#ASK ME WHY SB IS MY NEAR AND DEAR

[gatheredfates]

Fayth, without end, grant us prosperity.

(Count)Down to Dawntrail [SB].

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "You got mail"

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read a letter that was meant to find you. The sender is gonna be different for each of you (higher self -yours or sb else-, inner child, soulmate of any type -not just romantic-, Guides, ancestors...). I suggest you to ask generally about if there's a message for you in this pac and see what your intuition can tell you and where/to what pile it can guide you. disclaimer: this time I channeled songs only through my mind.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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pile 1

(sender may be for most an ancestor -female in particular or very very gentle and kind-. the energy is very warm and soothing, like a caress. my heart chakra is so warm and full. for fewer, a romantic interest. for others it could be someone else too ofc)

My darling, there's so much I would like to tell you. So much I couldn't tell you before. I have always wanted to protect you from everything but I realized sometimes you need to get hurt to understand, to learn, to live. You need to live life and let it inside of you, in whatever form. Even if sometimes it pains us. You will survive everything, I am sure. You're stronger than you can imagine. I have always known this, but still... I didn't want you to suffer. But suffering is part of life too, sometimes. See each of your lessons as something that will help you grow, not hinder you. You're gonna be successful, my dear. It's almost time to get there. There's so much in store for you.... don't stress, live happily. Be determined. Enjoy every second.

Keep healing, I'm always near you if you need me. I will never leave your side.

song: sharp edges | linkin park

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pile 2

(compared to the other pile, here the energy is a little colder, despite my heart chakra is still working. I think there're higher selves and masculine energies around mostly despite... the message I am getting at first doesn't really resonate? it's weird let's see... okay there may be soulmates here too)

What is blocking you? Why don't you believe? Magic is everywhere and you can bring it into your life too, but still... you don't fully trust in yourself. Why? It wasn't so when you were little. You used to believe in magic so much! Now, what is going on with this deprivation and this cold you're leaving yourself into? I don't know how you started doing this but trust me, you don't deserve that. Especially from you. Stop hurting yourself. Stop. I know it's scary to believe, but if you stop letting yourself down, things can change. Can you at least trust me?

Please heal this pain, whoever is inflicting it to you, consciously or not. Heal. You can. Remember who you are: a determined, upbeat, corageous person. I will be around the corner to guide you. Trust in me. Trust in you.

song: bibbidi bobbidi boo | cinderella ST

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pile 3

(higher selves, inner children, and probably some other energies, more on the feminie side though but it doesn't have to be... overall, it's pretty calm and comforting. the sender doesn't want to tell much or... can't. I think they need to talk with you personally so let them speak to you either in dreams or in any other way)

From me to you.

You still have no idea what will happen, uh? Do you remember what happened in the past? Ofc you do. It has changed us so much. But believe me if I say we're not done yet. Now, it's time to just focus inside of you, realize what needs to be changed, to be worked on, so that you can reach me. You have plenty of ideas, of possibilities... Take your time to see them, to process them. Do not let the past work against you. What has been, has been, it cannot be changed. But we, you, can still change our future. And I know you will. Let yourself be inspired, let yourself be open to messages and signs. I'll keep sending you them.

Just stay in control of your mind... it's always been our enemy, but we can work with it too and reach higher heights. Be aware.

song: dance for me wallis | abel korzeniowski

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pile 4

(could be a romantic soulmate or someone from your soulmate family, an higher self of someone you're going to meet one day... the energy is chill, funny, playful... may be inner child or higher self for someone too)

Life is made of fated situations, isn't it? One day you wake up, something random happens and everything changes suddenly. You make a decisions and it just pushes you into a totally different direction. And people meet like this too. We just cannot see everything, we cannot see it all before it happens... and that's fine. Don't you think? It's the thrill of life. I know sometimes you don't like this, you don't like to not see, to not know... but see (lol) it differently. It won't always be bad. At least, not this time. It's gonna be good. Really good. I can tell you. It's gonna be fantastic. It's gonna be a like a dream in real life. And you're gonna be happy. And me too. Success, success!

...just remember to wear your glasses on the right day, hehe!

song: this is what falling in love feels like | jvke

[smallblueandloud]

just had a very, very long discussion about self-improvement and being aware of your shittiness and like. i don't know how i feel about this. i'm sure feeling some way about it though

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

I JUST REALIZED THAT IN THE CAR DURING THE "YOU GO TOO FAST FOR ME" BIT. THE JAMES BOND BULLET DECALS ARE ON CROWLEY'S CAR ON CROWLEY'S SIDE. I'M. THEY PUT THEM IN!!!! THOUGHT YOU'D WANT TO KNOW

YESSSSSSS ONE OF MY FAVORITE DETAILS IN THE WHOLE SHOW!!!!!! I didn’t notice myself when I first watched it because I was too busy crying, staring at Crowley’s hair, etc. but then I saw someone going “hey why are there bullet holes in the Bentley in this scene?? what happened??” and then I REALIZED……. IT WAS THE DECALS……… I see you Crowley you little nerd boy………. ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF THIS I LOVE TO THINK ABOUT MY STUPID GEEK CHILD B’) 

[supercorp-hosie]

My thoughts for Legacies 316: (here we go again😂)

(I’m combining after thoughts with live thoughts)

1) The soundtracks for this episode are amazing, they fit very well even for Finsie that I heard that a lot of people were complaining on Reddit.

2) I finally get my team Sowanby! I just feel so much from them! They kind of make a great team, but please, do not go on another heist again. You both sucks at that! The holes are, the museum don’t have a fucking alarm for Leonardo DaVinci’s work? Are you kidding me? And Landon beating the shit out of the guard but not putting him out first is so dumb. The worst is Cleo calling Landon’s name so loud, I can’t😂😂😂😂😂😂 you don’t want people to be on your back when you have the Malivore threat going on guys! And ha! You guys are on the headline! That’s why I really feel like these supernaturals are so outdated and solidified from modern technology, even in 2030! Are you going to tell me everything technology will still be the same like now?? Come on, there’ll be cameras watching everywhere. Like they can see Cleo using magic! I need my Trimini (or bridge) coven and Hope starting to integrate the supernatural world with the modern world. About Trimini and Hope future career, click here.

3) the line about “many who shaped it are never acknowledged” I stand! After that, about the key card my random thoughts were about Landon being the one that stole the key card😂 just out of the blue and I’m proven wrong though.

4) Landon bonding with Cleo!!!! They thought the same way, and “I can promise that anyone that have to get to you, they have to get to me” is so strong! But the scene after, is the moment I started really doubting Landon, the look is too alarming. But there are still Sowanby scenes😭😭😭 and the melted heart mud... I mean I genuinely believed that the spell didn’t work because Landon is also mud himself. But in hindsight it is horrific, like the serial killer is just standing next to you but and the signs are right in front of you.

5) Malivore mud being artistically friendly! I can’t haha! Oh and when Holarke walked on Sowanby inspiring moment🤣🤣🤣I can’t, they act like both of them are cheating on one another it’s hilarious. Thank you for acknowledging each other Holarke and Sowanby🤣. By now, I should have known that’s MaliLandon. It’s humiliating because Holarke and Sowanby got me so happy that I didn’t see the clues lmao! Because there’s this line: “Following the footstep of the Renaissance greatest man? ” but this thing, Cleo only did it with Leonardo, with whom she slept with......

6) And damn, after that, I felt like a FOOL, CLOWN, WHATEVER after that! All I have for team Sowanby is fake 🙃🙃🙃🤡🤡🤡 Anyway we still have to admit that the promise still stand true right, cuz it’s literal.🤣🤣🤣 MaliLandon fulfills his promise by eating Cleo. TYPICAL.

7) Holarke! Clarke is still handsome as ever😍. We can see his presence is clearly affecting Josie and making Hope giving him information. Can we talk about how cute is he sleeping soundly here?

8) Lizzie being the only unaffected queen here. AND IT’S FINALLY LIZZIE’S TURN FOR “AD SONNUM” I can totally see her pleasantness in doing that to somebody after being on the receiving end🤣🤣🤣 Josie and Hope had done it before so now we actually see her doing it. I somehow feel completed.

9) The look Hope and Josie shared. Hosie!

10) Josie is going to be the death of me! I like her look. And how the camera moving upward gosh! And I’m totally digressing here, what is a razzleberry? And what is a slush? I have no idea what they are, I just feel like tasting what she tasting now. Lizzie’s line, crashing and splashing😂 Am I colour blind? Cuz I really can’t tell whether Hope is wearing dark blue or dark green 😅 if it’s green, then the traffic lights colour are back again lol. If blue, then Hosie matching clothes! Did Finsie ever have matching colours? I’m just wondering.

11) Hosie scene! They talked about how seeing Clarke traumatised Josie~~ damn and Josie says traumatised is her permanent resting state. I mean even on her birthday she was buried alive lmao. And Hope wants to help Josie stop the traumas by sacrificing herself to defeat Malivore, like by literally dying. Which she didn’t want because she didn’t want to live forever.

12) Holarke scene again! I love all those banters and their dynamics😂😂 how Hope is the only one that trusts Clarke now. The mimic spell! It’s their thing😍😍. Oh it totally surprised me that Clarke isn’t mud man anymore. I’m really happy for him, because he finally break himself out of the abuse! It seems like triad is totally gone?? But I still kind of think that there may be something more? And Clarke’s reaction to Hope opening the artefact! 🤣🤣🤣 and the way that Clarke sensed the familiarity with Cleo! Yea boy, she’s the inspiration to the creation of you.

13) Clarke keeps calling Hope and Landon kids🤣 how’s the feeling of getting kid!Hope kicking your ass and saving you😂😂😂 oh she’s totally your equal. Frenemies at best! YES! I love Holarke bonding. And the fact that Clarke being Hope inspiration to believe in friendship and her family now can help her to defeat Malivore, I Stan! Don’t lose sight of the corner! Josie! Lizzie! Clarke! Yes you have them! I’m glad that Clarke didn’t die, I’ll be so mad because the writer would be bringing him back for nothing. Oh the incendia is painful, affecting me more than the fake looking MaliLandon eating Cleo. The height difference again🤣 with Holarke this time.

14) I love Maleb clothes, not really shipping them just short form for their bromance😂 but I do enjoy if there suggests shipping cuz it’s fun! Love that them being supportive of each other, superheroing, and the hero name🤣🤣they’re clueless too. Poor Kaleb and Cleo. I really need his backstory 😫

15) about hero names, I’m still having playback of “blursome and essential” in my mind. MG is looking at the mask longer than Kaleb, I feel like he’s missing Ethan, like a lot. Another thing is, since we see the effect of someone else being compelled so clearly, but we never seen Ethan’s compelling effects. Or it’s a budget matter? They must be kidding right? So maybe Ethan is really faking it? So that leads us to Lethan....

16) if my suspicion is true, then damn, Ethan is using Lizzie to get into SBS? I’m worried for Lizzie’s wellbeing. Also the look on Josie when Ethan drives near tight after she said like some eligible will fall out of the sky🤣🤣🤣 the timing is impeccable lmao. For real, Lizzie wanting Ethan to be Hope’s rebound after her kiss with him in the trio imagination, is ....so the trio is now sharing guys now? Jandon is still there in the history! It’ll be like a very messing love multi-triangle😌😌😌

17) the way Lizzie talked about how Hope is perfect the whole way and judging by the day when they arrived at SBS? That’s very long! Lmao, Lizzie are you sure you’re not in love with Hope? Hizzie rights! (I don’t even know when I started to ship Hizzie, it’s a mystery🤣) I think I can only talk like that about my love. Why don’t you make you and your sister Hope’s rebound? I’ll be happy with what I get🤣

18) The decision to bring Ethan on a tour, is so bad. What if ethan ended up enrolling SBS and Alaric can’t deny the application? Did she ever think of that?? And Josie and Mg is going to face the consequences in the near future🤣 dreadful! From there I already felt the cliche sweetness that when you’re trying to be a wingwoman and ended up “selling” yourself out🤣🤣 fuck CW for cutting the scenes of Lizzie’s epic facial expression when she was slapped with her own words😂😂😂anyway, it’s no way she can refuse the ask out after 315 where Lizzie still thinks that she can’t be the chosen one when Hope is there, but someone actually chooses her even after all the Hope is perfect speech. As much as I mourn for Methan and Mizzie, I’m happy that she got someone to tell her that. But I think they’re destined to backfire😅

19) so does the Mizzie “will they won’t they?” officially end here? I’m confused. Btw it’s really a way to mention Sebastian’s death being relocated permanently 🤣 oh wait...she knew that that prison world is destroyed forever right????? Someone save me.

20) okay I have to go back before Ethan picked the twins up: while Lizzie is actually worrying about themselves being stranded, Josie is just more concerned about Hope? Hosie! Poor Josie, she never sees that she is Hope soft spot and can totally make Hope happy too. Look at your dumb joke at 103, Hope’s laugh is magnificent too. It’s because of you. And yes I’m with Josie, I just ship Hope with herself and her axe right now, don’t put her with anyone for at least 5 more episode please.

21) The one that doesn’t dissolve into goo! Now is Clarke! And the both of you my dear twins. Btw, the dna thing, where Clarke confirms that dna is still toxic... so it applies to Landon too right? And it’s now just more overwhelmingly apparent that handon sex is without protection. Yea so much for epic love. And this is about the possibility where (hopefully) it’s not MaliLandon when the sex scene happened.

22) Finsie time! I got to say, it’s really improving. Their scene is beautiful, finally. That feeling that they’re nice together is now going on continuous for me. I’m happy for them! They are now stepping up on Hosie, not derogatory, I’m just seeing some parallels from hosie here. The disclose of Ethan broken arm, where Hosie has done, before that there’s Clarke’s traumatising Josie thing with Hosie. Next, the focus on the hand holding, I’m thinking of 207 and others. The “me being here with you”, with hosie 308 “then I’ll be here with you”. The whole thing is very comforting for Josie. The hug is good too. We can see that they finally have some nice scene and the bgm is good for them.

23) I have no idea what is magical agronomy, so I look it up. Again, that shows how Josie love plants, like someone in Reddit said they observed that Josie’s side of room has several plants. And in 307, the herbs, that she remembers. I think it can help a lot if Hope is starting a magical technology company. Josie’s interest in that can come in handy. They’ll make a great team. About TRIMINI INDUSTRIES tap here.

24) we are still missing Jed here. Justice for Jed. We need Jed real first name. Did anyone notice when the super squad faces MaliLandon there’s no werewolf present? They’re really downplaying that huh? But maybe I can be satisfied that they are not making Finch being there but not Jed.

25) We need to address this thing about Handon. It’s like one and a half time that Hope couldn’t recognise that Landon is not Landon right? We still have to give credits to her memories shared with Cleo actually make Cleo kind of recognise the difference? So half a time. I agree with Josie’s words that Landon makes Hope happy. I mean, yes, most of the time they failed in working but there’s still sweet scenes between them. So that’s actually what makes Handon tolerable. They are what makes me only do facepalm rather than skipping them. So yes of course Hope has happy moments with Landon. Just that it doesn’t mean that they’re good together.

26) it’s always Landon’s bros that first find out Landon wasn’t Landon😂 this time is Clarke. It’s Clarke that tell Hope, “Landon will never leave you”. That’s the inconsistency of the writers, not counting MaliLandon’s time, it’s still two times. And there’s time that some will argue that Landon’s feet literally walk away from Hope. So...that’s not true, do not stuff that in our throat anymore. “I always thought you two are destined to be together” is this the writer way of saying they’re not doing Handon anymore or otherwise? Cuz “thought” is past tense and “are” is present tense. I’m tired. It’s normal that Hope still wants Landon to be happy and still love him. But after the breakup, when she still doesn’t know that it’s MaliLandon, the “still dying to get Landon again” is obsession. Girl, it’s derogatory to your self-esteem. “If a mud man like me can beat his fate, maybe you kids can too” yea that’s Handon going on.

27) we shouldn’t need to be told that Handon is epic love multiple times. We should be able to feel them, see them ourselves. Why did I start approving Finsie now, because instead of them being only all talking and no showing, now we see them working well (until now). I have been widely accepting to any other legacies ships and why I never ship Handon? So really these multiple telling us that how good is Landon to Hope, is not working. I’ve never been so frustrated.

28) Let’s appreciate the Handon parallel with 101. It’s interesting that how Landon is inside the cage and Hope is outside the cage again. The meaning of the cage has deep meaning here. Handon first kiss is in the cage, that kind of mean that their love is trapped there. Like how their relationship being so troublesome and bound by these fateful encounters. The lights are quite similar, handon always has this blue lighting for them, which sometimes it’s kind of weird. The first time it is Hope decorating the ceiling with stars for Landon. It’s sweet, but also implying that what Handon has is the false beauty of them and not keeping the cage symbolism in mind. In other way of interpreting it, this is the writer foreshadowing their endgame. Cuz they’re trapped there, no way in no way out.

29) I think I’m not the only one bothered by the mostly lack of real Landon appearance in s3. As we can see how MaliLandon words sits so right about, Landon not belonging to SBS if it weren’t Hope. Then he leaves with Cleo, that’s a thing for Sowanby too, they still don’t have roots with the school, and it’s a great bonding between them, friendship or not. It’s the bond between them that matter. In 314 315, we always see that the students were totally fine without Landon. Like the three trios paralleling? It’s sad that Landon is like bouncing here and there in SBS but never really belong. And now the writers kind of ripped his personal development. So now he has neither his pheonix powers nor fighting skills, great? And even Hope’s growth too. We are seeing her moving to a good direction and the writers have to drag her back in the hell hole. Hope needs to not always looking at Landon for her happiness, it’s not good for the both of them. Like MG said, be your own person.

30) THEORIES regarding Landon: a) It’s MaliLandon all the way? I hope not, it’s reminding me of Lost Girl that one of the characters slept with the father personating the person she loves, and got pregnant. Tell you what was more alarming? When the episode ended, I was recommended to move on to Lost Girl on CW seed. It’s disgusting! Why do you want to help make me hate Handon? I don’t even hate them initially! I’m like struggling to be logical and lean on the positive side here. Why I can’t move on from this possibility: first, I’ve always headcannon that Malivore has partial control over Landon. Like how Landon actually wasn’t lying in 102 103? That’s Malivore. And Handon, as genius as always, doesn’t talk about it. Second, the way that Landon dissolved, he was human back then, but he turns into goo? how does it even work? If he is human, toxic to dna will make him die, not become goo, right? Even if that wasn’t a problem, it can also be MaliLandon trying his luck. Third, Malivore purpose is to make the perfect legacy, he will totally give it a try to make tribrid-Malivore babies. Fourth, during the inspiration from Cleo, MaliLandon has Landon’s memories, enhancing the theories that Malivore has partial control over Landon, so even if it wasn’t MaliLandon, it’s still partial-MaliLandon. Fifth, after the inspiration, MaliLandon said that he doesn’t need Hope to tackle his problem or for his purposes, which means he initially wanted Hope, thinking getting to Hope can help with his purposes. It’s really not a far-fetched.

31) THEORIES regarding Landon: b) it’s real Landon during sex, but Malivore got him in the prison world. While having Landon’s personal growth ripped and Handon still dragging out are not pleasant at all, this is still a more pleasant theory for me. At least Landon did start fighting for himself after sometime, and while the sex is still partial-MaliLandon, at least it’s not MaliLandon. (I’m always using at least for Handon 🙃) maybe we can still have Landon fighting skills? Cuz I was happy for him about this though. But I just don’t think so. The evidence for this theory is, my feeling about Landon in 306 is that it kind of fits Landon personality, but he did start his violence there. Another thing is the letter. There’s care in “to whom it may concern”. However, that can be just me being simp. And there’s also possibilities that the partial control from Malivore is cultivating Landon’s behaviour starting there and slowly taking control. Because making a deal with the devil always has its consequences. It’s either that or Landon was taken after the letter.

32) regarding the picture above, i just want to point out about another interesting point about the structure of the scene, if you scroll back and see sowanby picture with the door and another bonding talk, you can se that there’s always pillar and frames that’s framing or trapping them together. Like Handon. I mean that’s totally MaliLandon, so this pointing out is not mean to be romantic. It’s just a thought about how devastating that Cleo is stuck in something her whole life, especially the picture structure that implies that she’s stuck with MaliLandon again.

33) overall I’m thinking this is a good and disgusting episode. With all the unexpected twist, it’s really good, there’s actually layers in showing us that Landon is not Landon every time. Then those bonding. The soundtrack, the scenes. Disgusting, is about the theory, and how we are all tangled back to Handon again after we finally have some fresh air. Not to mention the always surprisingly convenient that Landon always has an excuse when we see Landon did something bad to Hope. Like he can never be making big mistake while only having little questionable doings that can’t possible tarnish him being the perfect person in the show. The first time he lies, Malivore controlled him. During the pageant competition, he is justified to walk away when he totally chose the wrong timing to ask that question, leaving Hope alone breaking in front of such important event. 207, monsters are coming for him, he’s protecting people by leaving. Musical episode, he needs to cross boundaries because it’s bound to be, without further reasoning it with Hope, when Hope specifically was very respectful of him in 111 about his songs. And now, this. That’s not him, we can’t blame him. He will never be blame for something big because the writers is biased. Very biased in making that Landon is better than anyone else in the show, so he’s the perfect guy for Hope. Like no one can compare with him. He’s almost perfect. Perfect than Hope.

34) Reflect on what Hope did in 308, MG is kind of right, she shouldn’t have touched it without fully prepared. Because it totally let Malivore running out free instead of him being an originally contained problem. It’s for the good view in whole. Heroes make hard decisions. There’s still the hair thing cut from Hope and Golem!Landon.

These pictures is my work, while it’s easy to get it yourself, and not that I’m professional in doing this. But I still did screenshot them one by one and did some editing. So please like or label the sources when you save or use it. ♥️

[namiikawaii]

Luffy x Nami: A thread Part 1

Disclaimer: This is very long so be prepared to take some time & also if you haven't watched/read One Piece at all then don't read this if you don't want to read spoilers. Firstly I'd like to adress all the people who dont believe in a love romance in One Piece aswell as those who are against this ship or do ship Luffy and Nami with different characters: Please read the thread thoughoutly and don't jump to conclusions before you read everything. I will try to mention all of the issues that are underlying in regards to general things like love romance in One Piece and I want to consider counter arguments and create hypotheses in sight of other pairings like Luffy x Boa and Sanji x Nami (which I think are the other main ships when it comes to Luffy and Nami).   So it is important to be a little patient through all of this thread.

Let's start off with the question about love romance in One Piece... ''D: Doesn't anyone on Luffy's crew fall in love? Will there never be a tale of on-board romance? (Sanji is an exception in this case) I'm just wondering. -From Naoko- O: But they do... They're all in love...WITH ADVENTURE. (← good one)'' This is exactly the part of the SBS where Oda answered the question about romantic love in the Strawhat Crew. Firstly, this is obviously meant as a silly statement. It is definetly no confirmation but to see this as a serious statement is overexagerrating. Secondly, Oda wanted to answer this question by dodging it without nullifying it. What does that mean? He could have just simply said, there is no romance in One Piece and there never will be (this wouldn't be the first time that he would have answered a question in a direct and serious way). But no, he wanted to make sure that the audience understands that there is a difference between romantic love and romance (in an adventure) and that the Strawhats are on a journey of a romantic adventure which has nothing to do with loving each other in a romantic way. There are two reasons for that: -One Piece is a pure shonen/action Manga and it's target audience are teenage boys (at least this was the case when he made that statement, i don't know how that might have changed by now maybe) -For the other reason just imagine One Piece if there was active love romance going on...we wouldn't be near the story that we are now. Let's just say it would add so much more complications, to put it very simple (I don't want to go into that deep now). But now here comes the clue: All of this doesn't mean that Oda completely lefts love romance out. Because despite of all the points that I just mentioned there are pairings and there is also subtle (no explicite) love romance. Lets just look at the pairings, these are all pairings that I think the majorty of people wouldn't question: -Kaya and Usopp -Sabo and Koala -Shanks and Makino -Shakky and Rayleigh -Roger and Rouge -Oden and Toki

And yes none of these cases showed the love story between those people (maybe Kaya and Usopp if you really want) but THAT IS THE POINT! Only because Oda doesn't let the characters speak out ''i love you'' or makes them kiss all of the time doesn't mean there isn't any kind of romantic love connection between characters in One Piece (the kiss on WCI was an exeption though). This also doesn't mean that there is no possibilty of romance between the Strawhats. I get it that people see them as a familiy, and they truly are one. If there was romance between two of them during the story of One Piece the dynamic wouldn't be the same anymore, especially if there was a canon relationship between Luffy as the captain/ main protagonist and another crewmember. I mean we don't want to see Luffy prefering one nakama over the other. If he calls for his friends, he calls for everyone and not firstly for the person he's in love with. They are all equally as important as the others. But you have to remeber that they aren't blood-related and it wouldn't be weird at all if some of them are ending up together after the adventure of the One Piece. That's the reason why the hints that are given by Oda are really hints, not just merely coincidence.

And i wouldn't be here if Oda didn't hint Luffy and Nami in the past and he will hint them in the future or even more. Let's beginn chronologically with the bond-forming between Luffy and Nami and why their relationship is special EAST BLUE SAGA -Nami was intended as a crew-member from the very beginning, even before One Piece was existing. That's the reason why Luffy and Nami saw each other in the first episode of One Piece. It was to pay hommage to Silk/Ann the heroines of the Romance Dawn Manga. (Just read into it if you want to know more) But what's important is that they were the inspiration for Nami as a character/ as the heroine.

-Orange Town: Luffy and Nami meet for the first time in the Manga Nami reveals her goal to Luffy - which is ''to buy a certain village'' (keep this in mind) Luffy tells Nami why the strawhat is so dear to him - he won't be telling anyone afterwards these details again -Nami tricks Luffy. Buggy captures him but when Nami is forced to fire a canon ball at Luffy she refuses, starts a fight against all the Buggy-Pirates and finally at the risk of her own life she burns her hands facing the pirates with her back in order to prevent the canonball to blow up Luffy (she does quite much for this pirate guy she just met) - you see that at this point Luffy did touch something in Nami's heart because when they have to escape she literally instantly fires the canonball at Buggy without hesitation. -Nami sewing Luffy's damaged hat. Since then it's always her who takes care of it if it takes any damage/ if there is something to sew in it like Ace's Vivre Card. Now I want to put in here my first hypothetical compairison for the LuBoa and SaNa shippers. Just imaging now this same situation happening between Luffy and Boa. Luffys hat is ripped apart - maybe she knows that Luffys hat is his treasure maybe not but lets imagine she does know. She will of course sew it, would probably blush and say something romantic about her doing this for him. And as a shipper this would be the most romantic thing for you wouldn't it? In reality it is Nami who precisely watches Luffy and understands the importance of his hat to him, she goes up to him and fixes his strawhat, with the only difference that it is just more natural and less lovey-dovey from Nami's part (because of course she would never act like that if she was in love with someone). I am already asking you now, which lovestory sounds more believable? -Syrupp Village: There are a few cute moments (Nami catches Luffy and cheers on him and so on...) but i wanted to especially point out that these two are are sitting/lying on the ground after the fight and Nami playes with the Strawhat, Luffy is of course unbothered. But this already shows how comfortable these two are at this point, they know each other only for a few days now. And also this image of them two talking and sitting together is a theme that continues throughout One Piece. -Namis leaves with the Going Merry, looking devestated that she has to leave ''Luffy and the others'', and Luffys reaction after Zoro says to just leave her: ''I want her to by our navigator no matter what'' (These words are enough, no comment needed and also look at Zoro's face as Luffy is stating these words) -Kokoyashi Village: Luffy already trusts and knows Nami so well that he is enraged to hear that she allegedly killed Usopp - the others are sure that she did it but Luffy insists, and even when Nami confirmes to him that she indeed sent Usopp to the ocean's ground Luffy refuses to accept it and immediatly goes to sleep. (I'm sure it's because he knew that something was wrong but he knew he had to wait for Nami to come up to him)

-The famous moment hits different (for shippers and non-shippers): Luffy giving Nami his precious strawhat! He wants to show her how much she is dear to him, his gives her his treasure because now she's his treasure too (and you can see this in a romantic way or in a platonic way but just remember that Luffy never did this ever to anybody in the past or in the future) Now i want to mention something that i said earlier: people often say that Luffy didn't care about Namis story but let me tell you something different. Luffy already knew what Nami's obejectif was (to buy a certain village) now Luffy also knows that there is a pirate called Arlong and when Nami is stabbing herself she shouts his name in devastion. Luffy is not dumb, he understood already some parts of Nami's history - later when he is in Nami's room he understands the impact even more. It is so far from truth that Luffy doesn't know Namis story, he may not know some details, but he could conntect enough points to understand Nami's pain. And my personal theory is that he didn't wanted to hear Nojikto telling Nami's story because maybe Nami wouldn't have wanted him to hear it and it could certainly be that he knew that maybe he couldn't hold himself back and intervene before Nami asked him to do so and finally rely on him! -Genzo and Luffy's conversation: just read/watch it - it is a father to boyfriend conversation (i thought so even before i shipped LuNa) So far these are the most important moments for the East Blue Saga, and of course there are other things you could mention but i just wanted to point out the key moments that really built their relationship and created the whole fundament. Since I don't know when I can continue writing on this, I am just going to show some colourspreads which contain hints in my opinion. (Like Nami being represented as a queen, or Nami holding and wearing Luffy’s hat)

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Sunoo - Bread Pt 3

“Can I hide here?”

Song recommendations: daydreaming by Stephanie Poetri and Lovers in the night by Seori ( 서리 )

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Idol-Sunoo x Fem-Reader

“You better explain to me why there’s a boy in our back room” she crossed her arms around her small body. Starting from the beginning, took you a couple of minutes to explain everything. Luckily your aunt took it with an understanding respond. “You poor boy! You must be stressed out because of this situation” your aunt simply takes a look at the boy and gasps. “You’re that boy from the idol group, aren’t you?” he raises an eyebrow giving you judging look. “Even your aunt knows who I am” he says with levity. “Hey it isn’t my fault that I don’t have this sbs!” you exclaimed. “It’s SNS! Not SBS! Sbs is Seoul broadcasting system!” he rubs his temple. “Dear boy can you teach this girl about these things? I’ll be in the front working” she smiles.

“So...How exactly do I do this?” you sit right next to the boy. “Well first open up your phone” You take out your phone and open up your home screen. He gasps again, “Wah even phones on display have more apps than you. What is this? Just because minimalistic things exist doesn’t mean you have to take it this far” he couldn’t believe his eyes. you only had the apps that come with the phone, messaging app, and music app. “I’m just gonna download a bunch of things here, hm let’s check your photos. Photos of you and your aunt, oh and your old classmates, I see...you need to spice this up” with his hands he does a gesture. He opens up the camera and starts taking pictures, “Gotta have a little bit of Sunoo in your life” he does a peace sign. “You are the boldest person I’ve ever met” you state. “Oh baby I’m the best person you’ll ever meet” he flips his unflippable hair. “Let’s see your music” he opens up your music app, both of you stare at your phone from above. “Huh? What is this? Jazz?!”

“Hey Jazz is one of the greatest genres ever, I should be the one judging you for not liking it” he quickly types on the search bar. “Enhypen? Who’s Enhypen?” you questioned. He shushed you and plays the music. The first song he played started of with a back to back harp melody. Slowly the words of people keep coming. Right after first voice you hear another one, but it was definitely recognized. “This is you” you conclude. He widened his eyes, “Wow you really guessed it!”

“Wahh your voice sounds so good when low, I couldn’t imagine you with that low of a voice” definitely surprised by someone with such a amicable voice can sound so dark. “Oh you have to see our music videos!” you couldn’t help but be reminded of a kid when they’re showing their family all the exciting things they did in the day. You never thought anyone can make you so excited and joyful. He had the ability to make you feel things you never thought you could’ve experienced. He nudges your arm, getting you out of your middle thought. “You look so young in this. Ohh you look like some squishy bread” you commented. “Any of the members grabbing your attention” he asked. You shake your head, “they are all very talented, but it’s not like I know how they are in person to really say that they grab my attention” you responded. “How about me?” he was clearly speaking from confident trait. “You looked cuter when you were younger...like bread” you commented. He pouted, and cupped his face “but aren’t I cute now?” he turned his head like a sad puppy. “Meh your cheeks were more puffy back then, now you only have small buns on your cheekbones” you teased.

“Wanna see me in blonde hair?” he asked. “You had blonde hair?!” until the cafe closed you guys went over not only the work he does but how to use certain things. You hear your aunts footsteps get near from where you guys were, you pulled away due to the fact that you were sitting so closely. The boy looked at you wondering if he made you uncomfortable for being so close. “Hey kids, all the costumers left and it’s closed now. So are the windows” she assured. The boy went out of the back door. “Wow...I didn’t get to really see the cafe before, I love the color palette” he commented. “Do you guys want to eat dinner? Anything in particular?” my aunt asked. You looked at the boy giving him the sense for him to choose. “I kept overhearing about...what was it? honey ginger chicken sandwich earlier” he shrugged. “Good choice! Sook you want one of those too” she asked the girl. The boy realizing that she never really said her name out loud. “Yes aunty, I’m gonna show him the cafe right now and I’ll help you making the dough for tomorrow” her aunt shook her head. “No your work today is to make sure our lovely Sunoo is alright. Besides before I came hear I took a nice nap! I have such a big wave of energy” she gave her a reassuring smile. “Okay then, call me if you need anything” you clapped your hands.

On that note the pair were wandering around the cafe. She would show him the first floor, and even if he did try to pay attention. He couldn’t help but gaze at how passionately she was talking about the details of the cafe. “This is meant for her” he thought. “Oh I have to show you the second floor, this is where we get our name!” like what looked like a little kid just going up the stairs. The boy followed her and couldn’t help feel awed by the view. The two big windows lookout on the busy streets, with people shopping for late night things. Not only the lights made it nice to look at but the fact that you can see the view of the city, the long black way that reflected only things lighten up. The best part was the sky. The sky, even though the pollution didn’t let one see all the potential stars, it was clearer from where his dorm was. The bean bags were at meeting point to a good view, definitely making the mental note that he wanted to sit there at least once. He heard a vibration from his pocket, interrupting the small tour of the cafe. It was his manager, he couldn’t help but feel down on the fact that he might have to leave. He puts the phone call on speaker, “Sunoo, we were able to get your members out the dorm. But we’re stuck inside the car with so many cars following us. It will take hours to get out of the situation. We’re also trying not to leak out the new address of the dorm, so we are taking them to hybe since there’s space for them to sleep there. I apologize for this, where you are do you think you can stay the night at least, I’ll make sure to pick you up in the very morning”.

The girl gave him a thumbs up, telling him that it was alright with her. “Yes I can stay the night here, don’t worry about it. Just get the rest to safety” he told his manager. “Ah Sunoo, thank you! I’m sorry about this, the situation will be able to get lifted” he was about the hang up until he heard a voice in the background. “Sunoo did you get to buy the groceries?” clearly it was his younger member, Niki. “Ya you fools I started getting chased before I even neared the shop!” he fired back. “Hey at least you got yourself out of the situation” his older member, Heeseung commented. “Yeah I have to admit the place I’m staying at is way better than Hybe” he glanced at girl who what seemed was holding her laughter. “Wait What do you mean it’s better-“ the boy ended the call before his younger member could end his question. “What?” he questioned as he saw the girl covering her bottom half of her face. She laughed out loud, “You ended up in this situation cause they sent you to buy groceries? Who thought of that?”

“I love my members but they depend on rock paper scissors for decision making too much” he sighed. After a few moments the room filled with a light silence. It wasn’t awkward just quiet. “You never said your name was Sook” he spoke out breaking the silence. “Ah yes it’s Sook, my parents were always on the rough road, and they named me after something they didn’t have. Pure, a light. Though they passed away when I was really small. My aunt was the one who took care of me afterwards. I don’t remember them so it doesn’t hurt like how others would. I had a simple childhood but I couldn’t be happier. How about you? How were you when you were young” you questioned. “Well I have my parents and my older sister. I have always been this bright person, but I did have to go through some health problems, which can make me feel tired and weak. I get by though, I trained for about ten months and I was in a survival show. It was too stressful though, but it got me to where I am. I’m so happy being able to achieve my dream with my members. They’re like my second family” he smiled thinking about the time they announced he was gonna debut.

“Your members seem like good people. You must love them, what are their names?” you asked. He took out his phone, going the photo gallery. “This guy here, this is Heeseung hyung. He’s the oldest, always looks after us, though he jokes around a lot. This is Jay hyung, he’s been cooking for us since the survival show. Though he’s the motherly figure you can say. Strong personality but actually soft hearted. This is Jake hyung, he’s from Australia. He has a really good singing voice and nice way to speak english. You can say he’s the therapist of our group. This is Sunghoon hyung, we have our differences but we get along well. He can be seen as someone serious, but he’s really playful. He used to compete as an ice skater, a great dancer. Ah this is our leader, Jungwon, he’s actually born in 2004. He’s really mature for his age. He’s always there for us and works so hard. Though he’s actually so adorable. Ah and this is Niki. He’s our youngest, born in 2005, but he’s definitely born to dance. The way he dances is so mesmerizing, and he’s just so so talented. Like Sunghoon this kid loves to tease me, but gotta say I love the kid. And that’s them. Those are my members” he turns around to see the girl staring at him with an unknown look. “Do I have something in my face” the boy questioned. “No just the way you talked about them. I don’t know it was something special” the boy stayed quiet. He knew for a fact what he was feeling but he didn’t want to acknowledge it because of the situation he’s in.

If it where to distract the boys mind, the girl’s aunt calls from downstairs, informing the two that the food is ready. “Here you go you two. Just pick somewhere to eat” Aunty placed two plates on the counter. the girl grabbed the two plates and asked, “Where do you want to sit?” The book looked out and motioned at one of the booths. “Can I get you something to drink” the girl asked. “Oh just water is fine” the boy looked at the food in awed. He was a foodie himself and couldn’t help take in how appetizing it appeared. He waited for the girl, not wanting to be impolite and start eating without her. Soon she came by and sat across from him. When she had the sandwich in her hand, he also grabbed it to take a bite off. Tasting the sweat and salty combination made the boys eyes widened. “This is so good” he said between bites. “Ah yes, that’s our most popular one. The recipe came from my father. He and my aunt would always make this chicken. They would eat with many things, but my aunt thought it was a good idea to include it as one of our sandwich options” she explained.

“Which foods are you recipes?” he asked. “All the breads. I’m a big fan of bread myself, as a kid I always made bread for our house. Little by little I developed new recipes and combinations. Anything that is bread, even the bread of the sandwiches are made by me. I mean who doesn’t love carbs?” Surprised the boy was, “I’m never buying bread from anywhere else, I’ll make sure to come hear when I want some” he pointed down with his finger motioning the cafe. “Say when you go back, would you be able to visit?” she had to admit, she grew attached to him. A friend would be nice, even if she started to like him, just having him as a friend would’ve added to her life. The boy didn’t give much thought, he had female friends at his school though he doesn’t talk with them much. He wanted to be able to see the girl, but he couldn’t help the fact that she made him feel something he didn’t ever consider of feeling. “When I need to buy some bread, or a day off. I’ll come buy and visit the cafe” he assured and the girl smiled.

Was it a lie? The boy wasn’t sure. Yes he was busy, though he has his days off and time to come to the cafe. He was scared that he wasn’t able to like her the way he wanted to. And not coming by could maybe stop those feelings, but the smile she carried made his heart ache. Clearly the girl was much happy around him. And not being able to see her like that, put the him in unbalanced plate. Like a zombie, not half alive he just ate with no feeling. A robot at least had a code to follow, but he felt numb. “Sunoo?” the girl brought back a cure. “Ah yes, sorry I was lost in thought” he smiled at her not wanting her to worry. “When you guys are done there, can you give me a hand here with the dough. My hand is getting tired” the aunt spoke from the kitchen. “Yes aunty! I’ll be right there” the girl messaged her wrist, drawing an anxious expression. “You should tell her you know” clearly she was having some pains in her wrist, and that effected her work. “I’ll do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep her awake worrying about it” she commented. “Well I’m finished here, you finished yours a while ago. How about we go give your aunt a hand” he the boy grabbed the two plates, stacking them and bringing them into the kitchen.

“So um miss what should we do to help you” the boy but his hands on his hips, clearly with much energy. “You sweetheart, just call me Aunty” she blushed at the sound of him calling miss. The boy washed his hands and was helping with the dough. “Oh wow look at those strong arms, this is the type of guy you should be looking for Sook” both started blushing the aunt’s remark. “I’m gonna get started on that strawberry velvet cake and cold desserts” Aunty winked at her niece, wanting to set them up. “Your Aunty has a really chaotic personality. Reminds me of Heeseung hyung” the boy commented. “Is that how he really acts?” she said amused. “Kinda of actually, he has these weird beanies that remind me of a middle aged lady” he laughed. That’s how they spend the evening hour. The boy tried to help out with anything that could’ve triggered the pain in the girls hands. There were some fun moments. Like the cliche of them throwing flour at each other, which ended up Aunty scolding them and making them clean up the mess on the floor. The girl also explained that the boy had to stay the night at the cafe because reporters were after him. And it was safer for him to stay there.

In the second floor with the windows opened to the night sky were two lost souls who found each other. Both rearranged the bean bags for it to be comfortable when they sleep in them. “When I can buy my own home, “I would make it have a big window like this so I can look at the sky” the boy sighed. “Imagine waking up with these windows, the sun in your face” the boy laughed out at the girl’s remark. “Way to ruin the moment Sook” he pouted. The boy yawned and stretched out his arms. It was a long day. “You have big hands” the girl mumbled. She was also on her way to sleep. “You think so!” he asked in a small voice. The girl brought her hand out up and the boy followed. “Maybe they seem big cause yours are smaller” he commented. He grabbed her hand, comparing the size difference between them. They both giggled like little kids. The boy’s mind wasn’t there much, he was already half asleep. Something inside him, his heart ordered his actions. He intertwined their hands together and pulled them in. The girl was far asleep and turned as she felt her hand get tugged. Nearing the warmth that was the boy.

OH MY JTSTSIYK SORTY ABOUT THE WAIT. I HAD TO PRACTICE THIS WEEK CAUSE I HAVE AN AUDITION TODAY! SO HOPEFULLY THAT GOES WELL OKAT! I THINK THIS ONE IS A BUT LONGER! ILL GET BACK TO YOU AFTER MY AUDITION OKAY! ITS GONNA BE A BUT LONGER I THIBK A PART 4 AND A FINAL PART SOOOO! YES BYBE HAVE A GOOD DAY AND NIGHT. BYE LOVES

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Illusion or Delusion? Pt. 2 -Written by SB

Hello loves! I got this done in quite the hurry, so apologies for any errors!

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, depressed Loki

Summary: You explain to Loki why you’ve returned to the living.

Please do not copy or plagiarize my work. You may repost, but with everything in tact, please!

Part 1

You feel Loki stiffen immediately and before you can glance up at him, he shoves you away, a blend of horror and confusion flashing upon his face. With tears dripping from his eyes like snow slowly melting from a tree branch, his hands shake as he looks down to them and back to you, his mind in torturous turmoil. “What… what have I done?” he whispers, now slowly stepping back from you. “Have I gone so mad I’ve created an illusion that is… tangible?” He asks himself, his voice wavering. You smile sadly at him, though your heart burns to see him in such a pained state. “No, Loki. You haven’t gone mad. Though you have been driving me crazy.” You say with a wry glint in your eyes. “My darling… my dove… what do you mean?” He asks in a cracking voice. “How are you here? Were you not in Valhalla?! Surely you were not in Hel, (Y/N), right?” He questions as he slowly approaches you, as if you were going to disappear if he came to you too fast. “Loki, dear, you worry too much” you state calmly, reaching your hands to his. “No, I am not in Hel. I now try to rest in Valhalla, but I have to admit hearing your cries for me about four times an hour is quite distracting.” He looks up to you in worry, and before he can verbally express his apologies, you continue to explain, “When I first arrived to Valhalla, I was told that if need be, going through the Door of Light would bring me to where I need to go, for any unfinished business. So here I am, and until my business is finished, I am stuck here. The Door will only come to me when my soul is ready to finally rest.” He holds your hands in his, with a solid grip, as if letting go would cause you to disintegrate before his eyes. “My dear,” He croaks, his glassy eyes drinking you in, “I still don’t… I still don’t quite understand. The others also cry for you.�� He stops and sniffs, and looks down in pure embarrassment, “And I don’t cry for you four times an hour… I cry for you four times a day.” He says softly, ashamed in his grief, and how it has caused you such unrest. 

“Four times a day?” You echo, looking away from him briefly. “Yes, (Y/N). You haunt me all the time. When I wake up and turn to see your usual spot cold and empty, it reminds me of how I will never be able to wake you again with kisses on your shoulder, or be able to hold you until you wake in my arms. You haunt me when I shower, when I remember how you would jump in impulsively, and kiss me under the cascading water. I miss you during dinner, when you would serve everyone before you, and bicker with Steve and Tony and even Thor…�� He trails off, smiling to himself as he relives the beautiful memories. But his smile quickly fades, and with closed eyes, he murmurs, “But most of all, I miss you most as I go to bed. I turn to face your empty bedside, I lack the feeling of your head on my chest, the sound of your heart beating against mine is fading from my mind, and I crave the feeling of holding you in my arms, and kissing you goodnight.” At this he chokes back another sob, which only makes you more mournful. “No…” you start, shaking your head. “There’s no concept of time in Valhalla, but I tried counting… tracking the seconds. How long have I been dead?” You whisper in disbelief, a fleeting feeling of shock starting to fester within your soul. Loki looks up to you, fresh tears brimming in his eyes, and without taking his eyes off yours, he simply says, “Two years.”

TWO YEARS?! It’s been two years and you are just NOW coming down? Your mind races, trying to piece together the missing timeline. “Oh” You breathe, letting your mind scramble. “My Queen, please tell me how I can fix this. The thought of you suffering because of me makes my heart ache, and my soul bleed.” Loki confesses, one hand now lightly on your waist, the other delicately cupping your cheek. You hold his hand to your cheek and lean into his hand, sighing in the feeling you’ve missed the most; him. You gesture to his your bed, and he escorts you to it, and you both sit at the foot. “I don’t know everything myself. All I know is that I was told to go through the Door to find my final rest.” you explain, Loki now lifting you onto his lap, holding you like a precious child, as if you were going to fall. “I am here now to seek my peace, Loki. Though the others still grieve for me, they are nowhere as near as loud as you. I hear Steve and Natasha’s cries like whimpers, and I hear Tony’s as a mere mutter. The others are a faint buzz. But you… you cry and shriek and yell and I all I can do is brace my soul and listen.” You breathe and look at him, his lips in a thin line, his face contorted, regret and guilt clearly displayed. “I do not know how long I will be here, but I also know that manifesting into a form the living can see takes a lot of energy, and I know while I am here, I will be floating in and out of the Planes. I may disappear in front of your eyes, but I will still be here. I think… I think we will all know when it is my time to go.” You exhale slowly.

Loki just holds you tighter, and whispers his love and condolences, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb, you holding his face lightly. You press your forehead to his, and lightly kiss him- another quality from life you’ve missed- and when you two finally pull away, you smile in blissful content and nod your head towards his door. “Loki, I love you so much. But I still do have to tell the others.” You can feel your energy draining, a feeling almost identical to being lulled to sleep after an exhausting mission. He lets you get up, but at the last second he changes his mind, and grabs your wrist tightly, not letting you leave. “My dear, you look more translucent. Why don’t you rest?” He suggests, tugging your wrist gingerly. You turn to him and, seeing his eyes sparkle and his tear-stained face crinkle in adoration, you join him once again on his bed, now resting in his safe arms.

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SB Nation reviews: The Crystal Palace Dinosaurs

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When you’re only allowed to leave the house once a day, it puts a lot of pressure on the morning walk. Do I point the buggy north or south? Fortunately for me, just down the road from my house is Crystal Palace park, which offers two great benefits: first, a lot of space for social distancing and the avoidance of joggers, and second, a chance to travel back in time a few hundred million years. Even luckier, this route — down to the park, round the dinosaurs, back again — is almost exactly the right length for my daughter’s first nap of the day. Synergy in the time of corona.

From time to time, I like to imagine that the Crystal Palace dinosaurs catch somebody entirely by surprise. An unsuspecting soul, ambling along the path, KeepCup in one hand and phone in the other. Then all of a sudden: horror. A creature — a monster — scaled and dreadful, clambering out of the water, out of deep time. Teeth from a nightmare; spikes serried along its back. Cracked, staring eyes. Mouth open to bite. To roar. To … to … hang on, it’s not moving.

But even if this does happen, the shock can’t last long. Once the brain catches up with itself, it will remind its owner that the dinosaurs have all been dead for a while now. And in any case, this doesn’t look like any dinosaur you know. The legs are wrong. It’s fat in the wrong places. It’s the wrong kind of strange.

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When I first saw the dinosaurs, some 15 or so years ago, I laughed. They were funny. They were wrong. They were funny because they were wrong. I was 20-odd years old and so I knew everything; certainly I knew what dinosaurs looked like. I’d seen Jurassic Park. As a child, I’d memorised every name from Aardonyx to Zupaysaurus and back again. And so, as a young and irritating adult, I knew just how silly and incorrect these weird lizards were.

They were built in the 1850s by Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins, a sculptor and natural history artist, in collaboration with various experts in early paleontology including Richard Owen, the man who came up with the word “dinosaur.” They were based on reasoned extrapolations from the available fossils and they were, for their time, as good a job as anybody could likely have done. They became a minor sensation, and Queen Victoria and Prince Albert dropped by several times.

They even made it into literature — the titular hero of HG Wells’ Kipps takes his bride to be to walk among the “strange reminders of the possibilities of the Creator … huge effigies of iguanodons and deinotheria and mastodons and suchlike”:

Kipps meditated on the monstrous shapes in sight. “I wonder ‘ow all these old antediluvium animals for extinct,” he asked. “No one could possibly ‘ave killed ‘em.”

”Why, I know that,” said Ann. “They was overtook by the Flood …”

Kipps meditated for a while. “But I thought they had to take two of everything there was —”

”Within reason they ‘ad,” said Ann …

The Kippses left it at that. The great green and gold Labyrinthodont took no notice of their conversation. It gazed with its wonderful eyes over their heads into the infinite — inflexibly calm.

But neither history nor paleontology have been kind. The park was ravaged by fire in the 1930s and afterwards the dinosaurs became run down. Even now, despite their addition to the UK’s list of protected constructions and ongoing restoration efforts, they still seem quaint. Polish them however you like, but Hylaeosaurus looks like a Harryhausen, the Teleosaurs raise their long snouts to the air like they’re tooting on trumpets, and the Labyrinthodonts, whatever Wells might have said, look like nothing so much as a pond of idling toads.

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Of all London’s many parks, Crystal Palace is the most post-apocalyptic. As such the dinosaurs, long-fallen monarchs dragged forward through time by their planetary heirs, suit their space well. So does the coronavirus, as it goes: the quiet skies, the awkward distance, the sense of the world moving from a known past to an unknowable future.

It is named for a vast Victorian glass exhibition house that was built in Hyde Park, up in central London, to host the Great Exhibition of 1851. After the exhibition ended the whole edifice was taken down and moved eight miles south, to preside over a newly defined park in a leafy suburb. New lakes were dug, dinosaurs were built.

The Palace is no longer there. It burned down in 1936, and subsequent movements to rebuild the thing have founded on issues of cost, of time, and a general sense that there’s always something more important to be getting on with. But you can walk around the space where it was, which is still freighted with its absence. Stone mountings support a great emptiness. Grand steps carved into the landscape lead nowhere at all. Guardian sphinxes sit at rest, with nothing to watch over.

These sphinxes were recently restored and repainted a startling shade of red, somewhere between blood and rust. This, apparently, was their original colour, back when they guarded the steps of the Exhibition, but it has the odd effect of making them seem somehow less historical than they did. Old stone, historical stone, is crumbling and grey, stained with water and furred with moss. It wears its time like a lined face; the past can be read into it. Here the search for the authentic has produced something jarring, a double anachronism: they seem neither new nor old, but rather to have fallen out of time altogether.

Being older, wiser, and significantly more tired, and being reconciled to the fact I don’t know everything and often barely know anything, which I understand to be the condition of adulthood, I no longer find the wrongness of the dinosaurs funny. But I like them a lot more than I did. There is something encouraging and heartening about their wrongness. They stand now not as monuments to the power of Victorian science, an empire extending itself into the distant past, but bear witness to the fallibility of humanity.

Because, dear reader, it turns out that I was wrong as well. Jurassic Park was wrong.

I remember, as a kid, being impressed by the teeth and the horns and all the rest but most of all by the seriousness of dinosaurs: the grand longnecks, the terrible sharptooths. Even The Land Before Time is clear that its characters’ frivolity is a consequence of their childhood; the adult dinosaurs are just as serious as they should be. The dinosaurs I grew up with, once I’d left that early childhood stage where everything can be any colour and started reading books with pretensions to accuracy, were drab creatures. They ran from grey through brown and on to dark green, with just the occasional flash of colour to keep things interesting. Serious colours: all the flavours of military camouflage

We know better now. We know — we think we know; we are currently advancing as our best guess; the science has changed — that dinosaurs, or at least quite a few of them, were riotous explosions of feathers, profusions of colour. Hilarious, dramatic, and even a little bit camp. I wonder, sometimes, as I push the buggy past the Iguanodon’s portly shape, how the feathering of dinosaurs might have altered my childhood obsession. Perhaps it would have been less serious, less taxonomic — I know all the names! I am insufferable! — and more playfully strange. Or perhaps I would have just got into stamps instead.

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For Christmas, my partner and I bought our daughter an A to Z dinosaur poster, painted by the artist James Barker. The paintings are colourful, gleefully ridiculous, almost expressionist; a far cry from the greens and the greys of my youth. This is not an attempt to depict dinosaurs as they were, with as much accuracy as the moment allows. Rather, these are dinosaurs as they might have been. As it would have been fun for them to have been. Why shouldn’t Allosaurus be bright blue, with an orange head. Are you going to laugh at it?

The Crystal Palace monsters aimed for accuracy and so, as knowledge moved on, became ridiculous. Now they have been reclaimed, are celebrated in their wrongness. You can buy a T-shirt. Meanwhile the Crystal Palace sphinxes were restored with dutiful attention to authenticity, which has had the paradoxical effect of taking them out of all possible places. The dinosaurs on my daughter’s poster dance the line between these two: they are playfully, consciously incorrect. They peer out from behind their probable-feathers, a rainbow of possible-colours, and in their ambiguity they propose a relationship to the past that is imaginative and free. That takes what we know, acknowledges that we don’t know everything, and asks not what a thing should be, but what it could be.

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Fun fact: there was an Andrewsarchus. Not a dinosaur, not quite, but a prehistoric ungulate that slouched around what is now Inner Mongolia some 25 million years after the last Tyrannosaur lay down and died. As delightful as having my own almost-dinosaur was, however, it could not stop me cultivating an obscure jealousy of my brother, Peter, and his near-perfect overlap with the mighty Pteranodon.

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i-saw-you-sneaking-food-out-of-the-dining-hall college AU for jily prompt? i loooove the neighbors one you just posted 👌🏻❤️

Here you go! This was fun to write :) Thanks for sending me a prompt!

It Began with a Dare

He’s rounding the corner of the dining hall when she stopshim – the beautiful redheaded girl from his history class. Just appears out ofnowhere, really, running up from behind him and swinging round in front of himto corner him there. For a long moment, she just stands there and stares athim, wide-eyed and crazed and pretty. His hand jumps to his hair, gives it aslight ruffle.

“Hello,” he says, trying his best to sound confident andcharming and even half as cool as his best friend and roommate, Sirius, who hashad more girls in his bed since the start of term than James and their twomates, Remus and Peter, have in their lives combined. “Not that I mind beingcornered by a beautiful woman, but…”

Before he can give his best attempt at charming her, shecuts him off. “I saw you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows, he is sure, are attempting to join thegravity-defying mess atop his head, but she doesn’t seem to care. “I saw you,too.”

He had, after all, seen her in class earlier. He didn’tthink she had seen him, though. Until this moment, actually, he had been underthe impression that she had no idea he existed. She sits nowhere near him, isalways there before him, and tends to stick around after class to talk with asmall group of girls long after he heads out for his next class.

Her eyes narrow in confusion. It isn’t until she switchesher focus to his face that he realizes she has been staring at the two bagshe’s got slung over his shoulders this whole time. Oh shit.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, studying his facefor a long moment and then raking her gaze down his body.

He wants to think she is checking him out – she may verywell be, he’s no slouch – but he gets too caught up in the fact that she isstaring at him like she has never seen him before in her life. He is toocrushed to have his long-held theory confirmed to rejoice in the fact that herface flushes when she realizes he caught her.

“What are you talking about?” he parrots back at her, tryingto keep the surliness out of his tone. Why he is so crushed that she’s nevertaken any notice of him before, he doesn’t know. He knew she had never seen himin history before. He sat in the seat very nearest the door and never spoke inclass, preferring instead to alternate between quietly staring at her andtexting his mates who had somehow managedto get into a different history class than him, all three together. Itshouldn’t bother him that she hadn’t noticed him. It was his own fault, really,for not speaking to her before even though he’s been staring at her for fivesolid months.

He hefts his loot more firmly over his shoulder, which is amistake. In an instant, she is staring intently at the two bags he is carrying,like a lioness tracking her prey. He makes to step around her, but she shiftsto block his way.

“If you don’t share, I may kill you.” Her voice, previouslyso light and soft and adorably confused, comes out in a low growl. James pauses, looks at her, laughs. And instantly regrets it when she stalkscloser. His grip tightens on the straps of his bags and he clears his throat,his heart pounding and thinks, dear God,she’s not only beautiful, she’s crazy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says aloud.

“The scones, you prat!” She grabs for his bag, and heinstinctively steps back.

She trips, nearly falls, catches herself against the brickwall next to them. He grips her shoulders to steady her, eyeing her warily.When she flushes, clearly embarrassed, he reluctantly relinquishes his grasp onher.

“Are you okay?” he asks. He wants to ask if she’s stoned asfuck because, honestly, who else cares this much about a scone? Her eyes areclear and focused and she seems perfectly in control of herself, if not a bitscone-crazed, so he thinks she probably isn’t stoned.

Sconed, says thevoice in his mind and he nearly laughs aloud, but refrains, not wanting to seethat warning flash in her eyes again, not so soon anyway.

“I’m fine. Sorry.” She looks down at her feet for a moment,then takes a deep breath and looks up into his face again. He is momentarilystunned by the pure green of her eyes. “It’s just… I really fucking love thosescones. They’re the only thing that they serve consistently that I actuallylove and you’ve gone and taken them all!”

Her eyes widen and go a bit glassy and he is horrified tothink that she may actually cry? Over scones? Jesus Christ, she is actually araving lunatic. He may also be in love with her, which is ridiculous and justas horrifying a prospect.

“What on Earth do you need with five dozen scones anyway?”she demands, thankfully not crying.

“I don’t…” He trails off, unsure of what he should say.

“Don’t try to play innocent!” She jabs a finger at him,stopping just short of actually prodding him in the chest. “I saw you! Youwalked right up to the scones with your empty booksacks and started talking topoor Myrtle…”

“Myrtle?” he cuts in, genuinely confused.

“Yes, Myrtle! The scone lady! Myrtle!”

Judging from the look on her face, he is a right asshole fornot knowing the name of the woman who serves the very dry scones in the dininghall. He wonders if this girl knows the names of every server in the dininghall. He reckons it’s probably not the best time to ask, though, so he nodsinstead.

“Oh, yes, of course. Myrtle the Scone Lady. Very sorry,continue.”

“You were talking to Myrtle, distracting her with yourdashing looks and your charming smile and your bedroom eyes and she didn’t evennotice you stuffing five dozen of myfavorite scones into two bags!”

They stare at each other for a moment, both wide eyed forprobably two very different reasons.

“Look, I’m going to be honest with you,” he finally says. “AllI got from that was that you were watching me and think I’m attractive.”

“I didn’t – I never – now you just…!” She sputters, gasps,and chokes on the words that won’t come out.

“Now, don’t worry. I’ll level with you. I have watched youbefore…” When she takes a step back, he realizes what he just said, and hiseyes widen. He holds out both hands in a reassuring gesture. “Oh God, no. Thatsounded awful. I just meant…”

He stops, rakes a hand through his hair, fights the urge torip it right out of his scalp. Fuck, I’mnot Sirius I can’t be smooth.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a whoosh, forcing himself to calm down andspeak rationally in spite of the erratic beating of his heart. “I’ve noticedyou, is what I mean, and I find you rather attractive as well.”

“I don’t – That’s not - I just –”

“And that’s why,” he interrupts her, swinging one bagaround, unlatching it, and holding it out to her, “I am willing to share myhaul with you.”

She eyes him uncertainly for a moment, then stares down intothe bag. The look on her face is absolutely hysterical – it’s as if he has justpresented her with the Mona Lisa. Sheis either half starved to death or she actually just really, really loves thesescones.

She picks one out of the bag, and immediately startsdevouring it. He decides not to tell her that these are far from the bestscones he’s ever had. She may literally kill him if he did.

When he zips up his bag and swings it back over hisshoulder, she sends him a reproachful look. He sighs and reaches for it again,handing her one more. This is the last one, he vows silently, because if hegives her any more, then everything could very well be ruined. One missingscone? Easily explained as a miscount. Two missing scones? Well, it’s not hisfault if the server –Myrtle the Scone Lady – decided to take one or two forherself before serving.

“Stingy,” she says, but smiles nonetheless.

This time when he laughs, she doesn’t look angry. She justcontinues happily munching away on her subpar scones.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, his friends undoubtedlyinquiring as to the status of his mission.

“I’ve got to go,” he tells her regretfully. “But I’ll seeyou around.”

“Where?” She asks, and he understands that she’s asking howhe knows her when clearly this is first time she’s ever noticed him.

“Tell you what,” he says, grinning when she looks up at him,crumbs coating her lips. “You figure out where I know you from and I’ll buy youall the scones you want.”

She flushes and makes to wipe her mouth so she can replywith some dignity, but James has already turned to leave, convinced that thatis the smoothest statement he is capable of making and choosing to leave it atthat.

—-

Somehow, for the first time ever, he is running early onMonday morning. When he slips into his seat at the back of his history class,his gaze slides immediately to the seat she always occupies – six aisles downand four rows to the right. His heart sinks when he finds her spot empty.

His phone vibrates in his pocket. Before he is even able toget it out of his pocket, it vibrates three more times. For once, he isrelieved at the fact that his mates are going to be chatting in the group allclass; the object of his affection isn’t in class today, so the texting won’tbe a distraction. He holds his thumb over the home button and his phoneunlocks, immediately opening up to the group chat.

SB: bets on whether ornot prongs gets a date

PP: not

RL: Bets on whether ornot Prongs even gets noticed?

SB: SICK BURN

JP: i hate you all.

SB: hey two scones isworth a date right

PP: unlikely

RL: For what it’sworth, I think she’ll at least recognize you.

PP: rly

JP: what a lad, moony.wormtail, you’re my least favorite.

RL: Sure. Wouldn’t theface of the absolute nutter who stole every last scone in the dining hall andfelt it appropriate to only give you two of them be forever burned in yourmind?

JP: don’t act likeyou’re not the one who dared me to filch them all.

JP: by the way, i takeit back. i have no least favorite. i hate you all equally.

SB: chin up mate

SB: just ask her out

SB: if nothing elseyou can always lure her in with the promise of free scones

PP: tru uve alrdy prvnurself capable

JP: what? couldn’tfigure out how to shorten capable?

PP: rude

RL: He’s not wrong. Imean, you all need to work on your punctuation and capitalization, butWormtail, it hurts to read your texts sometimes.

PP: :( 

SB: enough of that

SB: back to matter athand

SB: are you going toask her out

JP: she’s not evenhere.

PP: she h8s u

SB: shes avoiding youlol

JP: fuck off.

RL: She doesn’t evenknow you’re in that class. It’s still early yet. There’s time.  

JP: okay, okay, i’llcome clean. moony, you’re my favorite.

SB: that hurts

PP: dnt wry hes vfickle ull probs b his fav in a few

Someone sits down next to him, and he looks up expecting tosee his usual neighbour, a pale, perpetually-tired-looking boy who usually payseven less attention to the professor than James does. Instead, he sees long redhair and vibrant, triumphant green eyes.

“I believe you owe me all the scones in the world.”

His grip goes slack for a moment, just enough for his phoneto slip out of his hands and clatter loudly to the floor. He ducks down to grabit. When he sits up straight again she is smiling at him.

“James Potter,” he says, holding out his hand with a widegrin.

When her small, soft, warm hand slides into his, his heart stutters.He is staring at her, absolutely enchanted by her, but she’s staring rightback, the smile on her face a perfect mixture of triumph, happiness, and excitement and he thinks, really hopes,that he’s not imagining the flush on her cheeks. She bites her lip and ducksher head, but still manages to maintain eye contact with him.

“I’m Lily Evans.”

[junker-town]

Kansas football still has an early top-15 class. Can KU keep its 2 Louisiana 4-stars?

History says it will be tough.

Last weekend I took a trip to New Orleans for the Nike Opening Regional Camp. One of the themes that stood out was the talented group of players committed to the University of Kansas.

Five weeks ago, Kansas had a top-five recruiting class.

I don’t know what’s in the water in Lawrence, but whatever it is, David Beaty better bottle it and hold it near and dear to his heart forever. This month, Beaty got verbals from three four-star recruits. WR JaMarr Chase, WR Devonta Jason, and CB Corione Harris all committed to the Jayhawks, part of a load of six early KU commits from Louisiana.

It’s dipped a bit, but KU is still in the top-15. That’s surprising.

For one, Kansas is far away from New Orleans. For another, it’s Kansas. So I asked the recruits to explain what was happening.

Kansas’ top commitment is Devonta Jason, a four-star receiver from New Orleans (La.) Landry-Walker High School.

“It’s a family, a great atmosphere, great coaching staff, great from what I’ve known, everything’s great right now at Kansas,” Jason said. “The Kansas pipeline, Louisiana to Lawrence is working right now.”

The reason Kansas is finding success in Louisiana is coach Tony Hull, the former coach of Warren Easton High School in New Orleans.

“He’s got good character, he’s a great person,” Jason said of Hull.

Most of the Louisiana commitments, and almost all of their head coaches have known Hull since his high school coaching days.

“Coach Hull has been up there, he knows all those area guys, he coached at Warren Easton, so I’ve known him for a long time, maybe since middle school,” Harris said. “And then you got Mike Lee to call and Travis Jordan going up there, like he just made me feel like home along with all the other recruits so it’s like a family up there.

Explaining his commitment to Kansas to friends and family has been interesting for Harris.

“They’re surprised about the record,” Harris said. “but you can’t look at the record, you gotta make the record, it’s up to the players to play and the coaches to coach, so at the end of the day, I can make my own legacy.

Holding on to their commitments won’t be easy. Four-star receiver JaMarr Chase’s commitment lasted only a week.

“I mean, I’m committed,” Jason said when asked if he was 100-percent committed to the Jayhawks.

Harris maintains that he is still quite open to hearing from other schools.

“LSU kinda slowed down but Mississippi State picked up,” he said. “Tennessee, and a lot of other schools have been calling, so we’ll see how this turns out. I mean yeah I’m still open to hear [from other schools] but it’s just going to be hard”

I don’t give Kansas much of a shot of holding on to these elite prospects. Since Jason and Harris entered middle school, Kansas has won three Big 12 games. Total. If Kansas can drastically improve on the field this year, perhaps its chances go up.

But even if the elite prospects like Jason and Harris do later decommit, they’ve already done Kansas a solid.

Because their commitments got me to write about Kansas. And that increases the chance that good prospects (perhaps not elite ones) take notice of the Jayhawks. The thought process goes something like “hmm, if those guys rated higher than me like Kansas, perhaps I should check it out.”

The situation reminds me of the Jordan Scarlett saga, from the class of 2015. Scarlett, of Ft. Lauderadale (Fla.) University School committed in December 2013 to FAU, where his former coach Roger Harriott had been hired.

I never bought it, writing “Jordan Scarlett committing to FAU brings good publicity to the school locally and in the state. I'd be shocked if he signed.”

Scarlett’s commitment lasted six months. He later committed to Miami, and then Florida, where he enrolled. While Scarlett has never admitted that he had no true intention to play at FAU, or that he did it just to give positive publicity to his former coach, it did draw good PR for the Owls.

It’s just hard to see Kansas plucking four-star prospects from Louisiana and holding on to them for eight months, especially when they’ll be visiting much better programs.

Quickly

Speedy Louisiana receiver Lawrence Keys has more than 40 college offers, but Texas Tech, Houston and Nebraska are standing out. Why? Relationships.

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DBs can't lock down Lawrence Keys III

SB Nation caught up with Lawrence Keys III, one of the fastest prospects in Louisiana. He has 40+ scholarship offers, but three schools stand out for the four-star recruit. More: http://ift.tt/2nojNMY

Posted by SB Nation College Football on Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Joshua Moore might be the smoothest receiver in the country. The IMG Academy prospect spoke with SB Nation, revealing his visit plans, and that the teams in his top ten that easily made the cut were, in no order, Ohio State, Alabama, Florida State, Tennessee, and Georgia. His twin brother, Jordan, is a Texas A&M commitment. Moore’s 3.96 short shuttle time at the Orlando Nike Opening Camp is the best of any receiver over 6’0 this year.

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Josh Moore might be the smoothest receiver recruit in 2018

Josh Moore makes playing receiver look so easy. Read about his top schools and future visit plans here: http://ift.tt/2mph0DZ

Posted by SB Nation College Football on Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Jacob Copeland, another top receiver from Pensacola (Fla.) has Clemson, Auburn and Florida on top. I love Copeland’s physicality, and while I feel he may be more physically maxed out at his age than some of his peers, his SPARQ score of 107 is very strong for a 6’0, 192-pound player.

Newsletter favorite Michael Ezeike, a former Nigerian soccer player, has picked up offers from UCLA, Colorado, Vanderbilt, Oregon, and Boston College since we profiled him. His offer list has nearly doubled. He followed up Thursday, saying that Tennessee, Nebraska, TCU and Cal are also are close. His updated measurements are 6’5.5 and 220 pounds.

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Soccer player turned football star is seeing his recruitment t...

Big Mike Ezeike played soccer growing up. But at 6'5 and 210 pounds with that soccer footwork, soft hands, and mean streak, he is beginning to attract the attention of a lot of college football teams. UCLA offered this week.

Posted by SB Nation College Football on Wednesday, March 15, 2017

QB Dorian Thompson-Robinson released a top seven consisting of UCLA, Michigan, Florida State, Cal, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Oregon, in no order. He has already guaranteed that UCLA and Michigan will make his final five.

I think I got played by Colson Yankoff, the Idaho QB who committed to Washington Wednesday. Not once in our open-ended conversation Sunday did he mention Washington, a school who had not yet offered. He raved about Cal, and talked about wanting to visit TCU and Nebraska.

The Badgers picked up Jack Sanborne, a four-star linebacker out of Illinois. I have not yet seen him play, but will be in Chicago in a few weeks.

QB Cammon Cooper of Lehi (Utah) recently picked up an Ole Miss offer. I asked him which schools are standing out the most.

“It could change because a lot of schools are talking to me now, but based on relationships with coaches probably Washington state Boise Tennessee maybe ASU,” Cooper said. “Ole miss is just really new and I haven't made a relationship with their staff yet, which I look forward to doing.”