#I have joked for a while about the only tatoo I will ever get

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I yoinked some of rhyme's nail polish and did a little smiley face on one of my nails and it is so very cute and I love it :3

[clairesjointshurt]

josh headcannons⭐️

fluffy

ps: pls give feedback I have no idea what I'm doing

would steal your jewlery 100% I feel like you would see him scamper out of your room with a handful of necklaces while he's giggling and then he would have a whole stash and one day uou would find them and he would be like I can't help it

has to pet every cat he sees no matter what. (and you better pet them too because if you don't I'm like seriously questioning your mental health) (you get a pass if you're allergic) also I think he'd take pictures with all the animals he sees

if you asked him to hold your purse he would start posing with it and obnoxiously start voguing or something and almost hit someone in the face so you would have to take your purse back

or the second you hand it to him he would run away with it as a joke

when he's on tour if you aren't with him you would get like 300 photos of birds he saw and was "enamored" by. also would absolutely compare them to you

you would share clothes. end of story. (idk what size you are he would make it work pookie) like maybe it started out as you stealing maybe his hoodies or a beanie or scarf but he would absolutely take advantage of the fact that you where now sharing. it would grow into blouses and stealing eachothes jewlery. you would think you lost a necklace only to see him pictured with it on tour.

philisophical texts late at night from when he was high or just really really long voice mails

would send you videos of what they where doing on tour and I feel like he'd give you a play by play of everything. it would be like a 30 minute long video of him walking around and pointing to stuff before Sam tells him to just face time you or something.

if you ever watch a movie with him he's the type of person to start talking about the move and over the movie and eventually he just stands up and basically starts presenting

one day you're like "should I get a tatoo" and he's just all over it and whips out this sketchbook and points to other drawings and then combines a bunch of them and makes you your own design. (likes it so much he gets it on himself too)

[sweepweep]

@qrystalqueers if I wanna hear about your timeline, do I EVER??

I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT MABEL STARTING THE APOCALYPSE!! That’s so good! I would absolutely adore a quiet comforting conversation between the two. They’ll reassure each other, tell each other that it was out of their control. All while blaming themselves.

Also, you remember the Dipper and Mabel’s Guide to the Unexplained? Where they had a whole thing trying to find out the cause of Stan’s “tatoo”? I feel like they’d do that with all of Jon’s scars

|Dipper talking| “And here we have-“ *pans over to Jon growling at a 3-headed deer* “the thing that calls itself Jonathan Sims/Blackwood/Blackwood-Sims/Simswood.” *pans back to the twins* |Mabel cuts in| “and he’s BRITISH!” |Dipper pushes her away| “yes, BUT he’s weird…” *pans back to Jon cat-fighting the deer* “he has these weird scars, and we’re going to find out where he got them”

I feel like they’d live maybe less in any town and more so just in the woods. Technically the Scottish Safehouse was the happiest time for both of them: During the Archival Period, Martin was dealing with his mother, and I’m pretty sure Jon was homeless. (He had a cot in the archives, he admitted to keeping clothes in the archives, he was described as thin, frail, and never seen eating, and after his kidnapping he didn’t even consider his own home — he went straight to Georgie’s) They would’ve been at their best isolated together in that homey little cottage. I desperately want to put them in the woods, a 15 minute walk from town, in a nice little place resembling the Safehouse. It’s so fluffy and sweet to me ❤️❤️❤️

Martin and Jon adopt a cat because it’s domestic and sweet (name ideas?)

I do however, continue to live off of drama, so I wanna toss out the idea of no one knowing exactly how supernatural Jon it until Bill comes along (because fluff is fluffier when following drama imo)

Jon probably works part time at the Shack as an attraction but like everyone just assumes it’s fake

Stan probably overhears Jon and Martin complaining or joking about Gertrude and hits us with the fact that he and Gertrude went on a few dates before “she had to go back to her own dimension — what’s it called? London?”

Jon makes many “going out to get food” jokes and just goes and feeds on trauma (lord knows GF residents have enough of it-)

One last thing, how do you feel about GF ships? I’m pretty apathetic to most of them, so lmk what you might wanna see! (I will not ship Bill with anyone though, or anything cursed, toxic, or illegal, sorry.) Otherwise it doesn’t matter if you want a certain relationship or not! (However I do have an incredibly hard time writing Dipper and Pacifica together)

But it’ll really only be in the background nothing super main

And um, of course I want to hear more about your timeline! I’m infatuated with drama and angst, so it’ll be really good to get an outside perspective on anything!

[johannesviii]

This is a long post about Shaman King I started to write ages ago and I don’t have a good title for it

Let me tell you about Shaman King for a few minutes, okay. Because the new anime adaptation is coming in like 3 months and I’m still not ready for it. Also I started to write this post 5 years ago just because I re-read the whole thing at the time and it’s been in my drafts since then. Oops

But yeah Shaman King was the very first fandom I got into when I first had a real internet access, around 2003-2004. I was around fifteen. The manga was still going. And in retrospect, it was full of problems. Among other things:

Not enough female characters & questionable choices for most of the ones who actually have a part to play in the plot

A black character drawn with big lips (see above), and I REALLY HOPE this is gonna get fixed in the new anime ; I mean even the author stopped drawing him like that a few years ago when he did the “remix tracks” extra chapters so come on please

An imaginary native american tribe who, while pretty cool, is still imagined by a Japanese dude in 1999 soooo yeah there’s some rough corners here and there (edit: got some anon hate about that but I'm sorry, "ancient aliens" tropes always make me uncomfortable)

An art quality which gets worse and worse over time due to deadline pressures and an increasingly exhausted author

Was stopped before it could reach its natural conclusion (the author drew an actual ending years later and tbh it’s great so I’m putting this very low on the list)

So yeah. Manga from 1999. Problematic. Aged badly. It happens.

BUT.

In retrospect, most of it is such a kick in the metaphorical butt of shonen manga as a whole I can’t believe it was competing against Naruto and One Piece at some point?? Like

It’s a shonen so it plays the "dramatic and sudden power jump” game, but it uses it to reach a surprising conclusion (in the “new” ending I mean)

Most of the characters are “shamans” which means they can see ghosts and spirits, and they use them to fight, to work, or to help other people. This is a manga in which you’re gonna see a Russian shaman channeling a Vodyanoy spirit into a drum to create a torrential flood. You don’t see that in every manga

It’s stated right away that no shaman can be truely, irredeemably bad, because only good-natured people can see ghosts and spirits.

So, no matter how bad a villain may be, they must have had a good nature once even if they look like a complete bastard at the moment.

How far is the author willing to go with that concept? Pretty far

Even without talking about the main villain and how the story ends because, duh, spoilers... Like

My favorite character, who gets a full redemption arc later, cuts someone open in his first chapter

He’s one of the good guys 10 volumes later

Speaking of which the amount of gore in this manga has to be seen to be believed, Jump would never let this happen nowadays

If you’re wondering why this is in the “positive” (......?) list it’s because I was 14/15 and all kids that age crave blood and angst

The main character, Yoh, pictured above, is very laid-back, and I mean very. He listens to the in-world equivalent of Bob Marley and constantly wears big headphones. Also he wears sandals, and sometimes there’s a weed leaf drawn on his t-shirt

His parents arranged a mariage between him and a girl shaman even though they’re still teenagers, so this would have potential for High Drama - but surprisingly enough it turns out they like each other and after that he just goes around saying “this is my future wife” and she’s like “hello if you touch him I’m going to end you”

It sounds weird and it......... is, tbh, but it’s also refreshing among all the “ugh, girls, yuck” tropes that nearly all shonen mangas used to have at the time

Yoh’s main goal in life is to live with minimal effort

When his grandfather tells him he must train to participate in a shaman tournament which happens every 500 years, because the winner gets a wish granted by the Great Spirit, he decides his wish will be to make everybody’s life easy so that nobody will ever be forced to work or do shit they don’t want to do to survive anymore

Yoh Asakura is a Millenial icon don’t @ me

Speaking of which

Almost everyone in this series is broke as f█ck

Yoh owns a big house but that’s only because the price was ridiculously low since it’s the most haunted place in Tokyo and nobody else wants to live there. The house is constantly full of other characters (including enemies) who have literally nowhere else to go

The only important character who isn’t broke has money because his family is super rich but he hates all of them because they’re all bastards so it’s super awkward

Another character bought a really cool motorbike but he’s going to be in debt for the next 40 years

Also he’s a hobo

And also bi

What I’m trying to say is: relatable

Also the tournament is held by an imaginary Native American tribe. They’re also broke. All of them. The two judges who are in charge of the main characters live in a cramped appartment and often try to sell souvenirs in the street to pay the rent

I know that’s hashtag problematic but I still love them I can’t help it

Just like in most shonen mangas the hero seems to amass a big collection of Friends but since everyone is a weirdo in a way or another and comes from all over the world it looks even funnier

At some point during the tournament, the main characters have to form small groups of three in order to participate to the next part. Yoh’s team is one of the strongest teams among the ones we’ve met at this point, and is composed of 1) Yoh, a laid-back sleepy kid wearing toilet sandals 2) the aforementioned bi hobo who’s sad because his current crush is in a rival team, and 3) a thirty-something tatooed guy with no legs and an IV drip and who looks like he hasn’t slept since 1997

Oh and they all wear adds for a bath house

Because remember: everyone’s f█cking broke

Spoilers for the mid-point of the manga but I need to talk about it because it encapsulates everything I used to love in it

You’ve been warned

So

At some point the main character, Yoh, is asked to choose between staying in the tournament or resurrect his rival

This is framed as some kind of very heavy, very huge dilemma. Like oh no what will he do. Will he give up his dreams and hopes. Will You Push The Button(tm)

So the choice is presented to him

In a very dramatic way

And he immediately goes “there’s a way to save him?? YES PLEASE”

He doesn’t hesitate a single second and drops the tournament in a heartbeat to save the guy

This scene greatly contributed to make me a better person I’m not even joking at all

I love Yoh

So anyway I don’t have a proper conclusion for this

Shaman King is very flawed and its flaws need to be acknowledged to fully appreciate all the good things in it, and the “old” fandom from more than 15 years ago was a very good formative experience for me because the forum I was on (which was nuked from the face of the internet by a hacker “looking for training grounds” (his words not mine, he posted it on our frontpage a full week before he did it) in 2005, rip) was full of people who were really into criticising every little aspect of the manga but still loved it dearly

And I think that’s a healthy way to enjoy things and I think we should bring this back

Anyway

Shaman King extremely flawed but full of good things

I still can’t believe it’s back

Johannes out

[undyingsunshine]

Also because I am a glutton for punishment: hiding face in neck (3) + running fingers through hair (2)

(No pressure to write any or all of these btw !!)

(Fuckkkkk now I am also Thinking about Them)

Sierra you gave me sO MANY PROMPTS I LOVE YOU <3 and YES YES THINK WITH ME!!! THINK WITH ME ABOUT THEM!!! My new tumblr goal: get as many people as possible to like this ship ((JOKES JOKES JOKES))

I'm answering this one first because the prompts instantly gave me a more solid idea for something I vaguely had in my drafts. And guess what :) It's :) Angsty :) As fuck :) And i'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY ALL I CAN DO IS WRITE ANGST IDK WHY??? Like. Hurt No Comfort is one of my least favourite things to read ever and yet??? here I am??? writing it???? ((Kind of a lie, there is a smidgen of comfort here but still. That one fic I wrote. yknow the one. Is the definiton of hurt no comfort))

ANYWAY. I PROMISE I'LL MAKE THE OTHER ONES MUCH NICER BC U DESERVE IT FOR THE HELL I PUT YOU THROUGH 💙💙💙💙 But for now. Have ur daily dose of Suffering, fresh out of the raging inferno that is my soul :) Drabble under the cut! (Which I finally figured out how to do???? HECK YEA!)

((Extra kind of unrelated note, while finishing this off I was listening to Bulletproof Love by Pierce The Veil on repeat. Give it a listen if you feel like suffering more :) ))

Warnings: vague allusions to tomb of the sea, talk of snakes, general angstyness

Yang Hao knows a lot about Li Cu.

Yang Hao knows that Li Cu prefers sleeping on his back or on his right - knows that the left side of Li Cu's neck is a source of sensory nightmare. He knows that some days are better than others, but on the other days, even the collars of his shirts border on the realms of unbearably comfortable. He knows some days - inversely - consist of him stubbornly wearing anything that covers at least most of his throat, unable to stomach the feeling of it being out in the open. Exposed.

Li Cu has never truly spoke about what happened, but the faded puncture scars are plenty enough to get Yang Hao's mind reeling with awful visions, some of which infiltrate his dreams, rampaging through and leaving nothing but tear stains that no one else is present - or awake - to witness, and brutal aftershocks that introduce newer chasms in his heart; pits of despair reserved only for the boy that sleeps, blissfully (...?) unaware, beside him.

Yang Hao knows that Li Cu has a phobia of snakes.

He knows this from the times his smile instantly dropped at the sight of one. Times times where Li Cu had laced their fingers together in order to (not so) subtly move Yang Hao's hand off his rapidly beating heart, a thunderous rhythm triggered by any hint of a hissing noise.

Yang Hao knows Li Cu is suffering.

But what Yang Hao doesn't know is how to help. Or even approach the matter. Su Wan is easy to rile up, easy to intimidate and easy to convince. It doesn't take long before he cracks and starts talking about his problems. Li Cu? Not so much. He's stubborn and, worst of all, closed off about anything concerning the nightmare sequence that was... well... everything that fucker Wu Xie put him through. The second it's hinted at, there's no real telling what he'll do, at least not exactly. Sometimes he'll snap, insisting there's 'nothing to talk about' (a blatant lie even Su Wan wouldn't believe); sometimes he'll become distant and avoidant until the topic is changed; sometimes he'll straight up leave, using any and all excuses to escape the situation. There's no way of getting to open up (...yet)

So Yang Hao does what he can.

He lets Li Cu turn away. He lets Li Cu bury (or moreso hide) his head in his neck, doing his best to not focus on the shallow, hitched breaths, or the way Li Cu swallows down his nausea, or the way Li Cu's hand tightens ever so slightly more around his. Instead, he concentrates on threading his own slightly shaky (from anger, helplessness or worry, he's never really been able to tell) free hand through Li Cu's hair as soothingly as he can. He lets Li Cu take as long as he needs to focus entirely on any other sensation Yang Hao so willingly gives to him, until the brewing storm passes over and their chests finally banish the cursed, bated breath that had built up behind their ribs. Synchronised. Practiced. A routine that shouldn't have to exist, but persist it still does.

The pain is soul deep: etched into their bones, woven into their muscles and tatooed in their nerves. No fibre of their beings is left unmarked. But, at the very least, they can bare through it together. A small victory, some may say, but not to them. Because it shows they survived. That they overcame all the bullshit thrown at them and came out alive, even if it wasn't in one piece, it's enough.

To hold each other's hand. To hear each other breathe. To exist in each other's presence.

It's small. But it's enough.

[xxbinnieesstuff]

Moon’s relationships with BTS

Moon’s materialist

KIM SEOKJIN - seokbin [siblings/ best friends]

The relationship between the oldest and the youngest in the group is perhaps one of the most beautiful. Many people thinks that Jin is like a father figure to HaeBin, well these people are wrong.

 Haebin and Jin are constantly either fighting or telling each other some bad joke. In fact, Haebin is a big fan of dad jockes. She doesn’t know why, either, but those bad jokes make her laugh, and Jin is proud of it. 

These two together don’t know what the word "pause" means.When Jin has a brilliant (bad) idea, Haebin is always ready to give him her support.

MIN YOONGI - haengi [romance/tsundere]

HaeBin is Yoongi’s weakness. The first thought when he met her was “my god, this girl is so precious, I have to protect her!” but he’ll never admit it out loud. 

Haebin admires Yoongi a lot, she is always ready to give him support when he needs it. 

Yoongi would act as if her cheerful attitude disturbed him but at the first sweet thing a little smile would pop on his lips. He loves her so much, another thing he’ll never admit is that being so energetic makes him feel good.

Not to mention the sleepless nights in his studio in her company. They are the most beautiful sweet moments.

For HaeBin the best moments are when Yoongi is hugged and cuddled.

JUNG HOSEOK - hobin [siblings/ best friends]

Hoseok thinks Haebin is the sweetest thing he’s ever looked at.

HaeBin is his baby.

The two always have dates together and are super cute in the eyes of the fandom and the world. He is always ready to help HaeBin whenever he is struggling with something and whenever he wants a hug.

These two are the happy viruses of the group. 

In each Bangtan Bomb in the background you can see these two messing around and joking with the staff members. 

HaeBin has always considered Hoseok as “a person too good for this world who needs protection”. and guess who will give him the protection and love he deserves? 

KIM NAMJOON - nambin [platonic / parental]

It was Namjoon who put Haebin in the final line up of bangtan. He was convinved that she was perfect for the group’s concept. From that moment  the two are inseparable. He took care of her, he was his shoulder on which to cry and he really cared about her health. 

Although he is the leader of the group, HaeBin always tries to lessen his problems. In fact every tme Nam has a problem, without saying anything, she goes to him and hug him, until Nam feels better.

Speaking both English it is natural that sometimes they exchange some words in english. Especially to annoy the others. 

Another thing they share is being clumsy. At the dorm they lost count of how many lamps they broke. 

PARK JIMIN - haemin [siblings]

other pair of clumsy. These two compete for the prize for the strangest falls (ofc Jimin is winning)

The first thing you learn in a new language is swearing, and Jimin thaught her a lot. For this reason he would end up in trouble with Namjoon while Jin and the others would laugh out loud.

Haebin loves teaching english to Jimin, they always have a great time and Moon is happy to share her knowledge.

He loves to cuddle her and give her everything she wants and that exists in this universe because, damn it, she deserves it!

Jimin is always at the forefront if someone makes her angry or disrespects her. No one can afford to treat his baby like that!

With his little hands he could hurt anyone who hurts her.

KIM TAEHYUNG - taebin [siblings/ platonic]

These two. You can never tell what’s on their mind.

Tae loves her very much, that’s why he tends to be always clingy with her. On the other hand, Bin always pretends to be annoyed by these displays of affection, but only to annoy Tae.

These struggles of affection last until Tae can get a hug, once he gets his hug, these two won’t come off until Jungkook starts fighting with Tae.

Of course, Haebin also has her moments. It happens that the two have “coffee dates” when Haebin wants to distract herself and free her mind.

During these “coffe dates” the conversations changes from the most serious to the most senseless. 

They really love each other.

JEON JUNGKOOK - jungbin [romantic / best friends]

THEY CANNOT LIVE FAR FROM EACH OTHER. 

THEY ARE THE CUTEST BROS EVER. 

At first they couldn’t stand each other or at least Jungkook didn’t ike Haebin very much, se behaved accordingly. Of course, their quarrels are distant memories, these two are like two siamese cats now. 

They’re always together: they play videogames together, they compose together, they sing together, they annoy their hyungs together. 

Jungkook convinced HaeBin to go with him and get a tatoo. They ended up having a friendship tattoo and they’re very happy about it.

The first person to whom HaeBin revealed that she had a boyfriend was JK.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Please tell me if you notice any errors. I would like a sincere feedback. 💕

Requests are open. If you want various moments with one of the members you can request it here. 

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 12 of Possible-y Utah

Chapter 12 - The Agreement II

(2:18 pm)

A pink convertible pulled up into the driveway of Richard's house and two girls, both seniors, got out of the car.

The girl who was driving the car was Genna Majenta. She, whom had recently graduated from MHS, had long shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes and was slightly taller than Kim. She was dressed in a blue croptop shirt, a silver star necklace, Club Banana dark baggy denim overalls with the bib folded down and straps hooked and a belt to hold them up and white sneakers. She was co-captain of the Middleton Golden Dancers dance team in her senior and the girlfriend of Richard.

The other girl whom was the passenger of the car was Jeanna Montana, the girlfriend of Jack. Like Genna, she was approaching her senior year at Middleton High and was also on the Golden Dancers. They were also of the same height. But whereas Genna had brown eyes and black hair, Jeanna had blonde hair and blue eyes and had a tatoo of two starts on her midriff. She was wearing a pink tubetop, silver hoop earrings, black carpenter jeans, and pink sneakers.

"Ugh...do you wonder why Richard called us here, Gen?" Jeanna asked while popping her strawberry bubblegum.

"Dunno. Maybe both he and Jack could get lucky with us tonight!" Genna replied, texting away on her phone.

"You wanna take Jack upstairs or in the basement?" Jenna asked, popping a medium-sized bubble.

"Since I went upstairs with Jack last time, I'll take the basement for a little 'extra-session' with him!" Genna replied with a very vapid grin, licking her lips. "I am wearing my 'special' panties for him!"

She opened the door to the house and saw that, to her surprise, that Bonnie and Rebecca were sitting on the couch.

Jeanna reacted with disgust at the sight of a cheerleader in her boyfriend's house.

"What is this...?" she asked with a slight growl.

Richard gasped in horror at his girlfriend appearing. "It's not what it looks like, Jeanna! They were the ones who called us up to come here.

Jeanna stomped to the living room with her left hand clenched in a fist.

"I am going to give Miss Rockwaller a piece of my mind!" she exclaimed.

Bonnie saw the approaching, and very POed, Jeanna but she stood her ground. She jumped out of the couch right in front of her.

Rebecca exclaimed, "B! Please!"

"If you even dare come closer to me..." Bonnie insisted, her shoes digging deep in the carpet, "...I will make sure that my mom will give you a good paddling with her Swatter!"

Genna also intervened, "Jenna...I'd hate to say this, but Bonnie's right! You do NOT want to cross paths with her!"

Jeanna stopped herself in her tracks. She knew all about the reputation of Veronica Rockwaller and her infamous wooden paddle.

"You're lucky that your mom is the head disciplinarian of the entire school district, Rockwaller! I would've given you a black eye if I had the chance!" Jeanna sneered.

Richard tried to intervene.

"Ladies! Ladies! Let's chillax!" he nervously chuckled, "Let's not fight here! Let's be reasonable before someone calls the police on any of us!"

Jenna unclenched her fists but turned her anger to her football-playing boyfriend.

"Richard, I am going to have a very long talk with you after this..."

"You know, this may be just be a mistake...just like what you two losers did with 'The Incident'!"

Rebecca, however, was still confused.

"Okay, I'm totes mixed up."

"What is it now, R?" Bonnie asked.

"Why do you have beef with the Golden Dancers?" Rebecca questioned.

"It all started about six months ago. We were about to hit the showers after cheer practice one day." Bonnie began to explain "The Incident."

Jenna then smirked, "Oh yeah, now I remember! One of our Dancers turned off the hot waters to the showers!"

"I have never taken a shower that cold in my life...about as bad as the time Possible pulled that same trick on me last year at Wannaweep." Bonnie muttered. "Good thing we had our towels on."

"That was only Part 1 of our little 'fun' against you cheerleaders!" Genna giggled.

"Oh yes, the other part of their prank against us!" Bonnie continued, "Another one of your little Dancers poured Stoppable's Mad Dog banana cream foam down our cheer skirts!"

"We had a very good laugh after that!" Jenna grinned. "Celebrated at Mr. Swirley's that night."

"I, along with the rest of the squad, had to wash my uniform thoroughly to get rid of Stoppable's gunk!" Bonnie bitterly complained.

"He should have stored the foam in a more...secure...place!" Genna cackled.

Bonnie huffed before saying, "I wish if I had punched you in the face right then and there...but Possible, being the Miss Goody-Two-Shoes she is, banned the squad from ever engaging in violence or any criminal acts against you Dancers. And your little Dancer who poured the foam in our skirts got kicked off!"

Genna sighed, "Yet, a couple weeks after that, someone on your squad disobeyed Kim's orders! Stole our hairsprays for an upcoming dance competish! To my recollection, didn't Kim kick her off the team?"

"Truth be told, yes!" Bonnie replied, while darting her eyes around.

Jenna then turned to Rebecca. "So you see, due to 'The Incident' , a brawl was inevitable between the Dancers and the Cheer Squad."

She then continued on the aftermath.

"A few days after that, me and Kim agreed for the Cheer Squad and the Dancers to set up a truce that we won't carry our rivalry on the school grounds during school hours. It's now pretty much limited to mean glares and taunting. No practical jokes or physical contact that would draw the ire of the school board."

"It's a controlled rivalry, then?" Rebecca asked.

Jeanna, Genna, and Bonnie all nodded their heads.

Genna then intervened on Rebecca and Bonnie's intent of visiting.

"So now that we've got the deets of 'The Incident' out of the way, I am going to ask again, Rockwaller. Why are you and..."

Jeanna then whispered in Genna's ear on who the other girl was with Bonnie.

Genna gasped, "That so can't be! That's Rebecca Starlet, the billionaire heiress to the Starlet family oil fortune!"

"OMG! I totally loved your reality show about what's it's like being rich and all..." Jeanna exclaimed breathlessly before having a forgetful moment. "Oh man...what's that show called again?"

"Being Rich with a Starlett?" Rebecca guessed with a smirk.

"That's the one!" Genna said in between breaths. "Oh man...I'm so amazed that we have a celeb here that I forgot what we were talking about!"

"You were about to say, 'Why are you here', Genna!" Richard corrected his girlfriend.

"Oh right!" Genna replied before taking a deep breath. "Forgive my fangirling, but why exactly are you and Miss Starlet here for, Rockwaller?"

"We're here because we need your BF's help to not only humiliate Possible, but also break the loser couple up for good!" Bonnie replied on their real intent of their visit. "Since he has already graduated from Middleton High, he won't have the threat of Barkin dangling over his head."

"Yeah, before I met this lovely lady here..." Richard said, turning his head towards Genna, "...I did have a blind date with Kim last year...only to be rejected by her dad, all because I was 18 months older than she was!"

"And I also only had one date with that redhead around that same time..." Jack snarled, "Just because I made a pass at Jeanna does not mean that she has the right to splash water in my face!"

"So we have at least something in common...hatred against the wannabe for at least something" Bonnie grinned, "Well...except for Rebecca because she's not on Possible's radar...yet."

"Yes, but what is in it for me and Jeanna if we go along with your little plot of breaking up the couple?" Genna asked.

Bonnie shifted her teal eyes to Rebecca.

"R, would you like to demonstrate?"

"I sure can, B!" Rebecca grinned as she took out two credit cards with a $100,000 limit on each to Country Club Banana.

Jeanna gasped, "That is genuine Country CB?"

Rebecca nodded her head.

"You would have to pass a credit card check just to even get in the place!" Genna exclaimed, her jaw droppping.

Rebecca continued, "My daddy gave it to me last Christmas, but I still haven't figured out to do with them. So may as well put them to good use!"

"Rebecca will give you the Country CB credit cards IF the plan to break up Possible and Stupidable is successful." Bonnie explained. "If you fail, you get nothing!"

"In exchange, me and my Dancers will not play any practical jokes on you or any of your cheerleaders for the rest of summer except for the intended target of Miss Possible!" Jeanna replied.

"Do we have a deal?" Bonnie asked grinning, extending out her hand.

Jeanna also extended her hand and shook hers with Bonnie's, sealing the agreement.

"Now..." she began, "...here's the plan."

And the six teens began to discuss at length Bonnie's vile plan to break up Team Possible.

[felicityfiction]

[bulletproof glass part 3] part 2

“choi san is dangerous”

those were the first words that hongjoong uttered after the fateful meeting in the warehouse. “maybe i underestimated him.”

yunho remembers hongjoong having a nightmare that night, ending with a loud shout of “YUNHO!” and the banging open of his door, a frenzied hongjoong barging in his room, gasping for air like someone was choking him. yunho remembers hongjoong startling him awake, only to have hongjoong gather him in his arms and mutter incomprehensible things into his ears while he just sat there, helpless and confused.

“they can’t take me, hyung. it’s okay. i’m here, i’m safe.”

a frantic shake of the head. “no, you’re not. i made you a target since the day i took you to see them. i shouldn’t have done that, but i couldn’t leave you alone.”

“i know, hyung. it’s alright. we’re okay. i can protect myself”

a muffled laugh. “as much as that gun is loaded, yunho, we both know you can‘t bring yourself to shoot.”

yunho purses his lips, drawing back and holding hongjoong at arms length. “i’ll shoot it if anyone threatens you, hyung. threatens us. you know that.”

hongjoong sighs, and wonders for the nth time why he brought this sweet soul into the tainted abyss of the underworld.

he sleeps much better after that, though, buried in 185cm of yunho.

“hello again, yunho ssi”

yunho, in his sleep deprived, coffee induced haze, barely recognises the person standing in front of him. “huh.” he manages to utter, sounding so incredibly dumb that even he himself winces. damn it, yunho. get it together

but then he realises he shouldn’t even be engaging with choi san, who’s holding a latte to his lips and grinning at him like they shared some kind of inside joke.

yunho thinks he should find a new cafe to frequent. he can’t keep being distracted by devilishly attractive mafia bosses while he‘s trying to work on his dissertation. shame, the coffee here is the best he’s had in a while.

“what do you want.” he sighs out, not bothering to try and intimidate san into going away. somehow,within three meetings, he already understands san more than most people do.

choi san cannot be cowed.

“like i said last time, nothing. just wanted to say hi. and good luck on whatever you’re doing, it looks difficult.” choi san hums, still staring at him, and yunho, much to his horror, finds the tips of his ears going hot.

san’s grin morphs into a smirk. “i told you before, yunho- we’ll probably be meeting a lot. and it’s probably to my benefit that you look cute almost all the time. even holding a gun.”

what is this guy‘s problem?!

yunho grits his teeth, willing himself to ignore the man. “i am busy. go away.”

“of course, of course. see you soon, cutie.” san winks, and to yunho’s horror, the blush on his ears creeps onto his cheeks.

“i hope not.”

“darling, we don’t always get what we want in life.” san chirps merrily, and yunho tenses. choi san is dangerous.

warning alarms go off in his head when san leans in closer, just like he did the last time they met. this time, yunho forces himself not to shrink away. he can’t shoot me in broad daylight. he’s a mafia boss, not an idiot.

“but i’m the exception. i always get what i want. and right now, jung yunho, i want you.”

yunho chokes on air, and san whirls around on his heels, strutting off, a satisfied smile decorating his chiseled features. making yunho flustered was his new favourite past time.

while yunho is still recovering, an employee brings out a piece of hazelnut cake and sets it on his table. yunho eyes it suspiciously. “sorry, i didn’t order that.”

“yes, but that gentleman just now did. told us to bring it to you. oh, and he left a message. enjoy, sir!”

a card is slipped onto his table, and yunho can’t resist.

eyeing the cake and gingerly picking up the fork with his left hand, he turns the card around with his right hand and blinks.

you intrigue me, jung yunho. hazelnut is your favourite right? i bet you’re wondering how i know, though the answer won’t surprise you. i’ll get to know you more, and maybe you’ll want me to know you too.

by the way, my name is san, since you never use it. here’s my number. i trust you won’t do anything with it, but maybe save it. i’ll see you again.

for gods’ sake. was a mafia boss flirting with him?

“san. what’s your intention with yunho?”

“god, seonghwa, you’ve asked me that so many times. i told you, he’s a bit of fun and amusement. such an innocent thing. maybe i want to ruin him. who knows? i just like messing with him.”

seonghwa pursed his lips, eyeing san cautiously while he spins in his leather chair behind his gigantic desk.

“there’s no time for amusement.”

you have to kill him.

“that’s where you are wrong, my dear stick in the mud.” san tuts at him. “there’s always time for fun, and jung yunho is the best fun i’ve had in a while.”

“usually you sleep with the fun on the first try.” seonghwa deadpans.

san laughs, and then contemplates. “true. but he knows me, knows what i am. he’ll take more effort, if i want to go there. but strangely, i’m not sure that’s what i even want out of him.”

“why do you care so much about him?” seonghwa bites his tongue, regretting his statement immediately when he sees san tense.

“i don’t. i’m just bored, seonghwa. don’t get anything screwed up inside your head.”

god, seonghwa wants to tell him so bad.

they’re going to make you kill him

stay away from him

i don’t want you to hurt

“i’ll have him soon. and then i won’t want him anymore, just like all the others.” san whirls around in his chair to face the window, the view of seoul greeting him. “they’re all so easy.”

seonghwa knows jung yunho isn’t easy. he’s not a toy, and he won’t fall for san.

at least, seonghwa hopes he won’t. he hopes that jung yunho is intelligent and cares enough about his own wellbeing to stay away from san. then maybe the elders would reconsider his target, and seonghwa won’t have to look hongjoong in the eye and tell him that his little brother is about to be killed-

seonghwa grips his phone tightly, standing outside an apartment smack in the middle of hongdae. he’s trying to decide whether or not to knock, when the door opens and decides for him.

kim hongjoong stands before seonghwa, in all the glory that one can at 4am in the morning.

“the fuck?” is the only thing he gets in lieu of a greeting.

seonghwa can’t help the little smile that crawls onto his face, or the little flame of warmth that blooms, just for a split second, in his heart.

this apartment is hongjoong’s secret hideout, away from all the filth and burden that he carries in his day to day life.

somehow, seonghwa has been let in on the secret.

“hey.” seonghwa manages, biting his lips to keep from spilling everything out.

“do you need something?” hongjoong’s voice is husky, and seonghwa feels slightly apologetic for waking him up. especially since he has no idea why he’s there, other than the fact that his feet took him there of their own accord.

so he decides to be honest. “wanted to see you. that’s all. i can go now.”

he doesn’t move, registering hongjoong’s slight widening of his eyes and the way he seems to be more alert.

god, if choi san knew how dangerous it was to be so, so attracted to the enemy, maybe he would stay away. but seonghwa is a hypocrite.

kim hongjoong is his biggest secret.

there’s a pale hand on his wrist, tugging him into the apartment, and seonghwa complies easily.

he has always, always been weak for kim hongjoong.

here, in this apartment, he tosses aside his persona as a senior member of the choi mafia, and hongjoong sheds the title of leader. at least for a while, they both pretend like they’re just normal people, enjoying each other’s company

and maybe they both secretly entertain the thought that they might be normal people, who don’t want to let each other go.

within each meeting on opposite sides, with the threat of dying ever present, hongjoong will never admit it, but he doesn’t think he could shoot seonghwa. or hurt him. or do anything besides gather the taller man into a tight embrace and press his lips against the tatoo on his neck. the insignia of his gang. maybe, if he kisses it hard enough,it will fade away and hongjoong can take him into his arms without feeling like he’s playing with fire.

there’s not supposed to be trust between them. but seonghwa bares his neck a bit more, and he knows he’s long gone , unable to stay away from hongjoong.

if it came down to it, they’d both shoot themselves before they would each other. of course, neither of them says that, because that would mean crossing a line that they couldn’t afford to. they’d trip over the web of strings and not be able to catch themselves. on the surface, they don’t speak of each other. but at night, seonghwa’s thoughts flit over to hongjoong automatically.

and seonghwa wants.

he wants so,so badly.

and he’s scared that san wants, too.

san, who covers for him silently and doesn’t use hongjoong as leverage against seonghwa. san, who has so much more on the line.

charming, seductive choi san, who wouldn’t be able to realise he’s in too deep because he thinks himself invincible and beyond attachment.

in hongjoong’s bedroom that night, buried under the sheets, seonghwa prays and prays, but he feels hopeless.

he’s always prayed to wake up the next day and still be here, next to hongjoong without a gun between them.

but tonight, he thinks of san.

there’s a mountainload of guilt in his chest. the knowledge that san will be tasked to kill, and seonghwa will be forced to choose between two sides of himself that have been clashing from the beginning

in his heart, seonghwa knows. he knows because he can read san like an open book. he’s grown up with san, and he feels suffocated at the thought that san doesn’t know himself as well as he thinks. san is plunging head first into the deep end.

san’s falling, and seonghwa might not be able to catch him.

A/N: i really didnt think this through. i dont know how i want the story to develop because i am an impatient prick who wants to get to the climax but can’t put together a good enough storyline to get there and shfhnfew i’m so frustrated

[baronessblixen]

Can you please write the Post MS-III seizure fic and Mulder takes Scully home to the unremarkable house after the hospital and takes care of her? I love your fic.

Fictober day 14! I also used a very old prompt for this: post My Struggle 3, MSR  I need to read about them dealing with the aftermath of that episode. I mean scully almost died three times, and Mulder SLIT a man’s throat. She worries about the effects of that on him. They worry about each other and talk about it.

Tagging @today-in-fic

Facing Fears

He's taking her home. It feels good to think it, say it out loud, even if it's just for a day. Two, maybe, if he can convince her.

"You don't have to do this," she says, repeating the same sentiment again and again ever since she got the okay to leave the hospital.

"I want to do it," Mulder says, assuring her with a hand on her back. "Welcome home." It's a mere whisper, afraid that any loud noise might scare her away. But she smiles back at him, albeit sleepily.

"It's clean," she jokes, stealing a glance at him. This is how it should be, he thinks, grinning at her. He's not going to talk about his progress with her, not today. Tonight is only about her.

"Let's get you out of these clothes and-"

"That's a bit forward, Mulder. Even for you." His cheek color, but she takes off her shoes, kicking them to the side. The sight amazes him. Where is the Scully who once made him organize his running shoes by color?

Watching her take off her coat, hanging it where she always used to hang it, he knows they're both in there, both Scullys hiding under that fierce red hair, behind that strong, stubborn heart of hers. In her beautiful mind.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asks, running a hand through her hair and grimacing. They'll tackle practical things like a shower and hair washing tomorrow.

"Just wondering how you're feeling." It's only half a lie.

"Exhausted." He opens his mouth to offer her the bed when she holds up her hand. "Can we get comfortable on the couch? Please? I missed the couch." She looks away shyly.

"Of course," he says, "whatever you want."

Scully snuggles into a blanket and leans against Mulder, her head on his shoulder. He sits still, not wanting to disturb the moment. Her hand seeks his, squeezes it.

"Thank you, Mulder. I know I said you didn't have to do this, but I'm glad I'm here."

"So am I." Everything about Scully is quiet, subdued. He thinks about her words in the hospital, about their son. The visions that have been haunting her, hurting her. He wishes it was him. She's been through enough.

"Your thoughts are loud," she says, her voice laced with amazement.

"You can hear my thoughts?"

She shakes her head. "No, it's just... noise. I can hear that you're thinking. Mulder, I think we deserve a break, don't you?"

He chuckles. "We've been in need a break since 1995." She joins in, laughing softly. "How about some mindless TV to drown out the voices?"

"As long as it's not one of your tapes."

He twists his head, feigns shock. "Those were never mine. But the ones I, uhm, had around here are gone. Promise." He clicks through endless hours of DVR content until he finds some classic, black and white movie. He looks at Scully for approval and she nods. They snuggle deeper into the soft cushions, pressed against each other and holding hands.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Mulder asks just as the movie is starting.

"Right now all I need is you."

"You'll tell me if you..."

"I'll tell you if I need anything else, Mulder," she says in an earnest voice. Silence falls over them as they try to concentrate on the movie. He doesn't remember the last time they did this. He remembers Caddyshack, almost two decades ago, not even watching the movie, but laughing into each other's mouths, making love to the flickering glow of the TV.

The fake, loud sound of gunshots roars from the screen and Scully flinches.

"Hey, it's all right." He kisses the words into her hair. "Do you want me to turn it off?" She shakes her head. "Are you thinking about... what happened last night?" He tastes blood, feels rage.

"No," she says, "I barely... I don't remember much except... I remember your face. The sounds. Mulder, you killed that man." The knife, the throat, the blood. Scully plays with his hand, his fingers. The same ones that held the sharp instrument. The blood was hot as it ran over his skin, tainting him. He'd do it again, if he had to, if it meant saving Scully.

"You don't need to worry about me." He's seen worse. Hell, he's done worse. "I'm worried about you, Scully. The guy tried to kill you." When she got dressed in the hospital, he saw the faint tatoos of the fingers that pressed against her throat. He swallows. That wound will heal, at least.

She cups his cheek, runs her thumb over his skin. "You saved me. I think you should see your therapist, talk about what happened."

"Will you do the same? With these visions-"

"William isn't trying to hurt me. He's just... reaching out." Her smile is gentle, as if she were hearing a favorite song in her head, one she hasn't heard in a while. He wishes he could hear it too.

"I just worry about you, Scully," he admits, gently running a hand over her head.

"I worry about you," she says, looking him in the eyes.

"Some things never change, do they?"

She snuggles back into his side, getting comfortable. "Not when it comes to you and me."

He holds her, whispers that he'll be there, no matter what, promises that he'll save her in case she has nightmares. She frowns at him, but he doesn't care, accepts it. He thanks the stars she's here by his side, looking out for him, as he watches out for her.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Dorks

Request: so, my point is: reader is the new actress in ffh cast and looks all tough, is tall and even the way she dress is badass, tom is kinda afraid to talk with her but then one day he spots a star wars tatoo on her wrist (the resistance symbol if that's okay) and then he's nervous but makes the first move and then she starts to ramble about how she loves movies and tv shows, she's actually a nerd and a big dork, not what tom thought of her at all. could you write it please? thank you <3

A/n: Confession, I’ve never seen Star Wars (and I’ve never seen Harry Potter) so I don’t know what the resistance symbol is or what it stands for, but we just gonna roll with it😂

Adding this gif bc the only thing I know about Star Wars is lightsabers

“Look at that chick,” Jacob said as he and Tom sat at the table at catering. Jon had told them they hired some extra cast, but he didn’t mention he hired someone that could literally be the real-life Black Widow.

“She could kick my ass in more ways than I’d like to know,” Tom said as he watched you walk around the room. You wore a simple white tank top under a leather jacket with ripped jeans and heeled boots. “And she just looked this way. Perfect,” Tom turned around real quick as he saw you look toward him and Jacob. You smiled and made your way to him.

“Hey, guys,” you said, setting your plate on the table and sitting down across from the boys. “I’m y/n. Been working on set for a while, but we’ve never actually met.” You looked between the two boys waiting for one of them to speak.

“Um, yeah. Sorry,” Jacob spoke up. “We’re just super busy, you know. Ned and Peter.”

“What about you, tough guy?” You asked. Everyone gushed about how sweet Tom is and you couldn’t imagine his silence was normal.

“Sorry?” He asked.

“So he does speak,” you said, making Tom laugh nervously.

“Sorry, I uh- I just have some scenes after this that I’m going over in my head.”

You nodded your head before licking your lips. “We’ve wrapped for the day,” you reminded him.

“Yeah! Yeah, no. I know, I meant for tomorrow. After this- tomorrow,” he spoke quickly trying to cover his ass.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine,” you said, lifting your hands in surrender. “I won’t force my friendship on anyone, Peter Parker.”

“Is that a Star Wars tattoo?” He asked, noticing the ink on your wrist. You turned to look at it as he mentioned it. You’ve had it for so long, sometimes you forget that it’s there.

“Yeah, the resistance symbol. I got when I turned eighteen,” you explained. “I grew up on Star Wars- I love it so I wanted to have a piece of it with me forever.”

“That’s sick. So do you like all the movies, the new takes and films? Or are you straight classics?”

“I like them all. I think it’s really cool to introduce all these new characters. My brother hates it- he’d rather see Yoda and Leia and Darth Vader, but I think Rey and Finn and Kylo Ren are just such cool characters. And none of them are copying any other characters, they’re unique which I really appreciate. I mean you can’t ever replace or do better than the original- that’s what started it all, but I think there’s always room to build from them, you know?” You paused, realizing the rant you just went on, and gave an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re passionate, I think that’s adorable.”

“Thanks,” You said as you looked down at your tattoo and lightly rubbed over it with your thumb, a little blush arising on your cheeks. “What about you? Any tattoos?”

“Yeah, actually. I’ll save you the rant, but it’s kind of the same story- I grew up watching Spider-Man, loved it, and eventually became him so I got a little spider tattoo on the bottom of my foot as a sort of ode to the character.”

“That’s pretty cute,” you told him before turning to Jacob. “Any tattoos?” You asked, wanting him to join in on your tattoo-film talk.

“No, I don’t,” he told you, making you snap in disappointment. “Sorry. I’ve just never had the drive to get one.”

“I can understand that. I feel like it takes a certain kind of crazy person to get tattooed.”

“Why do you say that?” Tom asked you, intrigued with your personality.

“Intentionally asking someone to stab you with a needle- sometimes multiple needles- hundreds of times just to get a picture on your skin? Gotta be a little coo-coo for that, if you ask me.”

“I think of it more as a necessary evil,” Tom said with a shrug. “I mean I don’t think people go in asking for the pain, they just know it’s something they have to get through for the end result.”

“Sounds fair,” You said with a shrug. You turned as some crew began advising y’all go home for the night. “I guess that’s the cue. I’ll see you later, Peter and Ned.” You stood up from your seat, ready to walk away when Tom stopped you.

“Can I have your number?” He asked quickly.

“And what do I get out of that?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Conversations with the most eligible bachelor of London,” he joked, gesturing to himself.

“How could I pass that up?” You laughed. Tom pulled his phone out, opening it to the contacts page and handing it to you. You put your number and added your name to the top with a little kissy emoji next to it.

Handing the phone back to him, you smiled and waved. “Don’t be a stranger. Bye, Jacob.”

“Bye, y/n!” Jacob called after you. He waited until you were out of earshot to talk again. “You two are definitely getting married.”

“What?” Tom nervously laughed.

“She’s hot, you’re hot. You’re both dorks. It’s like a match made in heaven,” he explained. “Just don’t forget to make me best man. I did kind of just introduce you, you know.”

“Jacob, you spoke to her when she approached us. You didn’t introduce us,” he chuckled at his friend.

“Exactly. Basically the same thing. I gotta go- have fun talking to the hot, badass girl.”

“I will, believe me.”

Did my Star Wars rant sound believable? I just looked up some character and went with it

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 13

I’m back! Took a little break to watch Rebellion, mostly recovered from that so I can return to watching this light-hearted tale of whimsy and hahaha no. Onwards with Brotherhood!

Episode 13 - “Beasts of Dublith” Izumi’s talking about Ed seeing “it” and surviving. Ooh, do we get info on Truth this episode? [Izumi]: “Regardless, I can’t accept the decision you made. You’re expelled.” What?! Teacher turns away, tells them to get on a train. Ed just bows and thanks her for everything. ...wow, I’d forgotten how hard this show can hit. Huh, same intro? I thought this was the halfway point of the season, don’t animes usually switch things up at this point? ...at the very least, I’d like them to change the into so I don’t have to see Hughes again at the beginning of each episode YES I’M STILL BITTER. Sig’s seeing them off at the station, saying they should drop by if they’re ever in town again. Sorry buddy, but I don’t thin- [Sig]: “You idiots! You’re so busy pouting you can’t see what your expulsion means; You aren’t her students anymore, so now you’re finally free to speak to Izumi as equals!” Oh. Ohhhh. Ok, so that was her way of ‘graduating’ them. I can see it. [Sig]: “Unless, of course, you’re too chicken to try it.” Suddenly Ed facepalms? There’s something you forgot to do? I thought the point of the trip was to visit your old Teacher. [Sig]: “Don’t let her kill you.” ...Gee, thanks for the advice. Ed gets back to the butcher shop GAH good thing Ed’s quick enough to duck knives. Izumi is not happy to see him again. But the Elric Brothers say that they’ve come looking for a way to get their bodies back, and that they are staying. A staredown commences.

Izumi… relents? Huh, I thought she would have kept this up until you stopped calling her Teacher. Time to talk about “the Truth”! Al didn’t see it, doesn’t even really know what it means. Izumi says he lost his memory from the shock… oh! Yeah, if the cost of what Ed saw was his leg, for Al to lose his entire body as the “toll”? Oh good grief you two, stop talking about how “awful” and “horrifying” it was, you’re scaring the kid. Izumi’s got a lead in an acquaintance who might be able to retrieve the memory. But first, dinner! Eavesdropper! We’ve got a Gollum taking a peek in the window, confirming that Ed can transmute human souls. Oh wow that’s a tail, is this guy part-Gecko? Back at Eastern Command, some old guy with bifocals is playing chess with Roy, expositing that he’s transferring in one week. (Subtitles say) General Grumman is giving the standard platitudes of “it won’t be the same without you”, “I got to relax thanks to your hard work”, ect ect. Hmm, noting that his glasses are consistently shiny, not a good sign. Ooh, that was a flinch, and yup, checkmate. Good job Roy! Grumman plays it off as a “going away gift”, Roy presses this charitable mood. Hello there, Master Sergeant Kain Fuery. Gotta be honest here, I’m still holding the loss of Fuhrer Fury against you, here’s hoping you can be a good enough character to overcome that bias. We’ve also got Warrant Officer Vato Falman, Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc-

No, not that Jean. And First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye as well. Seems that Roy’s added them to his own transfer, they’ll join him in Central. No objections! [Havoc]: “I’ve got a problem, sir. See, I just started dating this girl and I really like her.” [Roy]: “Dump her.” Wow. Remind me not to go to Roy for relationship advice. What is it you see in this guy again, Riza? Cut to some dude working out with a crude dumbbell. Oh hey it’s Scar! How’s it going buddy? Apparently he’s not supposed to be working out, the Ishvalan kid Rick chides him for aggravating his wounds. He opens the tent for someone else, and Scar looks shocked? [Scar]: “Master!” Ooh, a parallel episode! The Elrics and Scar working with their old teachers! I like these! Master’s talking with Scar now, saying he knows that his student’s been targeting State Alchemists. But regardless of their crimes, such vengeance will only cause further violence. Senseless revenge, feeding a fruitless cycle of death? Man this Master pulls no punches. He tells Scar to end this cycle once and for all- Suddenly two non-Ishvalans poke their heads into the tent, identify Scar and start talking about a bounty. Uh oh. Either Scar’s gonna ignore his Master, or we’ll find out why this guy is called Master even in the subtitles. Third guy is hiding behind some rubble, Ishvalan bystanders yell at Yoki for bringing bounty hunters. Man, another whiny Elric antagonist? Oh yeah, I’m sure that you’ll “rise up” and take your revenge. Total faith in you buddy. Off-topic, do you mind telling me when you plan to face them? I want to know when so I can sell tickets I mean show my support. Scar realizes that he’ll only bring more trouble, however irritating, if he stays there. Yyyyeah, you bounty hunters had no idea who you were messing with. One dismembering and face-grab later, Scar doesn’t even bother with Yoki, just dons sunglasses once more.

Master tries one more guilt-trip (“Your brother would be sad”), we get a dramatic zoom at Scar’s tattooed arm. Scar just says it’s too late to turn back now, and walks off.

Al’s sweeping outside the butcher shop when a ball of paper’s thrown at his feet. A note from Gecko-Man, Bido? Oh wow a place called “Devil’s Nest”, I’m sure it’s a quite reputable business. Some guys sniffs and jumps down to join Bido and a lady in the street, to greet Al as he walks up. A meeting? Ooh, did you guys try to blackmail Al? This can only end well. Nose-Man (Dolcetto) tries to get Al to come with them, one “Ooh, I’m just a widdle kid” act later… Uh oh! So while Dolcetto went down like a punk, Tatoo-Lady (Martel) took the advantage to get inside Al’s armor, slow him down for an older guy (Roa) to show up for a turn and wrestle the armor to the ground. [Al]: “You people aren’t human, are you?” No, really? What gave it away, the guy with a giant gecko tail? [Greed]: “Good guess! They’re Chimeras… And they happen to work for me.” Wait, Greed? Aw crap it’s another Goth! The Terminator from the intro, no less! So Al’s in some sort of basement now, Martel still keeping him controlled from inside the armor while Greed is starting some sort of pitch. So wait, how is Greed connected to the rest of the Goths? I can see he has the Uroboros tattoo on his hand like the others, but I’m getting a different vibe from him. Al asks what they really are, they can’t be Chimera’s because the only “talking Chimera” we’ve seen before was something I really don’t want to remember. Greed just says to not believe everything the government says. Martel’s part-snake, Roa was… cow? Ok. Throw in a lizard (still gonna call him gecko), a crocodile, and a dog. Man, Dolcetto’s not having a good time this episode. As for how these Human-Chimeras are possible, Greed says that they were created by the military. But he’s even more uncommon than they are: he’s a Homunculus. Wait, a Homunculus? Are you sure you’re using the right term there? I can understand Chimera, a mix of species, but my understand of Homunculi is that they’re mini-humans, basically familiars. Oh ok, so apparently the definition of a Homunculus in Brotherhood is a more general “artificially created human”. Flashback to Baby!Elrics studying alchemy, raising the point that yeah that’s Human Transmutation isn’t it? Al is really upset by this claim, saying that it’s just an unproven theory. So Greed says he’ll prove it SWEET LETO WHAT THE TRUTH ok Roa just went Thor on Greed’s skull, the corpse falls. But Al barely has time to ask what the heck that was for when the body raises a hand in a “wait a moment” gesture, and red sparks fly as Greed reforms good as new. Huh. So we’ve already know that the Goths are hard to put down (knife to the forehead), but to completely regenerate after your brain is splattered? Yeah, this is gonna be tough. So, back to why they’ve captured Al? Oh, that’s why? Sure Greed’s got a body that can recover from normally fatal injuries, but he still “dies”. Meanwhile, he’s got a moving, talking suit of armor right here! A body that never dies… Now this is really interesting, looking at two concepts of immortality: a regenerating organic form, or an unchanging metal form. Transhumanism, ho! Still, I don’t think that this is a form of “immortality” that you want, Greed. You want the finer things in life? Get yourself stuck in armor like Al, and you lose your sense of touch and taste. And you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who’s willing to give those up. Greed’s pushing to know how Al got his soul in the armor, Al truthfully says that he can’t remember how and that it wasn’t him who did it. So Greed’s gonna have to talk to the original caster. [Ed]: “Now where’d a seven-foot tall suit of armor run off to?” Bido tries to make Ed pay to know where his brother is. Bido gets used to open the basement door. Al tells Ed that Greed’s a Homunculus (“Hey! Way to ruin it.”), and that he might be able to help them with their body problem. But Greed shows off his Uroboros tattoo, which he has to know that Ed recognizes. Greed says that “they don’t talk much anymore.” A falling out? Greed makes his pitch: He’ll teach them how to make a Homunculus (to transfer their souls to?), if they teach him how to transfer a soul. “Classic equivalent exchange.” EEC: 8 Finally, I get to update that count! Given how much the phrase made Tephi snicker I thought I’d be hearing it more often, best I can tell the last time was… ugh, Tucker. Moving on. Well of course you don’t understand why Al would want his body back, Greed. You don’t know the limitations. [Greed]: “You’re joking, right? You don’t need to eat, you don’t need to sleep, you don’t even need to use the toilet! Sounds great to me!” Yup. Ed’s pissed. Greed can only applaud his monologue. There you go Dolcetto, go ahead and get Worfed. But Greed puts up much more of a fight, going into the terminator mode from the intro, blocking all of Ed’s attacks as an Ultimate Shield. So Ed’s basically fighting MGR’s Armstrong, then? “Homunculus, son!” [Greed]: “Oh. You’re one of those guys. You don’t care if someone beats the crap out of you, but if someone lays a hand on a family member you completely freak out. What a waste… you lose your temper like this and you’re gonna lose my information and your brother.” But Ed thinks he still has a chance. Until Greed shows that he was holding back so he didn’t have to cover up his pretty face. Sig’s found the dropped broom, evidence that the boys have gone missing. Because Leto forbid they skip out on their chores and invoke Izumi’s wrath. A passerby says they were seen going into a bar called the Devil’s Nest. In said bar, Ed is [SUFFERING IN PAIN], literally breaking his automail on Greed and getting thrown around. But he has a plan? Oh yeah, Alchemy! He shorts out Greed’s Ultimate Shield to bust up his organic hand, Greed grows it back quickly and remarks that that was bizarre. Another attack, and stalagmites to the chest! Chemistry for the win! Since Greed told Ed that he was human, Ed knew that a third of his body was made of carbon. He figured that Greed was using that to make his shield, just rearranging the atoms. So all Ed had to do was rearrange them right back, graphite instead of diamond. Alright! Big Letodamn Hero entrance by Izumi! Who throws a mook at Ed and yells at him for not putting the broom away. [Greed]: “Oh give me a break. Don’t tell me you’re going to try and start anything, lady. It’s no fun fighting a woman.”

Time for Housewife Beatdown! *credits* ...Damn it! 

[thismads]

                                                                                                                                                        @thishail

 HELLO BABY, you saw that coming right? you knew this whole thing was going to come up at some point right?? OKAY I hope you are okay, that you grabbed a coffee, Chinese,pizza,chocolate, anything you love just like i did with skittles lmao..because I tried to not be too long but I can’t promise you anything because there’s so much to say about you that I'll let my hands/heart/soul guide me haha..so take a sit and appreciate me being cheesy pleaseeee. 

(this gif is the perfect one hahaha)

(us being happy around each other)

Okay so it’s only 19:20 and I’m beginning this cause it might take a while hahaha. And I actually make it right and perfect..even tho I’ll never be as perfect as you are but WHO CARES? I put ur playlist on, so you’re with me so LET’S DO THIS (cheesy mood activated so be ready to cry..just kidding SMILE BEAUTY) 

(us on vacation)

First of all .. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE !! Tell them it’s her birthday, tell ‘em souljah boy, tell em hahaha, omg who knew this day would be that important to me last year around the same time.. like this is crazy how life goes. I hope you’ll have a beautiful day surrounded with your loved ones bcus you deserve it. But for now..let’s go back to the time we met alright?? 

It was in late October, early November this past year.. I was this girl talking to everyone & you came back after being gone for a while (still have no clue why you came back but bless this thought) I was the only one replying in the instant bc I was like oh a Selena anon..let’s do this. And despite a few delete posts..we always made one for each other bc we actually noticed we didn’t talk and somehow..we both missed it even tho we weren’t THAT close. I don’t know when it began to be strong.. we spend more and more time being on at the same time bc LAME asf lmao. THEN, we became this popular kid squad LMAO idk why..but if it’s bc we showed love to each other..then okay we are lmao. But I’m thankful for everything..bcus actually..we took time to learn who we really were..and we took time to appreciate our numerous common points…and our different ones. You were, are, will always be THE meeting I’ve had in years in a social media..and why? Well because of all those.

(us being happy around each other)

You are so down to earth..I think that’s one of the main reason why I Love You, you never search to be someone you are not, you don’t care about people’s past, you concentrate on knowing them in their « now » and that’s remarkable, you are so real, you are like speaking the truth all the time, you are the one I go to for advices, because I value your opinion like I’ve rarely did in my life, everything that you say is true, you respect the lines, you don’t ask much, you are like a rock we can hold on to whenever we are down or up. I had laughs with you I’ll cherish until I die. 

You are also so sweet..but like the sweetest person I’ve ever had the chance to meet. You are like a cloud, so light, your voice is like the cutest/smoothest ever, you know some people are like invasive..you actually make ME wanna share things with you, you know..EVERY TIME I feel sad, down, something happened, someone letting me down..I tell you first..and you’re actually the only I tell things like on the instant, and some thing I know I’ll share only with you because ..idk I want to. I don’t think we are able to explain how deeply we love people..because it’s beyond words, it’s feelings. 

you’re so funny/awkward as I am, that’s why we get along so freaking well, you understand me when I don’t know what to say, you get me whenever my typo let me down.. You are like « I got you babe » and this is like the most overwhelming message ever because you actually don’t force yourself, you just know, when I don’t even I feel bad you are like « are you okay » and it makes me asking the question to myself and I’m like dang she is right I ain’t okay lmao. You are also hilarious, we have fun about everything

you are like a second mom to me, you care if I go to bed late, if I eat, if I shower, if anything hahaha, you make me smile, happy ALL THE DAMN TIME DAMN. 

I don’t think you realize how amazing you are, because you truly are a gem.

You are also so intimate, like I share inside jokes, we understand each other in a blink of an eye, we most of the time share the same opinion on things, people.. NOT NAMING THEM BUT YANNOOO WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT LMAOO. And this contribute to my daily joy and happiness all day every day. 

You are so caring, adorable, beautiful inside and outside (YES GIRL YOU BOMB ASS GREEK FACE HAHA) CAN YOU BELIEVE I’M ALSO 10% GREEK? LMAO THAT’S SOOO ODD BUT YET IT’S FATE IGHT?? IGHT. So that makes us sisters for like even tho we don’t need no other confirmations that we are, we for sure were separated at birth haha 😂, you are incredible, you are such a deep person, the one we can have serious and deep convo with, because you know things, you aren’t just a paper, you are a whole ass book and that makes all the difference. 

we have so much things to accomplish like; 

TATOOS ! (And some in common) 

MATCHING PLAYLIST (DONE ✅) 

DRIVING FOR HOURS WITH OUR PLAYLISTS ON

TRAVELLING

LIVING IN LA

GIRLS NIGHT WITH HORROR MOVIES AND JUNK FOOD

TANNING IN THE POOL & GRAB A STARBUCKS ON VENICE BEACH

All those things are like a dream to me, and I’m really hoping we can achieve every one of them in a life time. Because what’s better than living with her bff in her dream city & doing all the youth things they are supposed to do, I wanna go to Coachella listening to Theweeknd, beyoncé, and all the rad music that comes on, I wanna take pics with Hailey,Kendall, Demi, Abel, fucking everyone & you because that goal?? I wanna have a job in front of the ocean, were we can work and then go relax on the beach next to the safe house. I wanna buy a life guard hoodie, spend my afternoon shopping In vintage shops, then go to VS and make fun of the body goals of the angels, I wanna buy clothes to match my fresh tan, I wanna be in the front sit with you for hours on the highway not having anytwhere to go go to Disney world, I wanna go to universal and do this movie set tour where we could take pics of the Friend’s couch, I wanna take polaroids of us having fun. I wanna go to Las Vegas and play to this money machine, I wanna grab a burger where I’ll have to order for you because such a baby. I CANT WAIT FOR THIS TO HAPPEN, because that’s where I’ll be truly happy.

(us being our dumbass self)

I also wanna meet you so freaking bad because this is like goal? Cause having a bff that live miles away from you is like nooooot the best thing ever even tho I’m sure you love me for me. V -> Vulnerable, because you have your insecurities that makes me wanna protect you at all cost like you do for me

I -> Irreplaceable, I couldn’t forget you nor replace you with someone else 

C -> Cute !! You’re the cutest human, always THAT thing to say and make the whole world so freaking happy

K -> Kind .. you never anything and anyone for granted, you always have a nice advice, you encourage me, you make me believe in myself, you make me wanna be a good person and be happy

Y -> youth, because you remind of all always the dreams and all the goal I wanna achieve and that’s the ultimate thing about a friendship

ALL THIS to say thank you..thank you for being the person that you are, thank you for the time by your side, thank you for your time, your energy wasted on a person like me, thank you for making me believing in me, thank you for reminding me that I’m not thaaaaat crazy and that what I’m feeling is real, thank you for the kindness of your words and the wiseness of your state of mind, thank you for trusting me into letting me know the real you, thank you because, thanks to you I like myself even more step by step, thank you for NEVER letting me down, you never left me in a split of sec, thank you for being also a tough ball, you are so strong despite your high anxiety that I'll try to light up when we’ll be together, thank you for letting me maturate to your contact, thank you for being here, alive, safe and sound, that you for blessing me with ur angel face, your princess attitude and your bff’s actions. Thank you for everything you did for me, and that’s not our first year meeting yet, and I feel like you did twice more than my longest time friend, so thank you. I love you more than I could ever wish to love someone. I could never thank you enough, but I promise you to be the best version of myself for ya. 

More than bff, more like soulmates..again happy birthday babygirl ! May all your wishes come true and all your dreams being achieved, and I’m gonna make sure to always stay by your side no matter what, because the person I’m the most loyal to here is you and I’d chose you over EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. I love you angel to my princess. 

To the Hailey to my Kendall, forever

[thepatricktreestump]

Thinking About You : a Pete Wentz imagine

Y/N: Okay guys this is like the one not smutty thing you’ll get for a while because I have a lot string of smut requests in a row that’s coming up and that has been going on (so apologies for all the spicy content lol.) Please bear with me! There’s some fluffy stuff coming up afterwards. I promise!

Anonymous said: (1/2) hey could you do one where pete and reader are food friends (in junior year of hs) and he comes to pick reader up for pizza and it is the fiest time the parents see him. Ha already has all his arm tatoos aanf they think they are a couple even Anonymous said: (2/2) though they are not and reader and parennts fight; then reader and pete go and ger pizza and fluff and how it ends is up to you i'd be happy with them ending up as a couple as well as not... Thank you sooooooooooooo much!!!

Warm breath on the window, you sighed, leaning your head against the car door and fogging up the glass before staring at the blur, closing your eyes tight. You leaned even more and came face first with your seatbelt, groaning and moving it out of your face, slumping down into your seat again. “You okay, y/n?” your friend Pete wondered, glancing at you from the driver’s seat and turning down the radio. “You seem exhausted.”

“I am,” you mumbled, deciding to cut out the act and sit up, trying to stay awake. “I was studying all last night for the test.”

“Ah,” he nodded slowly. “Well do we have to stop for coffee first?”

“That’d be great,” you grinned lazily.

“If I buy coffee will you tell me what’s on your mind?” he asked. “I mean, come on y/n, you’re not usually like this. You’re always super excited school’s out and you’re an afternoon person. Especially on a Friday.”

“I’m just sleepy,” you still lied. “But sure, I’ll talk if you get me coffee.”

“Awesome,” Pete decided, turning into the nearest café drive thru.

At the beginning of senior year, you had met a cute guy afterschool hanging around the music room with some blonde in a trucker hat and glasses. The boy had black hair, kind of like a fringe, a sly smile, and although a bit on the short side, definitely amusing. He played bass in a band, he was sort of a player when it comes to the ladies, and he had a crazy fashion sense. Plus, he was an avid reader just like you. It was a couple times after you had bumped into each other in the library, a handful of trips to the vending machines in the cafeterias, and even giving each other a ride home, you had agreed to be not only friends, but food friends. Having a food friend was an essential part of each high school semester. How else would you be able to have enough energy to get through the day? Or study for final exams? Or even just get up? As the weeks passed, you and Pete became quite close, dropping off bags of chips at each other’s lockers, going afterschool to grab a meal, or even just picking up bagels or muffins for breakfast. It was like friends with benefits, except food wise. And it wasn’t like that’s strictly what the friendship entailed. You guys still talked, joked around, and were there for each other to lean on. So even though you had been talking to Pete for several weeks now, you were still a little hesitant to open up.

“So I guess I better talk then,” you sighed, taking a long sip of your coffee as Pete drove down the road, heading to a sandwich shop.

“That was the deal,” he reminded.

“My parents have been sort of moody again,” you shrugged. “They’re not exactly the most supportive bunch. They don’t like my college choices, or my GPA, or anything I do really. It’s like I’m a problem or something. They’re always watching me, counting on me to do the best, to be the top of the class, to get into the best college, to strive for some fancy career path. But I don’t know. I don’t really want that.”

“Why not?” he inquired. “I mean, you’ve got the ambition.”

“I know, but I don’t want to waste away my life in a cubicle or an office or a lab…” your voice drifted off. “I want to do something exciting. Like you.”

“Like me?” he chuckled. “I’m going absolutely nowhere in life at the moment.”

“You play for a band,” you pointed out. “You listen to rock music and you have tattoos and you’re your own person, you know? You’re you.”

“And you’re you,” he explained.

“I’m not,” you shook your head. “I’m what my parents want me to be. And I hate it.”

“Then don’t worry your pretty little head,” Pete sighed. “Senior year will come and go and then you’ll be out for good, studying whatever the hell you’d like. And you can be anything in the entire world, and nobody will ever stop you.”

“Why are you so inspirational?” you smiled.

“Who? Me?” he smiled.

“No, the other emo guitar player who writes profound and exquisite lyrics,” you rolled your eyes jokingly.

“You’re too kind,” Pete laughed. “And I play bass, not guitar.”

“Same thing,” you shrugged.

“They’re really not,” he corrected with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t know the difference!” you sighed, taking a sip of coffee as he pulled into the drive thru and ordered the two of you sandwiches. It was tradition to get food on the go every Friday afterschool and then drive out to the mountain tops, finding a nice ledge to park at with a great view of the city, and you would both sit on the roof of his car and eat food, looking out at the horizon and talking about life. Pete had talked about maybe shooting part of a music video one day on that little mountain cliff ledge, something about vampires and candles or whatever. You thought it’d be cool.

“You know,” he began when you were both sitting on the roof of his car, staring out into the city, taking a bite of your sandwich. “We’ve never actually hung out on the weekend.”

“That’s cause we hang out every single school day,” you chuckled. “I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already do.”

“Y/n,” he narrowed his eyes. “I love spending time with you, dimwit.”

“I love spending time with you too,” you reminded. “I don’t know. I just never really thought of it I guess.”

“What do you do on weekends, anyways?” he inquired.

“Watch Netflix, hang out at home, eat food,” you admitted. “Nothing much.”

“Eat food?” Pete raised his eyebrows sarcastically. “No way! You?”

“Shut up, jackass,” you laughed, shoving him playfully. “What do you do anyways?”

“Play shows and party all night Friday, practice with the band and hang out with friends on Saturday, and uh, sleep on Sundays,” he explained. “But I usually have dead time on Saturdays.”

“What would we do anyways?” you wondered. “Eat?”

“That seems to be our thing,” he joked. “I’m up for it. I mean, I know a super good pizza place.”

“I love how we’re planning to eat as we’re eating right now,” you giggled. “We’re so weird.”

“Weird is good though,” he reminded.

“Weird is great!” you agreed. “I mean, hell, I should know.”

“You’re not that weird,” he shook his head. “You’re weird in a good crazy kind of way.”

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, taking another bite of your sandwich. “So, you going to pick me up tomorrow from my house? For pizza?”

“Sure thing,” he decided.

The next day, you kept glancing at your phone, watching the time pass by, minute by minute. Pete had confirmed with a text he’d be there in a little bit, but it felt like the longest little bit of your entire life. Not because you were particularly excited to spend time with him or you were anxious to go eat pizza, but because of your stupid parents. They had been hollering and yelling at each other all morning long, and you could not wait until you could head out the door. You even contemplated telling Pete that you’d just meet him there, or even just sitting on your front step so you could refrain from having to listen to their screeching voices, but you decided against it. How strange would it be for him to pull up to your driveway and see you there sitting on the porch. You were in your room glancing at the clock when you heard the doorbell ring and you stuffed a handful of cash in the pocket of your jeans, going down the hallway to open the door when you stopped in your tracks, listening to the creak of the door open and then the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air before the familiar voice greeted one of your parents. “Hey,” the voice introduced. “I’m Pete. I’m here to pick up y/n, for pizza.”

You cringed, knowing very well that your parents would probably pester you with questions. You cautiously continued down the hallway and watched as your dad took a deep breath and awkwardly shook hands, introducing himself before letting Pete sit down on the couch. “Hey,” you gave a hesitant wave before entering the room. Pete gave a faint smile and your dad narrowed his eyes at you.

“Care to explain?” your dad sighed.

“We’re going to eat,” you explained flatly. “He’s just a friend.”

“Friend,” your dad repeated the word slowly. “Well I expect you back in an hour and a half. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Pete nodded. He had always been particularly cocky, which sometimes his over confidence made you smile or laugh, but it was definitely not one of the times for it to be showing. You gave him a disappointed look when another realization came to mind, your eyes wandering to the short sleeved shirt he was wearing, exposing two tattoo sleeves, and you began to feel sick. You got up from the couch, only to have your mom enter the room, and you felt even worse, pretty sure if you spent another minute in there you’d probably throw up.

“Who’s this-” your mom stopped talking as soon as she laid her eyes on him, her smile clearly disappearing into a disapproving frown. “Who is this boy?”

“I’m Pete!” he waved with a grin. “Just taking y/n out to get some pizza.”

“I don’t know about that,” your mom began but you were already shoving Pete out the door, glaring at your parents, trying to get him out of the driveway.

“Woah! What’s this all about?” Pete wondered, spinning around as you kept dragging him towards his car.

“We’ll talk about it in the car,” you grumbled. “Can we please just go already?”

“Fine,” he complied, and you glanced at your parents staring at you from the open door before climbing in the car with Pete and driving into the street. As soon as he turned the corner of the neighborhood, he stared at you. “Okay spill.”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“What was up with that?” he persisted. “Your parents being all weird? You shoving me out the door? Is your family always like that?”

“I wish it wasn’t,” you mumbled. “Look, let’s just drop it.”

“Well I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he argued.

“Trust me,” you closed your eyes tight before opening them up again. “There’s a certain point where you’ve been in so much trouble it can’t possibly get worse.”

“Okay,” he whispered, defeated look and frown on his face. “I’ll drop it. Sorry.”

You took a deep breath and then reached to dial up the volume on the radio before leaning back, Pete driving on the main street as you attempted to bring up a different topic of discussion. “So um, partying Friday night. Right?” you laughed.

“Oh,” he lightened up. “Yeah, I guess.”

“How’d it go then?” you inquired.

“We played a great show,” he shrugged. “Went to some guy’s pool house, had a couple drinks, met a nice girl, don’t really remember much honestly.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Woke up in my bed though and took a handful of Advil. I’m good.”

“You have such a nice life,” you sighed, glancing out the window.

“I don’t know about nice,” he argued.

“Interesting,” you rephrased. “That’s what makes it nice.”

“I suppose,” he mumbled. “Sort of hard to keep up with everything though. It’s like a million things happening all at once and there’s no time to think. You just do.”

“Well that sounds so much better than what I have,” you groaned. “I have too much time to think but no time to do anything. Half of the time I can’t even think though because of my stupid parents.” You paused. “I don’t really want to think about that right now though.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You know, you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah,” your small voice murmured. “Uh, anyways, you should tell me about this pizza place.”

“It’s amazing!” his eyes lit up.

“Yeah?” you grinned instantly, knowing you had brought up the right topic. Out of all the foods you and Pete ate, he was always the most passionate about pizza. Even the amazing microwavable Hot Pockets didn’t surpass his love for pizza.

“You have to try it,” he insisted. “They bake the cheese so it just melts in your mouth and the pepperoni is perfectly spicy and it’s just, god, it’s like a fucking food orgasm. It’s that good!”

“Really?” you burst out into giggles.

“Not even joking,” he replied with a straight face, making you only laugh harder. “I’ve tried many pizzas within my lifetime, but this is by far the best place.”

“How come we waited this long to finally go then?” you raised an eyebrow. “I mean, we’ve ordered pizza before I think. Right?”

“Yeah but I wanted it to be special, you know?” he asked. “Special day, special occasion, special place, special food…”

“But this isn’t special,” you pointed out. “Is it?”

“Kind of,” he shrugged. “I mean, it’s Saturday.”

“So?” you chuckled. “Just because it’s the weekend it’s a special occasion?”

“And the fact that my band might’ve gotten signed last night…” he smiled slyly.

“What?” your eyes widened. “You got a record label?”

“Yup,” he nodded proudly.

“That’s amazing!” you gushed. “Dude, does that mean you guys get to put out a record? And go on tour?”

“Hopefully,” he explained. “I mean, we’ve got to send them a couple more demos first, and they’re going to go to some more shows, but essentially, yeah. We’re entitled to our own album and a couple tour and festival dates.”

“Hell, I haven’t even gone to a single show,” you chuckled. “You guys must be really amazing.”

“We’re okay,” he smirked. “Average.”

“You’re so humble,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at him for a couple moments before coming to a realization. “So aren’t you going to celebrate with the boys or whatever?”

“I did that last night,” he reminded.

“Yeah, but like, you’re on top of the world! Why are you going out for pizza with me?” you inquired. “You could be doing so many other things.”

“I wanted to celebrate with a good friend,” he shrugged. “Can’t I do that?”

“I guess,” you gave a shy smile. You hadn’t really thought of Pete as a close friend. Sure, you hung out a lot. Probably more than you hung out with most friends. And you did talk quite a bit. But you had always sort of thought of him as just there, not really someone super close or super distant. He was your food friend, right?

“What?” he wondered.

“Hmmm?” you raised your eyebrows.

“You looked like you were going to ask something,” he pointed out.

“Oh, I uh, I just spaced out,” you replied. “Sorry.”

“That’s cool,” he reassured it was fine. But honestly, you weren’t sure if it was. It wasn’t until now you really thought of Pete as a friend, or even, more than a friend. Thoughts started to swirl around in your mind, possibilities, ideas… But no, that was crazy. He was so much better than you, he played in a band, had a record label, heck, he had just even admitted to meeting some nice girl the night before. He would never think of you like that. You were lucky to be good friends, even just friends.

The pizza was just as amazing as Pete had described it to be, if not better. Honestly, you wouldn’t even classify it in the same realm as pizza. You two had talked about a lot of different things. Your favorite movies and books, sharing funny stories, and really bonding. You spoke about some of your summer vacations and Pete laughed as you explained to him a couple of your most ridiculous moments. Pete talked to you about how they got his best friend a stripper for his birthday and he was so embarrassed he hid in a closet until she went away. You both laughed and ate, and even several hours after the pizza was finished and you had even eaten some cookies for dessert, you still found yourselves talking and carrying on the conversation. In a weird way, it was like none of the other food trips you had ever gone on with him.

It was like you caught all the little things you never realized before. You discovered how he had little dimples when he smiled, how adorable he was when he laughed, the way he would pause to think when trying to explain something because he wanted to get it right, how he always seemed to have the perfect metaphors for every emotion you’re feeling in a situation…. It was like something had changed. Not that you were complaining, but you just couldn’t seem to figure out why you hadn’t figured out all those things before, why they didn’t catch your eye like they did now, why it felt like before there was such a huge space between the two of you, and now, it was like you were both hand in hand. Metaphorically, of course.

The two of you were driving back to your house when he parked in the street, glancing at your house. “Is it really that bad?” he whispered.

“What do you mean?” you raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was talking about.

“Your parents arguing,” he replied.

“Probably not,” you shrugged. “And I say that now, but when I’m around them, it’s just, it’s frustrating I guess. And exhausting. They’re fighting all the goddamn time and it’s like we don’t even get a moment of silence in this house.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s not your fault,” you reminded. “But thanks.”

“Maybe we should go out for pizza more,” he suggested. “You know, if things get worse. You can always call me up. We can just hang out. We don’t have to get food.”

“Not getting food?” you gasped playfully, and a smile spread across his face.

“Yeah,” he gave a light chuckle. “Maybe we could just, I don’t know, go watch a movie or something like that.”

“Like as friends?” you phrased it as more of a question than a statement.

“Or not,” he answered slowly. “I don’t know. It might just be me, but I think I fell in love with something much better than the food at that pizza parlor.”

“Yeah?” you wondered.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“So…” you drew out the word. “Um, what am I supposed to tell my parents?”

“What do you mean?” he inquired.

“I was originally going to tell them you weren’t my boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes. “They’re going to ask questions.”

“Well what were you going to call me?” he laughed.

“I don’t know,” you giggled. “A food friend, I guess?”

“Food friend,” he smirked. “I like that title.”

“But now, I don’t know. You’re still technically my food friend,” you pointed out. “It wouldn’t totally be lying.”

“So just tell them that,” Pete decided, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “And if they ask questions, try to answer them as vaguely as possible. Don’t get so caught up in their arguments or quarreling. Just think of me. Think of our next pizza.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed. “Thanks Pete.”

“No problem,” he smiled. “Until next time, y/n.”

You took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking up the driveway, and you could already hear the screaming, so you closed your eyes tight, reopening them as you opened the door. “Okay, you need to explain, right now!” your dad instantly burst into screams. “Sit down. Explain yourself.”

“What am I supposed to be explaining?” you retorted rather rudely.

“That boy,” your mother put her hands on her hips. “Tattoos and messy hair? Really, y/n?”

“What?” you narrowed your eyes. “I can’t have friends anymore?”

“Friends,” you dad scoffed. “Sure.”

“Why don’t you believe me?” you groaned. “Am I not allowed to have friends over all of a sudden?”

“He seems like a bad influence,” your dad shook his head. “I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”

“You can’t just do that!” you cried.

“If I find him anywhere near the house again, there will be consequences,” your mom warned. “So you better warn your little friend to stay very far away.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, knowing very well you’d disobey their rules. You stomped to your bedroom, shutting the door, instantly pulling out your phone. It didn’t take but a couple rings before Pete answered. “Hey, uh, how fast can you come back here?”

“Really?” he wondered. “That’s kind of quick.”

“It was kind of worse,” you explained.

“I only made it a couple streets away,” he reassured. “I’ll turn back.” There was a pause of hesitation before he continued. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m just, I need to escape for a little bit.”

“Got it,” he sighed. “Did anything happen? Well, I guess that’s a stupid question, of course something happened.”

“I’ll explain it all later,” you decided. “Just um, can you pick me up from the back of my house?”

“Huh?” this caught him by surprise.

“By parents kind of banned you from coming close to the property,” you cringed. “But there’s an alley behind my house, it’s not too far, you just take a turn and-”

“It’s cool,” he reassured. “I’ve got it. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry. Thank you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he laughed. “It’s my pleasure.”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sneaking out of your room, creeping down the hallway, darting out the door, frantically searching for Pete’s car. He gave a quick two beeps and you grinned, spotting him in the back of the alley, rushing towards his car and hopping in the shotgun seat. “Movie?” you wondered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He began to turn the keys in the ignition but he stopped, instead glancing at you, concerned expression on his face. “That didn’t last long.”

“No,” you frowned. “It didn’t.”

“What happened?” he murmured.

“They told me you weren’t allowed to be anywhere near the house,” you sighed. “And that I wasn’t allowed to talk to you anymore.”

“No talking… huh?” he raised an eyebrow. “I can live with that.”

“What?” your eyes softened. “But Pete-”

You began to argue when he crashed his lips on yours, holding your head in his hands, the two of you sharing a brief kiss before he pulled away, staring into your eyes. “No talking, right?” he laughed nervously.

“Oh come here you idiot,” you laughed, pressing your lips to his again. By the time you pulled away, the two of you were both catching your breath, staring at each other, smiles on your faces.

“What was the other rule?” he asked.

“Huh?” you wondered, confused.

“The other rule your parents said,” he reminded.

“Oh, uh, you’re not really allowed to be near the house,” you explained.

“We’re,” he corrected.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“We’re not really allowed to be near that house,” he smirked. “Come on, let’s get you far away from there.”

“What am I supposed to tell my parents?” you cried. “You can’t just kidnap me!”

“Text them,” he suggested. “Tell them you’ll come back home when they learn to stop yelling so much.”

“Really?” you wondered. “You think that will work?”

“It’s worth a try,” he shrugged. “Anyways, I do believe we had a movie in mind?”

“Yeah,” you grinned.

“Then we better get going,” he winked. “Don’t want to miss a chance to grab popcorn and candy before the show.”

“Is there ever a moment when you don’t think about food?” you laughed.

“All the moments I’m thinking about you,” he responded, eyes flickering back up to yours. He leaned in and started to kiss you when you pushed him back, giving him a knowing look. “What? Is something wrong?”

“I would kiss you, but I believe we��re not going to get anywhere if you don’t start driving soon,” you reminded. He laughed, shaking his head, staring at you.

“I guess you’re right,” he rolled his eyes. “Geez.”

“Come on. We have to get there early,” you insisted. “Popcorn sounds really good right now.”

[gamesofmuggles]

SHIP #50 YAAAS

I ship you with James Cook (babe n°2)

• A guy and two of his friends enter the tattoo shop you work in.  He was wearing a red Harrington jacket, and his ears was pierced, nice look. « Hello babydoll » he said leaning at the counter. « Hello, what can I do for you? » « I would like some retouch on my tattoo » he said, his friends laughing. « Sure, where is it? » « On my butt » you bit your lips not to laugh, « Alright, what tattoo artist do you want? » « You » he said raising his eyebrow « I don’t do butt » you said still trying not to laugh. « Afraid of this body? » he touched his nipples through his shirt. « Well, ok I’ll do it, see you in two weeks »  • The day has come, you put your gloves on, he was standing watching you. « Well, get undressed » He took his pants off, and his boxers, you hide your eyes « Jesus, just protect your balls and lay there ok? » He laughed and did it. « First tattoo butt ever , here we go » « I’m glad to be your first time love » he said with a wink.  « ok it’s done, remember not doing anything…sweaty. » « FUUUUCK » • 2 days later he pass by, moving his butt in front of you « this things is fucking itchy, so do you want to spend the night with me so I can’t think about it? » You said yes. « Do you want to take hot dogs to go? » « I’m vegetarian » you said «  Fine as long as you can drink beer, but what about my hot… » « shut your face • « Do you want to take a beer at my house?, i’m just leaving with my mom » You opened the door nervous to found the usual art mess your mom and you live in, it smell like paints like always. He open his mouth wide open, some sculpture was nearly stable on the table, many paints on the wall, drawings.. Your dog jump on you. And then on Cook. « HEY BOY » he start running after him, and he literally spend 30 min to play with him in your background. « DO YOU WANT THIS BEER OR NOT » You spend the afternoon en your room. Your cat chilling on him, while drinking. « I never want to leave this place » he said in a laugh.« Well, we have to, because I’m volunteer in an association and I don’t want to be late » « You’re too fucking good for me » « What? » « Why are you hanging out with a loser like me? » « You’re no losers for me » you catch him by his jacket and bring him closer. « You have the nicest butt of Bristol » you two kissed on the same time.  • He always want you to kiss him, you joke about how he’s younger than you because he always want to be the damn manly boyfriend.  • “Maybe I should let my hair grow, and have a bangs like you”  “Are you making fun of my bangs” you said offended. “ Nah, you’re fucking beautiful.” 

I ship you with yong Remus Lupin (babeeeeeeee):

•You leads your own association of defense of the elves. The only problem is people don’t feel concerned and you kill yourself searching for fundraising. “Coin for the elves?” you asked at the Gryffindor table “Sorry Y/N I am broke, it’s the end of the month” answered Peter Pettigrew “Hey, take this” Remus Lupin put in your hand more money than you ever seen before. You stayed speechless wide-eyed and smiling. “Bloody hell Remus! You refused to give me five Galleons for my chocolate frog just ten minutes ago!” Sirius said incredulous “Yeah, but you’d been a jerk all day. She is doing something good, see the diffrence?” • Step by step he became your new right-hand man. You met very often to work on the association and I said work nothing more even if it’s becoming more and more difficult. He is so charming and his smile… • The only problem are the dinner. He eats red meat. Like really red “ You should eat them rare, far better than your vegetables” “You are disgusting Rem’“ • You started to have doubt when he missed the class for the third time. It’s always the same thing. He looks strange during two days, then he miss the class and he come back the following day with the face of a zombie. It’s strange, especially when you know that all the teachers seem to find this normal. So you went to the library and as the curious girl you are you found an explanation. Pretty simple in fact. Sum up in one word:lycanthropy. But you definietly can’t ask him in the middle of a conversation “Hey by the way I was wondering are you a werewolf?” Awkward. •”You look pale, are you okay?” “I’m fine, don’t worry” You were on the bed, just finished a reunion. He was looking worse than all the other times “Remus you know if you have a disease or… some kind of problem which could…how to say that…make me scared or something, you have to know that I don’t care okay. You are still…you” “You know don’t you?” He said with a sad smile “I think so” “I didn’t wanted to tell you because…I though it would ruin everything” “It’s okay Rem’, it doesn’t change anything I promise” Slowly he grabbed your hand and caress it tenderly. It was a pleasant sensation. Absolutely platonic. You’ve always though that feelings were the most important thing ever and here, eyes closed, that was exactlty what you were doing. Let it grown in you. •”I want a tatoo, now” “Are you crazy, I’m only apprentice for now” “Just do it” You tried you really did but your attempt was the biggest failure of your life. “How it is?” “Well…you are gonna kill me” You though he would say something but instead he started laughing. It quickly end up in a battle on the bed. He was stronger and succed to control you. Both of you end up breathless body to body. He was on the top trying to regain his breath. Gently you kissed because both of you wanted it so bad right at this point.

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

As he cut off into the shadows she was quick to follow. While walking about she'd noticed the alleys created by the festival, and curiousity had been perked. However as much as she wished to explore Karen had figured they didn't want the general population back there. Having him dip into them now only confirmed that.

"Now that might be fun. I'll have to see into those later."

She commented. The temperature change had caught her attention, and in response she tucked her hands into her pockets. In spite of that was the tatoo popping into her field of vision as he moved. She could of sworn he mentioned it before, but in all honesty she couldn't recall having ever seen it. Karen had wanted to tease him about the obviousness of being a dragon type trainer and getting a dragon tattoo. However her own was of a dark symbol, so it'd be rather hypocritical.

"So then you can't join me, to tell me how to win all the games? A shame, but I guess I can forgive you enough to cheer for you during the parade."

She joked. If Will had come than they would be at the games before doing anything else. The psychic type trainer always loved using his abilities on carnival games. Having her play along, and usually act as a bubbly air head while he manipulated objects into place. It was a great system, as long as one ignored the cheating part of it.

At the question Karen hesitated to answer for a second. The answer to that was simple, she wanted to see them, yet her tongue was tied. Sentimental statements or acts were usually done subtly when she expressed them. Even admitting to this felt overtly affectionate to her. Then again she always respected honesty from others, and she ought to do the same.

"Ah, no, not this time. I um...well you and Clair talk about this so much I came to see it for myself, and um spend time with you two."

She quickly explained staring at the falling snow flakes as if they had caught her fascination.

pkmnsdarkqueen:

“Yeah otherwise I bet you get flooded with battle requests, those can be a real pain.”

Karen commented. There were alot of things she loved about her job. Constant challenges wasn’t one of them. She didn’t have them nearly as badly as a champion, but they still happened. At least she’d learned tricks to usually get out of them.

Right traditional. In fact most of the residents were in traditional wear, even others who were Johto residents had picked up the attire. Standing in stark contrast were the tourist which Karen fit in better with. Wearing snow pants, a turtle neck, and black leather jacket herself. Huh, who knew one could look more like a tourist in their own region unintentionally?

“I’d love to help. I can only shop and socialise for so long anyway.”

She pointed out. Besides she had come here for him and Clair anyway. Spending time with them was only appropriate. Besides as she walked around the place earlier she noted how most people had come with a group. It did seem like a place where friends would make it more enjoyable. In her defense she tried to drag the other elite’s out, but they didn’t want to face the cold.

Battle requests, selfie requests, requests for autographs … Clair had her own bevy of fans, too. He appreciated the enthusiasm, but in relatively narrow streets of Blackthorn, drawing a crowd for too long was a nuisance and a hazard. Besides, they weren’t meant to be the focus of the festival.

At Karen’s agreement, Lance ducked into one of the darker back streets, where boxes and crates lined the streets rather than booths and tourists. Without the blazing fires, the winter’s chill was more evident. Lance tugged up his collar as he walked. Lower than his usual high-necked jacket, it didn’t cover his tattoo quite as well, and the arch of the dragon’s body kept peeking out over the top.

“There’s games, too,” he offered, though he could understand the sentiment. The festival was controlled chaos; even with the cold of the side streets, it was nice to be able to duck away. Still, Lance kept his pace brisk. “There’ll be a parade later I’ll have to help with, but they usually keep me running errands most of the day. Store room’s just two blocks this way.”

He was a bit surprised that Karen was here on her own, though. She’d never struck him as the type to be lacking in potential companions, especially on New Year’s. If nothing else, he’d expected Will to be with her. They seemed like practically family. “Taking a day for yourself?”

[pandaparbat]

Black Panther

Last week I saw Black Panther on its opening night. I've always been a fan of the Marvel movies (and at this point who isn't?) and this film is no exception. I won't go over everything great about it because professionals and amateurs alike have said it a lot more and much better than me so instead I'm just going to talk about the things I did and did not like.

Honestly, great characters are what made the movie (as with all movies). The were memorable and by far the best characters had to be the women. Beautiful, strong, smart, funny, there are so many words to describe these fun characters. And that's the best word to describe them, FUN! They come across as the heroes you want but there's such a humanity and camaraderie in them. They joke, they love, they are full of life and they're colorful and well rounded. Complicated relationships, likes and loves outside of being a hero and fantastic looks. Not only the clothing but everything about the characters including the scarification, tatoos and ritual makeup.

But for a second, let's talk about clothes and costumes. Firstly, great use of colours. Absolutely beautiful reds, blues, greens, purples, etc. Full, vibrant colours that show off what you can do when you step outside black, gunmetal grey and... Gloom. Honestly, DC take a look because I don't think you guys knew the color turquoise existed never mind include a man in a bright turquoise suit with a massive lip plate.

Secondly, I loved the Black Panther suit and it's foray into colors outside of black but, and this is a minor complaint, Killmonger's suit was so much better. I can't explain it, it's just that little bit of gold honestly improved it so much but that doesn't really matter because they were essentially identical. And while we're on the topic of the Black Panther suit there was something that really bothered me. Every superhero movie we have tends to have that moment and you all know what that moment is. It's that first time that you see the hero in full costume, that first reveal, that first shot that lets you know damn this is our superhero and he is awesome. And the Black Panther didn't really get that, he just kind of ran out to that car chase and all of a sudden he was in costume. There wasn't a big reveal there wasn't a big there wasn't even a second to stop and consider that this is the first time in this movie that we're seeing this character in full costume. The funny thing about this is that Killmonger got that moment. Right at the end when his costume appears and he's holding his two swords, it's just an amazing reveal of that Black Panther suit with a little bit of gold trim and the Black Panther never really got that. But honestly it's a minor complaint and no one's ever going to really care.

Now of course, you can't have a Marvel movie without good chase scenes and action scenes. To be honest my favorite, favorite scene from this movie had to have been the car chase in the beginning with Claw. I think the reason that the scene really speaks to me is one of my favorite action sequences, is that the whole thing is just fun. The stakes are little high, we know and we hate Claw and we want him to be captured but we're also just getting to know the characters. This is the first time we kind of get to see them in real action. Before we had a fight scene in the dark and we could see the characters are amazing warriors but it didn't really show off what they could do in the way that this scene does. Working together as a team, problem solving, joking, just having fun. I especially loved the spear flipping the SUV awesome scene, love it can't really say anything bad about it.

And finally, the last thing that I really enjoyed was the villain. Killmonger is an awesome villain. It's not often that you can look at a genocide on maniac and say "yeah I see where you're coming from". He's not just somebody who's trying to do something incredibly evil, he has an ideology behind him and one that makes sense based on his upbringing. The fact that people can see his worldview and could take a similar side on the issue makes him a more relatable villain. A villain I can see myself in, or see other people in and find relatable is quite a bit scarier than somebody who's just evil for the sake of evil. Instead we have a character who has good intentions behind his perceived evil actions. It's this sort of ideology that gives him the best line in the whole movie at the very end (and I won't spoil it but it's just such a beautiful line about his views and it was just so powerful that it stuck with me).

And those are my views on black panther I know I have more but I think the post is long enough.