#I cant even be excited for con and i feel like shit seeing my other friends getting hyped and i FUCKING CANT aand just get more depressed

[kiwibongos]

im writing Something for a little fic and i was putting stuff in my notes for later on and it really just made me realize like how fucked up hajime is after all the Horrors. like, emotionally. him rediscovering emotions entirely. (maybe someone has talked abt this before, i just wanna store this here)

because when he's less of a hollow shell, all there is is grief and guilt in his brain. but then as time goes on, he slowly rediscovers what it means to be human, and learns these feelings again one by one. and it has to be such an agonizing process too ? and when they do happen, theyre all extremely overwhelming, out of the blue, and most likely even caused by really small things. my dude will eat a stale piece of bread or even smell expired dairy products, suddenly relearn disgust and feel ABSOLUTELY nauseous and just hurl over lmaoo

but for as for more serious topics, like properly feeling anger again, it'd be ticked off by little shit, bc he doesn't wanna lose control like that cause the frustration doubles. it'd get bad when he makes a mistake too. he'd freak the hell out, because izuru was the embodiment of perfection, of every talent cultivated into one single brain, so he *cant* mess up, but its too much for him to handle cause he's so used to being under that obligation and expectation, but now that he's losing his stability over all that, when he messes up just *slightly*, he feels ashamed and tries to fix it as fast as possible, whether or not its a big deal. itd definitely be really hard to get out of the mindset that, even though hes not izuru anymore, he has to be perfect. to him, he has to stay that way. cause if he fails at all, then he can't protect his friends anymore. does that make sense. the pressure would be literally crushing

also shock/surprise/excitement. everything was predictable and boring to him as izuru, so obviously all of that is still a huge issue that still lingers within him after the simulation, so he'd probably overcome that first and be caught off guard a lot bc, well, he's learning to be hajime again, he's not *exactly* the op superhuman genius anymore (in my head at least. cause when two minds practically mash together weirdly it creates a horrible hit-or-miss concoction lol) so even basic things become brand new to him, and hes fascinated and curious by everyone and everything. not like hes never seen it before, but its like hes experiencing it for the first time, even if its just mundane tasks in life, new methods and alternatives to things, etc. he's generally a very observant guy, and would also pick up on little traits and habits from all his friends. i have the feeling people would rub off on him extremely easily

love, serenity and happiness itself would be extremely hard to tackle and learn, or even notice? i think of so many scenarios of how this could happen. cause like sure he can feel joy, he can be glad, proud, relieved, and smile because his friends are there. but he's still yet to experience what happiness truly is, what it means to him, and it's not something he can do alone. so it just takes a while for that big boom to happen. perhaps its up to interpretation how it happens, go for it idc i have alot of scenarios stirring up in my brain, but overall, i think him actually bursting with happiness and feeling genuine peace within himself, and realize hes grateful for the life he has, and the future he got to choose, would probably be caused in the process of moving to jabberwock island. just seeing all his friends on the boat and knowing they've made it this far, and theyre going to be starting a new life on this island, and that theyre safe, would be enough to just like hit him. like Ough. and thats when he actually consciously realizes that he's happy, when every other waking moment, there's been some kind of empty pit in his stomach eating at him for so long

on top of all of this, he cant really control his emotions very well, either. thats also another massive con to all of it, and a downside of relearning these things because of how strongly they came swinging back. its alot to handle. even if theres so much knowledge packed in his brain, one little thing like that could be enough to make him bluescreen. so he ends up just going on autopilot or stuffing all of it away, just to make the bad stuff stop. (it becomes a very unhealthy habit that bites him in the ass later. everyone is mad at him for not taking care of himself. hajime is then swaddled into a blanket with a kiss on the forehead)

anyway theres probably more to add and id get into the nitty gritty of specific shit but i had to impulsively dump this here so might as well put up the basics. makes me so excited to work on this fic more, even if its in a more somber, different context, i just love to think about hajime and how he works through his emotions and picking up his old traits. yknow, being himself. but at the same time he isn't doing it alone. let my boy be happy. let him find himself again and move on from izuru

[goremet-chef]

DREADFUL so dreadful but the only step is to just reach forward. like all i need to do is pick up my pen but i cant. wish i could tho

art will always be my passion, even if it bothers me sometimes. its all ive ever been good at, fantastic outlet for creativity and emotional buildup but i just. sometimes i cant move and i dont know why and its literally inches away from me but i can hardly move forward yknow? im fine physically, but mentally its like this huge step that seems so intimidating

i feel like i live off of outcomes and when the outcome isnt certain my brain goes haywire and holds me in place until the outcome can settle. but? this outcome IS the same. its so easy, ive done it before. reach and grab, draw what yr dying to draw

im drowning myself in lethal company things im so excited and im . all my minecraft ocs and my sotf ocs like i have so much i need to make and just.. no will to do it. but i want to! want to more than anything. id feel better if i did, which is true i would feel better. when it builds up inside you its OVERWHELMING like insanely so. i can get it out and free myself if i just DO it but theres always this barrier between what i want and what i actually do yknow? very lame

yknow art is my passion even if it hurts me sometimes it makes me very happy and i like to create, everyone likes to create. i like to see what i can do, like to bring all these buzzing thoughts to reality. can hardly hold onto them long enough to do that but i try at least. sometimes i feel really really unreliable and i dont know why?

i dont do commissions anymore, i pretty much ONLY draw for myself. who are you disappointing? who do you THINK yr disappointing? no one even remembers all the times you say "im drawing this 😼", YOU dont even remember all the times you say that. theres no pressure, you can do it whenever you want, it doesnt make you worse or anything. art is for you, you'll get to it when you can

yes :] i think i probably will. im just trying to make myself feel better honestly its something that eats at me and i dont know why?

its like some HORRIBLE combination of impostor syndrome and bpd fears like "oh no im not good enough!!! i need to provide i need to create for others to consume to prove im worthy" and then when i DO create, when too many people like it its.. i feel like ive conned them, surely i didnt make something that good, i must have faked it somehow and the attention is undeserved

SHIT LIKE THAT honest to god all my mento illnesses come together and hold hands like some really fucked up version of the power rangers. all of them collide in the WORST ways possible its. what is bro doing in there !!!! seriously its actually comically tragic but i live in spite this, i probably always will live in spite of it. sometimes im like wow lets let everything wash over and give up, this hell isnt worth it. but isnt it? back and forth black and white, world is ending world is beautiful type shit. when it feels over i just try to remember all that stuff that and it forces me to remember that there is no giving up on this, wouldnt give it up for the world. its mine and ill keep it

as i was saying tho, i feel so much happier drawing when i try to keep it out of mind. like yes, of course i love the attention. who doesnt? but i used to be INCREDIBLY numbers driven for like. hefty chunk of my art history. like little 11 yr old me breaking coppa on dA had so much fun just drawing hot garbage and sharing it and it never got like any likes but i didnt even CARE i just. to be able to create and share is the best part of all

i wish i was like him again. im not that boy, not anymore, but i remember him and i keep him close. all that cringe bullshit and i was having so much fun

ill give myself some credit yknow. im an adult, money is a necessity in this world. art becomes more of a chore and something i feel pressured on because logically its the only thing i can DO right to make a quick buck like. its the one thing i know i can do. but having my passion turn into something like that? dreadful

sometimes you cant avoid it, i just have to do my best to look past it and recognize that beneath all that shit. theres something in me that needs to draw, the same thing that forces me to carry sketchbooks and pencils with me wherever i go, even if i never use them. just this lingering presence that screams at me and tells me that i will create. i will! i will create

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: PREAPOCALYPSE. Negan lies to Lucinda about not being able to have children. She takes matters into her own hands and during a sexual encounter makes him finish inside her. (Inspired by Bridgerton series)

Smut

TW: rape/ non con

Negan and Lucinda

Negan and you had met almost a year ago. Being a manager at a supermarket he shopped at, he always made it a point to act like he had something to talk to the manager about. Eventually asking you out on a date, in time the two of you had become serious with each other.

"How does this look?" You asked Negan as you placed a small frame of seashells in the bathroom.

"Well...you sure gave the place a womans touch," his response making you laugh.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together and a movie at home. A commerical of a pregnant woman came up and it made you smile. Children was something you had already been thinking about with Negan. The conversation had never really been spoken of as you noticed Negan would react strangely to the topic.

"Negan...dont you ever think we're missing something?" The question instantly making him clear his throat, he knew where this conversation was going.

"Not at all, sweetheart. What could we be missing? We're fucking great."

"I know we're great...but I still think we can be greater." Remaing silent he took a sip of his beer making you sigh.

"Negan dont you want to have children?" The question making him choke on his drink.

"Lucinda..that's a conversation for another time."

"What other time, you cant just tell me if you want children or not?" With a serious expression he ignored your question watching the show, his reaction making you annoyed.

"Come on Negan. It's not like we will make one at this moment, you cant just answer the question?"

"Lucinda-"

"You never want to talk about this and it's not fair to me, this is something that we should've spoken about long ago."

"Lucinda!" He suddenly yelled as he stood up in frustration.

"Lucinda. I fucking cant." He looked away as you frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean you cant?" You looked up at him as he turned his back to you with his hands on his hips.

"Lucinda I cant get you pregnant."

"But....I dont understand.." you looked down puzzled. If Negan could not get you pregnant, why did he always pull out every time he had sex with you? What was the point in that.

"What's there not to understand?" He aggresivly turned back to you, clear frustration buried within him.

"I can't give you a damn baby. Now drop it."

Never had Negan spoken to you in such a way. It wasnt fair for him to drop something of this magnitude on to you and just want it dropped without conversation. Leaving you alone in the living room you still wondered how accurate what he said was. You could feel it in you, something did not sound right.

After giving him some time to cool off you approached the bedroom. He lay with one hand behind his head, his eyes on the tv.

"Come here." He unexpectedly spoke shutting the television off. Walking into the room, slowly he pulled you into bed beside him and began kissing you.

"I dont like arguing with you." His deep voice penetrated your ears as he kissed your neck. His hand roaming over your thighs as he nibbled on your ear lobe. Before you knew it both of your clothes were off and Negan was on top of you. Passionately thrusting into you, you moaned against his lips. Gripping tightly onto his back as he continued to move, you could hear him breathing heavily against you. Usually when Negan finished you were either on your back or your knees, today you insisted on trying something different. Knowing his body language and the sounds he'd make when he was close to cumming you waited beneath him as he slammed into you. Screaming against him Negan cursed to himself. It was obvious he was trying his best not to blow. Without him expecting it, you rolled yourself over on top of him and began to ride him. If Negan really couldnt have children you didnt see why your plan would be a problem at all. He looked down at the sight of you hopping on his cock, you noticed him begin to break a sweat.

"Lucinda-" he groaned and you knew this was it, he was about to cum.

"Lucinda...get off.." you felt his hands on your hips attempt to pull you off but the feel of you riding him faster weakened him. Negan turned as red as you had ever seen him as he moaned loudly. Squeezing his eyes shut and tightly grabbing onto your thighs his deep moans filled the room.

"Fuck-" you felt his hips uncontrollably jerk up against you as you slowed down. Throwing his head back, you stopped your movement until he weakly looked down at you.

"Shit....why did you do that?" He asked breathlessly as you remained still on top of him. You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you. The feeling was something you had never felt before and god did it feel amazing. But, the shocked expression in his eyes distracted you from completely enjoying it.

"What's wrong?" You whispered.

"Get up." He responded bluntly making you feel confused. Without saying a word you stood up and watched him put a towel around his waist and light a cigarette.

"Negan?"

"I'll go to the pharmacy and get you that fucking pill." He spoke in a dry tone as you covered yourself up with the blanket.

"What pill?"

"That morning after shit."

"Why would I need one?" You responded stepping close to him. Your question making him look at you at a loss for words.

"Negan....why would I need one? Unless.....unless-" you frowned as you came to realization that Negan had lied to you. Tears welling up in your eyes you looked away feeling shame.

"If you didnt want to have children with me you could've simply told me."

"No, Lucinda its not-" before he could finish you ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. With a sigh of frustration Negan pulled up his pants and made his way to you. Knocking on the bathroom door, Negan called out for you. Regret in his voice as you remained silent wrapped in the covers sitting on the toilet.

"Lucinda open the door."

Wiping away a tear you could hear him taking a deep breath on the other side.

"Baby, it's not about you alright? It's not the way you're thinking-"

"Yes it is!" You suddenly opened the door yelling at him in frustration.

"Stop lying to me, I'm not a little girl. You dont want me to be the mother of your child and that's fine, that's how you feel." Negan frowned listening to you speak with the voice of a broken heart. You truly had no idea how this man felt about you.

"You think I wouldnt want to see you as the mother of my child?" Negan stepped close to you as you looked up at him.

"Look at me. What kind of a fucking father do I'd look like I'd be?" His words were filled with self disappointment and sadness. It crushed you as you realized that it was himself that he didnt believe in.

"You would be amazing." You whispered placing your hand on his chest.

"You dont even give yourself a chance, Negan." Looking down at you as he took in what you expressed, he pulled you close.

"You really think I could be a good dad?"

"The best," you smiled as you looked down at his lips.

"But...if you still want to get the pill. We can do that."

Negan felt conflicted, wanting to have a family with you but doubting himself ate him alive.

The next day Negan purchased the pill. Without saying anything of it you found it sitting at the dining table. You understood Negans way of feeling but boy did you wish you could change it. You wished you could make him see himself from your point of view. Negan stood at the kitchen doorway silently watching you stare at the pill packet in your hand. Not being able to hold himself back he unexpectedly rushed into the kitchen and pulled the packet out of your hand. Throwing it to the side, you gasped as Negan grabbed you and began to kiss you. Roughly he picked you up and sat you down on the counter. Moaning in excitment you felt him reach under your skirt and pull your underwear off. His kisses were intense as you heard the heavy buckle from his belt break open.

"Negan, what's gotten in to you?" You laughed as he kissed your neck. Negan was always a very sexual man but something seemed more aggresive in his nature today. You didnt mind it at all, you loved feeling wanted by him. The two of you moaned simultaneously at the feel of your bodies coming together as one. Negan did not hesitate and pumped into you hard.

"Oh my God-" you gasped wrapping your arms around him. His eyes intense, never taking them off yours.

"This what you want?" He moved aggresivly knocking down things off the counter with each thrust. Moaning and gasping against him you heard him mumble something to himself you couldn't make out. He was an animal, grunting against you but it only aroused you more.

Negan grabbed your neck by one hand and looked directly into your eyes.

"You want to have my baby?" He suddenly asked breathlessly as he held your face.

"Yes, Negan. Yes." You cried out when he bit down on his bottom lip and grunted with one last hard thrust. The look he had as he held onto you tightly making you take in every drop of him made your lips part. Another hard thrust making you squeal as he made you take all of him in. Furrowed brows as he concentrated on your expression, the thought of releasing himself in you unexpectedly turned him on.

Negan pulled out as you leaned back against the wall, the two of you attempting to catch your breath.

"Negan.." you whispered in shock.

"Are you sure...?" You asked before he took the pill that was thrown on the table and got compeltely rid of it. Never had Negan been so sure with what he wanted and he was sure he wanted it with you.

[nyan-koii]

Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen 

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Daddy Cant Save You Now, Princess

Summary- 3.8k Robert (Mr.Softee x Y/N) Robert Pronge is a Hitman for hire, and his target, well it's you. He's supposed to kill you, dispose of the body, earn the payout. But he's got a better idea for you. Written for @jtargaryen18​ 30 Days of Chris challenge. 

Warnings- Triggers, abuse/torture, Non Con, Oral, Male Receiving, Erratic behaviours, launguage, Listen this whole thing is just dark and evil. He wasn't a good person, you will find nothing good in this fic. 

The man stood over your body, his foot giving your unconscious body a rather hard nudge against the ribs and nothing. He had knocked you out cold. Robert had no trouble weaseling his way into your apartment. His guise as a repairman worked, you so trusting and innocent opened the door to him. The sweetest smile on your face when he told you that your father sent him to repair the sink. You gave him a funny look as if you knew him before opening the door further to let him in. Silly little cunt. 

“Of course, I was just telling Daddy that it kept clogging up.” You would flash that soft pink smile of yours that made his cock twitch, and well fuck if it hadn't been a while. His son's whore of a mother had cut him off a while ago. And he didn't feel like shelling out the cash for a hooker. Especially one he had to 'restrain' himself with. Robert made the decision a couple days ago you wouldn't die. Bodies are always just disappearing all the time, would be easy enough to say you were cut up, disposed of all over the fucking place. Well... Wouldn't Daddy shell out a fortune for his little girl, the course would he give you back? Fuck no. You were his. Till your body was no longer satisfying. Or used up. 

“Yes, Daddy sent me.” Robert took on a menacing look, cold, killer, his hands itching to wrap around your sweet bird-like neck to feel how brittle you were. Normally it wasn't his style, but you sweetheart made him feel feral. You made it so easy, a rag from his pocket over your face when he locked you in his hold. Once you collapsed in your arms, he took a dragging breath of your hair, and shuddered while rubbing himself against your ass. You were gonna be fun.  

And now you were unconscious, for the time being. Robert got you dragged out, how fucking easy was that? Not really. Thankfully you had a fire escape out the back of your apartment, and with some maneuvering, he backed his Mr.Softee Ice Cream truck up to it. It was good and dark when he brought you down the escape, stuffing you in the back like someone might toss in a rug they were pissed off at. Your body thunked against the metal of the floor of the van, and he paid no mind to it. Minor, oh so minor for what he wanted to inflict on you. 

When you were waking up on a cement floor, you groaned. A weird taste in your mouth had you smacking your lips, and your tailbone was sore like you had fallen. “What is going on?” you question yourself, rubbing the back of your head as you twist to a sit. And you come face to face with the man who you let in your apartment, his face was literally inches away, you could have rubbed noses with him. Huge wire rim glasses frame his face, and his heavy hair hung around his face framing it. His breath hot and sour, you yelp and try to pull away, but he grabs a fistful of hair, twisting it viciously to keep you from being able to move. “Well look at the Princess, finally awake. Enjoy your beauty sleep Doll? Cause you look like fucking shit.” He laughed darkly, pulling himself to a stand, and dragging you up to, not very graciously, you swore you lost half your hair, making you cry. 

“Who are you? What do you want? Daddy will-" 

Robert's other hand popped you in the face, mimicking in a high pitched sweet voice. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Come save me Daddy.” he sneered in a way you could have sworn the man had fangs, so deviously looking at you as you struggled, which did nothing to loosen his hold. “Oh please. Daddy ain't seeing you ever again Princess. So you might as well give that up. You're my little fuck toy now. Should have learned not to let people into your apartment.” He yanked on your head again, sending you sprawling forward onto a dirty mattress in the corner of the room. Your face planted in it, muffling a cry and making you inhale against the unimaginable dirty fabric. It was brown spotted with what you feared to be blood, and you rolled quickly to see him shucking clothes, talking to himself. 

“Break her in, yes sir. Ain't had my dick sucked in some time, but right now I want to see what she's got under that skirt of hers. Oh Mr.Softee, you've earned this.” And that's when it clicked, the ice cream truck across the street you visited the other day, standing in line till you got to the window, and out popped the driver's head, long hair resting just over his shoulder and huge sunglasses covering half his face. 

“Whaddya want sweet thing?” He grinned, his teeth slightly off yellow, like that of a smoker. It was slightly off-putting, but he seemed nice none the less. 

“Do you have any of those rocket pops?” You asked with some excitement, all this well it brought you back to Summers on the beach. Right down to the ice cream truck. The familiar logo on the side of the creemee with a face, arms, and legs. An oddball cartoon character of an ice cream cone. 

“Sure we do sweetheart, give me just a second.” And he disappeared, you played with your coins, feeling like it was taking a bit longer then it should, a line forming behind you when he came back to the window, the all familiar red, white, and blue ice looking extra cold, extra tasty on this hot day, licking your lips with expectation as you held up your change to him. 

“No no, a pretty thing like you, Nah. My freebie of the day.” He pulled down his sunglasses enough to wink at you, and a shiver ran up your spine as you gave a little wave while leaving. Was that the ice cream or the man that caused that.  

Robert smirked as you walked away, crossing the street with a sweet little away to your hips under your flowing skirt, the way you would bring that popsicle up to your lips to suck on the ice. Cursing with an appreciative groan thinking of those pretty pink lips sucking his cock in just the same way, the next person in line spoke up. “Are you giving away free ice cream today Mister?” 

Robert immediately snapped his eyes to the kid looking hopeful. “What? Fuck no, what the hell do I look like a charity? If you ain't got money, git outta here brat.”  

You blanched hearing him, and look wildly around the room, for any way out. Scrambling across the mattress and pulling yourself to a stand, you bolt to a steel door, grabbing at the meat locker style handle and yanking on it. There's a menacing laugh behind you, followed by snorts as you look over your shoulder to see Robert in just a pair of boxers descending on you. You bolt to the right, looking for windows. Maybe you can crawl out a window, and you balk at the wall when you see, all of them, boarded up except for ones ten plus feet up, letting in the morning light. “Where you going, Princess? My little sweet treat? Awww, you think you get to just say no to me? You get to leave? Your such a stupid little cunt bitch.” His voice taunting. You whipped around to face him, on your toes as you shifted towards another door, one that looked regular. He grinned when he saw your plan. 

“Do it, Princess, if you can get out that door, I will let you go.” He winked at her, this was the face of the devil, and you spit at him when he lunged, racing to the door, wrenching it open you fall into a closet-sized bathroom, screaming in fear and frustration when he now really does have you cornered, laughing shrilly as he yanks you out, and stuns you with a blow to the head. Not enough to make you pass out like before, but stunning you enough so when he yanked you into his chest, licking the side of your face like you were an ice cream cone, you didn't try to stop him. 

“Oh fucking hell Princess, that was good. GOOD. I love it when you bitches do that. Think I'm fucking stupid or something.” This time your heart is sinking and bile is rising in your stomach making you gag. Robert rolls his eyes as you stumble along. Your mind process all he's saying, what is going on. He's had other victims in here before, other women locked in this room. Where he's god and your nothing. This time you try tearing at his hand. “Let me go! LET ME GO!” Your screaming now as loud as he could, and he whips you around to face him, again your face gets it, hard enough to whip your face back and forth and he pinched your cheek in a hold, snarling at you. “Fucking keep it up, and I'm gonna shove something so far down your throat, your fucking little voice will break, Ya Hear Me? Disrespecting little cunt, probably the pussy won't even be worth this effort.” 

Shoving you down, he was just as quickly over the top of you, catching your hands and twisting you till you were on your stomach, screaming and calling him every name you could think of in the book. It wasn't many, you were proper good girl cause your daddy expected it, and Robert, will he found that fucking stupidly cute. His cute little dumb Princess. “Please! Daddy will pay anything you ask for, just give me back to him!” 

Robert leaned over you, your hands pinned at your back, and his knee shoved hard between your thighs to rub against your core. It hurt how hard he was pressing against you, crashing down on your back so dragging in the air was damn near impossible, pushing your face back into the mattress, he gave a fucking little giggle of delight, you shuddering when his hair dragged across your face you twisted to the side so you could breathe. “Daddy is gonna pay my employer. Everything he asks for, cause he's already got the news.” He ripped your panties off and hiked that skirt up over your ass. Robert pinched it with his free hand, making you arch to get away, but he yanked your hips back up for his access. “His little princess pride and joy is Dead. Killed and disposed of, never to be seen again. Gotta protect your sisters, right? Oh, he's coming up with the money right now to keep your other little snot-nosed brat siblings safe. Your fucking dad has more kids then fucking brain cells.” 

Tears fell, and fell and fell as he fucked you right there on that dirty mattress, taunting you the whole time, whipping you around, covering you in bruises and bite marks. They fell when he rolled away, satisfied he 'broke in his new toy' as he called you, and they fell as he got his coat and left you all alone with nothing more than a sore body, dirty mattress, and a single chair table set. This was now your life, your entire existence. 

The time he left you alone, you searched the entire room high and low. Trying to pry the boards off the windows that were close to the ground, but when you chipped away at one, heavy bars were blocking anyway out, and you looked, nothing but a desolate lot facing some train tracks. Which you studied for hours. Not a soul passed through, not a train whizzed by. You pulled back and looked around the room again, to find nothing but the giant steel door. Your only way to escape. You stomp over to it, and wrench on the handle, yank and tear at it till your nails are bloodied stubs of what they used to be. Your feet try kicking at it in frustration, crying out when your toes smash against it, and you fall in front of it, sobbing. 

A couple of days later he returns, a paper bag in his hand. He whistles as he comes in, shoving the door to lock behind him and looks at you sitting on the corner of the mattress, staring off at nothing, then snapping back at him. “You came back... I didn't think you would.” He snorted as if you were being ridiculous and rolled his eyes with an exaggeration. “Fucking drama queen much Princess? Course I'm coming back. Fucking stupid as you look.” He set the bag down, and you didn't dare move, dare approach him. He yanks out some bags of gas station chips, beef jerky, snack cakes, and a few bottles of water, dumping them on the table. As well as a bottle of soap. “I expect you to stay clean" He tossed the bottle at you that bounced on the mattress. “I ain't fucking no dirty whore. Did that enough with my son's mother.” 

He chortles as if amused and you kick the bottle away from you. “Fuck you.” That made him snap ramrod straight, peering over his glasses at you. “What. Did. You. Just. Say?” 

“You heard me perfectly clear, Fuck off you fucking dick.” 

“Oh your gonna wish you ain't never said that.” and before you could even try to get away, he straddled you onto the mattress, shoving your hands under his knees, he rolled forward to put all his weight into your wrists, making you cry out and screaming even louder. “I told you before, I like my bitches loud. Keep screaming, gives me a fucking hard on.” And he was right, staring you right in your face was a tent in his uniformed pants. wrenching your mouth to open with the use of pressure against your jaw, and using his teeth, he pried the bottle top off. 

“Think you can talk with a filthy mouth princess? Gotta clean out all that shit you be spewing with soap.” And he tipped that bottle, squeezing the blue soap to fall into your mouth, slipping to the back of your throat, and tossing the bottle aside, he used the heel of his hand to snap your jaw shut and covered your mouth and nose. “SWALLOW IT!” You start gagging underneath him, tears brimming and falling, heaving as if you were going to puke. Last second he released you, and you rolled spitting up the blue bubbles soap, already starting to get activated. 

Of course that wasn't the end of it, he taught you all sorts of things he enjoyed that night. Making you choke on his cock, making you gag and lungs burn like they couldn't breathe, waiting until you were starting to turn red and fought to pull off him to take that breath of air. “You ain't never sucked cock before? all bitches need to know how to handle dick in the mouth.” He shoved you back on him, and you were praying he would finish soon. Tearing you apart from the inside out, leaving you broken again. 

After he's sitting on the edge of the mattress, yanking on his pants and grunting as he got up, twisting to look at his back “aww shit, Princess you did mark me fucking up. Just blame it on a whore when the wife asks. Not that she fucking cares.” You try to move, but it just hurts, all of you hurts. He leans down and pops his hand against your cheek and you open your mouth to protest, him grasping your chin to keep your mouth open for a lewd kiss. “Mmmhh, you taste all squeaky clean. Too bad we know your not. See you soon Princess, foods on the table. Better make it last, might be a few days.” 

And with that he left, your second time with Robert was just as horrifying as the first. After several hours you nibbled on the cakes and sipped on the bottle of water, grimacing whenever you felt the soap taste in your mouth. You could feel yourself breaking just a bit more with each second passing. You tried to convince yourself that your Dad would save you, he just had to. But you knew deep down he would just take you as a lost cause. He still had your other siblings to worry about. 

Your life became routine. He would come for a night or a day, fuck you in all brutal manners, some times afterward he would shove you away from him when he was done, usually along the lines of “Get off me you filthy cunt. Don't you ever clean yourself up? Not even worth the effort fucking you good and proper anymore.” Other times he would have you lay your head on his chest, and he would be... kind and gentle. Talk about his latest hit with his partner Richard. It would make you grimace in horror how he described the use of the poisons when they would freeze the bodies, packing the ice cream he would sell to innocent little kids and there stupid dumb ass parents. Bodies kept the cones more solid he claimed. How you envied those people. They got to have a painless existence with him. Nothing more then shells gone from this world. 

You hated them more then you should, and you always felt guilty for it. 

The only other constant thing was the gas station food. You would give anything for a piece of fruit, a sandwich, anything that was real. Not beef jerky, and chips. He even limited the bottles of water when he caught you drinking the dirty tap out of desperation. That day when he was shoving shit on the table, he seemed to be fine, even pulling out a hair clipping kit and yanking the chair out to sit down. “Get over here, you any good with cutting hair? I need it shaved off, fucking all gone.” He plopped in the chair. “Come on Y/N, ain't got all fucking day.” Maybe, just maybe if you are good, you can ask him for a favor. You put on your sweetest smile, the one you knew he liked and approached him. Looking down in his lap, was a cocked pistol. He caught you looking at him. “You know, in case you decide to do some stupid shit.”  

You sheer off his matted hair, trim it up best you could with what he gave you, and underneath it all, there was not a bad looking man. You were taken aback at feeling that way looking at him, but you were. His hand came up to brush through the bristles, and yanked you in his lap, grinding you against his erect cock. “Good Girl Princess, look at you finally learning to not be a little brat and be good for once.” 

“Really Robert?” You bite your lip, and you see his eyes flashing at you, his hand hiking up your skirt and rubbing at your bare pussy, working to make you slick for him. It was distracting, but you wouldn't forget, couldn't forget, and he claimed you were a good girl after all. “would I fucking say it if I didn't mean it? Why do you say this stupid shit?”  

He kept fingering you, so far gentlest he's ever treated you and you contemplated waiting, but he was smart and sensed your hesitation. “You should probably just tell me, what the hell is it?” He twisted his wrist and hit that spot he once in a while would have you falling apart for him. “Oh...I... wondered if maybe, you could...” You panted and fisted your hands in his shirt. “would bring me an apple?” 

“Your kidding, you want a God damn apple?” Robert's lips curled up, and you knew you made a mistake. He wrenched his fingers out of you and shoved you off his lap to the floor, wincing as you tried to get away from his boots. He managed to plant one, right on your ass to send you skittering across the floor. “I work my ass off to keep you taken cared of up here, your daddy has given up on you. And you aren’t even fucking grateful! I bring you food and company.” He ripping into the bags, and you're crawling across the floor, clutching at his leg. “Please! No, I'm sorry Robert! I appreciate it, all of it!” 

“Too late, if I wasn't too tired I would do worst.” He spitting in everything, smooshing it all together and breaking it. “You can eat the soggy crumbs, remember who gives them to you when you eat my spit, Princess. All a cunt bitch like you deserves. Get on the mattress, face down ass up. All your fucking good for.” 

At this point you don't have any fight left in you, you do as he tells you, and as he's pounding you from behind, hand fisted in your hair to keep your head tipped back so he could lean over easier and spat in your face, he's having you tell him 'Thank you' over and over, how bad you were, how worthless you were, how loving and kind he was. He jizzed all over your back when he was finished. “Think about what you are worth to me Princess, cause one of these days I might not come back.” 

You just stare at him while laying on your side, watching him dress, nodding to him. “Yes Robert, I understand.” 

“Do you? Do you fucking understand?” He leaned over and spit in your face one last time to drive his point home before he grabbed his jacket. “Cause I don't have time for you to be a cunty bitch all the damn time. Somedays I'm tired. Tired of the attitude Princess.” He strides towards the door. “See you in a couple of days. If I feel like it.” 

A couple of days passed and you don't see him. You figure he must still be mad at you, and punishing you in another sick twisted way. More days pass and madness starts to set in. Another fear, was he serious this time? You pass your days prying off the wooden boards, praying someone will pass, but no one ever does. This is a warehouse, no one comes to look at warehouses, they are the eyesores of the city. 

More days pass, your food is gone, your resulting in drinking as much water as possible to keep your hunger pains from making you feel sicker than you already do. Panic, cold and sharp has started to set in. His thread rattling in your brain. Think about what you're worth to me Princess, cause of these days I might not come back. Had you pushed him that far? You cried while banging on that door, listening, praying someone would hear you. And each day there was nothing but silence. 

How much longer could you last?  

[savnofilter]

TW: MENTIONS OF DISCOURSE, GR//MING, P/D/PHILIA, ASS//LT, C//NSENT, D//RK CONTENT.

- this isnt under a read more because i want people to read this, but please read past this/tread carefully if you cannot handle such topics. this is not meant to be interacted with.

I'm not sure how to really go about this. I've been overthinking if I should address this and bring up some stuff while I've been gone, so sorry the absence. I deleted the tumblr app a few days ago and I downloaded it again today so i could post this. I really don't like making posts like this because it cuts the vibe that I've been trying to portray that everything is okay and it makes me feel really disconnected to you guys. I am sorry for the abrupt absence and cutting off any source of communication between us. I knew if I left any form of direct line of talk to me that I would receive hate and I just mentally decided that I cant sit through being harassed right now.

Have you guys ever paid attention to the same people who always have a statement to say or is always in discourse? It's very telling how everyone can post about me, but I shouldnt dare post about them. I'm tired of not being able to post about what I want��without people vague posting about me, bringing me up every time they start another discourse with another writer or directly talking about me. My days on here are starting to feel the same. Its good then it goes bad. Good goes bad and bad goes good. It's not even tiring, annoying, or angering -- its repetitive. When I'm not saying anything people create fake stories about me, and when i speak about it im the one starting discourse. Don't get me wrong, I'm nowhere near perfect and I have made my own mistakes. But why the fuck am I always being told to be the mature one, why am I the one who should've done better, why do you people expect so much from me. It's the fact people are always quick to say, "no one cares about you, youre fishing for attention" when they're the ones who vague and interact with me while ive been minding my business for months now. Hm. The fact people have me proudly blocked but still harass me anyways shows a lot about themselves than it does for me. How its such an issue that im a minor until it comes to demonizing, tearing down my character, gaslighting, lying and bullying. I'm a literal example of how their friend group manipulates their followers and exiles people from fandoms for not kissing their ass. except now its in your face.

Consider this my last post about this discourse. I'm not going to waste my time on people who fail to digest other peoples thoughts and opinions time and time again because theyre weak narcissists. If I so choose to decide to shit post my opinions or argue with someone, none of you should be aggravated or moved by it because youre not even supposed to be on my page. If its not something serious i will not be wasting energy that i can be using to build on myself as a growing person than on miserable old ladies that have to use fanfiction to have excitement in their pity, depressing and lackluster lives. If people so do choose to create stories or vague about me, I do not care. So I ask respectfully to people who do lurk on my page to not attempt to message, post or vague about me please. This includes sending anons to yourself to make shit happen.

Past that, something got me thinking. My (older) friend had showed me screenshots of adult writers (no one i have spoken to) that were very excited to write underaged reader with adult characters. There are other instances where writers (that you have probably read from) on here openly made reader underage while aging characters up as adults/with adults. There are many more but there's really no point in listing them nor do I really care. But least to say, the same people who are gung-ho over these pedophilic themes/stories are the same people who support predatory people.

I've been thinking about whether or not i should continue writing for the students anymore. Granted, I still think they're attractive because one snap of the fingers cant stop that. I had been teetering on this thought for awhile because of how borderline pedophilic the people are here towards my age group. I enjoy writing but not to the point of willingly being in a straight line of sight where people who are well over 16 are harassing me and lurking on my page, especially to other minors solely because they are my friends. Backtracking to the statement before, I honestly dont know if I will either stop writing or just for the students as a whole. It shows that clearly some people are using their attraction to teens with the excuse that the characters are fake. The rapid normalization on dark problematic "kinks" is disgusting and vile, and the fact that its discourse now to shame said interests is appalling. Concluding that combined with my experiences here, i feel unsafe.

***(TRIGGER WARNING)*** I dont talk about my personal life on here that much cause I dont see the need too nor do i think its anyone's business. Paired with the fact that the people i have trusted personal information with have used it against me, I will be preventing myself from opening that door. Besides that for now, I have sparsely shared I've been assaulted before. This is my first time really opening up about this and i kind of find it necessary now. Coming from someone who has been a victim of assault and CP by people my age and well over, writing nsfw has been the only way where I could feel comfortable with sex in general. I won't get into details because mentioning this is triggering already and can make people uncomfortable. It feels like anywhere I go, I'm constantly putting myself in a position to be abused. The same people who told me I didn't have to worry about my age and be judged for it, exposed the minimum comfort of keeping myself private online to demonize, judge and hurt me. People call me "extra" for being distraught about my face and age being posted because they think im trying to be sneaky which isn't the case. Its the principle that they KNEW I wasnt ready to share said things, and coming from someone who is inherently a private and closed person, she knew damn well what she was doing when posting screenshots of me on Tumblr. There is no excuse for it. The same writers who write dub/non-con can BARELY understand basic consent and its fucking terrifying. This site was the only other place I could cope without being criticized. To see people who some i was close to proudly lie on my name, (adults) say that i sent them pornographic content without their consent is so very hurtful. To watch people supposedly be victims and then use their own trauma to invalidate my own was so fucking humiliating, disgusting and nerve wracking. Although I knew I made the terrible decision to interact with stories, I have never initiated any NSFW discussion with anyone in DMs unless they did it with me first and a few times -- and trust me raise your hand I'll show you the proof. I was sure that everyone I talked to regularly knew that I was a minor, and to my general consensus, people were under the impression I was 15/16 (which I was and am).***

Whether it be victim blaming from the grooming discourse, I've been met with racism, harassment towards my friends, people wanting me to harm myself and be assaulted. I fear what will happen when i will turn 18, if the harassment will escalate and what not. A big part of me is that I'm still here anyways because it pisses people off and I don't care when I receive hate. I can take it but I don't want it. A good conscious of me knows that I should be doing what's best for me but at the end I'm still attached to my ego-self with the added fact that I sincerely enjoy interacting with my followers and posting stories.

I just don't know how the options look. I'll probably be updating my blog rules as of right now. I've been writing more sfw lately because of this and it'd be nice if you guys supported those until I properly decide. I still have plenty of requests of a bunch of characters (mostly Bakugo and Dabi) and original stuff (all sfw & nsfw) that I really wanna share with you guys. But I just ask that what I do modify that you will respect it like you would to any other writer on here.

Stay safe, keep your mask on, and thank you.

[baebeyza]

Pros and Cons of all the TF shows I watched [updated: Unicron Trilogy and BW Neo]

Update info: Whyever the hell I wrote this and why people care about my opinion is beyond my current understanding, but @chaoticgirl23 asked for the Unicron Trilogy I hadn't watched back then, so- Also decided to write down if I actually like the show or not xD

(also I removed wfc, because I cant really judge after all with the show not being finished) My personal opinions + stuff that can be dubbed controversial and problematic, so beware for racism and sexism! But also beware of my idiotic attempts at humour

G1 (loved the show with all my heart)

Pros:

- The original show

- big cast of loveable characters

- Really awesome human side characters

- Very clever and witty dialogue

- fucking batshit insane

- Rodimus Prime is babe

Cons:

- apart from Arcee, female autobots being treated like a subspecies and only appearing in like one episode (3 if you are generous)

- Motherfucking country called “Carbombya”

- Some human characters are actually shit (those boys from B.O.T)

- Rodimus fucks as a human and not as a robot

- Everything animated by AKOM

- Galvatron’s portrayal as a person with brain-damage reads as ableistic (Personally I still love his G1 version more than the others I’ve seen)

- The “You’re only truly disabled if you lose your courage” line from Chip, it was explained to me that it’s ableistic as well

Headmasters (loved the show)

Pros:

- exciting plot

- characters die, fuck yeah

- Planets get destroyed, fuck yeah

- <3 ~ Power of Friendship ~ <3

- Sixshot is babe

Cons:

- Everything about Cyclonus and Wheelie

- Rodimus fucks off after episode 10 and never comes back

- Arcee going from warrior to secretary

- If you come from IDW I have to break it to you that Chromedome is straight

SuperGod  Masterforce (loved the show with all my heart)

Pros:

- A darker and more serious storyline if you’re into that

- Lots of character arcs and well-written characters in general

- Decepticons having a more family like dynamic

- Decepticons with a level of depth to them

- Redemption much

- Ginrai is babe

Cons:

- This show’s focus is on the humans so if you don’t like human TF characters, this aint for you

- The character Cab has a level of racist stereotyping - he comes from a fictional country in Oceania called Karin and the depiction of that country is everyone living in wood homes and having no electricity. (The show plays in the future so that makes it worse) Cab himself gets introduced as a Tarzan kinda dude who can talk with animals.

While I found Cab himself not bad as a character, the problem with how his background is written sure is stupid and insulting. There isn’t a lot of focus on his country in the show however, but it’s still there

- There is a scene in which the boys Shuta and Cab spy on girls during swim class (they get called out and apologize for it though and the “fanservice” scene itself is really damn modest and tame)

Victory (loved the show)

Pros:

- Similiar fun tone as G1

- lovable cast of idiots

- Exciting episode plots

- Leozack is babe

Cons:

- The only two prominent female characters are love interests and nothing else (which is drop in quality when compared to Masterforce, which had Minerva as a fleshed out autobot with agency and Mega as an interesting female villain)

- Leozack never punches Deszaras in the face

- Fucking retcons the destruction of Mars in Headmasters

Beast Wars (loved with all my heart)

Pros:

- Really compelling story and characters!!!

- Well written dialogue

- Wonderful character animation

- Dinobot is HONOUR and babe. Also I’m crying

- Megatron and his bullshit

Cons:

- Megatron and his bullshit

- That stupid love triangle subplot in season 3

- Some major plotline not being fully developed (the Vok plotline)

Beast Wars II (liked the show)

Pros:

- The Predacons in general

- Lio Convoy (the Optimus of the show) having a son

- Galvatron is babe and so is Starscream

Cons:

- Maximals are lame apart from Lio Convoy and the arc with his son Lio Junior

- A lot of uninteresting characters an episodes

- The Jointrons as racist mexican stereotypes

- Only female robot is part of a love triangle (even more annoying than the love triangle in Beast Wars)

Beast Wars Neo (liked the show)

Pros:

- Big Convoy being a lone wolf turned teacher was a really sweet story to follow <3 How he and his team learnt to trust each other over the course of the show was really nice!

- Unicron in this show was a delight

- D-Navi was always fun

- Magmatron was a rather nice Decepticon leader

- Heinrad is babe

Cons:

- No girls (Boo!)

Beast Machines (very conflicted, tend to dislike)

Pros:

- Plays entirely on Cybertron

- Explores themes of technology and organic life forms and really tries to be something different and deep

- The last episode is really nice

- Jetstorm is babe

Cons:

- No fun allowed - the maximals are really frustrating because we only ever see them being angry and fighting and a lot of them only show us their worst sides

- The maximal character models are HIDEOUS

- You may not actually like the philosophical aspect of the show, especially when you think too long about it and realise it’s kinda shit

Robots in Disguise 2001/ Car Robots (liked the show)

Pros:

- New continuity! New story, new take!

- Funny and lighthearted

- Cute characters

- Sky-Byte/Gel-Shark is babe

- Ultra Magnus/God Magnus is a fucking jerk and I love it 

Cons:

- Sideburn/Speedbreaker’s gag about loving red sport cars and chasing after them - it’s played as a joke all the time but I can see that stuff making people uncomfortable when they see the female driver trying to get away from him and his catcalling (Apart from that I do like him a lot though)

Armada/Micron Densetsu (disliked the show)

Pros:

- Lots of feels between Megatron and Optimus

- Starscream's arc

- The ending arc

- Jetfire was babe

Cons:

- The pacing was unbearable

- Half the time the characters didn't act like people and I was confused about almost every conflict, action and point they made. It's not a great story when I watch episode and need an hour to figure what the hell the story even was

- The parts I liked in concept are not helped by how unnatural and weird the characters acted at times. I liked the ending, but how they got there was so weird that I just can't enjoy it

Energon/Superlink (loved the show)

Pros:

- Megatron/Galvatron - Everything about him

- The japanese voice acting was fantastic!

- Really nice death scenes (I love death scenes btw)

- Mirage/Shockfleet being in love with Megatron

- Bringing back old names apart from Megatron and Optimus

- Rodimus being an equal to Optimus was a nice touch

- The few scenes it was 2D animated

- Jetfire/Skyfire is babe

Cons:

- Animation

- The "for the toys" thing kinda ruined some characters, where instead of getting the toys as completely new characters, they killed old ones and brought them back with a new model. It did suck story-telling wise (and me, loving death scenes, get annoyed when a death scene gets ruined by bringing the character back). So you got all these character arcs that feel like the just stopped

Cybertron/Galaxy Force (loved the show with all my heart)

Pros:

- Love the setting and world with all the different colonies and how they were explored ~

- Optimus Prime, this one is my favourite version of him!

- Vector Prime, they should bring him back

- All the different leaders

- The friendship between the characters- this show has my favourite set of Autobots from all TF media

- This also has my favourite Mega&Star dynamic

- Starscream himself is so well done here!

- Jetfire/Dreadlock was babe

Cons:

- Megatron was lacklustre. When it came to him and his dynamics with other characters (apart from Starscream), he was hardly written as a person with feelings. He never reacts to anything happening within the ranks of Decepticons and it is really disappointing, because there was a lot of potential! (with Flame Convoy and Chromia specifically)

Animated (loved the show)

Pros:

- Character writing, plot and themes!

- Lighthearted tone but enough scenes that dig a little deeper

- Really nice and smooth animation

- Optimus is baby

Cons:

- The chins

- No 4th season

Prime (loved the show)

Pros:

- Best friggin fight scenes and animation in general

- Really exciting plot 

- Ratchet is babe

Cons:

- Predacon Rising exists

- Characters dying for budget reasons (Just don’t hire celebrities when you cannot pay them for more?)

Robots in Disguise 2015 (it's okay)

Pros:

- ...the Stunticons are babe

Cons:

- characters never developing and learning the same shit over and over again

- almost no interesting villains

- even the interesting ones being shoved aside a lot 

- no real built-up for the climax

- lots of filler and not enough time spent on the actual plot of a corrupt Cybertron goverment

Prime Wars Trilogy (loved the show with all my heart)

Pros:

- Megatron, everything about him, he’s babe

- I really like the soundtrack

Cons:

- Bad storytelling, both narrative and visual

- Horrible or mediocre voice acting

- Static and bad facial expressions

- Static and bad character animation

- Feels like no one involved in the production had any idea how to tell a story

Cyberverse (meh)

Pros:

- Really cute as fuck

- Big cast 

- Astrotrain is babe

Cons:

- No time for character arcs, they just jump from set up to conclusion with nothing in-between

- Unfocused plot that jumps from one idea to another

- Megatron broke my heart and I hate him

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 28

catch me completely ignoring dark cybertron lmao

yeahhhh so I'm just gonna skip dark cybertron bc no thanks. I did read the tf wiki articles for the issues tho, which is more than I did in the past, so at least now I kinda know what happened, though I had to suffer thru reading about dark cybertron to learn stuff about it. yikes. reading ABOUT dark cybertron further enforced my decision to not actually read thru it

anyways. the best part of dark cybertron was when chromedome threw prowl off that cliff. that was baller lmfao

a 1 page recap of dark cybertron is about all I can handle. thank you

ooh, the 6 months later smash-cut, I fucking love itttt

nautica’s here!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy I love her. also brainstorm, and I love their friendship sm

hvbjdkhfbshdfj god I love them. they have such a fun dynamic 

everyone eavesdropping on a therapy session vhbhdjkhafbhkjsdf. hipaa laws mean nothing as usual 

the casual reveal of captain megatron, oh god 

the title fucking slaps, as usual. this is one of my favorites - ‘world, shut your mouth.’ great stuff, and a song title/reference to boot! and this being part 1: towards peace...chefs kiss

and then we flash back to 6 months earlier...yknow now that I'm rereading this, mtmte has a LOT of framing devices used - there's story-within-a-story, flashback/flash-forwards, storytelling with narration, etc...I love it

god hbvhjakdfbshjkdf rodimus saying ‘magic’ and then the little *magic = science rodimus doesn't understand HBGKJHSDBFKHJSDF my idiot boy ily

rodimus roasting prowl is my fav hbfjdkafshsbjkf ‘maybe the knights can help us find a cure for your personality’ ily sm

and then prowl agreeing w/rodimus a few panels later about megatron’s guilt...

optimus...don't you think that making yourself chief of justice is...maybe a bad idea...like, maybe there's a conflict of interests here...just a little bit of bias...a bit too much history, perhaps...

the fact that all the big roles in the trial were given to high-ranking autobots who were heavily involved in the war...I see that cybertrons justice system is as much of a farce as their medical ethics and patient confidentiality laws 

the ‘you BROKE the MATRIX’ panel is so good bjhkdhfbajskhdf

rodimus: LISTEN dad I just wanna resume my space cruise with my frat bro ship I have no interest in politics

psychiatrists HATE him! local former warlord refuses to recognize the validity of psychological analyzation of people’s actions

ravage casually breaking hipaa laws and chilling in megatron’s therapy session like >:3

I love rung...he’s so good at like, passive-aggressively cutting right to the heart of someone’s issues, and he’s so generally mild that you can’t even really get mad at him 

the sudden inclusion of megatron as a major character in mtmte is kinda jarring at first - mostly, for me at least, due in part because I didn't read dark cybertron so this is like, megatron’s introduction as a relevant character in general - but I feel like jro does a great job laying a lot of intrigue down from the very beginning w/his character - like, I already want to know more about what his whole deal is, even though we have, ostensibly, seen pretty much all of his story play out already 

rung name-dropping froid...i remember that made me lose my shit bc cmon. FROID....jesus christ

rung and megatron: holy shit! we’re suddenly being drawn in a 90s-esque sci-fi tron-looking retro-futuristic style!

interesting that megatron sought rung out, and not the other way around

RIPTIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favorite sharkboy is HERE

CREWDITIONS...YES....

‘we’re not allowed to take anyone who might remind rodimus of prowl’ vhbhjdkshfbhaskfd brutal

I love nautica so so much. a perfect autistic scientist after my own heart

I adore that nautica brought chromia along for moral support

hgvbjdakhfbhsj and then swerve saying that rodimus hates ‘trisyllabic names’ and nautica is like....but....‘rodimus’.....

and then nightbeat busts in to get all bbc sherlock on they asses hgbfhjadkfbjaskdf

WHY was perceptor at the crewditions if he was already part of the crew lmao

ooof, and then we have megatron flipping out when chromedome, a mnemosurgeon, shows up

also damn the autobots were rlly like okay so we wanna speed this trial up so lets just like, probe megatrons brain, that seems completely ethical, especially when you consider the history of shadowplay and stuff that our previous government had

I know important stuff is happening but megatron is holding a CUBE and I love CUBES so I'm distracted by that. C U B E

and then right after a scene where we see chromedome willing to perform mnemosurgery again - despite rewind’s like, dying wish for him not to - we hear that he’s been locked up in his room rewatching rewinds goodbye message over and over again :( I'm fucking depressed

I love nightbeat, he’s so funny and kind of an asshole

and then you see more missing letters behind them next panel...clearly nightbeat is right and there’s a mystery afoot...OR somebody is fucking with the ship’s lettering as a prank, which is a plot point I would absolutely buy

yeahhhh skids is right, chromedome is clearly Not dealing 

the dramatic graffiti on megatrons door...I wanna know who spray-painted ‘die’ everywhere like they're reaper overwatch

oh god. whirl vs megatron

really cool red lighting tho

GOD its so brutal, all the stuff megatron said about how he told the cons not to kill whirl...and doesn't that end up being false anyways? so he was just saying it to dig at whirl, which is awful

also I'm never over the fact that literally everyone - including megatron and whirl - blames whirl for ‘turning megatron violent,’ as if the entire Point isn't that whirl was a tool for a corrupt system, and if it wasn't whirl it would've just been someone else, and megatron turning away from pacifism was inevitable given the circumstances, AND also a choice on his part, so he really only has himself to blame for his OWN ACTIONS

bye bye whirls right arm, see you in lost light 

‘people never stop changing’ that IS something I say all the time...damn you warlord grandpa! how can you steal my philosophies?!

ohhh man and then rewind’s goodbye message being different....oooh

AUGH the fact that whirl was basically trying to goad megatron into killing him, just like he did in issue 1 w/cyclonus...It Hurts Man

also I do love the hint at who he’s talking to w/whirl shooting megatron with the bow and arrow earlier, and we know that atomizer is a fan of those

ok, but here’s where my philosophy diverges - megatron talks about throwing away his past and starting new, but I think that you have to learn from and build on your past...either way, megatron’s arc is one that I enjoy greatly from a character writing standpoint, and I'm excited to get it underway, especially w/how controversial it is lmao

big ole double-page spread...I like how you can pick out individual characters in the background crowd, which is crazy cause that's a LOT of people. also how come cosmos is so HUGE

phewwww 4.6 billion cybertronians died in the war, that’s INSANE. that's like, an incomprehensibly huge number. is there an estimate for their current population? I bet its not a lot. no wonder jro leaned into reproductive themes so much in mtmte/ll - of course the continuation of your species would be a concern for many if your numbers have been that greatly reduced

optimus w/his fancy tyrest-lookin crown

oughdajbfsbdf and the fact that megatron ALSO murdered 100 BILLION non-cybertronians...bruh. I feel like they maybe should've dialed those numbers back a little to allow his ‘redemption arc’ to run a little smoother lmao. but also I admire the commitment either way

and then we end w/megatron doing captain stuff, and seeing The Coffin...and we never did see rodimus in any of the flash-forward parts of this issue, did we???? I love how concerning that is. where's my BOY

also of course we gotta remember the warning from way back at the beginning of mtmte: ‘don't open the coffin’....

and so begins mtmte s2! man I love s2. I love mtmte in general lmao. s2 takes on the impossible w/the whole ‘megatron redemption arc’ thing, and I know that’s like, a divisive plot point and stuff, but from a writing standpoint I enjoyed it a lot...I think it was pretty much as well done as it could've been given the enormity of the task, and I thought it was a really interesting direction for the story to go in 

also espec if it’s true that hasbro was like ‘hey jro put megatron in your story and give him a redemption arc’ rather than jro like, planning/asking to do it 

anyways. I doubt ill talk much abt the disc horse(tm) here bc this is just for fun and also my own personal opinions and whatever, but I for one am excited to reexperience this stuff 

so yeah s2 off to a strong start with some wild shit already happening! cant wait to read more!

[superfanficnatural]

Convention Weekend Part 5

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader, Jared Padalecki x Female!F/N (Your best friend)

Summary: After entering a singing competition to get a chance to meet your lifelong crush Jensen Ackles, you and your best friend (F/N), travel to Texas where the con was taking place.

A/N: Here is part 5 y’all! There was a lot of dialogue I wanted to put into this so it’s a bit of a longer read. Please listen to the song “Never Enough” by Loren Allred to get a feel of the dialogue.(Only for when the reader is singing!!!)Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, implied smut, eventual smut, probably some others that I cant think of.

Masterpost

Gif again isn’t mine, I found it on google

“My WHAT” you nearly shouted.

“Your live performance tomorrow? You forget?” Jensen asked with a smirk on his beautiful lips.

“Oh God, I completely forgot, so much has happened.”

“Do you know what song you’re going to sing?”

“I didn’t know I had the option to choose.”

“You do, just make sure you figure out what you want to sing a few hours beforehand so they know what to play for the music.” he stated with an excited look in his eyes.

“What’s that look for?” you questioned with a smile growing on your face.

“Nothing, just excited to be able to hear you sing again, and live!” he exclaimed. You blushed, still not able to comprehend he liked your voice even after all of his compliments; crediting your extreme self-deprecating personality. You offered him a shy smile in return as he laced your fingers together, walking back to the hotel.  You didn’t realize how much energy the date took out of you, excitement coursing through you the entire time. Making your way into the elevator, you went to press the first floor; your room being 149, clashing against Jensen’s finger on the exact same button.

“You’re on the first floor too? Oh wait that's how we first met.” you said, recalling your first meeting in the hallway of the first floor. He gave you a slight chuckle and a nod of affirmation. After arriving at the first floor, you all stepped out of the elevator and stilled; knowing this is where you were going to part ways but still dreading it.

“So, uh, I guess I’ll... see you tomorrow?” Jensen reluctantly asked, Jared and F/N exchanging their own goodbyes. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah you will.” you replied with an eager smile on your face.

“I’ll be looking forward to seeing what you sing tomorrow, no matter what it is.”

“I’ll be sure to knock your socks off.” you finished, trying your best to seem confident. He seemed pleased with your response. Kissing his cheek goodnight, you turned to head back to your room with F/N by your side. You both got undressed and into your pajamas, climbing into your respective beds, then, and only then, did you start your gossip.

“I don’t even know where to start with today.” F/N began, seemingly staring off into space.

“I know right, this all feels like a dream honestly.” came your reply, absentmindedly rubbing your fingers together.

“In the matter of a day, we managed to not only meet our lifelong crushes, but actually freaking kissed them and went on a date... HOLY SHIT Y/N WE JUST WENT ON A DATE WITH JENSEN AND JARED.” F/N nearly screamed. You chuckled in response, realizing that reality had not hit your best friend until just now. “Don’t even get me started on Jensen honey, the way he was looking at you during dinner? Girl that’s LOVE” 

You started blushing uncontrollably, “W-What? Don’t- Don’t be ridiculous, F/N.” came your stuttered reply.

F/N smirked knowing the effect that was playing on you, “Ohhhhh yeah, that boy has fallen for you, no doubt about it- what- woah!” she yelled, trying to dodge the pillow you threw at her. Your face red beyond recognition. 

“Anyways, do you know what you’re going to sing tomorrow night?”

“Probably just something low-key, I don’t want to mess up.”

“Y/N, why don’t you believe in yourself? You are such an amazing singer, hell, Jensen himself said as much! Out of the thousands of people who entered that competition, you were the winner. You, not someone else. You need to learn to be confident in yourself, only then can you get better. Sing a song that showcases your voice! You said you were going to “Knock” Jensen’s socks off right?” she added with a soft expression.

“I- You know what? You’re right, I’m gonna sing my heart out tomorrow.”

“You finally decided what song you're going to sing?”

“Yes, I have, I’m gonna sing “Never Enough.”” F/N stilled, “Uh Y/N are you sure that’s a good idea? That song is so-”

“-Yes, I’m sure, and I’m going to kill it.” you said with a determined look on your face. F/N wanted to argue but knew that your mind was made up. She mentally slapped herself and remembered how good you are, knowing that you really are going to kill it tomorrow. Wishing each other goodnight, you fell into a comfortable sleep, excited for tomorrow. 

Waking up, you took a shower and got dressed, F/N waking up as you finished. 

“Hey there, ready for your big day today?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“I’m nervous but I’m gonna start practicing now so I can be sure I don’t mess up.” 

“Alright, I’m gonna go downstairs and start looking around the con, I’ll see you at the concert then?” she asked, putting on her clothes.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Oh! Also, could you find one of the staff members and tell them which song I’m doing while you're down there? Jensen mentioned something about letting them know a few hours beforehand.” Receiving a nod from her, showing that she understood, you got to practice. You didn’t really need “practice” per se but in your head you thought that if you kept singing it then somehow it would just sound better when the time came.

F/N POV

After leaving Y/N alone, I walked out of the room and went towards the elevator. Walking out into the lobby I noticed Jensen and Jared... waiting for me? I walked up to them, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

“Where’s Y/N? Is she feeling alright? Should I go check-”

“-Jensen, chill, she’s fine. She just said she wanted to practice a bit before her performance tonight, she’s really nervous which I don’t understand. Voice like that, I’d be singing every chance I could get.” I shrugged.

“What song is she going to sing?” he asked, slightly calmer knowing she was ok.

“Never Enough by Loren Allred.” I replied.

“Are you serious? That song is nearly impossible to sing!” Jared almost choked on the water he was sipping.

“What? What song is that?” Jensen replied, never having heard the song before.

“Look it up, you’ll see.” I replied with a smirk on my face, making my way over to the cafeteria with Jared following. God, this big teddy bear was going to be the death of me. After sitting down and chatting with Jared for a bit, Jensen came over, “I told the staff the song Y/N is going to sing, I also listened to it myself and holy crap. I know she’s an amazing singer but can she really pull that off?”

I slapped his shoulder, “Of course she can! You don’t believe in my girl?” 

“I- Your right, I believe in her. I know she can do it.” he said, a determined look settling on his face. I could already tell he’s fallen for Y/N, and I was so happy that she was falling just as hard. I glanced back over at the boy that had me wrapped around his finger and saw his adorably cute floppy hair and his smile that made me want to melt into a puddle. We finished up breakfast and made our way over to where the boys were needed, I decided to stick around with them until the concert.

Your POV 

After repeatedly singing the song for hours on end, you decided that you were finally ready. The concert started at 8pm so you had around… AN HOUR?? Shit, the time flew by. Hearing your stomach grumble you decided to go get some food, receiving a text while you were eating from F/N, saying to meet her at the front. Finishing up your meal, you made your way to the lobby and noticed Jensen, Jared, and F/N all waiting for you.

“Hey, Y/N! Ready for your performance?” Jensen asked, mood already better seeing you.

“Can’t say that I’m not nervous but yeah, I think I’m ready.” you responded, already feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

“Alright then, let’s get this show on the road!” F/N yelled, coaxing a laugh out of you by saying your guys’ catchphrase. 

You all made your way backstage, already hearing the screams and shouts from the fans in the audience, your nerves increasing tenfold. Jensen took notice and tangled his hand with yours, reassuringly rubbing soothing circles over your skin with his thumb. You looked up into his eyes and suddenly all of your nerves disappeared, the only thing you could focus on was how incredible this man was. So simple yet so complex, he was an enigma that you desperately wanted to find out about. Suddenly, Richard was speaking over the mic, introducing Jensen to the crowd. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and whispered, “You're going to do great.” throwing a wink my way. He walked out on stage and the crowd somehow managed to get even louder than they were before. You smiled, knowing the exact reason they were all freaking out.

“Is everyone having a good time?” asked Richard, earning himself screams from the crowd, “Well, we are about to have an even better time! Allow me to welcome the winner of the contest creation ran to see who could do the best cover of “Simple Man,” Y/F/N Y/L/N!” 

You froze in place, fear getting the best of you, until F/N slapped your ass and pushed you forward, “Go girl!! You got this.” 

You walked out on stage, trying your best not to trip over your own feet. There were hundreds of people but you had only ever sang in front of a few. Your nerves came rushing back, stiffly sitting down in the stool next to Jensen. He looked at you and could sense your nerves, trying his hardest to help you relax without giving any suspicion to the audience. Giving you a lingering pat on the back, to the audience, it looked like he was welcoming you, to the both of you, he was trying to calm you down. His warm touch managed to clear some of the butterflies away. 

“Tonight she will be performing live for us! How cool is that! The song she has chosen to sing is “Never Enough” by Loren Allred, please, let’s welcome Y/N with open arms!” Richard exclaimed. There were a few gasps from the audience, some knowing the difficulty of the song.

You were handed a stand up mic that they adjusted to your sitting height, a few moments later the music came on and you braced yourself, mentally hyping yourself up. The song started off slow, your voice just barely registering in everyone’s ears.

“I’m trying to hold my breath, let it stay this way, can’t let this moment end.” there were a few gasps from the front row, the only ones who could hear you clearly. You were too nervous to notice Jensen’s soft expression

.You started gradually getting louder, “You set off a dream in me, getting louder now, can you hear it echoing?” Jensen pulled out his phone and hit record, not wanting to miss a single second of it.

“Take my hand, will you share this with me? Cause darling without you.” there were mixed whispers from the front, everyone shocked by the power in your voice even though you had just started.

“All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough, never be enough.” at this point you were loud enough for the entire room to hear you. Everyone quiet, shocked at the beauty in your voice. Slowly your nerves began to dissolve, feeling the music and losing yourself in it.

“Towers of gold are still too little, these hands could hold the world but it’ll never be enough, never be enough, for me. Never, never. Never, never. Never, for me, for me.” you started to shout. Looks of adoration and shock littered the crowd, no one daring to say a word, wanting to hear you clearly. After singing a bit longer, you reached the end of the second chorus, knowing this was the hardest part, you poured all of your heart into singing the lyrics.

“These hands could hold the world but it’ll never be enough, never be enough.” you were basically screaming, the power of your voice reverberating through the room. Repeating the second verse, you reached the end, “For me, for me, for me. For me.” you ended softly. 

Screams and shouts erupted from the crowd, shocking you and damn near knocking you off of your seat. You were so into the song that you completely forgot about your surroundings, including Jensen still holding up his phone, mouth agape in shock and eyes filled with pure adoration and...lo- longing. 

“What amazing vocals!” Richard started, completely blown away. “Let’s show Y/N just how much we loved her performance, come on!” he yelled. The crowd erupted in another round of screams and shouts, everyone saying it was amazing. You were tearing up, the amount of positivity and the love for your voice overbearing. You grabbed the mic, “Thank you guys so much!” Another round of shouts. Slowly making your way off the stage, you were met with F/N’s crying face scrunched up next to Jared that had a smile on his face, “Oh my God Y/N that was the most incredible thing I have ever heard.” Jared breathed. F/N came rushing over to you and gave you a crushing hug, “I am so proud of you girl, you absolutely killed that!” she mumbled into your chest, pulling away with a smile.

“Thank you guys so much, I can’t believe I just did that.” you replied chuckling, wiping away some stray tears. You felt an arm on your shoulder and turned, your eyes meeting Jensen’s. The look he gave you almost brought another wave of tears, such a fondness with underlying proudness. He pulled you into the most comfortable hug, arms enveloping your body like a wrap. 

“I am so freaking proud of you, you can’t even begin to understand.” he mumbled into your hair. Your heart swelled, bursting with happiness at his praise. 

“We are definitely going out to celebrate, drinks are on me!” F/N yelled out. You all laughed and followed her to the bar area where you all sat down at the bar and ordered drinks.

“I really gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” kissing Jensen’s cheek you went to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror and could say you were positively glowing. You felt incredible, energy coursing through your blood. After taking care of your business you made your way back to the bar, your heart dropping at the sight in front of you. There he was, kissing another girl. Before anyone could say or do anything else, you instantly turned around and ran to the elevator, tears escaping your eyes, ignoring the shouts of your name. You clicked your floor number and impatiently waited for the doors to close, noticing Jensen starting to run up, you clicked the ‘close door’ button. Just before he could reach you, the doors closed, you missing the tear escaping his eye.

Next Part

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[books-bring-you-to-wonderland]

Moo Rarepair HCs!!

Wrote some headcannons for my moo lovin pals, so enjoy! Moocat (Wildcat/Moo) -Every stolen execution in COD is another night spent on the couch. Tyler once spent a week straight on the couch and did not learn his lesson -Brock does not have the heart to tell his boyfriend that his energy drink line tastes like ass, and regularly sneaks redbulls into his office instead -Brock does love the Wildcast though, and while he doesn't feel like he would be interesting on the show, Tyler reassures the man he would love to have him on -Did I mention they're a Thanksgiving couple? Probably go all out each year, spending way too much on a way too big turkey and making more pies than anyone would ever eat -Brock absolutely spoils Kino- he got more Christmas presents than Tyler did, actually, and no, Tyler still isn't over it -They share shirts and hoodies like it's their own clothes- their closet is too jumbled to really even separate their clothes anymore -Tyler loves to be little spoon and gives his boyfriend the puppy dog eyes until he gets his way (and it always works too) -Brock always gets kinda whiny whenever Tyler has to leave for cons and events- he's usually not a complainer, but Brock's a homebody and Tyler leaving makes him kinda anxious. Tyler calls and sends snapchats frequently, and always picks up a gift for his boyfriend on his travels Moosey Mexican (Max/Moo) -They are the couple that has matching ugly christmas sweaters, his and her matching everything; they are corny and cutesy and it is adorable -Max will always shout "Honey, I'm home!" whenever he gets back from the store, and it never fails to put a smile on Brock's face -They're married; little barn wedding in the summer with all their friends and family. They got married at sunset and danced to La Vie En Rose while the frogs and crickets chirped faintly in the background. Now I wanna write their wedding what the fuck -They're the couple that comes over with a lasagna for their neighbors and they buy out all of the girl scouts of their cookies -They grocery shop together, and Max always wanders off because he loves to see the smile bloom on Brock's face when he spots him across the store -Max is the kinda guy to lay down his coat in a puddle for his date to walk over. He did it once with Brock and absolutely ruined his coat -THEY KISS IN THE RAAAAIN THEY KISS IN THE RAIN LIKE ITS A FREAKING ROM-COM -Disneyland vacations once a year; they're big dorks and buy matching mickey ears -Brock collects salt and pepper shakers, and he was kind of embarrased at first but Max thinks its the coolest thing and even built him a display case to show them all off Delimoo (Delirious/Moo) -Punklirious is the only delirious -Brock likes playing with Jon's piercings- and ends up buying him cute earrings whenever he finds them. Jon absolutely adores the little cheeseburger studs Brock bought for him for his birthday -I'm imagining Jon with shaggy black hair, and Brock loves to braid little flowers into it during the summer when their garden is in bloom -Brock did not get Jon onto a normal sleeping schedule- quite the opposite, because Jon has dragged his boyfriend into the depths of insomniatic hell and now they stay up till 4 am watching crappy netflix specials together -Brock is b i  g spoon -Delirious cant cook for shit but he can bake, and loves making Brock pies and cakes and cookies galore. Their friends are all pretty jealous -They sing way too loud in their car when the radio's blaring, and Jon usually forgets the words but he makes up for it in enthusiasm. -Jon loves Halloween for obvious reasons, and usually convinces Brock to do a couple's costume with him (Last year they went as Woody and Buzz, and it was actually pretty cute) -The puns. Jon laughs at every single bad dad joke his boyfriend tells, and Brock might blush at the attention but he's always so happy to know Jon thinks he's funny Septimoo (Jack/Moo) -GIMME SOME PUNK JACK WHO GUYS BY HE/THEY BECAUSE FUCK GENDER -Brock happily painting his boyfriend's nails and doing his eyeliner- Jack still can't get over having stuff near his eyes, so he always asks Brock to do it for him (which he happily does) -Jack will go out without a jacket and they get cold, like an idiot- but Brock is always happy to lend his joyfriend his jacket, even if it is a little big on Sean (Brock has some shoulders, what can you do?) -Brock just likes to lift his partner up- he used to move pianos, he's not afraid of some 5'twink with a bark worse than their bite (and Jack usually shrieks when they realize how far off the ground they are) -They feed each other candy and snacks when they're at the movies and drink a milkshake with 2 straws and it's c u t e  goddamit (the milkshake is strawberry or chocolate) -Jack's not much of a sports guy but he likes to see Brock get so excited over rugby and football, even encourages him to join the neighborhood team (and no, it's not just because Sean wants to see Brock in a uniform and football gear, no sirree) -Sean probably didn't believe Brock when he warned him not to play Maio Kart with Brian, but Sean truly has seen the error of his ways and is never touching his switch again after that -Brock never really liked coffee, but then he got a boyfriend who was addicted to coffee, and now he likes coffee (black, because it's the only way to drink coffee fight me on that) -Jack taking Brock to all the movie premieres he gets to go to, and they're both all snazzed up in nice suits and Brock's suit is a little tight around the shoulders because he's pretty broad, and Jack find themselves looking at their boyfriend's arms instead of the movie -Christmas is their holiday, enough said

[perfecting-procrastination]

Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 1)

SO I HAVE FINISHED MY ESSAYS TODAY AND I AM FREE NOW. So decided to start off with a little teaser fic, I was thinking to do a second part to this. So let me know what you guys think! Sorry if it isn’t great I am defo trying my best! 

[]- Reader’s thoughts

Tagging: @ionlyloveuinthemiddleofthenight​ @estefania723​ @ericksmamita​ @undeadspazzattack​

Warning: 18+

Morning

It was going to be the biggest night of your life, the day you finally got to see your idols live and you couldn't wait any longer. You travelled quite away from home and decided to stay at a nice hotel for the night near the venue just to treat yourself. Fortunately, you and your friend underestimated how nice the hotel was, as you walked through you realised how well polished the place was. It just made you both twice the more excited. You finally reached your hotel room and you both got yourself settled down. Victoria took a minute and looked towards you, "Oh my God this hotel is so nice, I was not expecting this!". "You can say that again, haha." you responded laughing. You paused and then said "I cant wait for tonight Vicky, its going to be insane". She nodded back and jumped in excitement. Tonight was going to be amazing and you both were so ready for it. You both began to unpack your small bags and have a look at what outfit you guys should wear tonight. You laid down your brand new cream coloured CNCOxForever 21 cropped hoodie with a black lace bodysuit and some high-waisted dark blue jeans that were extremely complimentary of your curves, "This is so cute, what do you think Vicky?". "Yas! I love it girl, Zabdiel will most definitely notice you in that sis" she said while smirking and winking. "Yeh right, there are going to be thousands of girls bro ! Very unlikely" You said smiling to yourself. Secretly you hoped that it would be true, just to have that beautiful man notice only you while surrounded by thousands of other girls would be an absolute dream. After you both picked your outfits you both decided to have a shower and get your makeup on. As Victoria headed to the shower you heard the noise of people checking into their room next door, you could hear the faint sounds of male voices laughing and teasing eachother. You then moved your attention to the time and decided to start getting ready. You grabbed your bluetooth speaker and instantly put on your CNCO tunes on. 

"Tu fuego me sube, me baja como te conviene A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieresYeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) Baby, that rude girl thing, work, work it on me Cerquita donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) Oh mi, oh my God I give my best, you deserve it Oh mi, oh my God 'Cause you got me countin' the ways"

Afternoon

You were always so slow at getting ready and Vicky was always so quick. "Y/N! I am so hungry girl, can we go get food?" Victoria said while rubbing her belly with a pouty face. You were still adding your final touches to your makeup and look towards Vicky, "I am so down girl but I still got to do a couple of things though, is there anyway you could go alone and maybe bring something back?". She looked at me and saw that you still needed to do your mascara along with brushing and drying your hair. "Alright Y/N, tell me your order and ill go somewhere" Victoria said while getting her phone out ready to write my order down in notes while you were applying your mascara. After Victoria got my order down she grabbed her car keys and made her way to the door, "I am going to drive to a Mcdonald's drive-thru, I think there is one like 15 mins away but it is rush hour time so I might be a little longer sis. You better be ready when I'm back, OK?!". You nodded back at her with a smile. Victoria then smiled and closed the door behind her.

"I only love you in the middle of the night That's when you're on my mind Every time I get the feeling I can't fight And I know it just ain't rightAl borde de perderte otra vez Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él But for now we just pretend"

You unwrapped the towel on your head and let your still damp hair go free. A notification pinged on your phone and you saw that one of the boys updated their instagram stories. You desperately grabbed your mobile to unlock and see what they could be up to. The story was on Joel’s account and he was taking a video of the guys at rehearsals for tonight. However, you noticed that Zabdiel wasn't there which is strange. You dismissed it and put your phone down to go get the hair dryer. *Knock, Knock*

You stopped on your way to the bedside, and thought that it might have been Victoria maybe she forgot something as its only been 5 minutes and she wouldn't have been that quick. You walk over in your robe that's barely covering your light blue lacy lingerie that you were wearing. "Jesus what have you forgotten Victoria, you muppet!" You open the door and turn around instantly to start going towards the bedside again. Not even noticing who was at the door. "I am nearly ready alright just about to dry my hair, so don't hassle me okay!" you shouted. Then a low raspy voice said "Err.. Lo siento, but I left my key in my room and got locked out. I just need to charge my phone so I can order an Uber.". You stopped and took a minute to process the events. You thought to yourself, [I have heard that voice from somewhere why do I recognise it]. You turn around and realised that it was ZABDIEL DE JESUS. [Why was he in your room? how did it happen? is this a dream?]. While looking at him you noticed that he was looking you up and down hungrily, [What is he looking at?]. You look down and realised how loose the robe was around your body, and that you basically had your all your lingerie on display. You quickly wrapped the robe around tighter so it covered your body. You walked over to him and tried to maintain your sanity. "Sorry, I thought you were my friend. What happened?" you said mortified. He smirked and said "Yeah, sorry again didn't mean to disturb you haha. Basically, I forgot a few things in my room earlier so I came back to get them. But then I walked out the door, leaving my key in the room. And I just need to charge my phone for a second so I can order an Uber to come get me as I am performing tonight". You looked at him starstruck, [I am definitely dreaming, this isn't real]. "Urm yeh sure, my charger is on the bedside" You mumbled while still processing. He walked through and went over to the bedside, plugging his phone in. You then closed the door and followed him into the room. Zabidel was sat down on the bed, patiently wait for his phone to turn on again. His blonde hair looked incredible, all you could think about was running your fingers through it and tugging at it with screams of pleasure. You were staring at him intently, biting your lip just thinking of all the things you both could do at the moment. For months all you have thought about was having Zabdiel alone in a room with you. Zabdiel then looked up to you, "You okay, nena?". You snapped out of it and nodded hastily.  He laughed, he knew that he was making you weak and he was literally doing nothing. "So whats your name?", he questioned. "Its Y/N, and yours?",  you already knew his name but you did not want him knowing that. "Its Zabdiel" he said smiling. You both waited in silence until..

"Niña, tanto tiempo ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¿Qué es de tu vida? (Yeah, yeah) Dicen que estás sufriendo Creo que tengo Una salida"

Your eyes widened, [oh shit, A CNCO SONG HAS COME ON AND ZABDIEL'S SOLO IS PLAYING AND HES RIGHT HERE. He is going to think I am a crazed fan, fuck what do I do]. Zabdiel turned his head to the speaker and laughed. He then looked up towards you, "Good song, don't you think?". [Is he trying to catch me out?, If I break character and turn into crazy fan girl mode he will be out the door in minutes]. You took in a deep breath, "Yeh, its alright I guess". He laughed and stood up. "Why is it only alright? What part do you not like?" he said with a smirk. You could feel your self getting damp, he was so hot and you couldn't contain yourself. You could see his eyes going dark from desire as he could tell you were suffering. You took a moment and looked up to him, as he was so tall when he was stood up in front of you. You bit your lip and said "I guess the first solo is a bit average, wouldn't you say?". Zabdiel could tell what game you were playing and he was loving every moment of it. Zabdiel placed a hand above you on the wall, closed in towards your face, placing another hand around your waist. "So you think I am average then?" he said while intently staring at your lips. You placed a hand on his chest, slowly dragging your finger downwards until you reached his belt and gave it a light tug. "Unless you can prove to me otherwise, then yes" you said cheekily.  He smirked and removed his hand from your waist. Zabdiel in one swift move undid the tie on your robe, and the robe dropped to the floor. Zabdiel took a moment to look at your body in the beautiful blue lacy lingerie and it was killing him. Zabdiel looked into your eyes again and started to kissed you. Your tongues were moving in sync with one another and it was magical. He was such a good kisser and you just wanted more. You grabbed Zabdiels spare hand and moved it towards your core, hoping Zabdiel will play along. Zabdiels breaks from the kiss for a second,  "Mmm Nena, someone is needy". You look at him annoyed, wanting some kind of touch or release, you were becoming desperate. "Please" you mumbled. He smiled and moved his large hands towards your heat, slowly rubbing on it through the laced underwear. That material is making everything more frustrating, you just wanted his touch. Zabdiel could feel how soaked you were and knew you wanted his long fingers pumping in and out of you. You began to moan from frustration. This lit a fire in Zabdiel and you could tell it was getting him really turned on from the obvious hard on he had. Zabdiel then slid underneath the underwear and started to move his fingers along your soaked folds. "Zabdiel, More. Now." You finally demanded. Zabdiel looked towards you and moved his other hand from the walk and entangled it in your damp hair. He sharply tugged it back and moved his lips to your ear, "What made you think you can demand things from me, Necesitas saber tu lugar and I am going to show you it". Zabdiel then thrusted his two long fingers inside of you, stretching you out instantly. You screamed out in pleasure. You could feel the knot in your stomach was going to come undone just from that. He was killing you and you knew it. Zabdiel was not holding back, he attacked your neck while pumping you rapidly. "I'm so close Zabdiel, please let me cum" you screamed. Zabdiel pulled you hair even harder and whispered into your ear "Cum for me princesa". Those words set you off and you felt yourself let go. You were moaning so loudly from pleasure you were worried that the people from the other rooms might complain. Zabdiel started to slow the pace down so you could come down slowly from your high. Zabdiel then removed his fingers and placed them into his mouth sucking off all the juices you left for him. You took a deep breath and said "That was incredible". Zabdiel laughed and looked towards you, "Better than average?". You nodded and smiled back at him feeling your cheeks getting red. Zabdiel took his phone off charge and unlocked it. "I have to go back because the boys will get suspicious. So your obviously coming to the concert tonight so let me have your number because I want to see you later bonita" Zabdiel said before leaning in and giving you a deep kiss. [Is Zabdiel seriously asking me for my number like WTF is this REAL?]. You smiled and said "Yeh sure its ........". Zabdiel noted it down and walked towards the door. "See you later princesa" Zabdiel said with a little wink and a wave. He then closed the door behind him and you laid down on your bed. You were in shock about it all. Your idol came into your room, made you orgasm and then asked for YOUR number. It was a lot to process and you couldn't wait for later as you knew it was going to be the best night of you life. And you weren't just talking about the concert.

[fluidityandgiggles]

Dalton Big Bang day 1 - The Canadian Girlfriend Experience

Writing Masterpost, AO3 Link

Notes: So... y’all. Dalton fam. Hear me out.

I understand that y'all are gonna be mad at me for staying up until (four? five?) five in the morning to post this, but I'm something like 90% sure I'd forget to post it in the morning (afternoon), and I have to write tomorrow's fic anyway, so... here's an extra early fluffy mess. Hope y'all like it.

I had to write this one... I really really had to. Han's girlfriend is a big deal to me. I hope you understand it.

(And for the uninitiated in pathfinder - the rank system is wild, feats are taken every two levels or so, Logan’s character is basically invincible, defeated only by Dwight’s monk and the absolute insanity that creating a monk in pathfinder can end up being.)

—————

"I really have to go to sleep," the familiar (by now) high-pitched voice said through the headphones, stifling a yawn. "My drama class is moving props to the auditorium tomorrow for our exam and my mom would be mad at me if I don’t go to sleep in the next thirty minutes."

"So go to sleep, Lils. I won’t be mad at you."

"Okay! I’ll text you in the morning! Love you, bye!"

"Good night."

Han finally let himself snort a bit after his girlfriend hung up, watching as she disconnects from the game a few moments later. He did say he’ll only play Starcraft today so long as Leah is available, and now that she’s offline…

He just closed the game and went back to working on his Pathfinder session prep.

Han met Leah at the San Diego Comic-Con last summer. On day one, she approached him because she thought the Westwoods’ Bat family cosplay was really cool. On day two, he approached her because her Arwen cosplay was flawless. By day three they’d already ditched the con to have a not-date lunch at In-N-Out, found out they’re in the same guild in World of Warcraft, Han found out Leah has a voice acting channel on youtube, they exchanged phone numbers, and by day four they may have not spent the whole day together but they certainly went on a date-date at the end of the day.

They’ve been rather inseparable for the following three weeks, but by then Han had to face the reality of it all. Leah’s phone number was weird to him from the start, sure, and he was willing to pass off her accent as a speech quirk, but it wasn’t until those three weeks ended that it finally sunk in that she’s not American. And like most good things, her visit too has to come to an end.

Maintaining a relationship online just… didn’t feel the same.

1 Unread Message

‘Merril: Can I suggest an idea for Mishka’s character arc?? You can say no, I just had an idea is all!’

Caterpillar: I’m all ears

———

"While this mess of a… bargain is happening," Logan called as Merril and Reed tried to catch their breaths from laughing. "Can Dwight and I get to the diplomatic debate?"

"Sure," Han sighed, watching his party quickly derail the session. "But let’s take a break first."

The first to disappear at the sound of "let’s take a break" was Lucy, who ran to the bathroom, accidentally knocking off Logan’s dice tower in the process. Merril got the brownies out and on the table, everyone pulled their phones out…

Han could take a couple moments to look at the pictures Leah sent him earlier. According to her, they were not yet done with lighting cues, and she was going crazy, but seeing her in her period piece of a costume and leg brace prop made him feel excited for her, somewhat.

Caterpillar: wish I could been there to see it 

Jabba the Hutt: Oh no! Don’t say that! Jabba the Hutt: I’ll send you the filmed version when I get it, but it’ll probably be really bad anyway.

Caterpillar: im sure it cant be that bad 

Jabba the Hutt: Han, it’s a high school production of the Glass Menagerie. Jabba the Hutt: My class is also doing the play version of Spring Awakening. Jabba the Hutt: It *can* and *will* be that bad. Jabba the Hutt: Trust me. 

"Han?" Merril called before he could answer that one. "Hansel, are you listening?"

"No, I wasn’t. What was it?" He grabbed a brownie, leaving his phone aside for a second.

"Wizards of the Coast announced a new edition of D&D," she said again, smiling gently. "Do you think you’d want to try it?"

"I’m already one step ahead of you there. I’m going to playtest it when it— excuse me…"

Jabba the Hutt: WE FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THIS Jabba the Hutt: I’ve never been happier to say I’m getting offstage, I need someone to punch me!

Caterpillar: dont you mean pinch?

Jabba the Hutt: I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

Han tuned back in time to hear Logan say "I just really don’t want to have to mess with the power system again", which resulted in Dwight throwing a bag of chips at his head.

"Fourth edition has a very special place in my heart, Wright. Don’t talk shit about it around me."

"Yeah, why all the hate for the power system?" Lucy frowned (when did she get back from the bathroom?). "It’s not all that different to how feats work. Would you complain about getting a new feat every odd level once we switch systems?"

"Not going to happen, Lucy."

"Aw man, but I wanted to play Vampire the Masquerade next!"

"And we already said Merril is going to run it," Han reminded her, checking his phone one last time. "But we’re not switching our current game to another system. Not gonna happen."

There was a quiet "hell yeah" from Merril as Han’s phone buzzed with a new message, but before he could even read it, it was snatched by Lucy.

"Wha… who are you talking to, Han?" She laughed a bit, scrolling up, and then her eyes went wide open. "Well… damn."

"Don’t act like you’re surprised, that’s my girlfriend. You met her before."

The silence in the room was so tense, Han swore he could hear a pin drop. 

"...a girlfriend?" Dwight was the first to ask, raising a brow. "Since when?"

"You know, I honestly thought she would’ve forgotten all about you after two weeks…"

"Since a few months ago," Han told Dwight, taking his phone back. "Can we continue, please?"

"No! It’s interesting!" Merril joined in, resting her chin on her hand as she got closer, pushing some papers a bit. "How did you meet? Where is she from? Can we meet her?"

"We met at Comic-Con and no, you can’t meet her. She’s… not from here."

"...is she Canadian?" Logan raised a brow too, starting to laugh.

"Noooooooo…?"

"Oh yeah, Han’s Canadian girlfriend."

"She’s not— let’s start to fucking play, this session isn’t going to end itself."

By the end of the session, Han couldn’t say he’d be surprised if the whole school found out by tomorrow. And if anyone (namely the twins) made fun of him for his "Canadian girlfriend"... so be it. 

———

"Is this Canadian girlfriend of yours coming to prom?" Julian’s tired voice came through the phone, sounding like he was about to pass out. He just arrived at school earlier today, already tired from the flight, and immediately got coddled by Logan.

"She’s not Canadian, Julian. You’re the twenty-fifth person I’ve told this already."

"So where is she from? Would you please tell just one person?"

With a quick glance at the security footage, to make sure Logan wasn’t listening, Han whispered "her name is Leah, I met her at Comic-Con in San Diego last year, she’s from Israel and no, I doubt she can come to prom. She has her own prom to attend."

"...okay, so this Israeli girlfriend of yours. Got it."

"Thank you."

"Are you sure you want to keep her a secret…?" He clicked his tongue. His laugh sounded a bit rougher than usual. "You know how things can end up. You of all people."

"I… I’m just not sure I’m ready for… dude. Is Logan drooling on your shoulder…?"

"Give him a break, Westwood. He’s adjusting to his new pills."

"I asked about the drooling."

"He does that sometimes. I just let him be."

"...why is everyone so interested in my girlfriend? Is it really any different from David and Katherine?"

"I don’t know how to break it down to you, Westwood, but you’re not exactly the type anyone would expect to even have a girlfriend."

A shift in the camera footage made Han cuss silently, covering his microphone.

"...she said she’ll be here for graduation. Hers is in late June, but she finishes school in May."

"Yeah. May. When prom is."

"Do you want to talk to her yourself?" He could hear Julian snort. "I’m not kidding. I’ll give you Leah’s phone number and you’ll convince her yourself. I can’t."

"Because that totally won’t be crazy."

"Julian."

"Hansel."

"Just fucking ask her, you absolute nerd!"

"Can you stop ordering me around? This isn’t Hollywood. This is my girlfriend we’re talking about."

"Can you at least send me a picture of her? So I’ll know she’s real?"

"...fuck you, Larson."

Han sent him a picture anyway. A picture of the two of them that Lucy insisted to take while they were in San Diego. They coordinated somehow, Han with his LOTR shirt and Leah with her whole Arwen cosplay. It was the happiest day he could possibly remember.

And then, a snort through the phone.

"...so you’re Leah Appelbaum’s mysterious Maryland boyfriend? Huh. Didn’t know you lived in Maryland."

"...you know Leah?"

"We had auditions in the same building two years ago and she approached me because she’s a fan of Something Damaged. She insisted on keeping in touch. How did you meet her?"

"At Comic-Con… please be gentle about this, Julian."

"Okay! I just… wow. I know where you live now. Sweet."

"Don’t you dare try to blackmail me with that information, Larson."

"I won’t. There’s nothing to worry about."

———

"...you know what?" Han sighed as the last session before prom was about to close off. "Roll sense motive."

The clatter of dice hitting each other and everyone cussing filled the room, quickly picking up their dice and looking.

"Fifteen!"

"Seventeen!"

"Five!"

"How’s you get a five, Lucy?"

"I’m a barbarian, what do you think—"

"Thirty-four."

Dwight practically glared at Logan. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I play a half-elf cleric, Dwight," Logan answered, straight-faced. "Plus two to wisdom straight away, rolled extremely well, I have a plus five modifier to wisdom and the alertness feat. I took a single rank in sense motive every time we leveled up and now I have ten ranks. On the tenth rank in sense motive or perception, you get a bonus four to the skill instead of the usual two. Thus, ten plus four plus five equals nineteen, plus the fifteen that I rolled. That’s thirty-four. Do I sense motive?"

"...everyone who rolled above a fifteen, and that definitely includes Flint—" Han could see Logan smiling smugly. "Everyone who rolled above a fifteen can see that this woman is telling the truth. Anyone who rolled a twenty or above, Flint, can also sense that—"

There was a knock at the door. There was never a knock at the door. But now there was. And as Reed got up to open the door, Han silently hoped it wouldn’t be anyone who shouldn’t be there—

"And this is your boyfriend’s room," Julian’s voice came through as Reed’s jaw dropped. "Thank you for picking Julian Larson to be your tour guide, we hope you enjoyed the trip."

"Very! Oh, hello!" The girl at the door waved at Reed, who waved back. The whole party waved back. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, those nerds are just playing dungeons and dragons. You have nothing to worry about." Reed finally returned to his seat as Julian kissed the girl’s cheek, chuckling at the shock. "Logan, I’ll be expecting you to pick me up at six. I want my pre-prom sushi."

"I promised you I will, Princess, don’t panic."

"Okay, just making sure."

As Julian left, the girl went to sit on Han’s futon and look at everyone. Long brown hair, half of it bleached; dark eyes behind a pair of green plastic-framed glasses; a bit on the heavier side, like Han himself, and wearing a floral summer dress and a pair of short leggings. Her face was flushed red, her lipstick a dark blue, and her nails painted black that just started to chip.

Han missed her so much.

"So… hi." She waved around again, a bit confused. "What’s up…?"

"Who’s this?" Dwight was the first to speak.

"My girlfriend," Han replied, sounding rather insistent. "We were just about to finish our session, Lils. Can you wait?"

"Mmhm! Absolutely! I’ll be so quiet, you’ll forget I’m even here!"

Nobody forgot she was there. Merril kept looking over to her, Reed and Dwight seemed skeptical as ever, and the only person who was normal about it was Lucy. But it wasn’t news for Lucy, she’s met Leah before after all. All the while Leah sat there, chuckling at the game and waiting patiently for Han to finish, which he did twenty minutes later. Dwight practically ran out, followed by Logan who needed to pick his own boyfriend up for dinner, but…

"So where are you from in Canada?" Merril asked first, making Leah smile. 

"I’m… not Canadian. Did Han tell you I’m Canadian?"

"Where’s your lipstick from?" Reed asked next.

"Umm… it’s, it’s from NARS, I picked it up on the way here, I forgot to pack my own makeup and—"

"Is Han taking you to prom?"

Han choked on his water at that. "I can’t leave my room for prom, Merril. Health risks."

"You can have an indoors prom."

"We planned on watching Battlestar Galactica and ordering takeout," Leah admitted. "But… an indoors prom would be nice. I’m not going to mine anyway. My class is writing this… really offensive skit about one of the math teachers and I don’t want to be a part of it."

"What’s your prom even like…?" Reed squinted, sitting back down. "That you do skits."

"It’s… not really a prom. Israel doesn’t really have the promenade culture, it’s just like a showcase the whole class does for family and friends before graduation… I’ve never liked this practice, you know, I think it’s just…"

As Leah rambled on, Han took his time to clear the table and silently hope Merril and Reed leave soon. Those two have prom dates after all. And neither are a Canadian girlfriend.

[thesolotomyhan]

narcos méxico: first date hc

ok sooo,, I am genuinely lost haha   i also just want to say im sorry for being so slow to get content out for you lovely's and if this is trash :(,,,, and a big thank you to @fandomnerd16 for the idea! 💖 basically what does the first date include with them!  i-im just going to leave this here, let me know what you guys think so far??? 

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Ramon:

Imagining the first date with ramon and how soft it would be has me cryinggg

he cant help but show his soft kid side with you-

you’re just different, he wants to show you he’s really capable of loving and being himself for you,

and that he has a whole other side to him that he reserves and that he’s willing to wholeheartedly show you,,,

can you imagine this man taking you to a carnival/fair for your first date?

just being surrounded by food, games, rides and just pure bliss and happiness ??? yes

like,just the both of you walking around, holding hands, zero fucking awkwardness between you two as he excitedly leads you around, to each booth possible,,

he’ll tug you along to like those water gun stands or the pop the balloon stands and challenge to do competitions with you-

“Que dices? te apuesto un beso que no me ganas en la pistolas de agua, muñeca”-

like, its hella cheesy and cheap how he’s asking to kiss you but it only makes you want to beat him to have him at least work for it,,

the happy v i b es im getting has me sobbing-

just,, the way both of your laughs echo into the air because neither of you want to lose and your just so happy to be around one another right now,,,

i cant- imagine him looking over at you and giving you the most softest look in the middle of your water gun competition when you tell him he’s losing to you, i cant

he would purposely let you win more than 50 percent of the games just to see you throw your arms in the air and laugh up to him that you beat him-

the proud ass smile he gives you as he’ll like twirl you around to pump you up even more, fuck, just why

ok, so you know that one hammer strength game they have at those fairs, where you test your strength and shit, yeah ramon would immediately drag you over to one just to show off his strength and win you the big ass stuffed monkey they have for the winner,,

just- the little fucking grin he has when he hears the puck ring the bell on the first try as he looks over at you, cheering him on-

ramon winning all the giant stuffed animals for you would be his goal alright,,

Especially after the way he saw how happy you got with the monkey he won for you at the hammer strength booth,,,

just filling your overflowing arms with big ass teddy bears and tigers,, the excitement never leaving your eyes as he brings you animal after animal has his heart melting,,

omg, the thought of you and ramon acting like teenagers while feeding each other food has me soft

like, instead of eating the bag of popcorn, your both trying to throw it into each others mouths and just making a mess everywhere-

your uncontrollable laughs making it harder for you both to throw the popcorn,,,

but the cute ass celebration you both would do when you successfully catch them is everything--

i, him buying you a churro while you both just walk around and he’ll lean over to bite it when you look away to see something, so when you turn back, the churros halfway fucking gone,, you’ll playfully hit his chest as you both giggle to each other-

or you’ll both be sharing a bag of cotton candy, feeding it to one another, giving the biggest smiles you can,, i cant handle this-

the two of you end up losing so much track of time together that when the inevitable end of your date comes, your both lowkey hiding your sadness,

so ramon would pull you along to the ferris wheel just for one more adventure to end the day right-

IM SO SOFT, everything is just so calm as you lean your head on his shoulder as you both look at the carnival lights illuminating the fair

the gentle fucking kiss he’ll give you on top of your head as he pulls you closer into him, i-

Benjamin:

benjamin’s first date with you has me in my feelingss

just the way he’s pouring his soul and heart into wanting to surprise you and show you how romántico he can be, I-

he would probably invite you to his home for your first date,, where he would want to have total peace and quiet for you and him, my intimate bby 

he just wants his attention to be devoted to you, not anyone else :)

benjamin would put so much effort into the decorations too,,, snapping his fingers where all the flowers need to go, where to hang the balloons and where all the lights need to go-

ordering the chef he contracted to make your favorite food and dessert,, and even low key threatening the chef that if he fucks this up, he’s not seeing the light of tomorrow

Stress level to the max honestly, he just needs to make this perfect for you i cant-

but i know my bby is so good at time management,, he has this all done an hour before you show up, giving him time to breathe and just take in his work, adjusting any small detail he deems imperfect before changing into his clothes he bought for this specific occasion, :(

he would probably wait for you outside with some chocolatitos, all dressed up :(( , trying to stop his nerves when he sees the car he sent for you start to pull in

fuck, the big smile that he shows you when he sees you all dolled up- youre more beautiful than he remembers, my heart

“te vez radiante” as he kisses your cheek because hes a respectoso king

i see him being to fucking well mannered i cant,, he helps you get out of the car, offering his arm to lead you inside where everything is set up, helping you sit down and all that adorableness

he would be internally congratulating himself when he sees you smiling at all the decorations and the food being served in front of you-

just, him asking all about your day, sharing stories with the occasional shared laughs

him also asking if you enjoyed everything and if he needs to fix anything to your liking and just,,, the way you reach across the table to hold his hand and assure him that he went overtop for you would have him beaming heart eyes at you-

Benjamin makes this feel so fucking romantic and comfortable i cant

like you two would spend so much time talking about everything with each other even after you finish all the food,,,

fuck,, the way he’ll progressively scoot closer to you through the night, never letting go of your hand after you held it the first time-

like you both don’t even notice how close you are until your both throwing your heads back when you laugh and then looking at each other

and just that soft moment where you both stare into each other’s eyes and glance down at your lips— oohohh

the both of you just click so right, everything leads up to this point naturally,,,

You two are so fucking innocent that the first kiss would be the softest shit ever, its sincero and lleno de amor, i-

its one of those kisses that are followed by soft giggles and pecks, one after another until he pulls you into his side because he’s just overfilled with emotions-

and just the way neither of you want to leave the comfortable silence as you both glance at each other-

i cant,, in his mind he’ll be thinking yeah, this is the one, la cual con que quiero compartir mi futuro-

[candyredterezii]

even after leaving that dress in the dye for like. 6 hours it still didnt take the blue and also still has splotches on the back of it and honestly  im ready to fucking kms 

[bdamanlover4ever]

Heya:P I was wondering about a MitsuBoru fic revolving around the two just chillin after the whole “Mitsuki betrayal ark”and then Mitsuki starts talking about his love of (what ever, hobby, animal, person, toy, picture etc.) and Boruto is McFuckin Floored, Not Ok, bc watching Mitsuki babble on and sparkle with what he loves Boruto realises “sHIT IM IN LOVE” the more fluff the better :D -Boruto Gen = Gay Minefield

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‘Maybe there was something in the way Mitsuki talked. No, No, not the way…how? No, not how. Prehaps it’s when.’ Boruto nodded to himself, satisfied with this conclusion.  His brain configuring, ‘There is something special when Mitsuki talks.’

The wind seemed to change, the air felt more thicker, and it could be freezing outside, but Boruto would still sweat. A sensation of endearment would flood his senses, and he’d stay locked in yellow orbs. Ears tuning in to hear the soft sound of Mitsuki’s voice.

“I thought about it.” Mitsuki explained, “I really did take a bunch of things into cons-”

“During your journey of self awareness?” Boruto cut him off, a dopey smile resting on his face. His pretty blonde locks covered up his cheeky sky blue eyes, as they twinkled in admiration.

The blue haired boy closed his eyes as if recalling the memories implanted in his mind. He swayed a bit, listening to the trees rustling, birds chirping, and other pleasant sounds of Leaf Village.

Boruto tucked his head down in his jacket. He was slightly embarrassed for interrupting his friend like that. It was an accident, he’d get so excited and impulsively blurt something out. Shyly, he fumbled his thumbs. “What did you miss most about this place?” He asked lowly.

Mitsuki blinked his eyes open, just in time to see the sun catching through blond locks. Boruto was steadily messing with his hands and blush claimed his face, but his blue eyes kept right on staring into Mitsuki’s.

There was something dazzling when their eyes fell into each other. Simple gestures, and emotions could be felt just by a single gaze.

Mitsuki raised his eyebrows to a serene position, lips quivering as the sun slowly sank into the horizon. It made him inch forward, just until his nose touched up against Boruto’s. “You.” His voice was less confident than before, when he was rambling. Instead it had switched out to be more delicate and peaceful.

Boruto scoffed, trying to disregard the answer. “That’s not true!” He fired out, yanking his head back away from Mitsuki. He ended up slamming his whole back against the wall, which made him wince. “Oops, dang it! I didn’t mean to bump…” He turned back to sputtered, “Hold on, it’s a wall…What are you do-” His face turned an even brighter shade of red, he was ready to smack himself on the head. “Why am I talking to a wall?!”

Snake like hands grabbed his wrist, and pulled him close. “Boruto, walls can’t talk.” Instead of allowing Boruto to smack himself for his own stupidity, Mitsuki gentle patted him on the head. He ran his fingers through soft blonde locks and combed them back.

At the sensation, Boruto shuttered. He felt like he might boil over, with Mitsuki’s smooth touch messaging his scalp. Closing his eyes, he broke their trance. “I know.” He mumbled. In comparison to Mitsuki’s voice, his sounded distant, gruff, and slothful. It much much more interesting to have Mitsuki ramble on, then to hear his own.

Yet Mitsuki grew silent again, and withdrew his hands from Boruto’s hair. Soon as the delicate touch left him, Boruto whimpered like a homeless puppy.

“What’s wrong?” Mitsuki grew concerned for his friend once more. There was confusion and heartbreak written all over his face. It was times like these, he wished Boruto would be more clear about stuff.

Boruto popped open his eyes, to watch the sunset in the distance. “Everything and nothing at all.” His eyebrows melted together, as he finally stopped fumbling with his thumbs.

“How so?”

“I overreact is all.”

“To?”

Boruto turned to face Mitsuki. He pierced his lips together, carefully observing the other boy. He scanned his face for any hidden signs of loneliness, or if he was annoyed with him yet. There was never any signs of that on Mitsuki’s face. It was just paranoia that always made him have to check.

Mitsuki shrugged his shoulders, “I overreact too. Mostly, when I see my friends get hurt.” A mischievous gleam came in his eye, “Especially when I see you get hurt.” It seemed to read but the words were never actually verbalized aloud.

That was the thing. Words just didn’t get said between them. Actions spoke louder. The strings tugging in their hearts, silently pleaded things best left unsaid.

Boruto agreed with Mitsuki. “Same!” He nodded feverishly, “I overreact all the time, even on accident.” This was his way of saying, “Right now, I’m overreacting. Your touch, makes my heart flip out. Haha.. get it overreacting?”

Mitsuki’s drive to keep on rambling wavered. He uttered a simple, “Okay.” A one word response, which meant that he was ending wherever this was going.

A sigh of relief escaped from Boruto, one that he didn’t even know he was holding in. In times like these, the more he took into consideration feelings and emotions, it would make him get more discombobulated.

He had to keep his head up, eyes locked on, ears focused. Boruto couldn’t afford to miss a single word that past through Mitsuki’s mouth. From now on he was going to take all his friend had to say straight to the heart.

“So you say you missed me the most, well now you probably think I spent my time talking to walls while you were gone.”

“I don’t think that. You came looking for me, so that’s something.”

“Something?” Boruto retorted, as if there sound have been more substance to that word. He motioned to the wall behind them, “That is something.” He switched up and pointed at Mitsuki, “Me going after you was….” All at once his mouth went dry, words fled from his tongue before he could properly explain.

Mitsuki tilted his head, curiously awaiting an answer. Then, he read the perplexed awestruck look on Boruto’s face. The blonde fumbling around with vowels and consonants that didn’t make any sense, as he attempted to string together a valuable sentence. A little sly smile came on Mitsuki’s face. “I don’t need to know what it was, your eyes and expression say it all.”

For a long time, neither one of them spoke. They just took in the view of the sky and watched the sunset together.

The whole time Boruto was struggling to find a way to explain himself. Yet, how could he explain the inexpiable? Mitsuki said he didn’t need to know, but Boruto wanted him to know. He wanted the other boy to hear him say it.

“Dang it!” Boruto complained hunching over, he folded his arms bitterly. “Out of the times to overreact.” He muttered under his breath, eyes flicking to catch a glimpse of Mitsuki smiling at him lightly with his face in the palm of his hand.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you looking at me? The sun is setting over there.”

Mitsuki kept on watching Boruto’s adorable reactions. “Well, I’m watching my sun set.” He got a vibrant excited ring in his tone, “Ya know, the sun doesn’t set the same, when you don’t see it in person.” Yellow eyes flickered, as cherishing words fell from lips. “I missed seeing it in person.”

Boruto felt his heart flutter, at the declaration. His blue eyes falling into yellow, desperate to convey words that he knew might never be verbalized. But even if he never said it aloud, the fuzzy sensation in his chest could no longer be denied.

[spideyjlaw]

My Avengers Endgame World Premiere experience

this is really long, lota rambling feel free to read skim anything idc, no spoilers bc this was on Monday before I saw the movie :) 

Ok Ima start Saturday night, this is when I was packing making and painting my posters that said “Thank You Avengers”, I live in California so I didn’t have to fly to this event. At 12am we (my family) we arrive in Los Angeles around 5am. At this time I thought that the premiere was going to be at El Capitan Theatre where it was originally supposed to be. We drive by the theater and we see no one is in line which was weird bc normally there would be people here already so i search and find the location which was switched last min (smh) the drive to the next location wasnt too long but at least i knew i was at the right location bc of the small group of fans and the giant poster that said Avengers Endgame World Premiere. Apparently they changed the location bc they needed a larger screening room and they didnt want tons of fans showing up, there were these girls that were waiting at the El Capitan for 2 hours before they realized something was up. Anyway, we get in line. People who were in charge told the people who stayed over night to go home bc there wasnt going to be a fan area. No one left ofc who would hell no. Then some people went on twitter to talk about it made signs it was confusing but we ended up in a fan area after going through security. We got into the fan area at 12 ish and we had to stand there for another 4 and a half hours before anything exciting happens. Now its around 4pm people are starting to arrive. (THIS IS WHEN THE ACTION STARTS) Benedict Wong then Joe Russo. Not many came all the way down the line, I was the last one on the line before it wrapped around the corner. But I did want to get barricade and able to see action so Im grateful for my spot. Then Anthony Mackie arrives he’s walking to end of the fan area around the small corner but as hes walking right as he gets near me i scream at the top of my lungs, he stops right in front of me and i go “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!ANTHONYYYYY MACKiE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!” he looks at me biggest smile. We had a whole moment together its hard to explain its kinda like a ‘you had to be there moment’ i was the longest person probably a good 20 seconds (which is a long ass time in these times when they are in a rush) he was at and while im screaming and fangirling he air grabs my head to fucking sign my forehead i closed my eyes and accepted it he didnt do it ofc but he was just a fun guy i love him soooo much he signs my posters while saying “There’s no black guy on here” (i did an original 6 themed avengers poster) but he signed than signed my bosslogic poster which he was in. paul rudd comes by hes just a rocking dude i love scott lang sm, he was so sweets v cool guys sm love for him. Then at around 5pm Chris freaking Hemsworth arrives I loose my shit and so does everyone else. Just like Joe, Benedict Wong & Anthony he also went around the corner to make sure they got all of the fans (thank u to all who did this). Ive loved Hemsie for the longest time, i did get teary eyed but i didnt cry (yet) he was just the sweetest I was able to take a crappy photo with him bc i wasnt able to function properly as i took the pic my dumbass was like “iLOvEyoUsOmUCh” its oka cause he has the cutest smile and the bluest eyes oh and i cant stress enough he smelled so good sooooo good normally i hate when guys coat themselves in cologne cause it smells bad, but his didnt, his smelled so good i was so shook like chris drop what cologne u used idc its for guys mama neeeddds. THEN IT hAPPENEd CHRISTOPHER ROBERT EVANS DRIVES BY. Everyone was like “omg is that chris evans?!��  I stand on the barricade to see if i can catch a peak, istg the moment the fucking moment he gets out the car i start to bawl my eyes out. This man who has meant more to me than anyone is over there i couldnt believe i was seeing my favorite human ever. I’ve only sobbed right as i saw my fave once before back in 2016 at the Passengers premiere when I met Jennifer Lawrence. People dont really understand the moment like this person has inspired me so much of course im going to cry and sure judge me for it but they helped me through so much. Anyway he looked soo hot in his blue suit and sunglasses. I kinda calm down bc i didnt know if he was going to come all the way down the line and yk my ass wanted a pic but he was cut half way though the people which was upsetting but again im extremely grateful to be able to see him. Then my main fucking man. Sebastian Stan arrives. see ive met the guy before last year at ace comic con (there was tea w my photo op being really messy and i hated it i got a refund u can read about that on my ace comic con post). anyway i see him. i dont cry im trying to wipe my tears i was more prepared cause ive seen him before it was gonna be ok. I lose my shit the man was wearing a baby blue pastel colored suit. fucking beautiful. iconic. very hot of you mr seb ty. hes walking down and hes getting close. he wasnt to smiley, he was taking pics but he was focused on the fans signing for as many fans as possible. He gets to me and he sees our pics then he looks u so we could take a pic and his smile just transforms you can just see his face just glow up it was the truly the cutest this ive ever experience. then we look up from the pic and hes smiling at me i tell him “I love you so much” i hear him chuckle but as he says something his security guy yells “thank you that enough” so ill be posting the vid of us and any lip readers can help a girl out ill love you forever. I ended up being Sebs last person from the fan area. he truly made my day, week fucking year. then other celebs such as jon favreau, benedict cumberbatch comes by. Jeremy Renner comes by. I shoot my shot and make small talk w Jeremy. I go “Hi Jermey how’s your day going?” he goes “I’m doing really good, how bout you?” he signs my things i excitingly tell him “I’m doing great thank you” then he goes “Thank you honey” and smiles at me. It made me really happy, i could tell he was a bit tired but Jeremy is such a sweetheart he doesnt get the credit he deserves i love him sm, ive always has a little part of my heart for Hawkeye. minutes go by. I see Lizzie Olsen, Danai Gurira, beautiful ofc. then i see fucking Mark Ruffalo hes just standing behind one of the SUVs and the sun is on him. He looked like a confused puppy it was so cute and soft, i love my ruffalo buffalo. I took my moment to scream “iS THat MARK ruFFALO?” i dont think he signed for many fans. Scarjo arrives she doesnt sign for many either she looked beautiful v pretty. a little while passes than the most bitching car comes by and stops where the cars stop until the drop off area clears and they can go. we all knew who ever was in that car he was important. then it was his time to go cause the drop off area was cleared. guess who was in the drivers seat. You guessed right. Robert Downey Jr rolling up in an Audi E-TRON, with his wife Susan Downey in the passenger seat. Truly the Tony Stark entrance. he doesnt sign for many ofc. at this time it was getting later near 6pm almost all celebs and guests are inside where the actual premiere set up is. then Vin Diesel comes in. He was the most fan based guy. even though he was running late he ran (literally speed walking) through the whole line of fans around the corner and everything. he had the biggest smile on. wearing his groot jacket. and if u dont know fast and furious are one of my fave franchises of all time so i was having the best time. then that was the last person and we started heading out. i didnt name all who ive seen since there was just to many and i probably missed some things but i loved my experience. i was able to see all the original avengers irl and that made me really happy. this whole cast means the world to me. ill love them forever