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This is hitting too close to home, our healthcare system is in shambles right now and yet I walk on to the ward with our unsafe staffing levels and burnt out colleagues and we still manage to get through the day. It very much is due to extensive training and great guidelines that we avoid incidents at this rate. But it would be so much better if we had extra staffing and support.
It's really important when you're at work to go out there and really give it your 60%. Maybe 35%.
#nhs#I love my job and I think training in the UK is done so well but I’m not sure how much longer we can manage#I started my degree at the start of covid so I only know the harsh environment but I hear the stories of the fabled safe staffing#oh how I dream for more#if we can handle this mess imagine how much better it would be with support#moral of the story guidelines safety protocols and good management are the key to efficiency and safety#tell a friend
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ep.1: meet the wives
ratings: fluff
warnings: small mentions of ADHD, cancer, death, body size, cheating
running time: 1.5k words
summary: the brides to be gather and meet each other for their hen party, before they get married.
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"Hi!!! I'm Aurora, but most people call me Rori, I'm 25 and I've been single for 2 years," Aurora grinned toothily at the camera as she introduced herself.
"I joined this experiment because I just want to meet someone who makes me feel safe, you know?" her tone has shifted to more of a sad one, but from the way she presented herself you could tell she was good at hiding that side of her.
"I've definitely had some experiences before that have changed who I was as a person, and it's not a nice feeling at all, it's dreadful," Aurora admitted, hinting at something else that must have affected her, eyes unable to look into the camera anymore, or even the person asking the questions to her.
"These past 2 years I think I've really grown as a person, like massive personal growth. I've managed to come out of that time where things were darker, and I just want a husband that will help me see the lighter times too."
"I moved to South Korea from the UK not too long after my previous relationship, and I now work as a nurse! It's a really rewarding job, long hours, but so rewarding. I think it's important my husband cares about hard work too, and yeah."
"Yeah, my family thinks I'm absolutely insane for joining this process, of course they do!" Dallas giggled and covered her mouth as she threw her head back, just imagining and remembering the looks her family gave her when she told them she was going on a show where she'd be marrying a stranger.
"Hi, I'm Dallas! I'm only 21, but, I had been in a relationship for 5 years. I think obviously I've changed since I was a kid, I'm a woman now, and I think now that I'm a woman I need a man," she shrugged her shoulders lightly with a small smile, almost becoming shy at admitting what she wanted in a husband.
"Someone who... is quite calm in their nature, I'd say. Sometimes my brain feels too busy, I do have ADHD and that can sometimes be quite overwhelming. So I think I want someone that'll calm me down but also accept who I am, yeah," she explained as the camera panned to her knee jolting up and down from ner seat.
"For my job I actually have my own little flower shop, and I don't think I'd rather be doing anything else. Some people say to me it must get boring but there's so many stories with the people I meet and why they want to buy their flowers and-" she cut herself off.
"I'm rambling, aren't I? To put it simply, yeah it's a small business, but I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Hi, I'm Sienna! I've never had a boyfriend before, so, yes, coming onto a show where I'm going to have a husband, it's, umm, how you say? Crazy, haha. Why am I here? Haha," Sienna's Polish accent came through as she spoke, adding some charm to her.
"I just think... The male figures in my life are very important to me. I remember the day I was told my father had cancer, that was the day I learnt he was going to die from it..." she bravely admitted, eyes welling up with tears. The screen showed her grabbing a tissue.
"Sorry can I have a moment?" she sniffled, holding her hand up to block the view of her getting upset.
"He always told me to think with my heart, and I think that's something that will stick with me forever. I know he won't be there the day I get married, but I've got a part of him with me always," she spoke gently of her father's warm advice.
"I think I can come across as quite closed off, I am training to be a lawyer, so I feel like I have to look at things quite unbiased, but with love... I'm not sure how it will go. I think I just want someone who will accept me for me, you know?"
"This is 100% the right place for me to be. I want love, I need it. I'm done living my lonely girl era. I mean that era was a whole year but let me tell you it was a long year," Octavia admitted as she sheepishly shrugged her shoulders.
"I've been in and out of relationships a lot, and they've never really matched me. It always left me thinking, maybe I was too much for them to handle?"
"I just want someone cheeky who will match my humour, that's a big thing for me. Someone who is ambitious too, yeah that's important for me as well," she nodded, describing her ideal type.
"I'm a model, I travel quite a lot for different shoots or campaigns so I hope that my husband is someone who could handle that, and cope with my busy lifestyle."
"Hi, I'm Valentina! I'll say it how it is, plain and simple like that. I work in sales, it's not the most interesting job I'll be honest, but it pays the bills, haha," she laughed, tossing her over her shoulder and giving a 'help me' look to the camera jokingly.
"I just live for the Fridays where me and my girls can go to the bar at the end of a long day and do a bit of karaoke. I have been told I have quite a good voice, not to brag," Valentina smirked.
"What do I want in a husband? I need someone who can handle my fieriness, someone who will accept me for me."
"I think people look at me a certain way, I'm not a prude, but I want my fairytale. My parents have been together for 40 years now, they're so important to me. My family is my world. So, as ambitious as it may sound, I want to have my fairytale in this experiment."
"Hi, I'm Tanaka! All I know is old people, fish, and the sea. You don't get a lot of people my age near the village I live," she introduced herself.
"I'm from Japan but live near the beach in Uljin! I'm looking for love, and I don't quite know what that will look like yet but I need something to fill the void," there was a pause as she spoke seriously, before she chuckled and leant back into her chair, "too deep?"
"I work at an aquarium, people come in with their kids, it's definitely something I want one day... Even if I can't carry them myself."
"I want my husband to understand me I think, which will be hard because I don't fully understand myself. But maybe they'll bring a different side out of me? Who knows haha... I'm looking forward to it."
"I'm Taniyah! I need a man that can handle a big girl-" Taniyah gave a cute look to the camera and looked it up and down as if she was flirting with whoever was watching. The camera quickly cut.
"Is that too much?" she giggled heartily, her hand habitually resting on her chest as she did so.
"Guys I've been with in the past... They've only wanted to get with me because they're curious of what it's like to be with someone plus size... They almost, how you say it? Fetish? They don't care about who I really am, deep down. And that's been a huge problem for me my whole dating life, it's really held me back."
"I work as a therapist, mainly with teens, and I go into schools and talk to them and just really help get down to the roots of their problems."
"I think I want someone who is caring and a good listener, because they're things I strive to be too, so yeah, I need a man that'll match my energy. Just wait til he sees me in full glam too, the boy won't be able to keep his hands off of me!" Taniyah cheered, clicking her fingers.
"Korea is very different to India let me tell you that," Ishani said in wonder, before adding on quietly with a small smile, "I like it."
"I came onto this show because the last time I was in a relationship I got cheated on, very badly, and I want someone who I can rely on all the time. I don't even have to know what they're doing, I just need a trustworthy person to be my husband, because then I won't have to worry."
"I do work as a vet, so I get to see animals quite a lot. It really is my dream job, I feel so lucky. I trust the animals more than men sometimes I can't lie. They're better listeners!" Ishani's eyes lit up as she spoke passionately of her job.
"I think what I also want out of the experiment is personal growth too. I've kept myself to myself for far too long, and I want someone to help bring things out of me I didn't know were there."
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Oh my god this got so long. I swore to myself that I was going to be normal about this and not just dump all of my headcanon immediately but like
Do you ever think about the fact that in the 1950s & 1960s there just were not that many nuclear weapons blueprints out there (and most of the document stealing was done by long term plants, not high risk guys like Curt & Owen)
If you were a spy during the Cold War you were most likely doing regime change. You were arming, training, and supplying coups. You were helping set the stage for American or UK capital to set up shop and repress and enslave Indigenous populations and export every drop of wealth possible from the global south. You were fighting a proxy war against "communism" (which often just meant workers striking for better conditions, at least intially) all across the globe.
With that context I think a lot about the coup in Guatemala in 1954, where the CIA trained and armed the coup and overthrew the democratically elected president of Guatemala (Jacobo Árbenz Guzmán) at the behest of the United Fruit Company. Árbenz was left of center, and he had land reforms planned that would compensate UFCO for their land, appropriate it, and redistribute it to workers. Guatemala offered to pay the value listed on UFCO tax documents (1.2 million), but UFCO demanded 16 million
If I start talking about this I'll never stop, but long story short UFCO had spent 50+ years gobbling up all the land in Guatemala, grew Bananas and exported them for massive profits, and terrorized or outright massacred Indigenous workers to keep them in line. The 1954 coup and the subsequent I think its 36 years of civil war in Guatemala is all down to the CIA doing a coup because the head of the CIA (Allen Dulles) was on the board of United Fruit and they wanted that blood money baby. It was a genocide.
Hard swerve back into it here: I don't know about Owen, but at least Agent Curt Mega had a *very* good chance of participating in the 1954 coup. In creating a literal Banana Republic (a puppet government controlled by US interests). I tend to think Owen was there too because it's more interesting that way. I think it's a mistake to focus exclusively on the Russian cat vs mouse and ignore the larger geopolitical context of the cold war.
Owen "dies" because of Curt's hubris- not just the drinking and talking him into risks he isn't comfortable with, but with his job at A.S.S., because someone else points and Curt shoots. In my headcanon Curt helped to create a banana republic that harmed and killed an incredible number of people, and he is just as careless when he leaves his banana peel on the stairs and "kills" Owen. Curt is absolutely firm in the belief that he is one of the good guys. And I think Owen was prolly the same way- until his body got wrecked and he got abandoned by the man he loved and he had a long, long time to think about the foreign policy of his government and what he and Curt really *did* on their fun lil spy jaunts.
If Owen was in Honduras (where they staged the Guatemala coup), then he has to reckon with the fact that he "died" due to *his own* hubris as well. He has to process that he joined the intelligence game because he grew up during the Blitz, during WWII, but that post WWII Britain was doing the same imperialist bullshit the US was. That Owen wasn't saving the world, he was destroying it. He was crushing half the planet under the thumb of British power. He was enacting the very genocides he joined up to prevent. That's why he wants a world with "no more agencies, no more spies, no more secrets."
So when Chimera offers Owen the chance to undermine US & UK interests, to take the power out of their hands by using and discarding a ridiculous n*zi, Owen just goes for it. I don't subscribe to the Chimera brainwashing theory, I like to think Owen joined Chimera because post-banana he became ideologically aligned with Chimera.
I imagine Chimera pulled him out of the rubble and got him back on his feet, and whispered in his ear about US/UK imperialism. We can argue about whether the ends justify the means, whether he goes too far, whether Chimera has pure intentions (doubt), but Owen isn't just some nightmare monster. He tells Curt "you've been blind" and "no one's innocent." He calls Curt a "caveman" and what is it, an "arrogant brute?" He has a rationale. He believes he is right. He's kind of a dick about it, but he has radicalized in a way Curt hasn't.
I think Owen sees Curt as clinging to cool guy spy shit (and the macho straight guy facade) instead of seeing the world for what it is. I think he probably also thinks about Alan Turing, about the UK arresting gay men- men who had previously been considered national heroes- for doing what Owen does (loving a man). I think he thinks about the US doing an elaborate and very public witchhunt of communists and gay people and anyone else who doesn't conform to good ol American capitalism. I think he insults Curt because he has been through a lot of shit that has changed his perspective, and he cannot believe that Curt *still doesn't see it*
I know there's the whole "DMA killed 1147 people, mostly girls from ages 14 to 22" kickstarter joke, but I'm sorry as much as I love Cynthia it'll be a cold day in hell before I believe anything the US state department says.
I don't think Agent Curt Mega is a perfect adorable babygirl who has never done anything wrong, I don't think Owen is (and has always been) a cruel and sadistic comic book villain. I think these are two men who loved each other in a time where it was very difficult, in a profession where they are literally the property of their respective governments. Where they could be arrested and forced into conversion therapy if they were discovered.
I think they were flawed (Curt cocky and careless, Owen condescending) but loved and respected each other as best they could, and when a massive trauma hits them they break different ways. Curt remains the lawful good, but Owen reframes his sense of right and wrong. I tend to think he did legit torture a lot of people, and even enjoyed it, but I think it was people related to these proxy wars, people related to these coups. People who could advance Chimera's objectives
I think Owen tortures Curt because he hates him, and he doesn't kill Curt (despite having soooo many chances) because he loves him. Owen has so much hesitation in the staircase scene. When Curt brings up their relationship he wavers and his face softens and his gun drops. He brings the gun back up, but despite having Curt at gunpoint for like 3 minutes he doesn't kill him. He hates him, but he loves him. If Curt takes the chance to talk to Owen, then maybe...
But Curt is convinced he is the good guy, which makes Owen the bad guy. And bad guys get put down like dogs. The ideological split is something Curt can't handle, so he shoots and kills his unarmed ex-lover. He just needs a win. He needs it to be over.
I don't have anything against anyone else's headcanon, I think it's a testament to how good Spies Are Forever really is that nearly 8 years later so many people still spend so much time taking apart this comedy musical about gay spies. But for me, it's more compelling if Owen is traumatized and flawed and ideologically opposed to the heroes of our story. I think it's more interesting that Curt kills the man he spent 4 years pining for because he can't accept the possibility that he could be the baddie.
Oh god I have to stop this is too much. But yeah. I've got feelings.
#spies are forever#curtwen#agent curt mega#owen carvour#tin can bros#Hahaha anyone else have an audhd hyperfixation??
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You’re not insane. I thought the same thing, but people get real mad any time anybody even suggests it’s a stunt so I’ve just been in my corner Lolol.
i think it comes down to people not really understanding how celebrity industries (movie and music, alike) work. i'm not saying i'm an expert but i was in the 1d fandom for a good chunk of time and was friends with a few people who had jobs where they interacted with either the celebrities themselves or someone from their teams.
i'm not the best at explaining things, so bear with me. jq is an established actor in the uk for various roles, but stranger things gave him his us break. he's now being offered bigger roles in bigger us franchises, and that means the general public needs to get to know him. meaning, he needs to be seen with high profile celebrities and get a few articles in people's or whatever shit tmz wants to spitball in their writer's room.
yeah sure, he's been seen with that one dude from the bear, but people aren't going to really look at that. they're gonna glance at the photos and then flip to the next page.
however. PR teams know that we as a society are, unfortunately, obsessed with celebrity relationships. doja cat is a very high profile celeb and the general public's eyes have been on her for a while for her controversies. most of the time, PR stunts are mutually beneficial, and sometimes they're not. this one seems to be the former. jq needs to become a household name and doja cat needs her image cleaned up for whatever reason.
this possibly could have been in the works since 2022 when she asked NS for jqs' number, who knows. but give both of their teams time and a few pap walks, and you have what is a very well-crafted and believable love story.
"jq doesn't need the hype" you're right! he doesn't! but he's still a rising (foreign) celebrity and he has to pay his dues. they're literally trained for these things. you might not think A list celebs have to do PR stunts, but they do. even if doesn't look like it. i'm sure joe keery has also done a few runs in the past couple years.
also can we talk about that pic with his hand very strategically placed on her ass i cackled so loud he's trying so hard
#answered#Anonymous#vengaboy#joseph quinn#i think i've covered everything. i'm sure i'm forgetting something but oh well#i don't generally care about the lives of celebrities but this is so glaringly obvious it hurts
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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 26: Zurich Part 1
At first, I wasn't sure how I was going to do this one, because I usually listen to Zurich 1 and 2 sequentially, usually when I have a long train/car ride back from something shitty and need to smile. But then I realized that this could be my first time listening to them separately since that first time almost exactly nine years ago, and I knew I needed to do it.
That time was pretty crazy- I was traveling abroad and my time zone was ahead of the UK, and where I was staying there was only one room that had internet access, so I had to sneak down there past security in the middle of the night to listen to the first new Cabin Pressure episode in almost two years... two nights in a row! But it was worth it to open up BBC Sounds and just bask in it, while making as little noise as possible so nobody would know I was there. Ah, memories.
And of course, it was so worth it! Incidentally, I don't know if other people remember this but they actually released an advance clip beforehand, which was when Arthur shows up in the new "ice cream van." I don't remember if it was the FULL clip, but it definitely had him showing up and definitely had the ice cream chimes. I remember laughing myself sick at that, while also wondering what they were thinking releasing the funniest part of the episode beforehand, because wouldn't it take away from the obviously less-funny rest of the episode? Obviously, though, I had nothing to worry about.
You might be wondering why I'm just sitting here rambling about what I remember from 2014, and the answer is, to a certain degree, that John Finnemore kind of already did the definitive writeup of Zurich in his Farewell Bear Fact here. I've cited it here before, because it's just that critical. At a certain point, going too much into character arcs and motivations would just be me rehashing what he said, but worse.
That said, I definitely have some of my own comments, like how without listening to Yverdon and Zurich 1 in a row (which I basically never do), I'd forgotten that the pre-credits scene in Zurich is basically just a lesser version of the ending scene in Yverdon... I get that unless they wanted to commit to Arthur having an allergic reaction throughout the scene they couldn't just repeat it, but I'm still a bit sad we lost Arthur's thing about being a hotel guy. That said, transferring the scene over and reinterpreting it was done beautifully, and I love how Theresa showed up right at the key moment, not only for plot reasons (so that Martin needed to admit for real that he had the job) but because having her there as well really differentiated this scene from the prior one.
(I also want to say, my single favorite joke on this whole fucking show is in this episode, and it is "like in Casablanca, where the woman gets to go on the plane.")
The wait from Yverdon had, of course, been agonizing by the time we all (and by "we" I mean all of us but the lucky bastards who saw the recording) listened to it, and I remembered wondering how they were going to handle it- and was both surprised and delighted that Martin's attempted subterfuge was revealed immediately. It had felt like a cliffhanger for the sake of a cliffhanger- and of course, to a degree, it was (if JF hadn't wanted one he wouldn't have written one) and keeping didn't feel sustainable, which indeed it wasn't. And in general, the kind of farce that comes from keeping secrets isn't usually my favorite kind of comedy, which is a bit funny considering how much I love Frasier but I digress. So when everything was out in the open and they all just had to move on and deal with it, that was like a breath of fresh air.
And I LOVE how JF made this episode remarkably self contained! We'll see tomorrow in Part 2 that there are lots of dangling threads just begging to be tied up, but the episode is still utterly enjoyable on its own terms. I've seen/heard/read Part 1s that feel like they're just set up, but here everything is funny, sweet, heartwarming in its own right, even without Part 2 to provide the finishing touches. If the last we'd gotten of the Carolyn/Herc relationship had been her allowing him to say that he loves her because it's a special occasion, it would have been a basically fitting send off, even if what we'll end up getting in Part 2 is better. And of course the auction scene is perfectly self contained and hilarious, just amazing. (Though I have to say, a British radio comedy writer having GERTI as "lot 42" is possibly a trifle on the nose, but hey, everyone does it, why shouldn't he be able to...)
I'll admit that the first time I listened to this episode I thought that Douglas was serious about trying to get Gordon to sell the plane to Carolyn (for decent motives), right up until he explained his plan. Now relistening I'm not sure why I ever thought that, it makes zero sense in the context of the broader story and the characters. It was, of course, so much more exciting to me to realize that they were about to embark on a mission to go steal GERTI back.
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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Should Odd Acquaintance Be Forgot" Episode Followup, Part 4
Well...halfway through the episode now. Taking it as it goes, but man, people, shit's hard.
Below the break.
(A post-editing note: I was informed that Leonie is, in fact, a girl, and not a boy like I thought. I'm keeping the LGBTQ+ theory because we've already gotten gay triangle villain and they could extend that to child villains too, but keep in mind that Leonie is a girl and not a boy. That's my bad.)
I will choose to pass this as "Onom explained how the gadgets work on the way here".
Just...for the sake of my rapidly-decreasing sanity.
Ohhhhhhh...huh. So that's where that final scene in the gadget competition results video comes from. I mean hey, they got balls to give us a teaser, at the very least.
But also, is this meant to be this precinct's equivalent to the Odd Squad Warehouse? And if so, why are all of these adult construction workers here? If this goes to the outside, and this area is not a part of the precinct's HQ, then I have a hell of a lot of questions.
"Is it 'get a pizza'?"
Ahhhhh Ozzie...you poor schmuck. Stuck with a goofy scientist and a stoic-in-name-only Security agent who are both fixated on food when chaos is running rampant in town. Surprised he doesn't rescind his temporary leadership based on that alone!
So throughout this franchise, we've gotten blue, green, red, and now purple blobs.
If they keep going with a yellow and an orange one, we can get the whole damn rainbow.
"So what's next for you three?"
Regretting their past actions and contrived stupidity?
See, at least Obbs had plans for world domination, and then domination of another planet.
These three? Fucking amateur hour, and I'd honestly love if some Odd Squad agent went, "Okay, so then what?"
Really, this is just the cameraman being really bad at his job.
Not...not the show's cameraman. The newscast's cameraman.
THIS WAS N O T HIM FUCKING ABANDONING THEM!!!!!! DON'T YOU FUCKING GET IT?!?!?!?!?!
I'm just...I'm weak...I'm so fucking weak...Tasha, you're fucking killing me.
"But...I panicked" NO BRO. YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THE FUCKING PRESSURE. GET SOME GODDAMN TRAINING, P R O P E R TRAINING, AND COME BACK.
"You think we're masterminds?"
Well I sure as hell don't, considering you don't know how to read a fucking book.
I...what??? Just like that??? ARE YOU FUCKING K I D D I N G M E . Y'ALL ARE GONNA FORGIVE HIM JUST LIKE T H A T ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Okay, look. I've heard complaints about The Shadow's reformation being too quick. Personally, I disagree, especially when you stack it up against whatever in the assfuck this is. The Shadow, at least, had a moment of doubt before she was fully reformed and accepted Opal's apology -- and the acceptance wasn't just because of status quo; it was sisterly love and appreciation. These three just go "oop well okay sure, you're forgiven" with the only doubt being about what they've done, with Ozzie giving a half-hearted speech that has no impact.
This shit? IS SO FUCKING ASS AND WE ONLY HAVE THREE MINUTES LEFT TO GO. I've never wanted to fire a lightsaber into my eyeballs more.
Ohhhhhhhhh...so just...exactly like the pienado...
Dad, give me the lightsa- GIVE ME THE LIGHTSABER.
No. On five million levels. NO.
Yes, even with Orli asking if they're on the heroes' side now.
FUCK YOU. A MILLION FUCK YOU'S. UPON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. DISHONOR ON YOU. DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
Usually I don't mind Orli's self-aware shit. Here, however, it's grating.
Onom deciding to go get pizza instead of, y'know, helping out is grating too. At the very least, though...he's in the Side Character Bin where he belongs, just as God intended.
Yes, "did I miss anything?" be damned.
Ah yes, resurrection. If I imagine myself as Directors having that innate power because they can live for millennia, it actually makes this better.
Wh...I'm sorry, WHAT?????? This precinct was facing a serious lack of agents and now you're sending the one agent that was brought here to boost numbers awa- OH. OHHHHHHHHHHHH NO I NEED MY WONDER DRUGS. WHERE'S MY TYLENOL. WHERE IS MY ADVIL. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH-
BAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS GUY COULDN'T FUCKIN' STAND BEING ALONE SO HE DECIDED TO ROPE ORLI BACK INTO GOING TO NIAGARA FALLS??????
JUST MAKE HIM PART OF YOUR PRECINCT CAPTAIN O OH MY G O D .
"Turns out there's a lot of oddness back home."
How the fuck does he know?! He lives IN A CAVE BEHIND A WATERFALL. W H A T FUCKING ODDNESS DOES HE HAVE-
*long sigh* This finale was tolerable before it started slipping into "the US government's new form of torture for most-wanted criminals". Having the falls turn into chicken soup is not a wake-up call. It's an isolated incident. THIS MEANS NOTHING.
I- and...and just like that??? He accepts it?!?!?!?!
I'm...my body hurts. My soul hurts. We're really just doing anything and everything to wrap this up in 11 minutes and I hate it. God, at least Olando actually got a whole-ass resolution to his problem by making the decision to stay, even if things were handled poorly. This is just...straight ass!
ooooooooooh she said the line oooooooooooooooh- shoost me. shoost me fast. shoost me hard. all the way to the moon.
I AM GOD, AND I FROWN UPON THE SIN THAT IS THIS ENTIRE FUCKING EPISODE.
There is absolutely no fuckin' chicken soup that can heal my broken-ass soul, Osgood.
Why the music is cut off, too, I will never understand. And fuck this whole.
And your credits for this episode, for what might be the final time.
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Overall...oh my God. I think the followup speaks well enough for itself, but in case it wasn't clear, let me lay it down for you in a single image.
God I've been itching to use that image for a month. Really any image to add to my text reactions, but...Tumblr's photo limit.
Pretty much everything about this finale was a trainwreck, to the point where it makes "Odd Together Now" look valid enough for a Peabody. From the villains' motives, to Ozzie making up with them, to how the conflict is resolved, to the ending...all of it was the most shit-laden thing I have ever had to sit through in the nearly 10 years I've been with this franchise, and to dive into it in-depth requires another essay entirely. There are a select few funny bits, I will admit, but nothing particularly redeeming about it.
I'm going to dash some hopes now while I'm on a bitch streak: if you think this finale's abrupt ending means we're going to get another season, stop hoping. Please, I am begging you, stop hoping. Abrupt endings are very common for this franchise, and just because the finale has one doesn't mean we're getting a continuation. Of course, I could be wrong, and maybe PBS will see that it might be doing numbers and decide to greenlight another go, but given their track record with Odd Squad favoritism-wise, I don't see that happening. And if it does happen...well, maybe it's just the cynic in me, but I don't think it'll get better, even if we get more than 12 episodes. Ever hear of the complaint that video games should take as long to make as is needed for the game to be good? This season/series was made in the span of a year, and it's crystal-clear that's not enough time to make a season perfect regardless of episode count. Whether the rush was due to the 10th anniversary or not is up in the air, but I'd have been fine with waiting another year or so and having something else be done for the 10th anniversary. However long it takes, so we don't get the slop that this was.
My disappointment expands beyond the cosmos. It is, by every conceivable piece of mathematical knowledge, beyond immeasurable. And my entire fucking Spoopy Month has been ruined by people who can't recognize the signs of franchise rot.
*deep breath* Now that that's out of the way, some future plans: I'm currently working on a few more Seren's Studies, including my overall thoughts on the series/season as well as a study on PBS Kids and how they treat Odd Squad. Expect those soon, hopefully.
For now, I need to take a shower, scream, cry, and melt into a puddle. And then sleep. Preferably for half a millennium, whereupon I will wake up and then promptly Google "what happened to odd squad".
Oh, and if you've been reading these...thank you. These have been crazy fun to make, whether I have a good time or a bad one. Screaming into a mic is better, but banging keys works just as well. Stay tuned.
Seren out.
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You know when sometimes you find out something you wish you didn't know? That's where I am now.
If I may, please let me explain.
My name is James Jamieson. I currently work as a receptionist at a dental practice but my background is British Army. I enjoy cycling and football and am happily married to my gorgeous husband Roger Restrange. We have no kids and no pets -though we did have a little dog that got stolen- but we love babysitting for my little nieces, Ava and Ellie, who are just the scrummiest little kids.
I've also been listed in The Guardian, The Sun and The Mirror as the UKs "Most Dangerous Supervillain". Which sounds bad, I'll admit.
Please, let me explain.
Here in the UK, since the rise of modern superheroes and supervillains, national newspapers and magazines have started publishing ranking tables for us, much as they do for universities, festivals, restaurants and Sexiest Man Of The Year. I feel I am personally better qualified for the latter but my supervillain alter ego Archangel means it's the villain tables for me.
I feel the need to emphasise that The Archangel is not a name I picked for myself. There is a comic book character called Archangel and I'm not so basic, and contrary to popular belief, archangels are low ranking in the Christian belief, not high level boss angels. I wish I had named myself early before the tabloids had slapped a nickname on me but I had never meant to become a supervillain. I don't entirely identify as a villain now, not deep down. Perhaps no villain does. Deep down, I think I'm...not good, exactly, but certainly not bad.
I can explain.
I trained with the army straight from school. I hadn't done well: not because I'm unintelligent but because the nineties was not a kind time in community schools for non-heterosexual kids and I had found bunking off preferential to bullying. School kids can smell "different" like sharks can smell blood and my teenage self reasoned that only a fool stepped bleeding into a pool of emotionally unstable sharks. I used to take myself off instead, go to the woods and practice shooting. Slingshots and Neft guns evolved into BB guns and paintball guns and by the time I left school, I had GCSEs in Maths and Physics and nearly 500 hours air rifle time. I joined the army, flew through Phase 1 training, joined my regiment and ended up a sharpshooter.
Then my mum died.
What should have been a basic coil fitting to help with her menopause symptoms ended up with my mother dead. I left the army and went home to my little sister and our dad. If this is sounding like a supervillain cliché, please hold your horses. I didn't go rampaging. I didn't go mad. I got frayed in places and occasionally crumbled but if you've lost your mum, you'll understand and if you haven't, I'm happy for you. I got a supermarket job to pay the bills and settled down into a little grief cocoon with my loved ones, not healing -never healing- but evolving to be able to function in a new way now that mum was gone. My heart was bruised, my identity was different. I felt that I'd buried my old self along with my mum, because wish as I might, I was too hurt to be that man again.
Then the scandal broke. A politician in government in my country -the country I would have fought and died for- had cut deals with their cronies for discount medical equipment. To shave costs and line their pockets, they had actively bought and supplied hospitals with unsafe medical products. Including hormone coils.
A greedy politician, not a shock tragedy, had killed my mum.
Just let me explain.
I didn't immediately go immoral. I joined campaigns. I joined fundraisers. I set up petitions. I stood outside parliament with signs. I paid copious money for therapy, to help with my betrayal. I even went so far as to obsessively look them up , to read their biography, to try and see them as people with families and friends rather than callous millionaires. You know what came of it? After months of shouting, of campaigns, of spending my free time chasing justice for my mum and others like her, the politician issued a public apology. They called it a "misjudgement that was deeply regrettable." They wished "deepest condolences" to families like mine.
That was it. My mum, who loved yoga and Take That, who volunteered at a charity shop on Fridays and bought coffees for strangers, who had hurt many a houseplant but never a fly, she was dead and they were "sorry". They didn't even have to give the purloined money back.
I killed them.
I didn't regret it. I don't now. I think perhaps I have explained enough to let you know why.
Then I met Roger and I am not embarrassed to say I was smitten from day one. Not the horny, frantic lust I'd felt before but a warm, addictive, envelope of adoration that felt like molten caramel in my chest. Perhaps the universe had taken pity on me and put in a kind word on my behalf, because Roger unexpectedly felt the same. I had spent my love life up until that point cautious, afraid to look beyond today for fear of no tomorrow, but Roger's love made me brave. Our wedding was more beautiful than I'd ever allowed myself to hope for. My life became beautiful too. Roger's family and mine got on and while I never have "gotten over" Mum, I have learned to welcome my grief for her like an old friend, to see the space in my heart as a place my love for Mum can go when it can't find her here.
I wish I didn't have to explain that The Archangel was not a one off.
The trouble with doing something for the first time is that after that doing it again is much easier than first time round. I didn't mean to, I promise I didn't, but I accidentally became an avenging angel with a gun. Or a devil, perhaps, I take no pleasure in killing, but some people....well. Sometimes you must kill one person to save hundreds. And I did.
The cabinet minister who had been raiding small boats desperately crossing the sea to sell people into modern slavery.
The pop star who was a serial rapist, yet continued to play on the radio.
The vocal right wing millionaire who had been inviting hate crime.
The minor royal who had beaten his pregnant wife not once but again and again, over many pregnancies.
I worked alone. I was not cruel. I killed cleanly. I was not like true supervillains, not really, I feel my work explains itself. I feel more like a Robin Hood figure, punishing people with more power than morals when all other avenues fail.
Which brings me to today.
I wish I didn't have to explain.
Roger and I each have a little room of our own at home in addition to our bedroom and shared living space. Roger joked when we bought our house that we should keep the mystery in our marriage and given the amount of guns I own illegally, I readily agreed, much like how I agreed we should keep our own names when we got married. We are a partnership. We love eachother. We don't need to become eachother. I've never trespassed in his room, nor he in mine. Up until today, that is.
I have to explain.
It's a silly thing. I'd been out issuing justice. I've been trying to step back from sharpshooting and have tried to issue "a hearty warning thrashing" instead, though this was been of zero success and was more dangerous besides. My targets have security and I have no wish to go to jail or end up in an unmarked grave in the Scottish Highlands. I'd escaped narrowly but had been so drenched in blood and sweat and mud, I'd jumped straight in the shower and accidentally flooded the bathroom, causing water to dribble through the downstairs ceiling. I was shaken from the fight and, in an illogical panic, worried the water would be bloodstained (not to mention the risk of rot and silverfish) so I picked the lock on Rogers room.
There on the table was a doomsday device.
I might not identify as a supervillain in my heart but I keep track on superhero/supervillain news. I knew that that doomsday device was the same one the hero The Red Rescuer had liberated from the villain Grey Golom last month.
Like a line of dominos, realisations queued up to fall down. I was not the only one in the Super business in my house. My husband... Roger was the Red Rescuer. He was a modern superhero in the flesh and my alter ego was his mortal enemy.
For a wavery moment, I considered confessing all. Selfishly, I didn't, but I have a more altruistic explanation too. Roger is a perfectionist. It is one of his faults, along with his indifference to puppies. I know my husband and I knew in my heart that knowing he lived with The Archangel? It would break him. My bold, handsome Roger is strong but he is brittle. The shame would be too much. They say "takes one to know one" and there's a thin edge between superhero and Supervillain. Do I want to be the catalyst of the start of my husband's spiral into villainy? He already technically has a doomsday device.
I can't do that to him. I won't. He can't know about my alter ego.
That needs no explanation.
You are the most dangerous supervillain and have been happily married to the world’s greatest hero for years. You’ve found out your spouse’s secret identity and are desperate to hide the truth from them for life because you fear they may end the world if they found out.
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i have been tagged by @themultifanshipper here we go
Do you make your bed?
when i have the spoons! being chronically ill and having adhd and autism makes getting simple tasks done pretty difficult
Favourite number?
13- i'm a swiftie and it's always been my lucky number even without taylor's meddling lol
What's your job?
currently trying to find a summer job so i can start working when i go back home to the states because i go to uni in the uk, but this past academic year i just worked at a starbucks
If you could go back to school, would you?
not really. my school went to shit my senior year and i don't regret leaving for the uk. i love being in uni though <3 i can finally study the things i want to learn about!
Can you parallel park?
surprisingly, i can! it's very hit or miss as to if i do it well, but i'm one of the gays that can drive but can't do math for shit (hence why i'm studying to be a psychologist)
Do you think aliens are real?
i guess so? there's probably been some other non-earth life form out there at some point in the billions of years that the universe has existed, but whether they were sentient or not is a big mystery
Can you drive a manual car?
fuck no. i want to learn though!
Guilty Pleasures?
i am not a morning person. i hate hate hate getting out of bed.
Tattoos?
not yet, but i have an appointment to get one in september >:D
Favourite Colour?
dark, DARK red (think the 2022 ferrari livery) and royal blue (iykyk)
Favourtie type of music?
i don't really have a favorite type, but i guess maybe the kind of music that itches every nook and cranny in your brain. my favorite artists are waterparks, taylor swift, stray kids, counterfeit, yung gravy, and måneskin.
Do you like puzzles?
yeah! my flatmates and i have had one on our coffee table almost every day this past year.
Favourite childhood sport?
roller derby! i still play for my uni's team today :)
Do you talk to yourself?
definitely! i'm a verbal processor so i often catch myself muttering to myself for various periods of time while i'm working on my coursework
Tea or coffee?
it depends- if the coffee is iced, i love to take the time to make myself a nice cup of coffee at home. at night, i always make myself a big mug of peppermint tea with honey <3
First thing you wanted to be when growing up?
i wanted to be an astronaut :D i loved the concept of being completely weightless for long periods of time.
What movies do you adore?
gods, i love so many different movies. i can always rely on any of the marvel movies to be my comfort movies, but some animated movies i will ALWAYS turn to is the entire how to train your dragon cinematography. it's. magical. i don't even know how to explain it beyond that. it's just my childhood experience. loved those movies, still do.
tagging some friends!
@ithinkyourerare
@d444zed
@landooscurls
@tightjeansjavi
@ranboolivesaysstuff
@cellophaine
@webangchan
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I am lying on my couch doing nothing. Saving energy, really, for tomorrow, when I'll set off one more time on the Camino de Santiago, the Jakobsweg, the Way of St James. I suspect this will be the last time I do it- I'm much less fit than I was 10 years ago when I set off for the first time, so there's that, but also there are other routes I'd like to walk, such as the Via Francigena, and other places I'd like to see. Still, I'm looking forward to this holiday. It's been in the planning since December 2021 and, where most people might have negotiated a higher salary, it was the one thing I was genuinely worried about when I took my job at UCL and the thing I have been fiercely protective of.
What I'm looking forward to most is spending time with my friend. We've been on lots of trips together, sometimes in a large group of pilgrims, but in recent times with just us. This time, there's a third member of our party, whom I've never actually spent time with,but who from the few interactions we have had (and her willingness to bring me Reisewaschmittel at the last minute since nowhere in England has it) seens nice.
The Camino is the exact opposite of ny current life. I get up, get dressed, take a train then a tube to work in Central London, eat a sandwich woth colleagues, sit, teach, write some stuff, and go to meetings. It's crazy busy. I always feel like I'm behind because there's so much to be done. I feel a lot of pressure to do my job well, or at least okay. My workplace is supportive and I have great colleagues but I feel a lot of pressure to perform because everyone else seems to be performing. And obviously, I have the double, unspoken but real pressure of being black and 1st generation and just bearing all the marks of being an outsider to academia. It might be easier if it weren't such a central part if UK higher education discourse, but it is ans it can be exhausting.
On the Camino, the only thing exhausting is the walking. You have one thing to do every day: walk. That's it. No extra meeting. No tutorial. No book to write. No exam setting. Just walk. It isn't a race, and you don't have to be faster than the next person, or out walk them or make a good impression. You just have to walk.
The most noticeable change I observed when I moved to England was how well dressed everyone is for work. Like they are clever and beautiful. It's crazy. In Germany everyone just wore jeans all the time but here almost no one wears jeans, especially not to teach. So I spend more time getting dressed. You don't only have to be smart, you have to look it. On the Camino, no one cares what you are wearing, and you wear the same thing for several days- or every other day. There's nothing extra, nothing glamorous.
Don't get me wrong, I love my day to day life, but I'm excited about my Camino. I am excited for the time to think, walk, talk, listen, be, love, be Love and be loved.
I'll try to post every few days- usually on the Camino I journal- so come journey with me.
The Slowest Pilgrim
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no i actually love that classism is made present and obvious in haikyuu so much, like it’s made to fit so well as an important theme
the difference between the public, private and state schools is so obvious and, imo, well done (e.g. shiratorizawa vs seijoh vs karasuno)
furudate also hits on the urban/rural divide in terms of resources, security, educational standards, etc, and how that affects the tokyo teams compared with the miyagi ones, as well as others
it gets a really good balance between “ppl from lower income backgrounds can and do succeed”, and “ppl from privileged backgrounds have a far higher chance of success” and i love that
some of my favourite examples under the cut, in no particular order
kageyama and ushijima in general, and in their relationships with everyone honestly, but especially hinata and oikawa
“what have you been doing the last three years”
ushijima’s metaphor with plants growing in the best soil (in which the best soil is an elite public school) vs “i am hinata shōyō, from the concrete”
that line is so. fucking good.
karasuno’s vb team struggling to get access to the gym and daichi competing with other teams for facilities
the whole “you should have come to shiratorizawa” thing, especially ushijima and oikawa’s conversation after aoba johsai loses to karasuno (it’s really well done in the stageplay, i can’t find the link rn)
actually i feel like a lot of the fandom’s memes and jokes with ushijima stem from lines that are some of the most poignant examples of class dynamics
hinata cycling over a mountain to get to school
karasuno’s coaching team compared with the other ones, and the patchiness in having reliable teaching supervisors in the past
the timeskip jobs. shiratorizawa, nekoma and karasuno come to mind for me as schools that illustrate this really well.
also the difference in types of schools (e.g. dateko being a technical college) is really interesting when it comes to timeskip. actually, i feel like this’ll end up a whole extra post
the parallels and differences between tanaka, kyōtani and yamamoto
team records of making it to nationals, e.g. shiratorizawa dominating the miyagi prefecture
the roles of parents and the notable absences in many instances
‘the lucky ones’, i think is the chapter title translation - the one focusing on ushijima and sakusa post-timeskip - it’s a really good chapter
nekoma’s motto being ‘connect’ - it’s a key team value, but also highlights the privilege of being well-connected and living in the capital city. it also affects their timeskips, facilities, ability to hold training camps, etc
the everyone-knows-everyone vibe of the town karasuno is in. really hits the nail on the head.
tokyo having an extra team in nationals as the event sponsor slot (i forget exactly what they call it)
it doesn’t diminish the impressive abilities of the players who went to public schools (like sakusa, reon, etc) but also acknowledges the ways class privilege helped them to get where they ended up and i just think that’s a really good balance
oh yeah i live in the uk so in case there’s confusion, us public school = uk state school. public schools here are an extra elite type of private school (eg. eton, harrow, etc)
#me narrating this annoying ass blog like#hinata shoyō#kageyama tobio#ushijima wakatoshi#sakusa kiyoomi#tanaka ryūnosuke#haikyuu
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Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙
aaahh bestie this is such a good idea
𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount
summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.
notes: my requests are open, ask away!
for @yourmypurpose
Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.
“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.
“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.
“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.
The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.
The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.
It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.
Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.
“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.
Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.
“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.
“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.
“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”
“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”
“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.
“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.
“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.
Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.
“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”
“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.
“Y/N.”
Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.
“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”
“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.
“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.
The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.
“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.
“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.
You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.
“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.
“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”
It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.
“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.
Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”
“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?
He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:
‘Instagram, do your thing.’
You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.
“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.
“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.
“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?
“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”
“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.
“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.
“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”
“Should I text him?”
“You’d be an idiot not to.”
After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.
Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.
Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?
Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?
Guess so.
Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.
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(cruel) summer || tom holland x reader
a/n: well...this took me a lot longer than I expected. I can only apologise for how long this has taken, especially since the absolutely wonderful @glahmouur requested it so many months ago. I hope you’re still excited to read, and that I’ve done it justice for you. clinging onto the last of these summer vibes before my favourite time of year - and hopefully plenty more writing to come over the next couple of weeks! I’ve missed you all so very much. enjoy x word count: 3735 (oops) warning: swearing, gross paparazzi, little bit of angst summary: it’s the summer of your dreams with your favourite people, something was always going to try and ruin it
The trip had been booked for months.
Tom, Harrison, Harry, Tuwaine and yourself. Mexico.
Two whole weeks.
No interruptions. No work. Just pure bliss.
And, it was shaping up to be the most perfect break.
The first couple of days since you had landed included a lot of amazing food, sightseeing around the quaint picturesque villages and cultural landmarks, tackling hiking trails and joining in on the sports activities set up for you and the boys on the crystal white beaches.
Your favourite part however, was the amount of quality time you got to spend with Tom. Both of you were considered workaholics, and you loved your jobs, but it meant that for the majority of the year you were in separate locations working on your own individual projects.
You both deserved, and needed, this break.
The timing couldn’t have been better, as across the two weeks you would be celebrating your 23rd birthday. Birthdays weren’t always something you and Tom could share together in person, but you would always make it work with FaceTime calls and the promise of a do-over when you were together again.
“Hey!”
You tore yourself away from the soft paperback that was resting warmly against your thighs.
“Hm?”
You look up at your boyfriend, strong arms hauling himself up against the hot paved edging of the pool. He shook his wet curls out of his hair, droplets springing from the tips. Tanned, freckled shoulders peeked out from beneath the water. The sun, strong and intense, commandeered the bright blue skies. A far cry from the cold, rainy weather you’d left back home in the UK. You were unwilling to make your way back to your hotel room in the sticky heat for your forgotten sunglasses, and were instead using your hand as a shield from the glaring rays.
“The water looks good on you,” you flirt, smiling across at him from your position on the reclined sun-bed.
He grins back at you, cheekily.
“It’ll look better on you. Aren’t you coming in?”
You pointed to the book nestled between your legs, “I’m reading, plus the water is freezing.” You teased him, training your eyes back onto the page. You heard brief splashing alongside the laughter of the boys as they continued to play their water basketball game.
A shadow blocks out your sun, dripping water onto the hot concrete.
“Yeah, no. Sorry, but that’s just not going to cut it birthday girl.”
Before you had a chance to take in his words, Tom had scooped you up from your position on the sun-bed. The light droplets from his wet, messy hair chilling your tanned skin.
“Tom! No! Put me down! What are you doing?” You laughed, lightly kicking your legs, “Wait, at least let me put my book down first.”
You felt the grumbled laugh against your body, as you gently tossed your book onto the lounger.
“Okay, go ahead.”
He pressed a sloppy, wet kiss on your mouth - your hand knotted in the back of his wet, tangled hair as you pushed for more.
“Love you.” He said, before dropping you into the pool with a splash.
“You suck, Holland!” You shouted back to him, once you’d come back up for air, shaking water out of your ears and trying to scoop your tangled web of hair out of your eyes as he laughed, eyes twinkling. ****
You continued to watch from your perch on the side-lines, legs tracing patterns in the water whilst the sun beat down across your back and shoulder blades. The boys continued to mess around in the water. Your book had been long since abandoned on your sun lounger, pages now curling with the heat. You couldn’t contain your laughter when Tuwaine jumped on Tom’s back, Harry on Harrison’s so the two teams could race from one end of the pool to the other, legs peddling in what seemed like slow motion under the water; raucous fits of laughter emanating from both parties as your cheered on your boyfriend.
You couldn’t help but be automatically drawn to Tom, his smile so wide and eyes creased with laughter as Tuwaine casually slung his arms over his shoulders. His hair was completely dishevelled from the water’s attempts to flatten it entirely. You could see a smattering of freckles breaking out across his nose, complete with a small shock of pink on his cheeks as he was officially branded by the sun.
“Hey, pretty girl – forgive me yet?” Tom whined, swimming up to the edge to meet you. He gently pulled your legs further into the water, sliding himself between them, wrapping his arms around your waist as your legs wrapped themselves around his.
You laughed, pushing against his broad shoulders.
“Not sure yet. I’m thinking about it.”
He gave a toothy grin before peppering a small cluster of kisses against your lips, “You look so good.” He mumbled quietly against your mouth.
You rolled your eyes at him, before returning the kisses.
“Oi, get a room you two!” You laugh as Tom covers the front of you, ultimately taking the hit of water from Harry.
He gives you a light squeeze round the waist, and a soft kiss on the cheek whispering a quick, “Hop on.”
Wrapping your arms across his warm shoulders, you eased yourself fully into the water, feeling the immediate chill up your sides before wrapping your legs around Tom’s waist. Leaning forward against his back, he held onto the backs of your thighs – propelling you both through the water.
As you arrive next to the boys, you lightly floated away from Tom and were pulled into a one-armed hug by Tuwaine. As Harry held up a fist for you to bump against, you flicked your wrist just under the surface of the water – splashing him as payback.
Tom tread water with the cheesiest grin on his face as all the boys’ eyes immediately trained on you.
“Come on then, what’s this ‘mermaids’ game you were talking about – and how do we play?” ****
The air con hummed lowly, wispy curtains gently blowing in the cool breeze from the open balcony doors. The ocean twinkled in the late afternoon sunshine. You were sprawled out on the large king-sized bed wrapped in one of the hotel’s fluffiest white towels, legs dancing in the air behind you. Lounging on your front, wet curls drying in the cool air you could hear the faint sound of spraying water from the en-suite shower. It soothed you as you continued to follow the written words on the pages of your, now slightly wrinkled and rough to the touch, paperback.
Your phone vibrated from the opposite side of the room, plugged in and charging atop the rustic, vintage vanity table where your new camera, battery pack and Tom’s wallet had all been left.
The camera had been a special gift from Tom which he’d surprised you with on your birthday, celebrated only the other evening. He’d been so giddy the morning of. The carefully, yet haphazardly, wrapped parcel had protruded just slightly from under the bed in the hotel room you shared, where he’d attempted to hide it. You pretended you hadn’t noticed. Puppy dog eyes shone as he eventually handed it across to you, surprising you in bed as the sun was going down, casting golden specks across your bodies, as he whispered a soft ‘happy birthday’ against your lips. Beaming at you once he saw your sheer shock and joy at his thoughtful gift, he had kept the first photo you’d taken in his wallet from that evening. Just the two of you - both sleepy shadows, full from all the sweet lemon sponge cake that has been especially ordered up to your room - cuddled together, legs entangled as you fell into each other’s embrace.
You’d all taken a boat to one of the smaller islands for a special celebratory dinner the next evening; where Harry had surprised you with the battery pack, his smart quick-thinking leaving Tom with a pink blush upon his cheeks. You thanked him with a smile, the rest of the crew spoiling you rotten with drinks and food. As the boys parted ways, you and Tom had waited around for the sunset, high off the sparkling, sweet tasting wine you’d both consumed all evening – bewitched by each other’s titillating company. A small wrap was knotted around your waist, as you had all stayed in your beachwear, black bikini top on show as a server snapped a picture of you both with your new camera per Tom’s polite request. The sun burned low behind you both, it’s vibrant orange glow glistening across the water towards the cove.
Posting the photo in your wine induced haze, you captioned it with a simple 23 and a golden heart before tagging Tom in the blurry, sepia quality polaroid.
You knew the vibrating would be your phone going into overload. A common occurrence that happened anytime you posted a photo with your boyfriend, the hordes of fans coming in full throttle to interact in some way.
Leaving it to buzz in the background, you turned your attention to the bathroom door opening. Tom stepping out as he shook his wet hair, towelling it dry as it stuck up in multiple directions haphazardly.
“Come here.”
You sat yourself up, legs crossed beneath you as he walked over to you – that soft smile high on his lips.
He sat on the end of the bed as you brushed through his temperamental curls, “Please leave it curly,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his tanned shoulder blades, running your hands through the brown locks.
“We’ll match.” He said, turning to you as your hands fell back into your lap.
“Would it be too much?” You asked, as he gently tucked a rogue drying curl behind your own ear.
“Oh definitely. But I love it.”
With that, he pushed forward. Noses brushed as you both relaxed into each other’s embrace, mouths eagerly seeking out each other, the sweet smells of lotion and ocean spray engulfing you both.
****
“Right, it’s my round! Get your orders in!”
The whole group hollered at Tom, who pressed a firm kiss onto your forehead as you tilted it upwards towards him, his two hands cradling either side of your head. Your eyes closed involuntary at the warmth before you turned to watch him leave the table and join the small crowd up at the bar. Dressed in a tropical patterned shirt, unbuttoned and billowing just slightly due to the aircon, you took a minute to admire him from afar. He worked hard to look the way he did, muscles contracting and relaxing again with each breath.
You pulled the thin material of your summery dress down further, eager to cover up some of the bare skin you had on show after seeing Tom’s. You paled in comparison to the web-slinging actor, and sometimes if you focussed on it too much you couldn’t understand why such a gorgeous man would be interested in you.
“Hello. Anyone in there?”
A hand waved in front of your eyeline. Shaking your head, you returned your attention back to the table where the boys were trying to mask their laughter.
“She can’t take her eyes off him for two minutes. Outrageous.”
“What? I’m on holiday, leave me alone!”
Tuwaine smirked slightly, as Harrison patted your arm reassuringly.
“Why did we agree to have a couple on this trip again?” Harry complained cheekily, grinning his cheesy grin at you. You reached an arm across the table and pushed a hand against his forehead, playfully shoving him back.
“Shut up, you love me.”
As Tom came back with the tray; a colourful array of cocktails, shots and ciders, the group continued to laugh and joke around, cheers-ing to your recent birthday and to the remainder of their holiday under the heat of the Mexican sun.
**** “Uh oh, incoming Tom.”
Everyone was rosy cheeked as they tumbled out of the restaurant, laughing and giggling as the sun cast its low golden glow over the glistening blue waters. Waves gently caressed the edge of the shore as you revelled in the drunken clinginess of your boyfriend, and the support and love of your friends.
You walked with Tom - the pair of you in your own little bubble, as he tucked you into his side, his arm slung casually across your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist. You could hear the thumps of his beating heart beneath the now buttoned up fabric of his shirt.
As the words spilled from Harry’s mouth, catching you all off guard mid conversation, Tom whipped his head round; immediately sobering up as his arm tightened around your shoulders. You peeked over his.
Behind a cluster of people, the striking black camera was obvious as the paparazzi pushed forwards, eager to catch a glimpse of the web-slinger himself.
You felt a brush of cold air sweep over your body, the hairs on your arms rising like tiny pinpricks as little goose bumps littered your skin. You straightened up, unwrapping yourself from Tom’s side.
“You okay?” He murmured into your ear, eyes hardening as he focussed on the path ahead of him whilst navigating the drunken, bustling crowds.
You nod.
“How did they even find us?”
You could sense Tom’s frustration and anger at the situation, resting a comforting hand on his arm. You knew what this meant, if the paparazzi had caught wind of where you all were, it wouldn’t be long before they figured out where it was you were staying and you couldn’t imagine that they’d leave Tom alone for the rest of his trip.
“I posted a photo the other night. Someone could’ve recognised the restaurant.”
It was during your worried ramble that the shouting started, camera-wielding men desperate to get a photo of Tom.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, okay? Let’s just head back.”
Your heart was racing as you were led through the dimly lit cobbled streets of the small village, losing Tom’s hand you were flanked by Tuwaine and Harrison – Harry hurrying up ahead with Tom. The camera shutters were getting louder and louder, the constant clicking ricocheting off the stone walls surrounding you as you attempted to block out the shouting and the grabbing hands of the people around you. The once happy, bustling streets now felt claustrophobic.
It was so easy to forget who Tom was in regards to his public image and celebrity status when you were together. Forcing you to recall that he wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was suddenly an A-list celebrity, ‘Spider-Man’ himself. Back home you could easily be together in public without too much attention ��� only having to accommodate for the occasional fan photo or dinner interruption. Premiere’s and special events weren’t so bad because the press was supposed to be there, and whilst extremely intimidating, you understood it was part of the job.
You noticed Tom and Harry slip down a small alleyway to the right, a blink and you’ll miss it move – as you and the boys continued up the cobbled paths to the main street. It was a distraction technique discussed every time the five of you went out together and had to deal with any irritating situation.
“They said they’re getting a car, and they’ll meet us back at the hotel.”
As Harrison organised your transport, you reached the main road – twinkling lights from the city and the roaring of cars sweeping past you. The paparazzi slowed behind you, their shouts less desperate now that it was obvious Tom was no longer with the group. Their frustration was obvious as they all grouped together, scanning through the photos that they had managed to sneakily take.
Then there was a stupid comment.
As the paps brushed past you all, one leaned in far closer than you had anticipated, stabbing a pointed finger straight into your chest and leaning in close.
“Think you’re so special. Girl like you. So many other beautiful girls out there.”
Whilst the language was slightly broken, you pieced enough together before Tuwaine stepped in front of you both.
“What the hell man! Fuck off, you’re just a bully, why don’t you just leave her alone, yeah? Pick on someone your own size!”
You grabbed at Tuwaine’s arm, shaking your head in silent surrender.
“Just leave it. It’s okay. It’s not worth it.”
“I just hate them so much. Never let anyone have a bit of privacy. Constantly looking to bring people down, and start fights - assholes!” He shouted down the road at the small cluster of men as they continued on their way, “Are you okay?”
You nodded, “I’m fine. They’re just mad they didn’t get their picture. Let’s just get out of here. Should probably make sure that they don’t follow us back to the hotel.”
Harrison came jogging over, hand beckoning to follow him to a sleek black car parked just around the corner.
“Car’s here,” He paused for a minute. Noticing your smaller stature and Tuwaine’s puffed out chest and frown, he tilted his head, “We all okay?”
“Yeah, we’re good. Let’s go.”
Smiling a small, grateful smile you gave Harrison’s arm a comforting squeeze before sliding onto the black leather seats.
***** “Can’t even give us a couple weeks off. I love this job. But I would pack it all in if it meant that paparazzi just fucking left us alone.”
“Tom. Think we should call it a night.”
Harrison nodded over at you. Whilst your body was curled into Tom’s frame, your eyes unfocussed, having found a spot on the wall to gaze into as the boys all had a drink in the private hotel lounge.
You didn’t want to admit that the photographer’s words had any impact. And you really didn’t want to bring down the light-hearted, fun energy that your vacation had been full of. You were usually so good at brushing off any unwarranted comments, which were usually inevitable seeing as your boyfriend had such a large fanbase. There was no way everyone was going to like you, and you could cope with that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing so for ages now. But whether it was the alcohol you’d already consumed, or something else – you just couldn’t stop thinking about what the man had spat at you.
Tom’s body shifts beneath you, holding out a hand for you to take as you both rise from the luxurious chaise. Shaking your head out of your daze, you smile softly as you grasp his hand and haul yourself up.
“We’ll see you guys tomorrow okay. Thanks for tonight boys, and sorry for ruining it.”
“Tom, you didn’t-” Tom waved them off with a shrug, before sliding his arms across your shoulder and entwining your fingers at the other side.
“Night guys.” It came out as more of a whisper, as you processed to walk with Tom up to your floor, your head nestling gently into his collarbone.
****
The hotel room was suffocating.
You lay on your side, facing the firmly locked balcony doors. The room was cold. The air conditioning incessant with its obnoxious whirring. There was a rustle. The thin cotton sheets slide across your body as Tom hops in next to you.
“I’m sorry.”
His soft words caused your entire tension-filled body to exhale.
“Tom.”
You turned to face him. His eyes were closed, tiny creases etched into the space between his eyebrows. Tom didn’t like being vulnerable, you knew he was staving off his true feelings – the striking anger that was coursing through his body. Gently smoothing the creases out with your fingers, he leaned ever so slightly into your touch.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.”
You pressed a soft kiss on his brow bone before settling in next to him, bodies warm to the touch.
“I love you. You know that, right? Whatever they’re all saying, it’s rubbish.”
The lump in your throat that you had been impressively swallowing down all evening came back to the surface, the pressure building.
“How did you know?”
He shrugged.
“I saw some of the comments.”
The pictures had been released pretty quickly. By the time you had all arrived back to the hotel they were already circulating across the internet, which people took as the perfect opportunity to hurl insults at your social media pages.
He shifts his head to the left to look at you, eyes softening.
“Hey. You can let it out. It’s just me. C’mon.”
You curl further into him, as his lips caress your forehead.
“People suck.” You mumble into his chest as he wraps himself around you, lightly trailing his fingers up and down your arm, the skin bursting with tiny goose bumps. You revelled in the soothing comfort.
“Sometimes I just forget. I forget that there are thousands – maybe even tens of thousands - of people out there who just don’t like me,” Tom squeezes you that little bit tighter, “And it’s okay. I don’t mind, really. I just wish they didn’t have to be so vocal about it – about how I look, how I act, how I dress. About whether I’m good enough.”
“You are good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re amazing.”
Your lips pull up into a small smile as you look into those concerned brown eyes.
“You’re biased.”
He let out a small huff, chest vibrating beneath you, “Am not.” He sighed, those fluffy brows saying a thousand words, “I’m supposed to make all that crap better, not make you feel worse because of some so-called fans on the internet, and those stupid idiot paps; I’m so sorry.”
“Maybe if you just…weren’t so damn attractive. That would help.”
You both laughed.
“Oh, really?”
You nodded, as he pulled you in, peppering more soft kisses along your temple until he made his way down to your mouth.
“You’re ridiculous. And beautiful.”
Another kiss.
“And smart.”
Another kiss.
“And kind.”
Another kiss. “And I am so in love with absolutely everything about you. You’re enough. You’re everything.”
You felt your eyes glossing over. Scrunching your nose to avoid an onslaught of overdue tears, you felt Tom move beneath the covers – his arms wrapping around your torso, his curly messy hair resting on your stomach.
“I love you too.”
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Bijutsu Techo: Boys Love – Interview: Yoneda Kou
This article was first published in November 17th, 2014. Translated from Japanesse to Bahasa Indonesia by kalengjelek and then translated from Bahasa Indonesia to English by KTFfansub. Source: here
When did you first encounter manga?
I was born in a family with three daughters; while my older sister likes reading Ribbon magazine, I like reading Nakayoshi. It was the era of Asagiri Yuu-sensei, when I was in elementary school. My favorite at that time were Kusunoki Kei sensei’s works and Patlabor. When it came to Shonen, I would say I was more into Shounen Sunday. I also loved Kawaraha Izumi sensei’s works. When I think about it, rather than manga that were full of passion, I’d actually prefer manga that had calm and soothing kind of vibe.
Is that so… What about BL?
When I was in Junior High, my older sister showed me Captain Tsubasa Doujinshi by Ozaki Minami and I was dumbfounded, I thought, “So, there’s also a world like this!”. After that, I started to buy BL manga. At that time, the mangaka who left the most impression to me was Nishi Keikosensei. Her works such as Mizu Ga Koori Ni Naru Toki, Tenshi Ni Naranakya have unique openings, it made me reread them many times. Uida Shiuko (now Kano Shiuko) and Yoshinaga Fumi Sensei are also my favorite mangaka.
When was the first time you draw manga?
I seriously began drawing manga in my first year of junior high. At first, I drew a pair of man and woman, but after page three, I felt something was off. So, I tried drawing BL for the next one. Just like the present, I’ve always loved less expressive and less-talkactive main characters (laughs). But the more I draw, then an attentive senpai with good personality and short haired ones like Togawa in Doushitemo Furetakunai also appeared. At that moment I thought, “Oh, this is it!”
You really weren’t embarrassed, are you? (laughs)
Well, it’s because it was embarrassing, that’s why I’m not really open about my drawing manga activity.
(laughs) But you debut as professional mangaka eventually, how did that happen?
Yes, after that… I worked as office lady. I got married not long after, but then, I was getting through a marriage blues. At that time, I was invested in Kakashi and Naruto shown by my older sister along with Comiket catalogue.
The power of moe beats out your anxiety (laughs)
It’s true (laughs). Escaping from reality, I checked a lot of circles and opened some sites. There I found a work from a novelist (now has debuted professionally) that I really liked. This is why I started writing novel at first, not drawing. I have a lot of ways to accommodate my moe needs. I also once drew Doujinshi but due to my inability to use a proper diction, the result wasn’t optimal (laughs). After drawing slowly and more at ease, I got into Katekyo Hitman Reborn fandom and drew a lot of doujinshi for that series. A year later, I was contacted by Taiyou Tosho publisher.
“With that publisher, Yoneda Kou published Doushitemo Furetakunai which has been adapted into a movie. Since the beginning, Yoneda Kou didn’t draw one-shot but serialization. For the movie, even though it only tells a story of daily lives, but the directing, composition and dialogue are impressive. About 4,5 years later, the second volume of Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai that had the yakuza neighborhood setting was released. This has completely different feeling compared to Doushitemo Furetakunai.”
My first work was actually published in Drap, so I had it adjusted to be a less-heavy work. That’s why I ended up switching to another magazine.
Was it a demand from the editor?
Of course I only draw what I want to draw. But without realizing, I always draw them to fit the magazine. And it seems like Taiyou Tosho prefers me to draw more simple work.
So, sensei is the type who pays attention to editor’s suggestion. When you wrote the first chapter of Saezuru Tori Wa Habatakanai, did you already want Yashiro to be the main character (for longterm series)?
Right. I didn’t explain it in the first one-shot, but I always believe that no matter how you look at it, Yashiro really loved Kageyama. And (even though he’s drawn like that) he is actually a neko (uke). I think he is an interesting character. When I drew highschooler Yashiro and others, it had been decided that I wanted to write a serialization for this.
And only then the character Doumeki was born?
At that time, the character Doumeki didn’t exist, but I thought very hard about what kind of partner that would be suitable for Yashiro. I took a break from drawing for about two years. I only worked on illustration during that time, until one morning an idea suddenly came to me, “That’s right! Erectile dysfunction!”. I immediately sent an email to my editor: “A perverted impotent man!” (laughs). Afterwards, I finally worked on the first draft.
(laughs hard) Finally, the combination of Yashiro and Doumeki who are the opposite of each other was decided. What an amazing couple that can even make the readers losing sleep.
I do have this particular interest in people’s decision and behaviour resulted from a contrasting relationship that is full of conflicts. Because there are so many characters in Saezuru, I have this excel file compiling the plot for each character chronologically. Otherwise, I would’ve forgotten about it. If I didn’t seriously research (the setting of my own story), I wouldn’t be able to write anything when I made name. But even though I got through it, drawing a family with no blood ties like yakuza was still difficult. If I don’t focus, the story might turn out like Nagara Sakugyou*. That’s why now I’m just focusing on doing Saezuru.
*) nagara sakugyou: other work that being serialized at the same time
Up until now, Sensei has published 5 volumes and all of them have beautiful covers with varied tones.
Actually, the cover color for Doushitemo Furetakunai should’ve looked like red wine, but it seemed like there was an error in printing so the pink was contrasting into it. But it turned out to be good.
Then about the cover for the Saezuru first volume. It’s so impressive! The stepped-on man! All the people around me also had high appraise for this.
Actually, there were so many things happened in the process. By taking the request (it isn’t clearly explained whether it’s from editor/designer) of “Yashiro sitting alone”, I first submitted that illustration to the book designer. However, I couldn’t throw away the idea of Yashiro being stepped on, so, during the next three days I was stressed out. I’ve finally asked them to keep my idea and that’s how the cover of the first volume ended up the way it is now.
I see! For the second volume, it’s totally different, isn’t it? It’s a scenery, but when you do a double take, there are Yashiro and Doumeki!
I always want to give a different vibe in each volume. Actually I’m also a fan of the way Tsumugi Taku-sensei draws scenery.
Hoo-, sensei is a fan of Tsumugi sensei! Talking abough NIGHTS, when you open the cover, there’s a surprise in it!
Yes, if you look at the rough sketches there were 4 pages of picture that were interconnected. In the end, the desainer took picture number two as the cover and number four to put it on the bottom of the back cover. For Soredemo, I didn’t get any guide from the book designer. I combined the the feel of the story with a touch of water paint. At first, I actually wanted to make Deguchi pulling Onoda’s hand to get out of the train, but it ended up looking like Deguchi forced Onoda to stay (with him). So I decided it’s Onoda who’s getting off the train by himself with Deguchi waiting on the platform.
Do you do the coloring with computer? How about the non-colored script?
I use SAI for coloring but for monochrome I usually draw by my hand until the inking, then I do the tone using photoshop.
Do you self-learned drawing?
Well, I at least bought a lot of ‘pose reference’ books often. When it comes to buy things, it feels great, doesn’t it? But when it comes to manga, we draw to tell our moe concept.. well, I love drawing moe concept, but the thing is- I’m not really good at drawing. I like thinking about moe stuff, I also like to combine colors (inside my head) but when I do, I have no desire to draw I, even though that’s the important part. There are often times when I feel like drawing is a handful. In short, I want to draw something that isn’t too troublesome.
But, isnt it because you’re doing manga seriously that it feels difficult?
Because I’m too serious I feel like the story can be boring. Not only the work but also the author (laughs). I often read comments saying my manga is ‘down to earth’. I guess it’s shown obviously in every each of my works
Sure, there are people who think like, “In real world, there’s no way a wakagashira can be as masochist as Yashiro”, but apart from that, Saezuru still gives an impression of it being realistic. In drawing the important men’s arms and muscles in your work, sensei has done your best. Getting into the story, the characters also put extra effort to look elegant. Despite the young age, in a positive sense, sensei’s works feels like having Showa* vibe.
(*SHOWA ERA: 1926~1989)
I’m no longer young, though (laughs). Maybe this is why my works often get called “JUNE”. Especially Saezuru, I think it really fits (JUNE concept).
Are you an organized person?
I’m actually a person who have no chill (laughs). But I have this side of myself who tend to see things as a whole, look at my surrounding then step on the brake. There is also a side of me that is so energetic in creating my own moe that I turn into a selfish person. I guess that’s also my flaw.
It seems like sensei is the type who has her own editorial meeting inside her head (laughs)
I wish it’s not true, but unfortunately, I’m the type of person who is embarrased to admit that I have a relationship with manga. Even until now I have yet told my close friends about this job (as BL mangaka). I’m not that kind of person who like to share or tell others about my moe situation inside my head. When my moe concept is being visualized in public I would scream, “Don’t look! But if you want to read it, I’d be happy”. Yes, I’m that kind of person.
I wonder if sensei’s works are the manifestation of sensei’s own self-contradictions..
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‘Oldies are doing well’ Phyllis Logan hails older generations as Downton helps BritsDOWNTON Abbey star Phyllis Logan says it was “fabulous” to be reunited with the cast and production crew to shoot a second film due out early next year. The sequel follows on from the events of the first film released two years ago, which was set in 1927 with Robert and Cora Crawley, the Earl and Countess of Grantham, receiving a visit from King George V and Queen Mary during a royal tour of Yorkshire. Filming of the second film, which sees Dominic West, Hugh Dancy and Laura Haddock join original stars including Dame Maggie Smith, Hugh Bonneville, Michelle Dockery and Elizabeth McGovern, started at Highclere Castle in Hampshire in April and finished in June. Phyllis, 65, who has portrayed Downton housekeeper Mrs Hughes in all six series of the original ITV drama and reprised the role for both films, said: “It was fabulous to be reunited with the cast again, we had such a lovely time, but it was over far too quickly. “During the six seasons that we did (for TV) we usually started filming in the February and finished in the autumn, so we had a good six months of each other, and now it is curtailed into a matter of weeks, so it was done a bit too quickly but we had a great time. “There is lots of nice, really fun stuff in it, I must say and some lovely star turns.” Phyllis, who is also the narrator of fly-on-the-wall TV show The Highland Vets, which starts its fourth series on Channel 5 tomorrow (MON) night, believes period dramas like Bridgerton and Downton have provided much-needed escapism during the past 18 months of the Covid-19 pandemic. She says: “With the likes of Downton Abbey it looks so magnificent, the costumes are magnificent and the mores of the time are different where you don’t air-kiss and have to be suited and booted, and straight-laced, well certainly outwardly.. who knows what they got up to behind closed doors. “But we try to show some of this too and the public just can’t get enough of this type of costume drama. “Everyone has been bingeing or re-bingeing on their favourite shows just to give them a sense of normality. “If you can watch Bridgerton, if you can watch Downton Abbey, or your favourite comedy show, you think the world is ok now, or get a sense that life is continuing in a fashion.” Downton has also led the way in using older actors in prominent roles at a time when TV and film has been criticised for being ageist. Phyllis says: “It’s been fabulous and long may this continue. With Dame Maggie (Smith), Dame Penelope (Wilton), myself and Jim Carter, the oldies are doing well.” Her husband Kevin McNally, who is also 65, is best known for portraying Joshamee Gibbs in all five Pirates of the Caribbean films but joined the cast of Downton for its second series on ITV as Horace Bryant. Phyllis says: “It was nice to have my husband in Downton as well but it was very peculiar the way it happened. “He was on set at one point and said I have just been offered this job and I said ‘oh, what is it?’ And he said Downton Abbey, and I said ‘very funny, what’s the job?’ And he said Downton Abbey and I said ‘oh come on, I haven’t got time, I’ve got to go back on set’. And he was being serious. “They did not even tell me they were going to offer it to him and I thought they should have run it past me first, surely.” She adds: “And it ended up with most of the scenes we were involved in being together, which was unusual. “In normal circumstances as he was playing a posh person and I was playing the housekeeper as usual, I thought our paths would never cross but the way the storyline worked we were always together. “So sometimes we got picked up in a car together to bring us to the castle and it felt like ‘bring your husband to work day’, so I thought ‘what is going on?’” Phyllis, who also starred as Lady Jane Felsham in Lovejoy with Ian McShane for eight years, met Kevin, who portrayed Bernard Ingham in The Crown last year, when they co-starred in mini-series Love and Reason in 1994. Since then they had only appeared together in short films and an episode of comedy show Rab C Nesbitt until their joint stint in Downton, but Phyllis says she would be happy to work together again in the future. And Kevin’s help was vital when it came to recording the narration for The Highland Vets, which follows the vets, nurses and receptionists at DS McGregor & Partners veterinary practice in Thurso, Caithness, as they treat animals in the remote northern tip of the UK mainland. After recording the first couple of episodes of series one in a studio in London’s Soho, Phyllis has been forced to do her narrations since the first lockdown in March last year from the study of her home in west London. She says: “Kevin was my sound engineer for the Highland Vets. They sent all this equipment and I was so useless at using it that Kevin was thankfully around and on hand to be my sound engineer.” The fourth series of the Highland Vets, which contains seven hour-long episodes, starts with the vets treating a young Common seal spotted struggling on a beach by a walker. She adds: “I haven’t done many narrations. I enjoy this one because it is such a lovely programme, there is always something different cropping up, so it is a pleasure to do it.” As a result of the repeated lockdowns for the pandemic she has yet to travel up to Caithness to meet the staff at the vets. But Prince Charles did pay them a visit during a two-day tour of Scotland, where he is known as the Duke of Rothesay, at the end of last month (JULY). Unfortunately the TV cameras were not there at the time but wearing a kilt, he was welcomed by senior vet and director Guy Gordon, who introduced him to his team, including Katie Reiss, 22, who had only started work a few days earlier. Ms Reiss said: “It’s an unorthodox start to work! We spoke about my training at Edinburgh University and chatted about how the vets have been really helpful integrating me into work. “He (Charles) said to stick at it and not lose hope because I have wanted to be a vet since I was a wee kid.” Guy says: “We felt honoured that Prince Charles was keen to visit our veterinary practice to meet the staff and learn about what we do. “He stayed with us for about 45 minutes chatting about aspects of our work with genuine interest and insight. “The light drizzle didn’t dampen this special occasion nor cause him to hurry, he took time to engage with everyone. “So they have the royal seal of approval.” She adds she loves getting to see The Highland Vets before anyone else to do its narration. “There are a few sad bits that do not go to plan but it is so heartfelt.. and the fact that they are in that location which is absolutely spectacular, that they all love it, they love their lives, their jobs, their workmates, their animals. “It’s just beautiful and lovely and life-affirming stuff, even when things go wrong.” Phyllis also stars in a film, The Last Bus, with Timothy Spall which they shot two years ago but has just been released. It tells the story of an old man whose wife has just died using his free bus pass to travel to the other end of the UK, where they originally lived, with her ashes in a small suitcase. She will also be seen in the second series of BBC drama Guilt, which is due to air later this year. *The new series of The Highland Vet starts tomorrow at 9pm on 5Select. Source: Sunday Express
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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Strictly Odd Dancing" Episode Followup, Part 1
Never in a million years would I have guessed this title was a reference to a show. Specifically, the everlasting, why-the-fuck-has-this-gone-on-for-over-two-decades Dancing with the Stars, or its UK equivalent Strictly Come Dancing.
However, if others' opinions about this episode are any indication...that might be the only good thing about it. I'm terrified.
Let's go below the break and pray and pray hard like the priest is watching.
(Just as a beginning note, though: I do love Captain O's singsong when she reads the title. Nice touch for a musical episode.)
Yep...that's what I dreaded. It was either gonna be an Omar joint or a Rob joint, and I was half-right.
Now I know exactly why people think this episode is bad, and I haven't even gotten five seconds into it yet.
This "thinking out loud" thing really wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for there being too much of an echo. How high are this thing's ceilings?
You laugh, but in America, if this guy were an A-list celebrity, he could, and would, get his own talk show.
Ohhhh bless this man and his delusions of grandeur.
As well as his sheer inability to lift this very tiny sofa.
Then again, he's pushing down on it, so...opposite force.
"I can't believe we're still stuck on this case."
"Orli, we're halfway through the season."
"...Pardon my language, but FUCK."
*long slow wheeze*
Oh God...this is what they choose to use as a framing device? This literal humor??? GTFOH. You could have done better, Omar.
"we've tried everything to get it off"
uses a fucking spatula
Now if this were a cartoon, they could use a jackha- *bonk*
...Oh. That's an agent with hair that looks like Omar's when Omar Khan is writing this episode.
I feel like that really can't be a coincidence. Lest we forget there was a writer with the first name of "Olaf" that wrote an episode. (Or at least I think it was Olaf. Could have been someone else, but I distinctly remember noting the similarity.)
Good thing he's got quick feet, or else Orli would be scraping the skin off his face.
"We used to be a little 'meh' about music."
I see a comment about a Season 2, Season 3, and/or Season 4 soundtrack from the crew somehow got into the script.
flashback time!
no wavy effect
Omar, what the FUCK. YOU HAD ONE JOB DUDE.
...Oh. I was actually expecting it to be a guy. It being a woman surprised me!
SKIPPING OVER THE WHOLE DAMN FREUDIAN EXCUSE MOTIVE RANT LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Once I was potty-trained..."
Close enough. Welcome back, 2014 toilet humor.
You know what would really spice up this woman?
A kill count.
A person killed by singing and dancing themselves to death would give her a very nice wake-up call.
"Our gadgets can't reverse the Music Maestro's power."
Out of TEN THOUSAND GADGETS, not ONE has been made to deal with villains who have forced-dance powers?
So they just have to...find her and bring her back?
Sounds stupid. Sounds forced.
See, this is what the wavy flashback effect is good for. Helps to differentiate between past and present.
Just slapping the usual logo transition on there does SHIT.
"What made it worse was that we had never solved a case at that point."
Meta self-awareness in the form of "of course not, we've never seen you before", thy name is Omar Khan.
YEEEEEEEEEEEAH GET SUITE PRECURE ON THAT BITCH.
4 minutes in and we get the first song.
And I mean...mm...it's all right, I guess. But mostly I'm just thinking that there are better ways to do an 11-minute musical episode for this franchise.
"Is this a clue?"
"It's a napkin!"
"Why is this job so hard?"
Ladies and gents, I think we have a winner for "does Omar have any siblings?" And I am talking about the agent, mind, not the writer.
"The Music Maestro is so confident we won't catch her, she's giving us a clue!"
WHAT IS THIS LINE AND WHY THE F U C K DOES IT MAKE NO FUCKING SENSE. IF YOU GIVE THEM A CLUE OF C O U R S E THEY'RE GONNA CATCH YOU BITCH. DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHOW YOU ARE IN??????????????
The shitty flashback effects are not helping. For fuck's sake, USE A WAVE. WHY IS THIS SO HARD???????
They're bringing Ozzie into the story???
Man...man, c'mon. Can't you just make it about Ostin and his partner? Must you include Ozzie, protagonist status be damned?
Funny how last episode we had an idiot woman and a smart guy, and now we're going back to basics with an idiot boy and a smart girl.
...Huh. Y'all were right. The song is trash, and I hate it, and I'm really hating this episode just as much as I was unsure of it when I read the synopsis.
"Prepare for defeat, Odd Squad!"
"Yeah, okay, sure. How'd you get this number?"
"J- i- never mind. Just...never mind! Ugh!"
"Are you calling just to taunt us?"
"Yes. I believe I am!"
...Okay, that got a small chuckle. But it was a mournful chuckle that says this exchange belongs in a much better episode.
Once again, meta self-awareness, thy name is Omar Khan.
(On to Part 2!)
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The Truth Hurts, But Does it Really?
Two-shot with Kamo Noritoshi (SFW).
Noritoshi x F!Reader
This is part 1.
Part 2 is here.
Extra: Kamo's POV is here
Notes: Unexpected confessions. The reader has a flying type of cursed technique, with the ability to control wind and air currents. Unlike Nishimiya, you do not need any tools, as you can bend the winds into your favor and refract light.
"Hi, Mechamaru senpai, Noritoshi senpai, have either of you seen my cellphone by any chance? I think I might have misplaced it." You asked your seniors politely.
"No, we haven't. Where did you last see it? We could help you look for it." Kamo replied. Mechamaru gave him the side-eye, knowing that if it were anyone else Kamo wouldn't have so easily offered his time to help.
All the students at Kyoto Jujutsu High knew that both of you were in love with each other, but were way too dull to notice it. It is true that love blinds the person. You thought you kept it a secret, but Mai and Momo have been trying to get you to say it to them for weeks.
"Ah I still can't remember. I've been trying my room all day, and now I'm going around the classrooms and training areas we usually use. Arata-kun hasn't seen it around either." You replied with worry. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I appreciate your offer to help". You bowed to both of them.
"It's no worry at all y/n. I'll let you know as soon as I find it." Kamo replied, a small smile on his face to help ease your nerves. Mechamaru nodded "I have a bit of free time right now, don't worry about it." You thanked them again profusely before running off.
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After you left, the two men walked down the corridors leading to the classrooms.
"..... So. Are you planning to confess to her?" Mechamaru asked Kamo. He too was getting tired of seeing you two prance around each other like idiots. He thought it was even more idiotic on your part, since Kamo straight up told you to call him by his first name and gives you special treatment, but you still haven't noticed.
"I'm still thinking about it." Kamo replied. "Her phone is a high priority as of now. Her BTS photos and videos are all in there."
"You're definitely head over heels for her." Mechamaru deadpanned. Kamo even knew and supported your fangirl tendencies. These idiots better hurry it up, he thought to himself.
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You entered the shared common area for eating (location reference: Jujusanpo #17). Seeing Mai and Momo there fiddling with a gray stone in a box, you approached them, not knowing the events that were about to transpire.
"Mai senpai, Momo senpai! Hello, I'm sorry bother both of you at the moment. But have you seen my phone?" You asked them. "Haah? You're pretty forgetful aren't you. No I haven't seen it, but I'll let you know if I do." Mai replied. "Me too! Do you want help in looking for it?" Momo answered.
"Yes that would be great if you can!" You brightened. Mai motioned for you to come closer. "We'll help you out if you do us a favour first. We can look for your phone after this." She shot Momo a smirk. Momo quickly caught on. "Yes, we have a special item here today! It belongs to the Zenin Family. Mai is currently holding onto it and will bring it to her home this coming weekend."
Your curiosity was piqued. "What is that?" "It's a truth stone. They say that anyone who holds onto it is forced to speak the truth to any question asked." Mai replied. "Ahhh, perfect for interrogating prisoners of war you mean." You replied. They both looked at you weirdly.
"Hold the stone and answer our question." Momo said. "HAAAHH?! Wha-what are you gonna ask me about?? You know practically everything about me. I can tell you anything about Min Yoongi." You gave a weak laugh. (Internally you were screaming, because you've been fantasizing about Noritoshi senpai a lot. And not all of it was entirely decent. Whoops.)
"Nothing serious. We won't tell anyone else; your secret is safe with us." Momo confidently stated. Mai nodded, smirk still plastered on her face. You just sighed to yourself, wanting to rip off the band-aid quickly you consented. "Let's hurry before anyone comes." Momo jumped up and looked out the door, "The coast is clear girls! We are all good!". She walked back inside and sat down.
Holding onto the truth stone, you gulped and prepared your heart and mind. "Whose arms do you wanna be in?" Mai asked.
Without hesitation and thinking you straight up say "In Noritoshi Senpai's arms. Definitely." Then you freeze and start feeling your face heat up. "Ehhhh?!?!?!" Mai and Momo's eyes were glinting. "Do you like Kamo-kun??" Momo asked excitedly. You were still frozen from the first question making your mind blank, that you didn't think to put the stone down. "Yes I love him." You replied. Then realized what happened.
"You. Did. Not." You gasped. Mai and Momo were absolutely losing it. Holy shit. "It's pretty obvious. Momo and I already knew from the way you acted around him Y/N-chan". Mai laughed out loud. "You finally said it!! Just tell us earlier." Momo giggled.
"Seriously?! Ugh I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it even." You quickly set the stone back in the box. You were a done and gone person. Wait. Nobody did hear it right??? Right?? You quickly turned around and lo and behold. Like the world was telling you that it just wasn't your day.
Mechamaru senpai and Noritoshi senpai were standing just by the doorway of the common room, behind the three of you. Mai and Momo quieted down, suddenly realizing the situation. They weren't heartless, concern quickly replacing their excitement.
Momo swore quietly. "Terrible timing" Mai uttered under her breath. You heard both of them, but couldn't react. You were frozen. Staring into Noritoshi senpai's eyes. You have never seen them this wide open before. You found it cute, but then you mentally slapped yourself. Your brain was in a state of emergency. This is no time to drool over him.
"Well... we found your phone." Mechamaru muttered. Noritoshi stood still in his shock, staring at you, your phone still in his hand, with his face red, but expression slightly twitching, trying to remain nonchalant.
You quickly whipped your head away. This is it folks. You're packing your bags and moving to Norway. Maybe Greenland or a Scandinavian country would be good. Changing names, changing a family perhaps? Are adoptions open? Does the UK accept sudden transfer students? "You're not going anywhere y/n." Mai laughed out loud. That was then you realized you were muttering your thoughts out loud. You thought your face couldn't get any redder, it was positively burning right now.
"Hey-" Noritoshi started, but you didn't wanna face him right now with all your emotions all jumbled and messed up. You ran away as fast as you can, jumping out the window and soaring up to the sky. 'Anywhere is fine. Maybe the clearing for now'.
You muttered an incantation while forming your hand signs, putting an invisible cloak over you as you flew. As high and as fast as you could to your favorite spot.
All that was running in your mind was how utterly done you were at this very moment. 'So much for a proper confession.' You mourned to yourself.
(don't be shy to leave comments uwu! -Mon)
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