What do you see?” “There is noth… shit looks like two people. Maybe kids. Go!” I jump in the sand and get the surfboard. “Sorry girls, and it’s a bet Ash.” I ran as fast as I could toward the people, wishing this day could end as good as it started.

As I was getting closer to them I noticed that one of them was a little girl, around 5 years old and the other was a boy around 12 years old. I was going as fast as I could but it looked like it wasn't enough. As I was about to get to them, the boy pushed the girl up, and sank. Fuck! 

“Help! Lucas!” I got the girl, put her over the board and tried to find the boy but he didn’t get back up. What should I do? I looked up and saw the girl was using diving glasses. “Can you lend me this? Okay, look, you see these ropes? Hold them as strong as you can and don’t let them go. I’ll get Lucas.”

I know it look like a stupid ideia, let the girl up there by herself, but if I wait for Josh to get here the boy could be dead. So I got in the water and dived trying to find the boy. I surf back up, check with the little girl, get some breath and dive back. I was almost giving up when I felt something on my left leg and when I looked at it was him. So I get his hand and rise back. “Lucas!!” I got back on the board, laid him down and asked for the girl to sit in front of me holding the ropes. He’s unconscious, I need to get to the beach as fast as possible.

I got to the beach and Josh was already there with the equipment and said he had already called an ambulance. I barely got that, the boy was my first priority, I looked up and saw the national team girls were close. “Hey little girl, you see these women over there?” She nodded. “Stay with them, for me to take care of Lucas okay?” She didn’t want to let go of him, must be her brother. Probably noticing my expression, Emily came over and got the girl, she started to scream. But my focus was somewhere else now. The boy wasn’t breathing, so I started the compression. “Come on, come on. Spit the water. Come on Lucas, you can do it.” I must be doing it for like 1 minute, but it felt like an hour, when the boy spit the water. “Good boy. Calm down, you’re safe now.” I put him on oxigen, and the ambulance arrived just in time as he regained consciousness. “Hey boy, what’s your name?” The paramedic asked. “Lucas.” “Hi, Lucas. My name is Daniel and I’m a paramedic and I’m going to help you okay? How old are you?” “12. Where is my sister?” “Hey Lucas, it’s okay, she is over there, stay calm okay.”

I looked back at the girl and went to calm her down. “Hey little girl, how are you?” She came running for my arms. “Lucas?” She asked while crying in my arms. “He is better now, you see? He is talking with the doctors now. Where are your parents sweety?” “Don’t know.” And as it was agreed the mother shows up. “Lucas? Lucy?” “Mom!” The little girl ran to the women's arms. “Where is Lucas?” “Hi Mrs, my name is Y/N. Lucas is over there being taken care of. Do you know what happened?” “No, I told them that I was going to get some water and when I came back they weren’t there so I started to freak out and I saw the comotion here.” They start to take the boy to the ambulance. “Okay, Mrs…” “Grey” “Mrs. Grey, they are taking Lucas to the ambulance right now, they will check on him, he drowned trying to save his sister, I’m going to explain everything to you until we get to the ambulance, can you just pack your stuff? Are you alone here?” “Yes, my husband is at work. And I already packed everything, it is in here.” “Good, come on. And I would like Lucy to have a check up as well, she hasn’t drowned but she could have drunk some water. We don’t want to take risks right?” With that I went up to the ambulance with the mom and then let the paramedics do their job. I hope the kid stays good.

I went back to the post and Josh was there. “What a way to end the shift right?” “Thank god, I found the boy under water. Otherwise it would ruin the day.” “Yeah, and the super boss shows up again to save the day.” “Stop.” “Fine, now get out of here. There are some people waiting for you. Go have some fun.” I had completely forgotten about them, time to go say hi, again. 

Emily pov

We were still excited about what just happened at the beach.

“She is totally a badass, she was just talking with us and still caught the kids drowning in the water.” Tobin said. “When she left the girl alone at the board I was like ‘what is she doing?’ and then she just got the boy under water, that was amazing.” Christen said “That’s why she is the boss.” Ali complement.

“Okay, but let’s not forget how hot she is. When she ran toward the water, it was just like we were in Baywatch, and her body. God!” “Kelley!!” “What Linds, is not like you don’t agree with me you were drooling watching her doing her job.” Kelley fought back. “I was not…” Lindsey said pouting, Megan put a hand on her shoulder and said. “Sorry Linds but you totally were. But that’s fine, she is hot as fuck and I think that half of the girls here were drooling, even the “straight” ones”.  She intensifies the quotation marks.

Then Christen intervened. “She also looks like a good person, she looks smart, determined and kind. You saw her with the little girl?” “Hey, I don’t have a competition do I?” Tobin protested. “Of course not babe, but she may be good for some other girls here. And watch out cause she is coming here.”

I looked behind me and Y/N was coming over, she had changed off her uniform and was now just in her swimming suit, a backpack and a surfboard. She was more beautiful, if that was even possible and hotter.

“Hey girls, my shift is just over. So I remembered that one of you challenged me on surfing. So I want to know if she is still up to it?” Ash stood up “Oh yeah, game on bitch. Tobs, Kell are you coming?” “Of course, let’s go.” Both of them replied.

Some girls went along with them for the water, others decided to take a walk on the sand and others were just going to lay and get a tan. Before Y/N followed the girls to the water she came near me. “So, beautiful, can I put my stuff here near you?” “I think so.” “Good, you’re not coming?” “Not today.” “Okay, be right back.” She winked at me and left toward the ocean.

I sat back in the sand and just watched her get some waves with the girls, she was stunning. Of course she was winning the challenge, but who cares, everyone was just amazed by her. 

I was contemplating her beauty when Moe sat beside me and asked. “So, are you gonna spill the beans?” “There is nothing to spill. Don’t know what you are talking about?” “You sure do. If you do nothing the others will keep flirting with her and who knows what could happen.” I look at her shocked. “It’s in your eyes Sonny.” 

An hour later everyone came back from the water and we went to play some footvolley. We paired everyone up and Y/N ended up being my partner. She was amazing at that and we had a lot of fun. She was flirting with me the whole time and I was hoping the girls weren't noticing it.

We stopped playing and were getting ready to leave, when Kelley whispered in my ear. “You better do something girl, she is flirting with you the whole day, everyone noticed. If you don’t do something we will.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She just shaked her head and went toward Ash and Tobin, whispered something to them and they went to Y/N.

“So Y/n, we had a lot of fun today and we really wanted to get to know you better. Tell us a little bit more about you.” Tobin asked. “Well, you already know I’m 25 and am a lifeguard. I graduated from the University of Virginia with a degree in exercise and sports science. I give surf classes for kids and I’m also a coach for some amatour surfer athletes. And I’m a sports lover.”

“Wait, too much information. You’re a surf coach?” Ashlyn asked incredibly. “Yeah? Sorry but you were the one who made the bet.” “That explains a lot.”

Becky was the one to speak now. “You went to Virginia? That’s awesome me too, so does Moe and Sonnett, but it doesn’t have a beach there.” “Yeah, I know. I took a pause from the beach while I was studying and worked at a waterpark over there.”

“I got a question…” Oh no, Kelley shut up. “Are you single?” With that Y/N wined her eyes and blush a little, she looked at me and then back to Kelley.

“No?” “You don’t seem too sure about that.” Tobin interjected. “I mean, no, I’m not single. But we haven’t told anyone besides family yet, so…” “Wait a second, so you’re not single? Are you sure? I’m way confused right now.” “Yeah, I’m sure. She actually loves soccer, she loves you guys.”

While the rest of the girls started asking other questions for Y/n. Kelley looked at me with a ‘sorry dude’ look. I understand why she was like that, I mean Y/n was indeed flirting with me, everyone was probably confused as to why she was flirting with me if she has a girlfriend. But they were clueless and I was having a lot of fun with it, so I decided to enjoy it a little bit more and so I spoke up.

“Hey Y/N we actually have the whole day off, so we were thinking of hanging out together and going out for dinner. What do you say? Wanna come?” Y/N looked at me with a intrigued look, but agreed either way. “Yeah, I would love to.” 

“Your girlfriend would be okay with that?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah she wouldn’t mind.”

“Maybe you can call her right now and talk to her just to make sure?” I said, Y/n was really confused right now, she was trying to understand what I mean with that. I just nodded and saw a smirk appear on her face. “Yeah, that will be great.” Some girls looked at me, don’t getting what I was doing. Christen added. “And if you want to invite her, you said she was a fan, we can surprise her if you want to” “Of course, it will be fun”.

Y/n got her phone and made the call. “So who is gonna talk?” Y/N look at me and I nod toward Kelley. “O’hara you think you can do it? She would love that?” Y/n asked “Of course. What's her name again?” “Oh, you don’t need that” She looked at her phone and back at me, I gave her a reassuring look as she started to talk.

“Hi babe. So I’m at the beach now, and there are some girls here that want to say hi to you.” She put on speaker for everyone to hear. “Hi. It’s Kelley O’hara here, and you are talking with half of the national team.” Silent went over the line, the girls started looking at each other and Y/n spoke.

“She is probably in shock, can you tell her about the dinner?” “Yeah, so we just asked Y/n if she wants to come to dinner with us and we also would like to invite you, so what do you say?” I waited a moment and answered on my phone. “I would love to, but I thought that as I was the one who made the invitation I was already invited.”

Everyone looked at me and then back to Y/n, they were in shock. Y/n has that stupid smile on her face that I love so much and answered. “That’s good babe, can’t wait.” We just kept looking at each other's eyes. Oh god, I love this girl so much. When Kelley yelled. 

“Wait a minute. Why did you call Sonnett?” “Well you asked for me to call my girlfriend. So I did.” Y/n spoke with a smirk on her face “The Emily Sonnett, this girl here is your girlfriend?” “Hey, what do you mean by that? I can’t date a hot girl?” 

With that I went to Y/n side, hugged her and she gave me a peck “And you let me, no, you let us, drool over you girlfriend and didn’t say a thing?” I couldn’t get the smile out of my face. “It was funny and I didn’t know yet if she was going to be okay with that.” “That is no excuse, you should have told me, it is not like I was going to tell the world.” Kelley complained and crossed her arms on her chest. “Okay Kelley, less drama. We are happy for you Sonny.” “Thanks Chris, someone here is mature.”

“Wait, does it mean that now we have to give Y/n the shovel talk?” Tobin asked with a serious face. “No!” I protest. “Sorry Sonnett, we have to, it's the team's rules.” Ash responded. “That’s okay babe, I can take it.”

“Fine, but only if Moe gets to be there.” “What? Why? Moe can’t hurt a fly” Becky said. “Because she will make sure you don’t scare Y/n away, she will be on her side.” “Why would she do that?” “Babe you can’t ask Moe that, just because she is my friend.” “Wait, Moe knew?” Kelley said, trying to look hurt. “Way to throw me under the bus Sonny.” Moe complained.

“Of course, she helped me with the plan of asking Y/n out. We studied together, you forgot?” “Of course you were all Cavaliers. That’s it Y/n you are coming with us for dinner, there is no space for debate. We need to see if you are good for Sonnett. Let’s go everyone” With Megan orders everyone start to go back to where the vans were. I got my stuff and I was about to follow the girls, when Y/n pulled my arm.

“Hey hot stuff, I missed you.” She passed her arms over my shoulders and I hugged her waist. “Hi babe, I missed you too. Sorry about doing it without asking you first. But when the girls pulled over and I saw which beach we were at and that you were here, I started thinking about it, and then you were so hot saving the boy, and the girls liked you so much, and they saw you flirting with me, so…” I was interrupted by a kiss. Y/n ’s lips were so soft and rough at the same time. The way she pulls me closer to her and deepens the kiss, I miss her so much.

“That’s okay honey. I loved meeting your teammates.” “What do you say about us skipping dinner? I really missed your lips...” I kissed her lips. “Your neck...” I kissed her neck, and started to touch her body. “I missed all of this, your body is perfect.” She gave a large sigh and pushed me away “Even though I would love to go to our house and make out with you for the rest of the night. I'm sure the girls wouldn’t approve of it. Let’s go, as soon as we get to dinner, sooner you can get this body.” “Nooo, I’m really regretting telling the girls today.” “The good point is that now you don’t have to sneak out anymore, you can always say you are going out with your girlfriend.” “Okay, but one last thing.” I gave her a passionate kiss, until we heard the girls yelling at us from afar. “I love you Y/n.” “I love you too Em. Now let’s go.” We intercalated our hands and walked to where the girls were waiting for us. This night was amazing and now I can say to the world that the Hot Lifeguard is mine.

[transgender-daemon-faerie]

Something that never ceases to irritate me is when people associate intelligence with good grades. Not even just "oh you're smart in other ways" (that sucks too don't get me wrong.)

But I am extremely academically gifted. I have been told I'm smart since I could walk and talk at the same time (~1 1/2 years old) being told I'm smart does not impress me; it hasn't in 14 years. But being told I'm not smart? That pisses me off to no end. Because the reasoning behind it is always horseshit.

"You're not as smart as Sarah, she has better grades" shut the absolute fuck up. Sarah is smart yes. But I'm an outlier. Not just in my ability to understand, but the speed at which I do it.

When I started second grade, I read below a kindergarten level. I struggled with words like "of" "was" and "busy". I frequently misspelled relatively simple words. Every single kid in my class was two or more year's ahead of my reading level. A year later, when I started third grade at a new school, I was required to take a test to determine where my reading level was. This was to start you off on books at your level and work you up throughout the year. The test came back, and I had scored " eighth grade or above" the highest the scale went.

Over the course of one year, I went up 8 grade levels of reading comprehension. Without outside help. I didn't have a tutor. I didn't take special classes to help me. I sat down and figured it out on my own.

I started practicing basic subtraction at the age of 4. Most 4-year-olds I know today can't count to twenty, much less tell you what 12-5 is. I've been in advanced math classes since I was 11.

I'm a freak. I learn ridiculously fast and retain that knowledge over long stretches of time. The thing is, I burnt out. At 15, I was clinically depressed. I didn't have the energy to shower, much less do my geometry homework. And my grades suffered for it. (Not in geometry, I had a friend who let me copy his work) I 'average passed' no less than five classes throughout high school ( I failed the second semester, but my first-semester grade was just good enough to level it out or vice versa) No matter how smart I was, no matter how well I understood the material, if I couldn't muster the energy to do the assignment I would fail. I had average to below average grades in many core classes. But I had above average understanding.

So good grades=/= intelligence. Not even academic intelligence.

[pixiedoodlein]

Such a nice few days of delicious food and laughter that felt like pre-pandemic normalcy, only so much sweeter now after living in a vacuum for so long. A went to the city Fri to get some work materials, see his mom, retrieve one of his best friends to come visit. I had a nice quiet time (except for a few hour span of many work zooms and climbing toddler) home alone w/ the kids (school canceled for ice- I love that the snow day is definitely not dead around here). Sat AM I spoke to the director of the MFA program I went awol from 12 years ago; I reapplied and got readmitted, they’re honoring most of my old credits and I can finish most of it within a year mostly from home. We will all spend summer 2023 in Chi so I can do the workshops on-site that I can’t do remotely. She was so nice and amazing and encouraging and I am so excited to have that creative community again.

The dudes got home Sat afternoon & it was so fun to get to be a hostess again, cleaning & cooking & conversation with a very smart very hilarious friend. We ate very much and very well: elaborate salads, chocolate cake, lots of green veggies, frittatas, steaks on the grill, etc etc etc. Sunday A took him to see a cool project he landed, it’s something super historic and excellent for his portfolio, with a very tight timeline (the next month will be hectic, but immediate $; these quick, intense projects work much better for our current schedule/ lack of childcare than him having a FT job). We stayed up late with friend every night laughing and telling stories then A and I stayed up way, way late every night after friend went to bed, talking about my writing ideas, problem-solving his work puzzles, brainstorming the micro & macro of our house plans and projects (there are many to do over the next few years: expanding the living room, putting in gray water system/ garden room off our bedroom, building out the kids’ bathroom and a green roof, digging into a hill for a garage). We are very sleep deprived but as a couple we need those expansive expanses of time to talk and hang out a few times a week or we start to get at each other’s throats.

Friend slept in little guy’s room and my kids both camped out in the living room, they were so cute snuggled up tigether on the pull-out couch with the cat and dog. A and I took turns sleeping in; Sunday I slept til 11, I never sleep til 11! Monday the guys spent all day outside tromping around our forest and then today we all hightailed it out of country wonderland after brekky to bring friend to the airport in the city an hour away (not to be confused with The City, NYC. I thought it was odd that friend was flying to NYC instead of driving but flight was very quick and only slightly more $ than a tank of gas). Then we went to Carmax to sell A’s car and I was shocked that the price they gave was the price they’d quoted online. It’s a fancy make but 100k miles, some big dings (not even dings actually and not even dents- the car is legit fucked up), and a can of white paint once spilled in the trunk, and there’s something wonky with the suspension and the brakes; I was not counting on getting this much for it and it’s a very happy surprise to be able to replenish our savings account & pay off a big chunk of credit cards. We can’t share my Subaru forever & will need to get him another car, but we can share for a while, while he waits for a decent old cheap truck to pop up in a cornfield (one of the probs with fancy car was it’s computer controlled so he couldn't work on it himself, frequent very costly trips to the dealership for big & small repairs, but something older / simpler he can have fun rebuilding/ fixing up).

Then we went to the children’s museum which was SO crowded (for around here) but it was still fun, would’ve been stressful though if we didn’t have a 1:1 ratio. The kids/ all of us were so happy to be out in the world engaging with new things/ people, something we used to totally take for granted. Every time we spend time with people aside from the people in our family little guy makes speech leaps and today he was melting my soul zooming around with the “packpack” he brought full of cars, it was so fucking cute and we really need to get him out into the world more the way I did with M when she was a toddler. Many people were maskless at the museum and he took his off after a few min and I just tried not to panic aka not to think too much about it and to just let him have fun. We joined this museum when we moved here and though this was only our 2nd time going it’s one of those things we’re membership pays for itself if you go more than once so we didn’t feel pressure to stay for eons, we did it for 2 hours and when it got annoying to carry coats & tantrums started we left. A says he wants to bring little guy back on a quiet weekday when M/ all the other big kids in the area aren’t on vacation next week. Oh! And little guy used his first public restroom with a scary automatic flusher today! He consistently pees & poops in toilet at home & at A’s parents’ house when we go to the city for a weekend, but if he goes out diaper-less near our house we are either just walking around our woods or the neighbors’ and he drops trou outside, or on the occasional diaper-less trip to the supermarket he pees in the parking lot before we go inside (I’ve really embraced the whole IDGAF rural lifestyle). Today we had him in a diaper but when I took M to pee at the museum he said he had to and he did! I swear cloth diapers have been the key to his uncharacteristically drama-free success in this area. Then we picked up over-priced but very good sushi, (sushi is not something we can get near home), drove back to the county in the rain, and picked up Rusty from daycare. I figured better to spend the $25 and have him playing with other pups today vs tearing apart the house I just cleaned. He’s generally a good dog now (A still has not fenced the yard but it doesn’t matter anymore because Rusty will run off and play in the woods right around the house but doesn’t bolt too far to hear us or go down the road) & much better than he was in the heyday of hellion puppy era of a few months ago, but he still is a paper shredder, a wood eater, and goes nuts pulling dishes out of the sink and chewing them up if we dare leave him home alone with dishes in the sink. And then we watched movies and kids stayed up too late again and camped out on the couch again. I am so fucking glad I took today & tomorrow off work. Have an epic to do list tomorrow but it’s all fun stuff or at least fun-ish. Our family friends w/ 2 kids are coming to visit in April and I’m so looking forward to having guests around again!

[wack-ashimself]

Hey! Even more tales of living in low income housing...

Forewarning, this is the 2nd worst thing to ever happen here. Ok, maybe 3rd. I'll give a recap at the end of the list!

Was going to walk to the store. While getting dressed, without the noise of my tv, I hear screaming. Loud, endless, 'I will lose my voice' screaming. You can't fake these screams. Look out my window, and there's a lady flipping out. Just losing her shit, surrounding a car, with a group of people. I walk to the store, and come back to cops, fire department, and an ambulance. I see them quite regularly, but RARELY all 3. NOT a good sign.

Anyways, cuz gossip is all we have since we don't got money here, I knew just walking to the building I would get the gut of the story. I did...

They found the body of a guy (I believe from this building) that has been missing since thursday last week in the BACKSEAT of (I assume again) his own car. Laid down kinda.

Too many variables to think it was natural causes IMO.

SO let's recap! Top 5 worst things that I have been exposed to in low income housing (so far!).

5-The extreme racism, sexism, and then meeting a...12 year old gang member who sold drugs, and 100% had connections to people that would will kill you if crossed them.

4-(I was not here for this): Lady jumped out her window, with her oxygen tank, to kill herself...in front of someone's b-day party, from the 3-4th story.

3-The above story I just told. And I am sure it's not done yet.

2-Mr Hazmat. Basically, alcoholic slowly drank himself to death and upon finding his body, they had to call hazmat cuz there was shit covering EVERYTHING in EVERY ROOM. Basically cleaned and stripped the apartment BARE.

1-This is how bad my #1 is. I forgot it...until today when I heard that lady screaming...A guy a knew, 7 years younger than me. Nice guy. Smart. Emotionally crippled. Did lots of drugs. The last time he did a really hard one, knocked himself out while standing from them, and passed out SMASHING his skull on his table. His druggie friends panicked, ran, another guy in the building found him and then...

right where I am sitting now...

I believe I had my window open. First floor corner. I see/hear all practically. So...I got to hear his girlfriend being told he's dead, and her subsequent scream. That scream I will never forget. And when ANYONE screams that way, it's always the same undertone 'someone or something was taken from me unjustly early.' It....you can't unhear it. Once you hear it once, you'll know it every time. And that's why I forgot it...until today. I KNEW THE KID! He had my fucking real life name! ...and I forgot cuz his girlfriend's scream shook me to the core of...life. Love. Pain. Passing. I couldn't even begin to imagine the horrors of war...

SO YEAH! Great times....

(and it's not poor people's fault. When you're poor, have nothing to do, and world has fucked you bad, you lash out. Either at yourself, others, or society as a whole. I just don't understand why all poor people do not realize it's all rich people's fault, and just fucking eat the rich already. THE RICH ARE TO BLAME FOR EVERY MAJOR WORLD ISSUE.)

[junkworldusa]

belated book asks, thank you for indulging me!

1- What book are you currently reading? bros karamazov, 2/3s through atm.

i hate that i’m thinking about pathologic (video game) the entire time but i can't help it. the way characters are constantly bursting into people's houses & going "you’re an angel, you're the best person i've ever met, you're a saint" to someone they just met 5 minutes ago is so. distinct. i joked on twitter that the first half of the book is just alyosha running around completing sidequests, which i still think is true, but once i got to the grand inquisitor part i was like "Okay mr dostoevsky, you’ve got me."

2- What book did you recently finish? "selections from science & sanity" by alfred korzybski, recently featured in the gumby quotes. a while back i listened to a 6 hour long interview with robert anton wilson where he talks about korzybski & general semantics so i gave it a shot. it's an abridged version of a 900 page book & i definitely plan on reading the full work at some point, it's wild. if you’re interested in language, consciousness, the gap between words & meaning, and/or hacking your brain i would recommend it. he repeats himself a lot but that's a side effect of his pedagogy, the goal of which is the eventual re-wiring of your entire nervous system in order to achieve a more rational worldview/healthier reactions to things. (so repetition via words/sounds/actions is necessary 2 engage the organism-as-a-whole.) the most important takeaway for me is that everything & everyone you interact with is a completely unique object, and this necessarily extends to temporality-- Bob in 1999 is NOT the same person as Bob in 2010, and treating them as though they were is a harmful mistake. interestingly enough, im taking a class with J.F. martel (weird studies podcast, author of "reclaiming art in the age of artifice") & last night he said what amounts to exactly the same thing, except he was arguing for like, a soft animism (i-thou vs. i- it) & korzybski was arguing for a more "rational" & secular world. so fascinating.

3- What’s a book that’s been on your to-read list for a long time? ulysses. i know. i know. i have a copy but keep bouncing off of it. idk why, i liked portrait of the artist as a young man. i think i’m worried i’ll turn into this person:

4- What’s the next book you’re hoping to read? i just got "speech play: research & resources for the study of linguistic creativity" in the mail so probably that. i'm on a childlore kick rn & this is like... horizontally related 5- Is there a book you own, but aren’t planning on reading?

around 2 years ago i was walking home after a show high on E & i ran into a guy i had met at work a couple times. went over to his apartment because MDMA is like, "everything is SO meaningful and SO much fun." i barely remember our conversation but he ended up being like "you would like this book, here take it, i have 3 copies." so i now own a copy of "the eater of darkness" by robert m coates. i still haven't read it. the moral of this story is [???]

6- What was your favorite series as a kid? Would you still read it now? so many of you asked this question :P

THE TRUTH: i was obsessed with lotr from age 8 to 13 with a level of dedication that i've never known since. yes, i would still read it now. i reread the silmarillion last year & it was naturally a way more rewarding experience than when i was a kid! 8- Fantasy or sci-fi? i like & have read a lot of older sf/f (le guin asimov pkd etc etc) but im not actively into either nowadays. i read whatever reaches me from the queer sf/f twitter pipeline (like whatever's on wizards vs lesbians) but otherwise dont pay much attention. so the answer is "idk!!!”

12- Have you ever read a celebrity memoir? If so, whose was it? the only memoir i've read in recent years has been "memories, dreams, reflections" so if jung counts as a celebrity, there you go 14- Fiction or non-fiction? non-fiction in both quantity of books owned & what i prefer reading. i almost view them as 2 separate activities bc the motivation for & experience of reading them are so wildly different 15- Favorite fiction genre? i know i said im not "actively into" sci fi but 16- Favorite non-fiction genre? "philosophy" i guess. i also really love any phenomenological/experience-based studies of paranormal stuff, like "the terror that comes in the night" by david hufford or anything by jacques vallée. basically books that both a) take strange experiences seriously & b) examine/catalogue them scientifically (to whatever degree). 

22- How do you organize your books? “poorly” 26- What’s your favorite book? fav non-fiction book: “time loops” by eric wargo. what if freud's career-making "irma dream" was a premonitory dream about the oral cancer that would severely impede his quality of life in his old age? (fantastic blog entry by the author, serves as a kind of intro to this topic: http://thenightshirt.com/?p=4326 )

when i read “time loops” it felt like everything i had ever read (& will ever read future tense) was for the sole purpose of understanding it. “time loops” picks up where J.W. dunne's 1927 "an experiment with time" left off. i won't say too much more about it but everyone should read it. it's so smart & engaging & will totally blow your miiiind, maaaan speaking of "an experiment with time," in 1964 a guy named vladimir nabokov began an experiment of his own following the directions dunne laid out in his book. dunne encouraged readers to write down their dreams in order to test the theory that a later event could generate an earlier dream.

nabokov’s experiment with dreams & time strongly influenced “ada or ardor: a family chronicle” which happens to be my favorite novel. i first read it when i was 18, and i've reread it 3 times since then (with the help of ada online, my beloved http://www.ada.auckland.ac.nz/ ) i would not recommend this book to anyone who doesn’t already like nabokov & know what he’s about. it’s fucked up & self indulgent & i love it so much

30- What character do you connect with the most? when jung said he was bad at math? i felt that

[slytherinsnekxvii]

let's talk about severus snape. he's one of the most controversial characters the internet has to offer, with several blogs, channels and pages dedicated specifically to hating him, despite him having one of the most—if not the most—intriguing character arcs the series has to offer. so, as a result of me coming across far too many of said blogs, channels or pages, here's an extremely detailed explanation of why i like him and think he's easily one of my favourite characters :)

1. he's not that bad of a teacher.

just so you know, i'm a teenage girl fresh out of high school. so, my experience with teachers? still keeps me up at night :)

my family is pretty strict about religion. you can guess what that means. anything that was magic-adjacent, especially something that, god forbid, had an entire school dedicated to witchcraft and wizardry was a hard no if i wanted to have any sort of freedom over the media i paid attention to, and any opportunity to go about my life without being monitored to make sure i wasn't suddenly possessed or something. thanks to this, i ended up secretly reading the philosopher's stone in my last year of primary school. i would've been 11 at the time, just about to turn 12, so a little bit older than harry and co. going on what i'd heard from those who had already read the series, i went in expecting to absolutely despise this man. i went in expecting to read a demon. i finished the book and came out thinking... that really wasn't that bad.

my mom found out, so i didn't get to read the rest of the series until i ended up on the executive committee for my school's book club and my friends were appalled that i'd only read the first book. at this point, i'm still expecting him to get worse and... he just doesn't. when i was in primary school, i had multiple teachers break wooden meter-long rulers across my classmates' backs. the first time it happened, i was in infant year 2 (about 6/7 years old). i had teachers who would insult us, based on anything from hygiene to behaviour to intelligence if you looked at them wrong. my sister (who was three years ahead of me) had a teacher who kept her in hours after school was over because the teacher had a written a note in her workbook upside down, and when my sister corrected her, the teacher made her rewrite it, turning the book each time the note was written so it would never be done the correct way.

in secondary school, i had teachers who would actively humiliate us in front of the class if we didn't do as well as they wanted. i had teachers who would throw markers and whiteboard erasers at us if we did something they didn't like during class. i had a teacher who looked for a friend of mine who was petrified of attention and then mercilessly picked on her until she went to the bathrooms to cry. these are the kinds of teachers that i was used to. so, when i read harry potter and read snape, who would have probably been one of the nicer teachers i met in my lifetime, i thought to myself, he's really not that bad. he's just... strict.

antis claim that he traumatised every kid that ever went through his class, that he straight up abused them and... no. he didn't. all of them are comfortable talking back, they talk during his class, no one trembles when he walks past, except for neville, who usually bore the brunt of snape's anger because he was consistently messing up in a potentially lethal class.

after school, i hated the thought of formal education, so now i'm working until i feel ready to do university. coincidentally, one of my jobs is teaching maths and english to kids writing the end of primary and secondary school exams. given the sheer amount of annoyance i feel sometimes, i actually respect him for not being more harsh with them, especially when they're all running off into danger or exploding cauldrons.

he really isn't that bad of a teacher, and we know this, since his classes' owl results are said to be consistently good.

plus, he was written in the 90's when all this was okay behaviour for teachers. hell, compared to some of the teachers in text, given that he goes out of his way to make sure the students are always protected, he's a lot better than most people give him credit for.

2. i relate to him.

come on, the man grew up to be a dramatic, queer-coded, petty bitch who wears all black all the time and likely has at least one mental disorder. i'm a petty, emo bisexual with (actually diagnosed, don't worry) depression and anxiety and I'm in a theatre group. what did you really expect from me?

on a serious note, both of the schools i went to were considered "prestigious". i got into my primary school because of a teacher's recommendation (she was a family friend). the second school i got into was because i scored ridiculously high on the placement test that would determine which school i went to. in primary school, i was the poor, really awkward, really smart kid who got left out of everything, and my best friend was the only kid who was worse off than me.

in secondary school, i was just as smart as everyone else... but i was still poorer, and still more awkward and still got left out of everything.

i got that isolated feeling, that feeling of not being good enough, that feeling where life always seems to have it out for you and that's even though i still got dealt a better hand than snape ever did. so, i get it. i'm never ever going to have it as bad as he did, but i acknowledge what he went through and i sympathise, because i have a chance, but it only ever got worse for him.

3. i genuinely enjoy his character.

this dude went through absolute hell for basically his entire life. the best years he had were probably when he was neck-deep in the group of people who hated witches and wizards like him, but somehow managed to treat him better than the good guys.

all of that, and he still manages to be one of the most entertaining motherfuckers in the whole series, with one of the most interesting character arcs ever. it's the witty lines, the sheer dynamic of his character, the change from the twitchy, hypervigilant kid from the slums to the adult that managed to spy on the Dark Lord himself and save the wizarding world in the process, while still being a hot mess of a person. it's the managing to get shit done while everybody hated him and everything was going to hell. it's the everything, and i haven't even talked about how badass he is.

come on, potions prodigy turned master, exemplary duellist (cough, cough, winning 4-on-1 vs McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Slughorn, and leaving a scratch on nobody, while managing to not take a single hit himself, cough, cough), spellcrafter, spy and one of the only wizards to ever figure out unaided flight. dark arts master, proficient at healing (dumbledore would've been dead a lot sooner, if it weren't for him, most likely). he's one of the most powerful wizards of his time. i've said that any universe where he's actually a bad guy—or just legitimately loyal to the death eaters—is a universe where voldemort wins and this is why. if he was motivated by literally anything other than lily, the wizarding world was more than likely fucked.

the point is, i just think he's neat.

4. spite.

every time i appreciate snape, a snater feels like someone is walking over their grave. every time i appreciate snape, a snater turns blue out of sheer rage. every time i appreciate snape, a snater loses their mind looking for their non-existent reading comprehension.

the spite in my veins is tempered only by the broth of instant ramen and ungodly amounts of sugar, and i'm going to use them all in my mission to cause antis pain when they refuse to acknowledge their lack of critical thinking and analysis skills.

so, yeah. why do i actually like snape?

tl;dr: he's not that bad. for a teacher written in the 90's and compared to teachers i've had within the decade, the guy's just strict. sure, he's a dick (who i personally think is hilarious), but he always makes sure the students are safe and he didn't leave any lasting effect on any of the students. he's really not that bad of a teacher. and hell, he's not even that bad of a person. i fully admit that he was an asshole and i entirely believe he was prone to self-destructive behaviour, but he still tried to atone for his mistakes and he did, is the thing, even though the odds were stacked more or less completely against him. i like him because he entertains me, and because i relate to him, as a teen who went through some shit and probably would have joined up with some bad people if it weren't for my friends and family, and as a teacher who really can't stand my students sometimes. i also like him because it irritates people who don't like him :)

also, istg if any of you respond to this with "bUt hE was ObseSsED with LiLY and just WAnTEd to FUCK hEr," i'm crawling into your bedroom window with the most unrealistic, mangled interpretations of your favourite characters and making sure they haunt you in your dreams. meet me in the fuckin' pit, babe. reread the series, actually think about it and come with receipts that aren't Voldemort, because i don't think you want to have the same opinion as the character who canonically doesn't understand love, now, do you, sweetheart? when you do that, then, and only then, will i consider entertaining your bullshit :)

that's about it from me, thanks for reading!

[darth-does-stuff]

triggers: cursing, assholes, helicopter parents, mentions of being a ‘gifted kid’, losing someone mention/implication, dying mention/implication, public being stressful, tell me if i need to add anything please!!

“Hey, Pat, why do you act so differently when doing the superhero gig?” Virgil asked casually, hanging upside down off the couch. His eyes widened as he realized what he said and quickly added, “Only if you wanna answer, of course.” He coughed awkwardly, staring resolutely up at the ceiling.

Patton snorted softly, leaning back in the armchair. “‘S alright, Vee. I’m fine with answering,” he moved around slightly as he tried to get comfortable before sighing. “The reason I act so bubbly and cheerful when in the costume is, 1, because of the fucking mayor. Dude’s a prick who believes that if you aren’t happy, you can’t possibly be a superhero. If you don’t act happy, let the mask slip for even a second, he threatens to boot you from the city and reveal your identity, the asshole,” he rolled his eyes, muttering some colorful things under his breath. 

“Anyways, besides the insolent mayor, the public just expects us to act like that. For Roman, it isn’t as much of a problem, considering he’s sort of just naturally like that. But even for him, it gets straining and tiring after a while. The public pushes that expectation of being bright and peppy and charming to a whole new, unobtainable, and frankly unhealthy level,” Patton explained, leaning his head against his fist. “But yeah, I guess. Hope that explains it.”

 The two vigilantes sat there as they pondered that for a moment before Virgil spoke up softly, but with no less feeling in his voice, “Why do the corrupt people always have to be the ones that have power?”

Logan snorted contemptuously, “Normal people don’t need that power. They’re usually content with their lot in life, at least the ones that aren’t too affected by dumbass decisions. But corrupt people? If they get even the slightest taste of power, hell, they don’t even need to have gotten that, they’ll claw their way to the top, to those positions of power. Because they’re determined enough to make it there, because they won’t let anyone get in their way. And we’re the ones that have to deal with the collateral damage from them and their decisions.” 

“It’s such a shame,” Roman said quietly, picking fuzz off the carpet. “People might have actual happy lives if it weren’t for these—these monsters,” his fist clenched, the knuckles going white as he experienced a wave of strong emotions.

Patton gave a mirthless laugh, “That’s offensive to monsters. The fuckers are so much worse.” 

Logan stared directly at the ground, already knowing what question was going to come next. His phone was blowing up, going through different games apps and games as his powers went slightly haywire. He took a deep breath just as the question came.

“Hey, Logan…if you don’t mind me asking…why do you also act so different in the mask? I mean, you’re much more…” Roman struggled to find the correct word, “humorous when you’re not in the costume. I’m just kinda wondering if it’s for sort of similar reasons as Pat’s?” 

Logan let out a deep sigh, staring at the ground for a moment before looking up, leaning back up against the wall. “I don’t mind. It’s kind of complicated I guess. There’s just a lot of layers to it,” he said quietly, his phone finally turning off. “As a kid, my mom and dad were essentially helicopter parents. I was their first kid and they were so worried they’d mess up somehow. They didn’t let me play with the other kids that much, didn’t let me put up posters in my room or decorate it, made me focus on my studies and school.

At around 12, they finally relaxed. I had a 4 year old brother by then and my baby sister had been born a month ago. I was free to do so much more suddenly. But…I didn’t. Because I was scared. I stuck to what I knew, my studies and my books. I was pegged as ‘the gifted kid’. And, y’know what? I could live with that. I could deal with being whispered about, ‘Oh, he’s that smart kid right?’ ‘Yeah, it’s kinda freaky how he knows so much,’” he mimicked the students' whispering voices. 

“Just as long as I was taken seriously, as long as I wasn’t a joke, I could live with it. But during…I think it was around either  senior year in high school or freshman year in college, I realized that I…didn’t want that. I wanted to joke around, I wanted to relax, I wanted to unwind, I wanted to finally be myself. But there was always that part of me that did want to be taken seriously and that translated to my superhero persona, I guess. And being a vigilante, I had to work doubly hard to be taken seriously. People always seemed to be aware that I wasn’t a superhero, always assuming that I failed to become one, when in reality it was my choice. But they just assumed that being a vigilante was somehow inferior to being a superhero, as if they couldn’t accept that, hey! News flash, they might even be equals!” he did sarcastic jazz hands before letting his arms fall limply to his sides, his head falling back onto the wall.  

“I just…I had to be taken seriously, y’know? Else people might not listen to me and I could…” he swallowed. “I could lose them,” he whispered hoarsely. Virgil stiffened slightly at the last sentence, before consciously making his muscles relax. The two vigilantes shared a small glance before Logan resumed talking. 

“But when I’m out of the suit, I don’t need to worry about that stuff. I can just…be myself. I don’t need to worry about being listened to, being considered a joke, because there’s not many real consequences with that. Nobody’s gonna literally die if they don’t follow my instructions. Sure, I might get a little annoyed, but ultimately I can just flip them off and move on,” he shrugged slightly, just a small lift of the shoulders. 

The two superheroes' mouths formed in silent ‘O’. “Damn,” Roman whispered, his hand still at his side as the fuzz lay forgotten on the carpet. 

Patton chuckled mirthlessly, resting his cheek on his fist. “Guess this city’s really fucked up, huh?” he asked tiredly, the bags under his eyes obvious. 

Virgil’s mouth quirked upwards at the corners, “And that’s why we’re here.”

authors notes: gotta love them one shots ghdshadsfjsa. this one shot basically just explains the distinction between their superhero/vigilante personas and their actual personalities and the reasons behind them.