#I am rotating him in my head like a bag of popcorn in the microwave

[experimentalmadness]

No I did not spend several hours crafting elvhen endearments that I think Elgar'nan would say to Lavellan in this fic, shut up.

But even if I HAD they definitely wouldn't be:

Ma athor’nas: Shard/Fraction of my soul

Arulinash ma’lin: Blood of my blood

Mi’nas’sal’inash: (lit) the empty space longing cannot fit inside.

and for those of you that love a good diminutive like myself I have the ever classic, da'aenorean: little raptor 

[emdythewriter]

Let me be your shield | chapter nine (elriel)

There was grease all over Elain’s hands but she didn’t care because the burger and fries had been exactly what she needed. Azriel had picked the right place for a late dinner. They had ordered and received their food quickly and were now sitting on the hood of the SUV as she sucked down her soda and they picked at the fries. Even though the evening had started out horrible it had ended up pretty amazing.

“What are you smiling at?” Azriel asked as he threw a fry in his mouth, watching her like that’s all he was meant to do. Elain shrugged as she finished her drink and tossed into a nearby trash can. “Nice shot,” he complimented her causing another smile paired with a laugh.

“Thank you,” Elain found herself saying as she ate a fry or two. She was looking down at the basket of them as she continued to talk. Her nerves getting the better of her and making it hard to look at her bodyguard. “For tonight I mean, it would’ve sucked if you weren’t there to make it better.”

“I’m sorry he canceled on you,” Azriel said though he was sure she already knew that. She shrugged it off confirming his suspicions, but he wasn’t done talking. She had opened a door between them earlier on the dance floor and he hoped it hadn’t closed yet. “Was Lucien always this way? Even before the whole scandal.”

“No, he wasn’t,” Elain before pausing. She stopped picking at the fries, setting her hands in her lap before looking down at them, thumbs twiddling. She moved her head again but rather than look at Az she looked toward the road, watching cars zoom by. “He was my everything until six months ago.”

Azriel got the feeling that whatever she was about to tell him was important, maybe even something to do with the nightmares and the way her sisters had acted when he told them about it. “You don’t have to tell me Elain,” he felt the need to say it just in case though they both knew he wasn’t forcing her to do anything she didn’t want, and he never would.

“I want to,” Elain said before taking a deep breath and continuing. “He was good to me when our relationship became official, even before. We used to go on dates once every week, he purposely made sure he didn’t have work so we could. He would make breakfast on weekend mornings and Sundays were our days to laze around the house. He never missed a phone call when he was away, in fact he called me and texted me. He always told me when he would be gone too. Then I got pregnant.”

Azriel watched her flick a tear off her cheek, take in a shaky breath and all he could do was hang off that last word. She had been pregnant and considering she didn’t have a baby he was expecting it didn’t go as planned. He was starting to put the pieces together, the way she reacted to Feyre’s pregnancy should’ve told him a lot.

“Lucien was ecstatic when I told him. So were my sisters and Rhys and Cassian. Then he had to stay long at the studio one night finishing up some last minute scenes. I fell asleep reading because I wanted to wait for him, but by midnight he still wasn’t home. I woke up a few hours later and there was still no sign of Lucien but there was a warm and dark spot on the sheets,” Elain’s voice broke as she said the last few words but she swallowed her sobs and held her head high.

“Elain,” Azriel said reaching out a hand to give her comfort. She took without hesitation and squeezed it. She still wasn’t looking at him but he didn’t care he just wanted her to be able to get through the story.

“I called Lucien and told him something was wrong, but he said he couldn’t leave the studio yet. I hung up and called Nesta who came with Feyre and took me to the emergency room. On the ride there I passed out, I had lost so much blood already and was still losing more. I woke a day or two later I think and only my sisters and father were with me. I asked where Lucien was but they all said he wasn’t answering his phone. He didn’t know what happened until I got home and told him, and when I said the word miscarriage he packed a bag and took the next flight out to I can’t even remember where.”

Azriel gripped her hand harder as she cried, moving closer so he could pull her to his chest and rub small circles into her back. She sobbed into his chest, clutching his button down shirt as she attempted to catch her breath, to finish her story.

“When he finally came back a week later I knew he wasn’t the same person, I could just tell. That was the day everything changed, that was the day I lost him and I’ve never been able to get him back no matter what I do.” Elain cried, clutching him harder. Azriel wrapped his arms around her and didn’t care that the fries were spilling all over the hood he just wanted to comfort his friend, to let her know she wasn’t alone.

“I get the feeling you think all of that is your fault,” Azriel said into her hair when she was finally starting to calm down. “It’s not Elain, it was out of your control and he’s an asshole for treating you like that. You shouldn’t even be with him in my opinion, but I won’t tell you what to do.”

“I think we broke up tonight anyways,” Elain mumbled into his chest with a breathy last. “Tonight was his last chance and he chose his job instead of me once again, like I knew he would if I’m being honest.”

“Then let’s get you home and celebrate,” Azriel said causing her to smile. Elain looked up at him and nodded as he whipped off her tears. He pecked her nose before letting her go and helping her off the hood. “You’re going to be alright.”

“I know,” Elain said smiling at him which was exactly what he wanted to see. “I’m an Archeron.”

“That you are.”

___

When they got back to the townhouse Azriel helped her out and led her to the doorstep of the townhouse. It was dark inside so Elain knew Lucien had at least listened to her or hadn’t even bothered to show up when their call had ended. She unlocked the front door then turned to face Azriel. “Do you want to come in and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds great,” he replied with a smile as he followed her inside. Elain told him to pick a movie on Netflix while she went and made them a bowl of popcorn. While she waited she grabbed to bottles of water out of her fridge and walked into the living room to give Az his. He was flipping through some old movies when she handed him the water.

“Thank you,” Az said from his spot on the couch as he took the bottle of water from her. He was smiling again something Elain had noticed he did a lot.

“You smile a lot you know that,” she said with a smile of her own, loving this chance to tease him.

“I’m making up for all the times I didn’t get to with the Navy SEAL,” he answered with a shrug but Elain sensed there was something more to it. She had no doubt he had seen some awful stuff over there, hell she knew Rhys suffered from PTSD still. Cassian hid all his trauma behind humor but Nesta had shared with her that he had started going to therapy recently.

“You know I shared my dark past with you,” Elain said hoping this didn’t come out like she was trying to guilt him into talking to her. “But if you ever want to tell me anything, if you can that is, I’m here.” She added a smile for emphasis.

“One day I might take you up on that,” Azriel said as he twisted the cap off his water and took a drink. Elain watched him until the microwave beeped and she headed back to the kitchen. Taking the bag out she poured the contents into a bowl, grabbed her water and headed back to the living room. Taking a seat next to Az she set the bowl on the coffee table and twisted her own cap off for a sip.

“What are we watching?” Elain asked as they watched the red circle rotate on the screen, showing that there was something loading.

“One of my favorites,” Azriel said as the opening credits started. “The Sandlot.”

“Really?” Elain asked slightly surprised that her bodyguard would be into a movie about a group of kids playing baseball all summer long.

“It’s a classic,” Azriel said like it was obvious. “Plus I have a great memory of Rhys’s mom taking the three of us to see it at a drive-in one summer when we were kids. After the first time we begged her to go back every time it showed until one of us could drive on our own. I lost my virginity in the back seat of truck while Benny was hitting a home run.” Elain couldn’t help but laugh.

“Your kidding?” She said through giggles.

“Yeah I am,” Az said before leaning forward and taking a handful of popcorn and eating it. “About the virginity thing the rest is true.”

“What’s the real virginity story?” Elain asked too curious now.

“You don’t want to hear it,” he said with a look in his eyes that told her she needed to stop asking questions.

“Fine.” she said rolling her eyes and taking a handful of popcorn as well before curling into the cushions. “But I’ll get you to tell me one day.” Azriel scoffed as if he was daring her to try, and if he wasn’t before he sure as hell was now.

They watched the movie in almost complete silence, there were moments where one of them made a comment or two. Elain had seen the movie once when she was young, something her father had showed them of course, but she had forgotten how good the movie was. Even knowing that she began to drift off at the end and only woke when Azriel was laying her underneath the covers of her bed.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said as Elain sat up, rubbing her tired eyes. Az took a seat next to her on the bed, looking her over. “You should get some sleep, you’ve had a long day.” He wasn’t wrong about that but Elain didn’t want to close her eyes again until she said goodbye to him.

“Thank you for everything tonight Azriel,” she said smiling at him brightly even though she was on the verge of passing out again and he could see it.

“No need to thank me,” Azriel said as he tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

“I still am,” Elain said. He smiled at her, watching her intently. Her brown eyes moved across his face, landing multiple times on his lips. “I feel like kissing you,” she found herself saying. Something about being tired made her tongue loose.

“You shouldn’t,” Az said though by the way he was looking at her lips she had the feeling he wanted the same thing.

“I’m going to,” Elain mumbled and then she did. Leaning forward she pressed her mouth to his. It was soft and sweet and warm the kiss. Az moved his hands to cup her face and neck while hers rested on his arms. His tongue slipped in a little but nothing heated up. They were both too tired to do that tonight, but there was a promise that it would.

“Goodnight Elain,” Azriel whispered against her mouth when he finally pulled back. The kiss had felt like ten minutes long when she had the feeling it had really ben ten seconds.

“Goodnight Azriel,” Elain replied before falling back onto her pillow and falling asleep with a smile on her face. Az smiled too as he left her room and her house, locking the door behind him. Considering how shitty the night had started for her he was glad she had ended her day with a smile. He hoped he could continue to make that happen as he walked across the street and into his own bed.

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[bubmyg]

the pizza magnet - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: (future) lawyer!yoongi, college!au

warnings: none

prompt/hc used:  yoongi would stay at your dorm more often than not, particularly during undergrad, and there was one instance in the dead center of winter that he accidentally burnt popcorn while you were in the shower and every girl on your floor hated you because at least you had your boyfriend to hug you until he was like, “I can take turns?” and like they still hated you but at least your boyfriend was cute and slightly charming.

a/n: the next addition to the lawyer!yoongi drabbles from here all set in the universe established here :’-)

word count: 1,578

“You’re sure I can’t come with you?”

You swatted at Yoongi’s fingers where they toyed with the knot at the front of your robe. “I’m positive,” You bent at the waist, ducking from his ministrations, “I’ll be gone for like ten minutes. At the most.”

“What if your roommate comes back while you’re gone?”

“She won’t.”

“But if she does—”

“I don’t know, hide in my closet or something,” You gestured vaguely to the tiny hole in the wall at the back of the room, “and don’t eat all my snacks while you wait for me to save you.”

“Can I eat some of your snacks?”

You groaned, reaching up to peck the exaggerated pout crossed over his ranting lips. You turned before he could grab onto the tie cinched around your robe, retching open your door and fleeing to the hallway. Your departing words echoed over the clacking of the contents inside your plastic caddy down the hall, “I’m going to shower now!”

Yoongi huffed, staring hard at the emergency exit plans pasted to the back of your door for well over ten seconds. Lumbering footsteps carried him across the short space of your dorm room, plopping dramatically back into the fold out chair tucked in the corner. His phone bored him after ignoring a text from Hoseok and responding a what do you think? to Namjoon’s where are you?

He let his phone flop to his lap when your door creaked, the metal keeping it shut clattering back and forth against the much too big hole it was encased it. The wind, the cause of the shift in your seemingly centuries old dormitory, fluttered at your curtains where you roommate had left the window open and refused to shut it even when it was well below freezing. He knew it wasn’t you coming back and he knew it wasn’t your roommate but he’d glanced backward toward your closet, anyway, squinting at the minuscule space that he may be able to fit.

The chair creaked when Yoongi abruptly stood, phone falling back into the canvas seat with a soft plop. His destination wasn’t the tiny crevice just above where one of your tennis shoes sat awkwardly a top your rain boots but instead the open flap of a blue box sticking out from your snack crates pressed against the wall.

He got a mouthful of the pleats on the end of one of your scarves dangling off a hanger but he returned with the desired object in the end. A package of popcorn. The little things.

Waddling footsteps had him crossing your room at a much giddier pace this time, thumb jamming into your microwave while meticulous fingers stripped the bag of it’s plastic coating. He started the snack with a satisfied smile, watching the folded bag as it rotated under glowing lights for a few second before his attention wandered elsewhere, to the series of free magnets handed out during orientation week two years ago that your roommate had scattered about the front of your fridge that the microwave was perched upon. He crouched, fingernail plucking absently at the one at the very top, a cartoon piece of pizza advertising the by the slice shop in the student union.

He could hear you ranting as he shoved the magnet aside, revealing the outlined marks it had left behind.

This is why I hate university housing. Or rather, this is why I hate the random roommate selection process. And why am I punished for having a scholarship by being forced to stay in university residence with a forestry major who thinks you can put magnets on stainless steel—

The popcorn wasn’t popping any longer but the microwave was most definitely still waving, humming quietly as the glass plate continued to spin. Yoongi frowned, slapping the magnet a space away from where it had been before as he jumped back up, eyes cutting first to the timer that had well over a minute left on it.

His conscience sighed. Leave it in a few more seconds, it’s probably fine.

A corner of the bag was entirely engulfed in black before he smelled something burning.

Yoongi’s index finger stabbed so violently into the button on the microwave that your refrigerator underneath it rocked too, teetering the appliances so violently he thought they might both be going down. But they settled, steam tainted in the smell of charred butter spilling from the half open door of the microwave. He winced, thumb tucking inside to draw the door wider, letting another puff of smoke out in the process.

The shrill beep of the smoke detector let him know that yes it was right above the microwave and yes he had set it off.

You were halfway down the hallway when a guilty looking Yoongi thrust himself out of your room, eyes perfectly round, lips pressed into a thin line, a soft pink dusting the tops of his cheeks and over the shell of his ears. You were nudging him out of the way with your soaked shower caddy, mouth parted to inquire is that ours? when a flash of light preceded the alarm of the whole building falling into the hallway in one long, monotonous drone.  

You glared at Yoongi as he handed you your coat and lanyard, hair dripping and sticking to your cheeks, snow boots shrugged onto bare legs, robe pulled another link tighter around your torso.

“I think I put the popcorn in a little too long.”

It was snowing outside because of course it was but, for once, Yoongi didn’t mind the pressure of your snow boots pressing into the tops of his toes. He unzipped his jacket, using curled fists in his pockets to curl around the front of your stature, holding you tightly against his torso. You could feel his bashful grin against your cheek, chin rut into your shoulder blade.

“Wouldn’t have happened if you would have let me shower with you…”

“I was gone less than ten minutes,” You ranted, leaning your temple against his, “I think one of the roaches came back and I was trying to get out of there as fast as possible. And yet you still—”

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

You turned in his embrace, peripheral catching the embarrassed way in which he evaded your gaze, studying the way clumps of snow collected against blades of grass instead. He wouldn’t look at you and he wouldn’t look elsewhere because there were somewhere around forty girls who wouldn’t mind if he melted and turned into a piece of the precipitation never to return to their building again, anyway.

Yoongi’s awkward grip on you from within his pockets dropped when you shimmied around, cupping his cheeks in frigid palms. He stared wide eyed at you, waterline blurred in tears from the wind that stirred sporadic pieces of snow around the tiny courtyard outside your building.  

“How long did you put it in for?”

A sheepish smile indented his cheeks, gaze falling from you again, “Two-thirty.”

You shook your head, pecking his lips quickly, nudging his eyes back to you, “Way too long. Only needs about a minute twenty-five.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi’s tongue sandwiched between his back molars, “I figured that out.”

“Well, the good news is, I don’t think law schools take into account how many times you almost burn down your girlfriend’s dorm so…”

His eyes widened, hands jerking out of his pockets to grab onto your waist, “This won’t get you in trouble, will it? I mean, I’ll take the blame for it obviously but—”

You kissed him harder this time, lingering the flat of your mouth against his still parted lips for a half second. “Roommate may complain because our room is going to smell like shit but—”

“We can go back to mine,” Yoongi rushed, lips brushing messily against yours as he spoke.

You pressed your thumb into the crease of his lips, holding him a safe distance away for you to speak, “—but, the rest of my floor may be pissed at me for the rest of the semester.”

He dared his gaze to wander to the other faces scattered around the tiny circle within the patch of snow covered grass when you stepped back into his chest, arms tight around his waist as you giggled. A handful of them were glaring at him, gazes averting back to the illumination of their phone screens or their neighbor’s ear when his eyes locked on them for more than a beat. The others were glaring at you, pinched gazes focused on the back of your head where you were buried against the part of Yoongi’s jacket, fingers grappling at the zipper to drag one side over your face to shield from the wind.

“I can take turns?” Yoongi offered, voice shaking a bit over the sound of the wind and the roaring alarm in the background. His smile was just as hesitant, charming albeit, as extra heads turned curiously, half irritated, in his direction.

His arms flapped around where you clung to him, gaze sweeping from side to side while sheepish gums flashed, “No, really, I mean, if that’s something anyone wants…”

The girl nearest you, one you recognized from well down the hallway from your room, leaned closer, addressing you solely, deadly serious, arms tucked tight across her chest as Yoongi’s entire visage painted over in the most shy shade of red.

“You’re lucky he’s cute.”

[onceuponamirror]

11 questions game

tagged by @raptorlily, who prepared 11 questions for her tag-ees:

1. The core four + Kevin and Cheryl are attending a literary character party. What costume does each of them wear? Bonus: What costumes are the Southside Serpent characters wearing?

OH BOY. well, betty is elizabeth bennett. her instinct is obviously be nancy drew, but then decides she wants to play dress up a little bit. she tries valiantly to get jughead into a darcy couples costume, but his instinct is to just be sal paradise because he won’t have to buy anything for the costume. 

betty tells him that if she’s not going to be nancy, he should go outside the box too. he then decides on dressing like the titular mummy from jane loudon’s the mummy! (he’s still a weirdo, remember)

veronica goes as daisy buchanan if not purely for the extravagant opportunity to dress like a flapper, archie comes as jim hawkins from treasure island, cheryl bucks expectation and attends as a female robin hood (she already loves archery), and kevin is absolutely sherlock holmes. he’d look so natural in a trenchcoat!

2. What extracurricular activities are Reggie, Ethel, Fangs, Midge, Toni and Sweetpea involved in?

besides sports, reggie’s extracurricular activity is definitely selling ground up oregano to middle schoolers and telling them it’s weed. 

ethel is canonically a drama geek and that’s valid, but she’s also probably in band. i’m gonna go with....flutist. 

fangs is also canonically a drama geek and a regular geek (less we not forget jughead used a larping club to lure fangs out of a self-imposed suspension) so i honestly am just waiting for him and kev to start up their dungeons and dragons club. (wow they are perfect for each other tho??? a dorkier bughead)

midge (RIP) was probably into 4-H bc i can’t get the concept of “klump farms” out of my head. she seemed like a genuinely sweet person who also was a regular teenager and was a cheerleader and probably volunteered at hospitals too idk 

toni wanted to get laid so bad she became a cheerleader. or, ok, seriously i mean my headcanon is like, it’s bring it on, where toni was into gymnastics and dance in a v serious way but southside didn’t offer any curriculars that would allow her to do that, and she couldn’t afford gymnastics herself. turns out the closest thing riverdale has is cheerleading, which’ll do. 

sweet pea is probably the lowkey nerdiest of them all. i was joking earlier that he’s probably secretly into anime, but more seriously: feel like he’d go for basketball officially and also probably has an interest in engineering. i mean, that interest began with pipe bombs, but. yanno. ya dreams gotta start somewhere!!!

3. Give me three of your favourite headcanons for Reggie

had a crush on betty until high school

does his dumbest shit for his dad’s attention, painfully unsubtle about it

is cripplingly afraid of being alone, which is why he surrounds himself by teammates at all times and/or can’t get past the pack mentality. has difficulty being vulnerable in spite of all that, can’t be honest with himself and/or with others. 

4. It’s Saturday night and the core four are all hanging out by themselves at home. What is each of them up to?

betty is listening to the memory palace podcast while laying on her bed, feet crossed up in the air, doing her homework. cleaned her room earlier. wants to call polly. she doesn’t. stays up till two am for no reason other than her room is warm and full of golden light and it’s the only time the house is quiet. plugged back in her old nightlight, half out of spite after polly nearly threw it out, half genuinely. sometimes she thinks she’s still afraid of the dark. the irony isn’t lost on her. 

jughead is working on his novel, american crime story is playing on the TV in the background, a bag of popcorn slowly rotating in the microwave. the trailer is empty and he chooses to think his dad is at work. emails his sister. he doesn’t remember when, but they’ve stopped talking about their mom. his tattoo itches. toni told him not to scratch at it. 

veronica is drinking chamomile tea on a tray, scrolling through pinterest and making a european vacation mood board for the post-graduation trip she’d like to take with her friends. she wants to surprise them with it, all-expenses paid. she resists the urge to book flights years in advance. browses the barney’s website. doesn’t know why she gets such a thrill from online shopping. isn’t sure why she can’t stop. 

archie is in the garage, his fingers strumming aimlessly over the strings of his guitar. wonders why his mother can’t be a lawyer here in riverdale. isn’t sure if music was ever his own, or something he thought he should want, because he didn’t want to work construction. or worse, because a woman found it attractive. brought his history textbook out with the intention to study. doesn’t. practices wonderwall, even though jughead laughs whenever the song comes upon. 

5. What’s your headcanon for Jughead’s hat? Why does he wear it? What’s the origin story?

his mom made it when he was a kid, and growing up in threadbare clothes donated down the line of serpents or thrift store finds, it was the one thing that was truly his---made for him. with love. 

being scrawny and quiet and outgrowing his pants too fast to replace them already set him apart. might as well let the hat seal the deal. 

6. What is your Riverdale guilty pleasure ship? One that you don’t necessarily ship in canon but wouldn’t mind reading fanfiction for?

don’t think i have one, honestly? 

7. Can Chuck be redeemed in your eyes? Any caveats or things that would need to happen to make this count?

yeah, it’s really interesting answer this question post 2x18, but---yes, i definitely think chuck can be redeemed. i never wanted him to be a villain in the first place, for so, so many reasons. 

i mean, comics!chuck was a deliberate bucking of specific stereotypes that riverdale slid right back into without seeming to think about what it was they were saying by doing that. (related readings: x) and then the way they did it---ack. 

outside of the vacuum of comics vs. show, i think that where we’re at culturally, we’re really asking men to unlearn their toxic masculinity. especially of adolescents who are still growing and changing---and what chuck did was certainly part of the vacuum of male privilege/toxic masculinity, but he faced consequences  for that, and then he acknowledged it. actively has announced he wants to change, and i genuinely believe it at this point. 

and while i wish chuck wasn’t the character they’re doing this with in the first place, “cancelled culture” can be really frustrating because it’s way too binary. it undermines the growth and self-crit we want people to be doing. 

obviously, it doesn’t apply unilaterally, some people are abusive or cruel or malicious to the point where they lose their ability to profit off of it, and rightfully so---but with a character like chuck, whose main crime appeared to just be slut shaming, i actually appreciate a narrative where a male character owns up to how that was bad, why it was wrong, and how they’re going to change. 

8. What is a storyline you’d like to see most explored on the show?

just---more familial dynamics. i cannot wait for gladys and JB, i think that’s going to be so meaty and tragic and emotional in the right ways. i want more of polly and betty’s relationship, and/or how betty feels watching her sister run away constantly, or just their dynamic in general. more of archie and fred navigating dreams vs. reality. i kinda don’t love veronica’s parents tho, and i’m not sure where they could take that in a way that i enjoy. 

9. What is your favourite Riverdale fanfic trope or cliché?

pining, man. just. pining. 

10. What is existing scene or storyline would you rewrite to better suit your tastes?

HAH. how much time do we have 

BONUS:  Archie starts a band. He settles on ‘The Archies’ but what were some of the other suggestions for the band name? Name three songs that show up on their debut album.

jughead’s suggestion is: red drum, red drum and he thinks it’s hilarious

three songs: midnight ride, smoking gun, and can’t fly

my 11 questions for my taggees 

1. which twist did you least see coming? genuinely. 

2. we all know riverdale loves hopscotching through genre elements (true crime, musical, grease, etc), and sometimes it’s too much, but which has been your favorite? what other ones would you like to see from the show?

3. riverdale does dirty on its secondary characters. what storylines would you give to reggie, kevin, josie, etc? or, what would you like to see for them in s3? anything you thought the show really fumbled? did right?

4. what are your backstory headcanons for sweet pea, fangs, and toni?

5. what’s your theory on the old riverdale riots?

6. it’s the ten year high school reunion. where did everyone go to college? (core four + the secondary pals) what’s your headcanon for their future careers? who’s still together? who wishes they were still together? who hooks up unexpectedly in a storage closet? 

7. what’s a storyline you just didn’t buy this season?

8. any headcanons for the riverparents? like, how they grew up, who they were in high school, why they went the directions they did?

9. what’s one trope that you’d wish the show would do? or something you wish you saw more in fic?

10. thoughts on reggie? will he ever be fleshed out? will it make him more of a villain, or less of one?

11. if you could have anything happen in s3, what would it be?

and i tag @village-skeptic @stillscape @sylwrites @lessoleilscouchants @myrmidonofmelodrama @heartunsettledsoul @raptorlily (tagging back, bc i want your answers on these too!) @theatreofexpression​ @imreallyloveleee​ 

or anyone who wants to answer!!! just tag me, i wanna see yer answers. these games are fun