#IK IN THAT MOMENT SHE WAS LIKE I HATE THAT I'M FORCED TO WORK THIS JOB I NEED THAT MILLION DOLLAR CASH PRIZE NOW

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Dissonance (Part 2) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Genre/Tags: coworker!JK, enemies to lovers, smutttttt, slow burn (ish?), ANGST

Word Count: 6799 words

Synopsis:

After being left alone and humiliated on the floor of a dirty bar bathroom by Jungkook, you had to pick yourself up off the ground (literally). You had to get even, embarrass him like he'd done to you. Maybe you were mean to him before, but you were about to become a nightmare to humble this man. Unfortunately for you, your anger was short sighted, while Jungkook's wasn't. So you never predicted how your plans might backfire on you...

Note:

it's finally fucking here omg. ik it's super late but i'm finally decently satisfied with this. i'm looking forward to writing part 3 bc that's where the tension finally breaks and y'all aren't even ready for the revenge y/n gets lol. i hope y'all enjoy this and it lives up to part 1! i'd love to know your thoughts, if you're still pissed with jk lol, and any suggestions or requests are always welcome! chatting with you guys is my fav part <3

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Dread consumed your senses from the moment you woke up. The weekend had passed, but your chest still burned with rage at the thought of having to see Jungkook again. You hadn't even noticed the time go by over the last two days, too busy seething in your own anger. If you hated Jungkook before, you loathed him now. You forced composure as you got dressed for work. Jungkook already had the upper hand when he'd left you in the bar bathroom. He knew that you'd seen him with the girl afterwards too. You couldn't even think about whether he'd went home with her that night without being sick. After all that, the last thing you wanted was for him to think he had any kind of effect on you. You were going to go back to work with pride and confidence. At least you wanted to.

When you finally got to work, you made a beeline for your desk, pointedly not looking for Jungkook. As you settled in, one of your coworkers stopped by your desk.

"Oh hey Y/n, you feeling any better?" he asked. Your head whipped up, a gentle voice ripping you away from your resentful thoughts. You looked up at him in confusion, eyes settling on his red hair. "From Friday? You left early because you weren't feeling well?"

"Oh, right," you cleared your throat. Just then, you saw Jungkook's unmistakable figure from the corner of your eye. He was talking to someone but you could feel his eyes boring into you. Your blood began to boil but you forced yourself to stay calm. You refused to indulge him at all. "I'm feeling much better actually, thanks Jimin," you replied, shooting your coworker a sweet smile. Jimin was your acquaintance in the office; someone you could actually stand in that place. He was always kind and helpful which automatically made him better than 70% of the people there. Even though you hung out in the same circles, you never really became close friends. Probably because you were always more focused on how annoying Jungkook was whenever you were out. And you were doing it again. You made conversation to force any thoughts of him out of your mind.

"How does your hair seem more red every time I see you?" you asked with a light-hearted laugh.

"I can't be caught slacking. I put in a lot of work to keep this hair ya know," he smiled back at you.

"I still don't know how you got permission from the boss for that," you gestured to his hair. "I asked before and she shut me down so fast." Jimin laughed at the annoyed expression on your face, finding it endearing.

"I guess I'm just that charming," he shrugged, holding back a chuckle. You couldn't help but snicker. Jimin's jokes weren't that different from Jungkook's, but he wasn't obnoxious about it. Jungkook obviously believed his jokes and thought he was god's gift to the world, which made him insufferable. Jimin, on the other hand, didn't take his jokes too seriously and wasn't constantly flirting with anything that moved.

Jungkook, who was barely listening to the person talking to him, had heard your exchange with Jimin. He felt annoyance build in his chest. He knew that if he'd made the same joke, you would've been rolling your eyes and making fun of him. So why were you giggling when Jimin said it? He tried to distract himself by trying to focus on the conversation he was supposed to be having.

A quick chat with Jimin later, you turned back to your desk. You made the mistake of looking up and caught Jungkook's gaze. He looked at you, an indifferent look on his face. He wasn't sure what he was expecting; maybe you'd look away in embarrassment, maybe you'd glare at him angrily. But what he didn't expect was the cold, empty look you gave him - like you were looking right through him, like he wasn't even there. His brows furrowed for a quick second, even more annoyed now. You went right back to work.

That's how the next few days went by. Every time Jungkook was remotely in your vicinity, you'd look through him without ever acknowledging him. If he even tried to walk your way, you left the room immediately. At first, Jungkook thought you were just being childish. But when you regained your confidence after a few days, he knew that you weren't through with him just yet. If he thought your insults were bad before, the newfound loathing you had for him made things ten times worse. It started with you amplifying the spite in your voice when you insulted him for his work. You refused to speak with him directly either, so all the insults were being thrown indirectly and in front of your other coworkers. With every second this continued, Jungkook felt his patience running thin. But if you were stubborn, so was he. He kept up your little game by firing back with his usual sarcastic or flirty remarks. Internally, he was burning with fury, just like you wanted him to.

All the animosity and anger eventually came to its boiling point when you crossed the line for the last time. You had walked to your desk that morning to find that your boss had paired you and Jungkook on the next project. Your skin crawled at the idea of having to work with him over the next few weeks. Part of you wondered if Jungkook had something to do with this. Thinking about him getting your boss on board with making you his partner for this big project was only adding to the fire that was spreading through your body. You already hated the way your boss melted around him, but to think that he could manipulate her to this level? After spiraling for a few minutes, you forced yourself to take deep breaths. You had to remind yourself that you were jumping to conclusions and then convince yourself not to march over to Jungkook's desk and give him a piece of your mind. You tried to get back to work, but all you could think about were what reasonable excuses you could make to get out of this situation. The rest of your morning was spent racking your mind. With no luck, you decided to join your coworkers for lunch; hoping that it would give you a distraction.

Unluckily for you, Jungkook walked into the staff lunchroom soon after, only to find you and some of your other coworkers chatting around the coffee machine. Well, they were chatting and you were busy glaring him down from the second he stepped into the room. Your dark eyes peered at him over the rim of your mug as you sipped your coffee. You knew that there was no way in hell he was going to approach you to talk about this. The solution to your problem practically fell into your lap when you zoned back in to the conversation around you. If he really did get the boss to put you on the project with him, you'd make him regret that decision.

"I can't believe you got that huge project Y/n! You're so lucky," one of them said, playfully pouting.

"Talk about lucky," someone else chimed in, "You even get to work with Jungkook. But I guess that isn't so lucky for you." They laughed lightly, poking fun at you. Clearly they hadn't noticed that Jungkook was in the room, listening.

"Everyone here knows how much you hate him, even the boss. Really, what was she thinking pairing you guys up?" They continued to laugh at your misery. But you weren't annoyed. Instead, your mind lit up with the perfect way to get under Jungkook's skin in that moment. The second he saw the way your eyes lit up, he knew he was in for it. Jungkook prided himself on the fact that everyone liked him and thought highly of him. So what better way to get your revenge and get him to kick you off the project than to take that away from him?

"Yeah," you said skeptically, "She's never paired us up before." You continued to stare directly at Jungkook. Your coworkers looked at you with confusion and amusement.

"What changed this time?" Jimin's voice rang through the room as he walked in to join you. He'd already spotted Jungkook in the other corner of the room, and he saw the dark glint in your eyes. It was clear to him that you were up to something. So he helped you out by stirring the pot a little. Jungkook squinted his eyes at you, annoyed at seeing Jimin again and wondering where you were going with this.

"I think Jungkook really wanted this project," you answered. "And it's easy to get whatever you want when you're fucking the boss," you said, not breaking eye contact for a second. Gasps erupted across the circle as they all looked at you in disbelief. Jimin's brows raised and he scoffed, slightly taken aback that you were making that accusation. But you were more focused on Jungkook's reaction. The look on his face was beyond furious. His eyes darkened and you saw the tick in his jaw as he clenched it.

"Wait, you really think so?" one of them asked, everyone already engrossed in the gossip.

"He is a manwhore," you shrugged. Jimin stifled his laugh, not wanting to be too mean to Jungkook. You finally looked away from Jungkook and back at the group. "And he always gets the good projects. Boss doesn't favour anyone else like that." Your coworkers immediately started gossiping amongst themselves, making random connections because what you said made sense. Some of them already started getting riled up, thinking that their opportunities had been snatched by Jungkook through the boss. You obviously didn't know for sure whether Jungkook was sleeping with your boss or not. But you didn't have to. You just had to plant the idea and you knew your coworkers would jump to conclusions.

"You must be really pissed at him," Jimin whispered, leaning back against the counter. You felt Jungkook's eyes glaring daggers at you but you paid him no attention.

"I promise he had it coming," you whispered back, a devious smirk settling on your lips.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," he chuckled. You just shot him a smirk. When you glanced back at Jungkook, you barely caught him walking out the door. You didn't know what you were expecting. Maybe you wanted him to lose his shit in front of everyone, or yank you out of the room with him. So the disappointment you felt only annoyed you more. By the time you finished your lunch and made your way back to your desk, you already began hearing whispers about Jungkook and your boss. For a moment, you wondered if this was crossing the line. Definitely. But so was getting you to blow him and ditching you in that bathroom. Now you're even. You couldn't help but smile, knowing that he must be seething about the rumours.

A couple hours later, you were being called to your boss' office to discuss the new project she'd assigned you and Jungkook. You reluctantly grabbed your things and made your way there. You couldn't keep in your scoff when you saw Jungkook already there, making your boss giggle about god knows what. Your boss cleared her throat as she noticed you in the doorway, peeling herself off her desk from how far she was leaning forward towards Jungkook. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Way to be subtle.

"Y/n," she announced, "Come, sit down." You forced a smile as you sat down in the chair next to Jungkook. He didn't say anything to you, didn't even bother looking at you. Just being in his proximity was pissing you off, especially since he had nothing to say to you. Obviously he couldn't say anything in front of the boss, but you wanted to see that you'd made him just as angry as he'd made you. Maybe all this rage was clouding your mind and judgement...but who cares?

You pulled out your pen and began taking notes as she started talking about the project. Despite hating working with Jungkook, you weren't going to let that ruin your work on this project. You rolled your eyes when you saw that he wasn't taking notes at all. Of course. As your boss began wrapping up the conversation, you gathered your things again, getting up to leave.

"Listen you two," she started, her tone changing. You raised your brows and sat down, curious what she had to say. "I know you don't like working together, but this is an important project. So please, put your feelings aside and work on this together." You scoffed, forgetting to keep your composure. That's when Jungkook finally looked at you. His eyes were fiery but he looked vaguely amused that you had the courage to scoff at the boss. Your boss was also looking at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation. That was all you needed to decide that maybe you weren't even with him just yet.

"Sorry, but it's not about feelings. Our work ethics don't match. I'd rather work on this alone," you said, straightening your back as you felt like you were in the spotlight. Your boss didn't look too happy.

"This isn't a one person project Y/n," she pointed out.

"I know, but it would honestly be easier to do the work myself instead of having to chase him around, begging him to get anything done." The amusement quickly disappeared from Jungkook's face.

"Excuse me?" he finally spoke. You ignored him.

"Maybe we can switch him out for someone who's actually focused on their work instead of flirting," you boldly stated. Your boss scoffed in disbelief.

"What is your problem? Do you think I want to work with you?" Jungkook spat, just about done with your shit. He shifted in his chair to face you, one hand gripping the armrest hard enough to see the whites of his knuckles. Oh now he had something to say.

"You're lucky to be working on this with me. Or else this project would've gone to shit," you retorted with an equal amount of spite.

"There's a reason I'm on this project Y/n. Because I'm good at my job. So if you're letting your personal feelings affect your professionalism, you need to get a grip." His words stung but you refused to accept that there was some truth to them. He was giving you a taste of your own medicine; humiliating you in front of your boss like you were doing to him. All your self control and common sense went out the window when you felt that embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's why you're on this project," you said sarcastically, referring to the rumour you'd started a few short hours ago. You could practically see his nostrils flare as he willed himself to keep his mouth shut.

"You're out of line Y/n," your boss jumped in. She hadn't heard the rumours yet, but she could clearly see that Jungkook didn't like the implications of what you had said. "I don't care whether you two like each other or not. You will put aside...whatever this is...and work together on this, and that's final," she said firmly. Irritation coursed through you, seeing her take Jungkook's side yet again.

"Yes ma'am," you barely grit through your teeth. You'd be darned if you got fired over Jungkook. You quickly stood up and left, rushing to the file room for a moment to cool down. It was the only place you could get some silence - no one ever really stepped into the filing room because most of your work was stored digitally anyways. You pressed your back to one of the metal cabinets, sliding down to crouch as the door slowly shut. You took some deep breaths to calm down. If you went back out there now, you would rip someone's head off. How did Jungkook have the audacity to continue being a dick to you? You knew you'd without a doubt crossed the line back there, but despite that, you didn't feel even with him yet. After a few moments of dragging your mind away from these thoughts, you took one last deep breath and stood back up. You straightened your skirt and fixed your hair. Since you were already there, you decided to grab some files you needed for the project before going back out there. You turned around, pulling a drawer open and digging through the files before you found them. Just as you pulled them out, you heard the door open behind you. You already knew who it was, getting a waft of his cologne. Your heart already began beating faster, not knowing what to anticipate. There was a beat of silence as the door slowly shut.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jungkook grit through his teeth, trying to keep his voice down. You didn't bother turning around or replying to him. Any semblance of self control he had left snapped when you didn't even acknowledge him. With three quick strides, he was right behind you, pressing you face flat against the cabinets. He yanked one of your hands behind your back, making you drop your files. You yelped as his entire body caged you in, slight panic rising in your chest.

"You don't get to ignore me now," he snapped, voice low. "You haven't shut the fuck up for the last few days, don't start now." He yanked your arm down further so he could hold your wrist with one hand. You groaned at the ache, but decided against complaining about it. His anger was palpable; you could practically feel it seeping through your skin, igniting your own fury. In the shock of the moment, you'd almost forgotten that Jungkook wasn't the only one with reason to be upset. This was all a consequence of his insanely disrespectful behaviour, and he had the nerve to be mad at you now?

"What is it? What's got you so fucking riled up, hmm?" He sounded bewildered, gritting the words through his teeth. The more he pressed against you, the harder it got to ignore the heat building in you. An ugly satisfaction was creeping through you seeing the way you'd managed to get under his skin. This was what you wanted; to see that you'd affected him.

"Didn't get enough cock last time? That it?" he growled, bending down next to your ear. His words pierced right through you, as if he knew exactly which buttons to press.

"Fuck you," you spat before you could compose yourself. You strained in his hold, your arm coming up to elbow him in the ribs. To your dismay, Jungkook predicted your move and held you tighter, keeping you still.

"I thought it'd be enough to keep you satiated for at least a week. But you're just a cock hungry whore hm? " he taunted, his lips grazing your ear and sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "I should've fucked your throat a little harder. Wouldn't be able to lie about me to everyone - including our boss - then, would you?" Despite the bitterness in his voice, your body reacted to his words. Your mind was scolding itself for the rush of arousal that coursed through you. How was he still affecting you like this?

You shook your head clear. No. He wasn't going to have his way this time.

"Lie? I haven't lied about anything," you replied with a snarky tone. Jungkook chuckled in disbelief. He quickly flipped you around so you were forced to face him. You didn't hesitate to meet his ravenous gaze with your own.

"No? So you really think I'm sleeping with the boss?" he asked, tone getting serious. You shrugged nonchalantly, annoying him more.

"You'll fuck anything that moves," you jabbed. "At least fucking the boss has some real benefits unlike the girl from the bar. Maybe she'd even give you a raise if you could satisfy her properly." Jungkook couldn't hide the disgust that flared across his features; insulted that you thought so little of him. The urge to shut you up was growing stronger by the second, burning through his insides. You were going to drive him insane.

"Watch yourself," he warned, the words coming out dark and gravelly. But the surge of excitement that you felt, knowing that you had managed to provoke him, was addicting. You wanted more.

"If it was anyone else, I'd be all for it. Get that bag, you know?" you said with indifference. "But you? I thought the boss had better taste. Her bar must be in hell." That was enough for Jungkook. Before you even had a second to process what was happening, one of his hands was wrapped around your neck. His fingers dug into the flesh, limiting your breath in the most delicious way.

"You didn't seem to think so when you were begging me to touch you - to fuck you in a dirty bar bathroom," he growled, stepping closer, face inches from yours.

"Yeah, obviously I expected too much," you sneered. "You don't know how to please anyone but yourself. Boss must be a real masochist to keep going back to you. Poor thing," you tutted, knowing you'd practically nailed the head in your own coffin before you'd even finished your thought. Jungkook's face contorted in a snarl as his grip tightened around your throat. You gasped, the dark swirl in your core intensifying.

"Maybe I should talk to her," you patronized, chasing the high from pissing him off. "I can recommend someone who can actually make her feel good - get her off. A man. Not a selfish boy," you emphasized. "Think she'll like me better than you after that?" With that, his other hand was pressed firmly against your mouth, effectively shutting you up. You grunted at the sheer pressure of his hold, now struggling to breathe.

"You just don't shut up, do you?" he spat. The look in his eyes was nearly feral; like he was going to eat you alive. His ego took a hit to your words, even though he knew you didn't actually believe everything you'd said. Still, you seemed to be stuck on his 'selfishness'. It infuriated him that you didn't understand why he wasn't giving you what you wanted, but he'd had enough of you running your mouth. If you'd forgotten how easily he made you melt under his touch, he'd just have to remind you. And make sure you never forgot again.

With each passing second of silent seething, you thought he might actually choke you out. But then he let go of you. You gasped for air, coughing as you caught your breath. Just as you were about to shoot him the dirtiest look you could muster, Jungkook sank to his knees. The snarky remark on your tongue vanished as you watched him kneel in front of you, looking up at you with a carnivorous gaze. Lust consumed your senses as he wordlessly loosened his tie, tugging at the collar of his shirt. You'd think that seeing him on his knees would make you feel more powerful in the situation. But the hunger in his eyes made it clear that he was still very much in control.

Simply put: Jungkook, in a suit and on his knees, was enough to wipe away your last bit of common sense.

"This is what you want, right?" he asked, his hands slipping under your skirt. You felt paralyzed, your breath caught in your throat. His hands moved up your thighs, slowly dragging your skirt up with them. "You wanna cum, yeah?" You were genuinely struggling to form any thoughts, your senses heightened.

"Want me to make you cum?" A strangled groan bubbled in your throat at his tone. He'd barely done a thing and your breathing was already heavy. So much for your resolve. As your skirt bunched above your hips, you suddenly became hyper aware of your situation. You were still at work, in a file room, door unlocked.

"Someone could walk in," you gasped, trying to convince yourself that you didn't want this. He ignored you, trailing his fingers down your hips and legs instead. "We've already been gone for a while. What if someone comes looking?" You desperately tried to focus your wandering mind.

"I guess I should hurry then," he sneered, shooting you a glare. Then his fingers were sliding between your legs, making you close your eyes and sigh as they eased the ache in your clit. By that point you were too far gone to even feel embarrassed about having soaked through your panties. Jungkook hissed as your slick coated his digits. "I put the bar in hell, but still, you get so wet for me," he snapped, adding more pressure. For the first time all day, you had nothing to quip back with. Your sweet silence was like music to his ears. Mindful of the time, Jungkook hooked his fingers in your underwear and pulled them down your legs. You knew there was no going back as you stepped out of them. Your knees felt weak as you watched him hastily shove them in his pocket. But before you could ask what he was planning on doing with them, he hooked a hand under your thigh, lifting your leg up and to the side. With your legs spread and your pussy staring him in the face, Jungkook was struggling to control himself. He wanted to tease you - make you beg and plead - but he didn't. Fuck. He couldn't; not when he felt like he'd lose his sanity if he didn't taste you right away.

Without wasting another second, his lips were pressed to you, the velvety heat of his mouth engulfing you as his tongue licked at your wetness. Your mouth was left agape as your hands buried into his hair, using the locks to keep yourself tethered. Jungkook groaned into your heat; he felt like he was getting drunk off of you. His fingers dug into your thighs as he hungrily lapped at your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a drawn out moan as his lips wrapped around your clit, creating the perfect amount of suction. You would've thought he was starved seeing the vigor with which he ate you out. He didn't stop, didn't pull away for a single breath - too consumed with the taste of you on his tongue. You were embarrassingly close already, struggling to contain your moans and whimpers. You bit your lip, trying to hold them in, but another particular harsh lick to your clit had you groaning Jungkook's name. Seeing you unravel so quickly only fueled Jungkook's appetite; the sound of his name on your lips going straight to his aching cock. All it took was him groaning into your cunt after that to send you over the edge. Your fingers yanked at his hair, desperately pulling him closer as you felt the white heat build up.

"Jungkook, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed, voice whiny as you tried to keep quiet. "Gonna cum," you moaned right as you crashed over the edge. Jungkook felt you tense in his hold as you came on his tongue. He diligently lapped at your slit, sure to pay attention to your clit as well to help you ride out your orgasm. He slowed down as you came down from your high. Naturally, your legs tried to close together once his tongue became overstimulating. But Jungkook's hold was firm, keeping your legs apart. You tried to catch your breath, mind reeling from the mix of pleasure and pain flooding your senses.

"Jungkook... wait," is all you managed to get out. He ignored you again, picking up his pace despite your cringing.

"So fucking good," he growled against you, like he hated admitting it to himself. It felt weird hearing him compliment you after all the bickering and degrading earlier. Yet you couldn't deny that it boosted your ego seeing him so fucked out and angry. He pushed you further up against the cabinets, giving himself better access to you and delving his tongue into your dripping hole. And just like that, the sensitivity was replaced with a delicious pleasure once again.

"Please, wait..." you breathlessly pleaded. In contrast to the last orgasm, he was building this one up slowly. Unfortunately for you, that meant it felt twice as intense and you were getting increasingly worried about being caught.

"Thought you wanted to cum, sweetheart," he mocked. "That's why you're being such a bitch, right? Mad that I didn't make you cum last time?" he grit through his teeth. You cursed him under your breath, but were more focused on the feeling of his soft lips against. You finally looked down at him properly, ready to glare at him. But the second you saw his dark eyes staring up at you, the rest of his face buried between your legs, you lost your train of thought entirely. Then you saw his hand sprawled across your lower stomach while his thumb rubbed circles into your clit. Fuck, why was he so hot?

"What if we get caught?" you half-heartedly complained, trying to muffle your whimpers.

"They'll see what a fucking slut you are for me then," he grunted. You slapped a hand over your mouth when he picked up his pace, continuing to plunge his tongue in and out of you. "Keep your hands down," he demanded, pressing harder on your clit. "You're gonna keep moaning like that for me," he hissed, delving right back into the heat of your cunt. In that moment, all you heard was his demanding tone and your hands instinctively went back to his hair without a second thought. You whined, trying to keep your voice down as he slowly built up your pleasure.

"Good," he praised, his words muffled as he continued to eat you out. "I should make you scream, so that everyone knows that you, Y/n, are cumming on my tongue." His words were bitter but they turned you on more. You clearly had some problems. It didn't take very long after that to feel that white heat building up again. Jungkook could tell you were almost there, so he sped up the pace of his fingers and plunged his tongue deeper into you. "Including our boss," he rasped. And then you were cumming again; gripping tightly onto his hair and groaning his name once more.

"There you go," he coaxed, letting you ride his face. You hadn't realized, but at some point, your hips had started moving on their own. Seeing you with your eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open, as you unraveled under his touch, only fueled Jungkook's hunger. When you started coming down, he finally pulled away; giving you a second of reprieve. That was until you looked down to see his blown out, dark eyes staring at you. His mouth and chin were covered in your juices and he looked ravenous. He quickly pulled off his suit jacket, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt, eyes never leaving yours. Your chest heaved; partly because you were still catching your breath, and partly because of how fucking hot Jungkook looked in the moment. His hands went right back to your thighs, pulling them apart once more.

"Wait, what're you doing?!" you asked, eyes going wide. "I can't cum again, please," you nearly cried. His fingers dug into your thighs as he watched you plead.

"You can and you will," he said firmly. "You know why?" He slid his fingers between your folds, gathering all the wetness that had pooled. "Because you fucking love my touch," he growled. Your already weak knees felt even weaker.

"You're so desperate for it; for my mouth, my fingers, my cock." Your legs threatened to buckle under you if it weren't for Jungkook's hand holding you up. "So desperate that you're being such a fucking brat," he spat. "Trying to piss me off. So, what? So that I'd finally touch you again?" he mocked. Your senses were overwhelmed and his words settled in a pit in your stomach. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes; whether it was because of his harsh words or the overstimulation of his fingers, you weren't sure. Just as you were about to retort, Jungkook slipped a slender finger into you which slid in smoothly with how wet you were. He let out a throaty groan, quickly slipping another finger into you and curling them upwards. You nearly doubled over as he pressed right into your g-spot.

"See how tuned your body is to me? I've barely done a thing and you're already a mess," he taunted. Seeing how flimsy your legs had gotten, he quickly threw the leg he was holding over his shoulder, getting even closer to you. His name left your lips in a whine, your body torn between pleasure and worry. "Well here, I'm giving you what you want." He punctuated his words by curling his fingers again, making you moan. "You wanna cum? I'll make you cum...over and over again, so you never forget how good I make you feel." And with that, he finally pulled his fingers out before slamming them back into you, setting a hard pace.

Your mind was left blank, so consumed with pleasure that you couldn't even think about staying quiet. Whimpers and moans shamelessly tumbled out of you as he filled you up so delightfully. Jungkook wasn't unaffected either. Feeling how warm and wet you were was driving him up the wall, numbing his own thoughts.

"So wet for me, fuck. My cock would slide right into you with how drenched you are," he thought out loud. He felt you tighten around his fingers, making him snarl and pick up his pace. "Filthy fucking cockslut. I can't wait to feel you tighten around me like that when I'm fucking all this brattiness out of you," he growled, voice low. You could only moan in response.

"Jungkook, s-slow down, please," you begged, knowing that you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Before you knew it, his free hand came down on your pussy, leaving a delicious sting spreading through you. A half yelp-half moan sound came out of you, making Jungkook scoff.

"You're gonna take what I give you, like a good little slut," he grunted. "What do you have to say now Y/n?" he asked, annoyance lacing his voice. "You're so convinced I'm fucking every woman and leaving them unsatisfied. Do you feel satisfied yet?" With his fingers pumping you, grazing your g-spot with every thrust, it was nearly impossible for you to form a coherent thought. When you didn't answer, he gave your pussy another smack, making you hiss.

"Answer me," he demanded, "How do you feel now Y/n?"

"F-feel good," is all you could come up with. Jungkook chuckled at your fucked out state.

"Who's making you feel good sweetheart?"

"You," you moaned, feeling yourself reach your climax again. "Oh my god. Jungkook, please...don't stop. Feels so good, I'm gonna-"

Jungkook's ego inflated as you finally found your words again, saying exactly what he wanted to hear. Hearing you beg for him almost made up for all the shit you'd put him through that day. Almost. You were creaming on his fingers before you could even finish your sentence, moaning his name way louder than you should.

"Now you're finally being a good girl," he praised, continuing to pump his fingers through your orgasm. "Fuck, you're getting so tight. Keep cumming on my fingers like that, yeah?" he groaned, imagining how good you would feel on his cock. Your orgasm was so powerful, you were cumming for what felt like an eternity. Jungkook didn't mind; continuing to work you through it. When it was finally over, your legs gave out. Jungkook quickly caught you as you collapsed, and he placed you down on his discarded jacket on the floor. You closed your eyes and waited for your heart rate to go back to normal. When you opened your eyes after a few moments, Jungkook was still kneeling in front of you. His gaze was trained on your still exposed cunt and he had slipped his soaked fingers into his mouth, tasting you all over again. You worried for second that he still wasn't done with you. He slowly dragged his glazed over eyes to meet your. You gulped at the voracious look on his face, your legs instinctively closing.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was battling with his own insatiable thoughts. He knew he couldn't forget about this, about you, about your pussy after this. As infuriating and insufferable you were, he couldn't deny how good you tasted and felt. And he sure as hell couldn't deny how hard you'd gotten him either. With his hormones surging through him, all he could think about was being inside you, in any way. He saw the look on your face and nearly scoffed. You fucked up his reputation and humiliated him all because you wanted to cum, and now you couldn't take it. He took a deep breath, forcing his thoughts away so he could be rational.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you cum again," he said. You scoffed, easing up a little with his reassurance. "You got what you wanted, right? Now maybe you'll keep your mouth shut." The high of your pleasure was wearing off and the weight of his words were hitting you. Did he really just think you were desperate for him? Had he forgotten how he was shamelessly flirting with that other girl right after leaving you in that bathroom? Reality finally caught up with you, and you realized how vulnerable you'd made yourself to him. If someone came in right now, the only person who'd be humiliated was you. Clearly, all of this was just a game to him; a way to shut you up. Jungkook was toying with you and you were letting him. A similar shame and hurt creeped across your skin as the night he'd left you in the bar bathroom. Part of you had started to feel bad about what you'd done earlier, but if Jungkook really was just using you, then you were still nowhere near even.

Without saying a word, you stood up, pulling your skirt back down. In the process, you remembered that he'd taken your underwear. But you'd have to talk to him to ask for them back, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him. You'd just have to clean up later and make it through the day without them. You straightened your clothes, trying to make them look as less wrinkly as possible, avoiding Jungkook's piercing gaze. When you finally felt like you looked presentable, that's when you looked at him. This time it was him that was left a mess. His hair was ruined by all the grabbing and pulling you'd done, and his collar was soaked with your juices. You looked at his jacket that you were not standing on, and sure enough, you'd left a wet spot and now heel marks on it too. It made you feel a little better, knowing that this time he'd have to fix himself up instead of you. You picked up his jacket with the toe of your shoe before kicking it over to him. You shot him a cold look.

"You're an asshole," you stated before walking out the door. Jungkook was left on the floor, even more frustrated. He'd felt more gratified after putting you in your place, but then what was that? You'd obviously enjoyed yourself, so what was the problem now? He groaned loudly. Despite his anger, the bulge in his pants was now aching. Everything about you was infuriating to him, so how did you have this much of an affect on him? His mind wandered back to how you felt in his hands and on his tongue. He growled as he palmed his crotch, slowly taking out his hard cock. He stroked himself harshly with the frustration you'd left him with. He quickly pulled out your panties from his pocket, unable to stop himself. His head rolled back and your name spilled past his lips along with low groans as he brought up the thin fabric to his face.

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[quillinhand]

i'm 16 episodes into the story of minglan and oh my god @dangermousie what have you done to me???

i'm so obsessed with this show man. the episode length was slightly scary at first but i LOVE the pace, i love the subplots and little moments that do WONDERS for the characterization. everyone has their own motives and ambitions and flaws, and everyone plays to win with the power that they each hold in a society that is based upon those structures of power. i love the relationships; between the sisters, between parents and children, minglan and her grandmother, gu tingye and sheng changbai, even the relationships between sheng hong, big madam and mistress lin(this one deserves a post of their own, gosh). they range from wholesome to fucked up and it's all entertaining and thought-provoking throughout. and above all, i love minglan.

she's so good man. she's careful and clever and quiet and has such a good mind...she's a character that actively thinks and makes informed decisions. it's kind of a small thing to be wowing over but this show pulls it off so well. we're a little over a fifth of the way in and we have such a solid main character that most shows struggle to achieve over the course of their entire run.

any other show would have minglan x yuanruo on the rails by this point, but minglan, so easy in her awareness of her position and in her gentle affection for that oblivious idiot...it manages to space the plotline out while allowing for character growth. ik they ain't endgame but it's all so well-written i'd be on board even if minglan's love interest was a tree.

and she's not a mary sue! her sensibility kinda puts her on survival mode all the time; she's trying to play it safe all the time, acutely aware of her lack of a family to back her up. with a mother dead, a father as good as, and a family of sharks(what is it with the families in this drama???), she has to be, but it leaves her to just suffer through stupid shit like when they had to kneel in front of the ancestors for something molan did(this one is such a piece of work my gosh). i'm curious as to how the show will treat that going forward. ik endgame is gu tingye x minglan, so maybe when paired with that force of nature she kind of opens up? but i also think harder times are coming and as much as i would HATE for her to do so i cannot help but feel as though minglan is going to clam up. :(

this is what i mean man, it's the kinda show where you can see the invisible motions of the plots and character arcs with each plot beat and it isn't something that breaks the flow—instead it makes all the reveals and changes well-earned and important. gahh i'm in love.

[trahoalai]

zodiac war lgbt hcs and ship opinions but only for the characters I like

the twins:

I don't give a fawkkkkk about these two their back to back episodes were so hard to get through 🧎🧎🧎 I don't ship them I don't ship anyone with them

rip though they would have loved bullying little kids on roblox

the rat:

he's like fifteen, hates the warriors for being evil and his classmates for being happy. orientation aside he's too cynical to wanna date ppl. he'd have a burner account to stalk couples on social media and pray on their downfall. but no group chat to talk shit with 💔💔💔

the tiger:

tbh her and ox feel kinda forced.....I like it when it's one-sided lol

she's the type to like. casually toss out the phrase "my girlfriend/girlfriends" and ur like ?????? pls be gay pls be gay 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

once I saw ship art of her and boar like omg :0 thats so real I just feel like they would be so fun together. it's easier to get under boar's skin. like bother ox all u want he's not gonna respond to it

the sheep:

he's got a wife and kids and grandkids idfk man leave him alone

the monkey:

luv her :D I wish she werent depicted as motherly all the time just bc she's nice and cares for the rat and can bake. like her line of work is sm more important to her than a domestic life with her white bread boyfriend!!!!!!!

she's bi, I think I've read like one fanfic of her and rabbit that was pretty endearing. other than that I have been a boar and monkey truther literally since I was eleven reading the first chapter of the manga btw plssss don't let ur eleven year old kid read/watch this

the dog:

I hate this motherfucker Im sorrryyyyy I'll get to the characters I like in a second. I was pretty shocked to find out I'm like his only hater though, then again the fanbase consists of like four ppl lmao

he's like the embodiment of those wolf drawings where they're riding motorbikes and tearing off shirts. "side effects may include death, death, and horrifically violent death 😈" ← grown ass man

the chicken:

her and dog are a stretch for me 😬 their "pact" was so tense like they were both just playing nice while waiting for an opportunity to exploit and betray each other. they're more like.........annoying siblings that are always at each other's throats 👍 and I feel like she uses she/they

she reminds me of charlotte and lime from witch's heart. n those two are so gay. I thought chicken's death and devotion to monkey who she had just met was pretty sad. n gay

this diva:

everytime I see like a maneater, boycrazy type girl character I assume it's bc she's in denial about her attraction to women. ik she would be pissedddd if she caught feelings for monkey or tiger

there was this one fic with her and horse too which I thought made a lot of sense like it's more obvious with him but they both kinda have low self esteem and push their feelings aside to achieve what they want. boar doesn't have much of an identity outside of seeking validation from her parents and romantic partners. and I have many thoughts about why horse is Like That ☝️🤓 they see each other 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

the ox:

ppl that ship boar and ox, tbh I see the vision. they would make a good power couple

I don't like the ox that much -_- I see his appeal but it's not for me. too mysterious. even after reading the light novel I feel like I can't follow his line of thinking, he feels so removed from the rest of the characters. they hype him up soooo much and he's just like 🗡️🧍‍♂️

he's like everybody's wife I've seen him shipped with so many ppl

m y man my man my mannnnnnnn 💖💞🥰💗💕💓💓:

srry had a little moment of weakness there ✌️ anyways. what if this horse was transgender :0 the alienation (never stated but we can all see how awkward he is around ppl right) the shitty teenage years and how he doesn't "ever want to feel that way again" and then in the novel his body after all his procedures and bs training is seen as a point of pride. I could have sworn there was something about how he was like. almost religiously devoted??

tumblr keeps not saving the rest they don't want me to speak my truth </3 see his whole thing was about how he lost one fight and that can never happen again.....why. boar and chicken have some pretty rigid expectations for themselves bc of their upbringings. but the horse is willingly putting himself through this and for what lmao

doesn't make him a better fighter 😃 he acknowledges that ox is the best but never tries to emulate him. maybe bc ox is seen as a natural 🤨 and yeah I do think he has a lil crush. unreciprocated bc it's ox

he doesn't care about what others think so where did his desire to be like this come from. I feel like he's building himself with rlly skewed ideas of how to be a man. "men are not weak" "men do not lose" "men don't show feelings or vulnerability" does any of this make sense

lucky it doesn't work :> or unlucky ig rip king we (I) miss u everyday 🕊️

ox and horse is an okay ship it makes a lot of sense. personally I'm rooting for horse to overcome his fears and successfully beat ox up also I can't think of the two of them without that ferdinand audio thats like "see this 😘 is the beautiful horses side. and that 🤢 is the stinky bull side. beautiful horses stay here 👇 and u ugly beasts stays over there 🫵‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ don't even think about coming to our side ✨"

the rabbit:

I like him and boar :> the first battle was pretty good I feel like its overlooked bc ppl forget. idk the way she was humoring him and sized him up, they play off each other pretty well. some of the ship content feels ooc though </3 these are two incredibly violent characters

even without the outfit, rabbit is so gnc idk I thought I would have more to say about that but he just is

[sukunas-shrine]

RAMBLE, YOU DONT NEED 2 READ. THIS IS A VENT.

so sorry for dumping this on u, but idk where else 2 turn 2.

I feel sick. I hate this feeling of being stressed. I feel like no matter what I do ill always be suffering. I can't stop being like this. I'm 2 young 2 be this scared of noting. I'm 2 young 2 be worrying about not being a good human being. School is so stressful even on break. I feel like I'm a failure and I'll always amount 2 nothing in the end. No matter what I do ill never be strong enough. No matter how much I talk I'll never be smart enough. No matter how much I'll work I'll never work hard enough. What if I can't make ends meet when I'm forced into life? Is that it? Am I just gonna live paycheck 2 paycheck?? Idk man. Ik I'm usually happy and silly but I've felt like shit for so long. My main issue is that I can make anything anymore. I don't feel creative anymore. I can't even breath right without being stressed. It's not an option for me 2

I can't even fucling focus bc even if it's new yrs my parents argue all the time. I wanna move out. I wanna transition. I wanna be a man. I need 2 be one. I can't stand living like this. I don't have any friends and I can't move on from my old ones. My sister says I attract alot of bad people in my life. I don't want 2 do that anymore. My most recent friend was awful. They made me drink underage through pure pressure, I've never drank at all before that. I was a good kid. I'm trying w be a good kid. I lied 2 my sister about being buzzed bc of it. 2 shots of 95% vodka. That's what it was. I've never ever drank before that. My ex friend tried 2 kill herself in school...IN SCHOOL. OD IN SCHOOL. I can't stop thinking about it. She was awful and used me as rebound after her bf moved out of our school. It was a whole thing.

Before that another "friend" doxxed me. I got doxxed bc I befriend some incel on discord. I js thought "Hey they js need a friend!!" Never ever again. I wanted 2 save them. I wanted 2 see the best. They made my life he'll no matter how hard I tried. I can't change people. I'll die before I stop trying 2 sacrifice myself 2 make someone feel better. I'm so tired. I need new friends. I'm so lonely and exhausted.

Any time my joke freaky comments gets sent 2 u or smth I freak out bc I have such bad ptsd of some past shit. Call out posts and drama with ss... people calling me awful things.. I was called so many things over the lamest reasons. My whole life suddenly became a vacuum for awful people who I decided 2 give a chance. Maybe I'm an angel with clipped wings. My kindness will be the death of me. Maybe I should stop being nice. I can't even have a moment 2 process half the awful shit all my friendships were.

I won't lie, I hated myself. Esspecially when I think about past me. I was so so so so fucking disgusting. I did so much awful shit bc of desperation. I wanted friends more than anything. I wanted a community more than my own family. I was brainwashed into being a complete monster. I'm out of it, but even now I still have issues. I'm so so fucking done with being scared of myself.

What if I sent an ask and all the sudden it turns out it comes off as me being a pedo?? What if I sent a sweet msg 2 someone and I end up sending some awful slur??? I can't live like this. Ik it's impossible but after what I went through I can't stop being scared. Idk if I'll even send this with an emoji. My shit is so heavy.

I don't even know where 2 begin. I js feel like a failure who can't move on from anything. I hate my dad for being an ass but the I can't blame him bc now he's a changed man. What kind of son would I be if I hated him? He's trying so hard 2.

I hate my mom for making me this insecure. Ik she was js raised like that and was going though alot while rasing me, but I don't know how 2 not think about how ashamed I am of myself.

Nothing bad is happening anymore, but I can't live normally when all this bulshit from last yr looms over me. "New yr new me"?? Yeah right. I just want a real friend. Is that something hard 2 ask for? Maybe God hates me. Maybe I'm being punished. I'm not religious, I can't be. I'm really not. But if not religion, then why must I suffer?? Maybe it's stupid. This might be dumb but I'm still telling u anyways. Maybe none of this makes sense.

I love u all so much. I love u all so dearly. I want this place 2 be happy and a wonderful community. I hope one day I won't be so scared of myself. Please take care everyone. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

-🌬

Admin here 🫶: hey. gonna get a lil personal with this one. there’s a lot of stuff here i know i can’t relate to, but the stuff at the beginning, the stuff about transitioning and living paycheque to paycheque and having awful friends but needing them around, or having no friends at all— that was me too. it took me a hell of a long time, but i can say with confidence that it gets better. i went through transitioning with no support, had to figure it all out by myself. went through terrible, terrible times mentally that i wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

but i survived n i’m so glad i did. i found friends— true, beautiful friends, got the care i needed, have an amazing job, and i know it’s possible. even though it seems anything but at the time. i couldn’t picture myself making it here, but i did.

keep going, hun, and your time will come. it doesn’t sound or feel like it, but life gets better at the most unexpected moments, and you’re not the only one who had to tread that path. you will move out, you will find your people, you are a man & you’ll find people who know that and people who can help you get other people to see that too.

you’re always welcome here and i hope you find the support you need— it’s out there somewhere, and you’ll find it at the right time.

i believe in you and you are loved.

[caliburn-the-sword]

fhh ch47-52

this time i SWEAR i won't forget to include where i got up to. however, i think with the power of sheer force of will, i may complete the book. i WILL be staying up past midnight just to achieve it too. i n e e d to know. unless it puts me through so much struggle i once again need a break

debate on penguins HELP rosorion is literally the cutest. relationship goals

love how rosalind and celia went to bed fighting and woke up teasing one another. true siblings fr

how is alisa concerned for the state of rosalind's driving. as if she didn't run over a fence. like yes it was in smoke but STILL rosalind commented on her lack of driving experience. i love how they mutually think the other sucks at driving

YAY WE'RE SEEING ROMA AND JULIETTE AGAIN

alisa is so damn clever. i am however also concerned she is gonna be caught by lady hong's forces and used as bait. however i doubt lady hong grasps alisa's importance to the rest of the group

YESSSS ROSALIND AND ORION ARE PLAYING AT MARRIED COUPLE AGAIN LIFE IS GOOD

alisa if you didn't think you'd get this far WHY would you yeet yourself into lady hong's truck ;-; that's not very greatly thought out

okay i'm probably WAY overanalysing here but i remembered apples having some significant symbolism in chinese culture because we have it every new year. my dumbass assumed it was longevity like practically everything we eat at new year symbolises but i looked it up to double check and it actually represents safety. funny little easter egg miss chloe potentially dropped with rosalind buying those while hiding out at the hotel fksdjfsn

BENEDIKT

ik that we were all theorising that lourens was connected to this all but ARE YOU SERIOUS HE WORKED ON ORION FASKDJFS. everything is connected~

MARS I LOVE HIM YAY HE'S BACK I MISSED HIM

nothing more romantic than a couple fighting <3

i love how lourens is just straight up connected to every single crazy experiment in all of europe and asia. like goddamn this man is on the grind. working day and night putting his blood sweat and tears into developing every kind of supersoldier, multiple forms of mind control etc etc. this guy never rests

JULIETTE MY BELOVED. yk shit's wrong when SHE'S gotta be the reasonable one and stop rosalind from mauling a man to death

ROSORION REUNION HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK I AM CRYING TEARS WHETHER THEY ARE OF JOY OR OF DESPAIR OR BOTH IS UP TO YOU

juliette is incorrect i absolutely need a mars/orion friendship immediately

omfg i'm glad alisa is safe

lourens is such a chad istg he shows up, cures orion, takes it upon himself to nap on roma's couch. what an icon. what a legend. he IS the moment

i take ALL of that back WTF DO YOU MEAN ROSALIND IS GONNA DIE SOON

"Orion was willing to argue with a literal rock if he suspected it had insulted her in some manner." i am melting into a puddle of jelly. i need me a man like this

couples that hate a random old man together stay together~

NO FUCKING WAY ORION AND MARSHALL HAD A FLING ASKJCNAJAN

mars is so right because jealous benedikt IS adorable

JULIETTE POV it's been so long my beloved <3

anyway it's ice cream time bitches i finish this once i've had icecream. or maybe when i wake up idfk. i don't want this to be OVER but i NEED to know how it ends. this is the real violent end fr

[stateofcharles]

rant incoming

i'm probably living my worst moment university-wise and i feel like crying all the time when i think about it.

i started engineering back in september, thinking that was gonna be *it*, that i would have liked it and i would've fulfilled the dream of working in f1. i have always liked science subjects and i was good at them, so i believed i actually had a chance. though, in just 6 months, i've completely lost all the determination and will to study. i can't even get to care if i fail an exam, whilst in high school i felt soo bad when i failed a test, even for subjects i hated (ik high school is different but still-). the prospect of failing and staying behind literally makes me feel nothing at all, whilst before i was scared to death of it.

i realise i am doing what i promised myself i would not do in uni, aka going to exams even if i'm sure i will not pass it. i procrastinate for days and then try to do something the night before the exam - yet lazily and uninterested. it's not even that i'm not interested in the subjects i do, it's just i don't want to study

i came to realise that this whole situation is the fruit of 8 years of restless studying (middle school + high school), of not allowing myself to be anything but at the top of my class and of sacrificing everything (free time, sleep, mental health, friends and family) to get the best grades. quarantine was the worst of it, yet i had to endure.

now i find myself with a high-school diploma that is not enough to start working (let's thank the italian school system for this), thus i'm forced to keep studying even if right now i just want to rest after those 8 years of hell - and i also feel like i deserve to rest. yet, i am not allowed to do it.

my mother knows about this struggle and she came to the same conclusion i came to: this is not the right uni for me, engineering is too much studying for the mental space i am in right now and i am 99,9% sure i will switch faculty soon.

at the moment i am torn between my two biggest passions: music and rhythmic gymnastics. on the one hand, i would love to study in a Conservatoire, but it's kinda complicated and because of my age and situation i would be hugely limited compared to my original idea. still, i could make a sacrifice and get a degree anyway.

on the other hand, i really see myself being a rhythmic gymnastics coach, spending the whole day at the gym and dedicating my life to it. i already love it right now that i do it part-time and - in my mind - it can only get better (even if it has already been proved that my mind is often wrong). the downsides of this is that the FGI courses to officially become a trainer are always online, and i fear this will partially push me towards procrastination, and it's kinda blurred when it comes to requirements, like- technically i don't need a degree in sports science, but practically it could be useful in the future, so should i leave engineering for sports science? (+ add to this that it's a bit more pricey than public unis, so i would have to partially pay for it myself - though this is the least concerning issue rn)

then comes the biggest problem of all: my mother (and my father once he knows). she keeps insisting that, if i switch faculties, i should go for something "solid" (my god i hate that word), so whenever i bring up rhythmic gymnastics she always tries to change my mind saying things such as "but what about just switching majors but still in the engineering realm?" or "what about going back to languages like in high school? or what about education? becoming a school teacher?" and i can't even get to express my real feelings - aka FUCK OFF. i don't even understand why she says she "supports me" if this is what she does.

i spoke with some friends of mine, and they said i should take this second semester to consider it all, so that in september i can finally make a decision. the problems? 1. my mom wants me to attend uni this semester as if i intended to keep going, she doesn't allow me to sign the withdrawal and look for a job instead. which means i'll be free in july only, and by then any chance of applying somewhere else have finished 2. if i switch faculties, it means going through a placement test, and i don't have the time these next months to prepare for it if i have to keep going with uni + the other things i do

also, another thing i hate - the look of pity on people's face when i say i'm struggling with uni. "but it's impossible for you, you've always done so well in school! you have a talent!" well karen, have you considered that perhaps i never really cared about school and i only studied like hell because i was (and still am) afraid of failing? never thought that i was not born a genius but i had to work my ass off to get what i got?

i really just wanna cry, but i feel i'm not allowed because it would mean keep waisting time

[mayday-jd]

that was the main plot now for the b-plot babyyy

summary: marshall and gary go to marshall's mom's blood drive and charity ball

nothing too exciting right?? WRONG. now let's get into it 😁

so in 'the winter king' (ep6) marshall gets the lemongrabs to visit the bakery gary works at so they could make his dream of opening his very own bakery happen which does not happen but dw it's ok for gary that is

because marshall had to call in a favor from his mom that he's not on speaking terms with to get those two karens to drop by, he now has to repay that favor by coming back into his mom's life now ain't that wonderful?? absolutely not she's awful.

now before I get on my hana abadeer hate train I just wanna point out this little moment I found cute and kinda funny marshall's like an embarrassed kid whose parent is talking to their crush

"the little baker boy" and ik they don't talk at all but shh let me enjoy this moment before talking about my boy suffering

alr the quiet before the storm is over now let's make this bitch rain with angst and tears

the moment marshall walks in hana doesn't even greet him she makes a comment about his outfit and how "that's what you're wearing?" when they literally haven't seen each other for golb knows how long

marshall makes it abundantly clear that he does not want to be here he even tells gary directly that this kind of ball (that he's probably been to lots of time) sucks, the people here suck too but he wants gary to enjoy himself, to do some networking and get his dream to come true since the last attempt didn't work

and gary does hit it off with someone at the party who's willing to invest in his bakery and that's what marshall wants even if it means his own dream of becoming a rock star and his independence, his free will are taken away from him

now hana abadeer is like the worst mom that woman is awful and truly does not care for what her child wants or how he's uncomfortable in the environment she puts him in

seeing marshall willingly put up with her is heartbreaking he's a fucking adult he shouldn't have to deal with her bullshit

"We've all humored you long enough, but you're not a rock star."

what say do you have on his dreams, what he wants to do in life?? 🤨

and remember the lemongrabs?? that favor marshall had to call in with his mom to get them to come to the bakery?? yeah no she frames it as the lemongrabs reuniting her with her son like it was noble of them to help guide marshall back "home"

"I'm so happy our little artiste is finally ready to get serious and join the family business. Isn't that right, marshall? You owe me.."

"We can forgive youthful mistakes, and years, and years of embarrassing decisions. Can't we everyone? Baby, tell the people how grateful you are."

she frames marshall's person, his dream and his passion for music as a fun trait about her son or him just having a rebellious phase also forcing him to do smth he doesn't want to do which is joining the family business because that's a "serious" job unlike music

she brings the attention of everyone in the room for her grand speech about marshall joining the family business and putting him on blast for leaving her to persue his passion while positioning herself close to him with her arm wrapped around his shoulder which has got to feel very much like being trapped or backed into a corner as she stares expectantly at him to say what she wants him to say

she's babying him, not recognizing that he's his own person a fucking adult and calling his escape from her bad home environment she put him thru nothing but "years and years of embarrassing decisions"

[isaacapatow]

Agreeing on people being hot was great. The idea of coming up with a list of three things he loved was not. Ike felt himself balk at the question, trying to shore up a way to say 'no thanks that reminds me of recovery therapy way too much' without sounding like a complete asshole -- it was his daughter asking, and he'd all but just told her she wasn't one of his favourite things, how could he refuse her simple request? -- but fortunately the conversation moved on some. And Ember had something to say.

She stopped playing her guitar, too, which made Ike brace himself for something bad -- like he'd been braced this whole time, he realized. It wasn't ... it wasn't fake, exactly, spending time with Ember and wanting to spend time with Ember, but there was something forced about it.

And as she started to speak, Ike realized she was laying it out, exactly what the hangup was. Digging back into the past to see what went wrong and why it did. Ike answering, but hating the way it made him feel even if he'd come to grips with it all, already, ages ago.

This isn't going to work, Ember said, but she also said: and move things forward.

Ike slid his guitar down against the side of the sofa so he could give her all his attention as she went on. When she was done, Ike said, "Okay."

He pushed out a long breath and then smiled, and it was easy, it was easy and that in itself was something because the last time he'd smiled easy with this girl she'd been screeching with excitement as he helped her feed pellets to an angry goat at a shitty little petting zoo. "Okay," Ike said again, "I'd like that. I really fucking would." He backtracked a bit and said, "the scheduled time together, I mean, whenever I'm not out ranging around. Unless you feel like coming with me, I'm not sure how much you're into all that having just found your way to Redwood. But there's plenty we could do together!"

Regarding his apartment, Ike wasn't that sure. But he'd just have to get over himself. "You can see where I live. Not right at this moment, but yeah. Where .. where are you? Staying?" Obviously she wasn't hinting they should live together, Ike chided himself. She was a grown woman who wanted her own space.

"Some of them longer than others." Ember gave a small shrug. "None of them for too long, not for years or anything. Sometimes because of me, sometimes because of them." She wanted them to stick, of course, it wasn't like she intentionally wasn't looking for a long-term relationship, but it wasn't as easy as she once thought. And while being out there, sometimes she wondered if it was easier alone. Less people to worry about, less pain when the inevitable loss would come.

And somehow it was a similarity between the two of them, even if their intent wasn't the same. "So those few years with mom and me were some kind of exceptions, basically." She wasn't sure if she was feeling good or bad about this, but that was a trend about a lot of things between them, really.

She wasn't going to say anything, but then he agreed about the hotties, and Ember couldn't help but lean closer for a moment. "This place-- swear I don't know if you guys have a rule or something, but it's overwhelmingly filled with hotties and it's a lot, after seeing nothing but trees and zombies for a long while." And then when he declared that he didn't have any favorites, "So tell me something-- tell me three things you love."

Ember had to give it to him, he was honest and he would not change on that or let on, and she appreciated it. But she could easily see others finding this way too much and upsetting, if her father was telling them something they didn't like or agree with.

After a few moments of silence, contemplating his words, she stopped her fingers moving and put the guitar aside, linking her fingers together. "Alright, this isn't going to work like it. You are grateful for me being here but not like that. You regret things but not everything and not staying away. I know I asked for all of this information and I appreciate it, but I've decided I don't want to know more of this type of information because this isn't going to work and move things forward.

"So here's what we're going to do, starting now - you and me are going to pick an afternoon every single week and we're going to spend it together doing... something. I don't know, I need to figure that out yet. Doing whatever the hell we can think of or do around here or just sit down and talk, I don't care, we're just spending it together. And I don't care whether or not you like it, I am going to show up at your place anyway." A pause and then, "First time you can show me your place, actually, because I am not even quite sure where you live."

[reanimatedgh0ul]

how valerie felt being forced to work on the clock while everyone else outside the nasty burger was trying to catch danny bc of the million dollar bounty

[kreidewaltz]

top of the castle | t.k.

pairing. tsukishima kei x f!reader

about. your only goal is to be on top of everything. every change he gets, he pushes your buttons and does things that stirs something inside you. it's totally not your heart beating wild in your chest.

word count. 6.3k (this is my baby)

genre & warnings. fluff. angst. swearing. sky castle and highschool au. lots of swearing. happy ending. parents are kind of a jerk. subtle pining. enemies to lovers. bestfriend!kuroo. film major!tsukishima and y/n.

author's note. ik i posted this super late but here it is!! this is part of the promptly yours collab by issy :D ty for being understanding kisses you !? this is my first time writing an e2l go easy on me pls :( quick overview: sky castle is a neighborhood for the rich, and they do everything to be ahead of the other families! big thank you to @rintsuru for beta-ing this mwah i'll edit some stuff here tomo :') reblogs & feedbacks are appreciated ty <3

part of the promptly yours collab ✪

“during the dinner, entertain the guests, and kaa-san will be proud of you.” your mom says whilst brushing your hair multiple times. she sends you a threatening smile in the mirror which forms annoyance in your mind, yet a fake smile ghosts your lips. you clench your fist on your pockets, fingernails digging hard into your palms. last night she came to your door, unannounced, and mentioned that she’ll be having a private party after sending your applications to SNU Medical School.

“time to relax after working hard, a reward too for the parents.” you recall her saying, while running her fingers on your head before she shuts the door. the excitement evident in her movements when you hear the repetitive clicks of her heels. you play with the hem of your pajamas as you mimic your mother’s voice in distress, huffing after while you cross your arms on your chest. if she sees you roll your eyes or heave a disappointing sigh, expect a lecture about manners that'll go on for a few minutes.

when you entered middle school, she started to be strict and always repeated that you’re “only going to be successful when you’re on the top of the castle”. the metaphor she often forces in your mind—enjoying your success and growing money. watching other people force their way to the entrance, but this is where her persona morphs into something sickly sweet. she uses her shit ton of money to compromise, and those people leave as if they never disturbed your castle. in her eyes, you’re the embodiment of an independent, hardworking, and stepping on others kind of student which is something you want to erase.

“sit straight, act interested, act modest—”

“bring down the rivals, except kuroo.” you cut your mother off while a subtle smirk appears on your face, running your makeup brush on your powder blush before putting it to your cheeks. she stops for a moment, the silence makes your palms sweat on your school blazer, but relief washes over you when she murmurs okay, good. the moment is interrupted when your dad screams on the other side, assuming that he’s finding her and checking the table set-up for approval. she gives your shoulder a harsh squeeze before leaving you alone in your room, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“bring down tsukishima.” raising your brows, you try to keep yourself sane because people saying his name irks you. his stupid voice and looks down on you just because of the height difference. he looks down on you when he’s done harm to you years ago, and to the Hara family. when the school year started, you had no clue that he attended Yongsan School for Seoul. his presence immediately annoys you to your bones and when he talks, you have the urge to tape his mouth and watch him struggle and enjoy that he’s suffering. when he enters the room, you almost stand up from your seat and protest but you keep your lips shut. attempting to bottle your resentment and continue with the basic introductions and orientations for the school year.

what he did in middle school is the main factor why you resent him.

-

“your highness!” he yells as soon as you enter the classroom, sending tsukishima a sarcastic smile before you sit comfortably. you try your best to not be grumpy at eight in the morning. good thing that the teacher isn’t here, or you’re in for another lecture about that you should get along and be humble with your classmates.

lame lame lame.

“yeah, i’m a princess hm!” you point a finger at him while you put on a grumpy expression before putting your hands on your waist. huffing a few seconds later, you look through your bag and prepare your cute notebook and pencil. you begin to check the schedule for the day on the first page before reviewing the past few lessons, skimming it with attention that you mentally practice yourself, and clench both of your fists in excitement when you got the right answer. you cross your legs while checking your notes, eager to start the day because you're feeling productive, and seeing the stamps of stars on the first page makes you ecstatic.

-

“hara y/n, did you hit tsukishima?” your teacher’s voice is stern which scares you, but what frightens you is your mother hearing about the issue. you fiddle with your fingers as you rub your eyes, desperately trying to hold the tears threatening to fall. you and tsukishima are left alone in the classroom, with the teacher sitting across from you. the beautiful sunset view from the window is giving you temporary solace, releasing a sigh before answering.

“no, sensei! he- he hit me!” your voice unintentionally going higher, not realizing that you’re getting defensive. you stand from your chair and stare at him, fuming with anger when you see the smirk forming on his face. the teacher sighs in disappointment since he knows you’re one of the top students this year. your attendance streak is all green, never missing a day. what they don’tknow is how your mother forces you to always go to school no matter what happens, that school is the only path to success.

i hate tsukishima, hmph.

“she did, sensei. you saw her holding the book.” your patience is on thin ice because he has the audacity to lie in front of the teacher when he knows he did it. he slaps the book against the back of your desk and you feel the impact on your shoulders, resulting in a high pitched scream and break the momentum of your classmates writing and your teacher narrowed his eyes at you, shaking his head in displeasure before writing on the blackboard. then you hastily grab the book he's holding and about to throw it on his desk but gasps echo on the room. from their perspective, you're about to hit tsukishima with his book while he's looking across, focused on the discussion that's interrupted.

"you hit me with the book!" frustration slowly seeping out while you bounce on your desk angrily. your pigtails get tangled which fuels your irritation. life likes bad boys, you thought while mocking him by copying his expressions, forgetting for a moment that your teacher is watching you make faces on your own. tsukishima waves his hand, fisting his other hand to put it in the pocket of his purple jacket. the loud bell rings and ends the discussion, and you sulk on your seat while he prepares his things. your teacher walks out of the classroom to call your mom, you assume, because of the way he takes a glimpse at you while holding his phone to his ear.

i don't want to go home.

-

“i didn’t do it!” you keep repeating the same sentence as you set a foot in the house. your small hands clutch the strap of your backpack tight, agitated on what she’ll have to say on what happened. your teacher called your mom and had a quick discussion while you bowed to your mom before going home. the awkward silence caused you to grab your backpack and stand behind her, looking down on your shoes to distract yourself. when the both of you entered the car, she didn’t spare you a glance, even on the rearview mirror. the good thing is your favorite song is playing which soothes your worries temporarily. but the car ride was mentally exhausting and your nervousness kept boiling in your chest.

-

"the one time life is well! and you had to do that." sitting on the edge of your bed, disappointment and frustration join forces in your head while you clench your fist tight. tears trail down your cheeks freely and you have to grip your shorts so you wouldn't explode. hearing her sigh loudly makes you look at your hands to distract yourself from thinking while you sniffle quietly to yourself because your mom tells you to mask your true feelings with other people.

"i'm your princess! i didn't do it!" bouncing on your bed to defend yourself while she doesn’t say anything. she goes to your study table and grabs some of your books and pens. you looked at her in distress, tears forming in your eyes, since your mom's punishments are something you avoid if you have the chance.

-

“ah long time no see! come in!” your mom cheerfully greets when you see the Oikawa family entering the house, bowing down in respect with a sickly sweet smile plastered on your face. he acts like a prince charming when he bows, trying to charm your mother. she acts as if she’s swooned by his alluring smile before she rushes the family to enter the extravagant room, eyeing oikawa while he fixes the buttons of his school blazer. you and oikawa had a while you’re flipping the pendant of your necklace, the loud banter on the stairs a few meters away gets your attention.

“oh! kuroo looks dashing as usual!” she clasps her hands together, the gold rings on her fingers clashing and creating light noises which only you could hear. after they pick up on your mother’s voice, kuroo abruptly stops arguing and casually puts his right hand in his pocket. his mother gives you a soft wave and pecks your mother on the cheeks. you’re not in europe. the thought comes to mind while they chit chat. his father comes to the dining table, leaving you with kuroo for a few minutes. you extend your other leg in the front, putting your hands on your waist, and when you catch his monotone gaze. kuroo looks to the side while the tip of his ears slowly become red.

“ah! i’m glad our parents are okay.” you whisper in front of him while you pat your cheeks and put on your serious expression because your mother always tells you to act elegant when there are guests. a sympathetic smile appears on his lips, knowing why you changed your face in seconds—because you have a reputation to hold.

“mhm, okay talk to you later.” he says before lightly bumping your shoulder with his fist which you return with the same force while a smile dances on your balmed lips. the both of you don’t notice his mom’s gaze softening because of your brief chat.

“yuuji! you should’ve brought your vest!” your mom giggles when she hears the voice of the Terushima family. her covers her mouth with her hand (also her way of showing off her accessories). his mom’s voice is pretty loud so you hear her clearly when they’re on the stairs. a childish whine leaves his lips while his almond eyes begin twinkling in excitement seeing the grand decoration on the entrance. “oh hi y/n! pardon me, and yuuji.” his mom is always enthusiastic and humble.

you raise a brow when you notice the piercing on terushima’s ears. “you pierced?” you point a finger at his ear before the smirk on his face grows, knowing that you’re not allowed to get pierced or tattooed under your parent’s household.

“yeah, you want one?” he leans in with a teasing smirk on his face and slowly licks his bottom lip, and you get a glimpse of his tongue piercing. a tsk leaves your lips before you push him away with your clenched hands. your mom intrudes in your conversation and pulls you to her chest. your mom’s thoughts about you not listening to her and actually getting piercings are running like a hamster on a wheel. his mom covers her face with the palm of her hand, thinking that she won’t get used to terushima bragging about his piercings and possibly influencing his friends to get one. your mom giggles about him and repeatedly pats his back, escorting the Terushimas to their seats at the table—a long and wide one she bought for this day, and a few hours later, the cleaners will struggle to put the furniture back on the basement.

“ah n/n! wait for tsukishima, alright?”

your mom waves her fingers with a smile plastered on her face, leaving the entrance in your hands. going rebel sounds intriguing but you decided to go against it. you intertwine your fingers together and put them behind your back, walking around back and forth along with an occasional twirl because the black skirt whirling is satisfying for your eyes. annoyance bubbles in your chest when she mentions his name, and the fact you’ll escort them all the way to their seats at the table. relief courses through you when she picks their seats further away from your vision.

good, i can’t stand his golden eyes at—

-

“dear y/n, always elegant like her mother!” your dad mentions while the food is being served. the maids delicately hold the plates even though the appetizer only consists of green leaves, a drizzle of oil and other vegetables mixed in. a confident smile comes to your face while the boys giggle along with their parents, knowing that they nudge their waist to go with the flow and attempt to be your parents’ right hand and be their disciple. kuroo kicks your feet under the table while a subtle smirk on his face, and before you could misunderstand his intentions, he eyes the other parents then quickly rolls his eyes after. the clanking of the plates and forks begin to ring your ears and you immediately connect the clues on what he likes to say.

look at them, trying to get on your parents’ side.

you lightly slap his knee with your foot to get his attention, and you successfully do so while not realizing that about to take a bite of the vegetables. while kuroo thinks about embarrassing himself, again, despite that your parents and the other boys are lost in their own conversations, you take a big bite of everything that’s on the plate, not noticing your mom’s stern gaze on your figure. when he’s finished fixing his hair, he raises his brow while you cross your arms over your chest, nodding in defeat while rubbing your forehead, mimicking those disappointed adults you’ve seen in dramas. he covers his mouth while his eyes crinkle, controlling the laugh he desperately wants to let out. you massage your shoulder for a moment because it’s getting uncomfortable but you have to keep your act—act like you have your shit together in front of the guests.

“oh! oikawa-kun, how’s the japanese lit for you?” initiating a conversation between your rivals while the parents reacted quietly to themselves, as if they’re going to witness harsh exchange with words until emotions overtake your head. this is the sky castle, you think while straightening your posture, satisfied when you get a glimpse of him jolting on his seat before putting on his charming facade and entertaining your question.

“easy peasy! bet i’ll get a perfect score.” he runs his hand through his hair, fixing his school blazer and acts mighty with the other people around.

terushima begins to tease him by making faces to push oikawa’s buttons, and you tap your mouth with the tissue before dropping the bomb and witness his face morph to dread. “you know that i check the papers too, right? you’ve got three mistakes already.” bring down people so you can walk forward, you think while oikawa’s eyes are large like the globes you use for geography class. you loosely intertwine your fingers as you press your cheek on your palm. your mom peeks at you, amused, at your actions that she fights the urge because a smile is threatening its way on her deadpanned face since the beginning of the dinner. the other parents whisper to themselves, especially Oikawa’s parents who look at you with distaste occasionally when they talk. the maids are astonished with your attitude since you're a sweetheart, in the time where your mom is out and does her daily shopping to further decorate the house.

as the dinner continues, you're mentally patting yourself on the back for doing a great job to keep your castle undisturbed. you didn't notice the blonde fighting the urge to smirk to himself because it's the first time he witnessed you being brazen. he takes a big sip of the water, stretching his hands and resting it on his back as he catches your eyes which widens his smirk. resulting to strengthen your rage—and the fact that you're enjoying how attractive he looks.

ugh, let's get this over with.

-

“what? never expected me to be on top?” a condescending tone laces your voice as you cross your legs, the exhaustion you carried throughout the dinner is dissipating when you rest your back on the chair. feeling a certain pair of golden eyes piercing your soul, you intentionally ignore the sweating of your palms and curl your toes inside your shoes because you keep moving as long as you feel his eyes focused on you. the sassy persona you’ve worked hard lasting long is crumbling, as if tsukishima is taking his time to disassemble the pieces.

“finally we’re away.” terushima whispers to no one before running his fingers on his hair. all of your parents settled on the tea room as your mom calls it to chit chat and relax for a few hours and you know she'll subtly brag about your achievements in school and the furniture around the house that are only available to the rich she quotes.

"away from our parents who force their dreams to us? hell yeah." oikawa added before stretching his neck, the table erupting into laughter because what he said is the truth.

"hey! too mean." narrowing your eyes at him and seconds later you realized how contradicting you are. you scold the brown haired for being mean (when he only said the truth) yet you call oikawa earlier on the dinner for having three mistakes on the test of film studies. the silence stopped you from saying something further so you sit back, looking at the lights and decorations hanging on the wall so you won't embarrass yourself further.

we're even i guess, oikawa whispers under his breath before looking at you, his smile not reaching his eyes. you slap your cheeks while you're looking hard at oikawa, not noticing how the blonde plays with his fingers before looking at you, his eyes glimmering of mischief. since tsukishima knows what pushes your buttons and he always uses it to his advantage.

"stop the good girl act. you feel that way too, idiot." he cleans his glasses with his vest while his eyes narrow and look at you. as you look up and stare at him, you’re perplexed seeing him without his glasses and get amazed on how golden his eyes are. while your arms are flat on the table, his words earlier came back crashing on your head. good girl.

“good girl act, huh? why? you want me to be a bad.. bad girl tsukishima-kun?” you retort back quickly, and you’re pleased with your counterattack since hearing low whistles and gasps beside you fueled your ego. you raise your brow with a mocking smile on your lips to taunt tsukishima even more, intentionally ignoring the repetitive beating of your heart. you felt kuroo kicking your ankle under the table but you dodge his kick since you didn’t want to be bombarded by his remarks because you know he’ll never let you forget about this moment.

“and what if i do, princess?” he raises his brow in return, resting his chin on his palm while cocking his head to the side, amused with your response but he wouldn’t let you know that. you’re obviously dumbfounded, hating the way he uses that nickname casually in a conversation. the uneasiness you’re feeling doesn't go away when you feel eyes on you, eagerly waiting on what you’ll have to say. you clear your throat and you’re about to say something when-

“okay! y/n you got ice cream?” terushima jumped in the conversation before the tension rose on the table. at first you’re bummed when he cuts you off suddenly but you’re glad because you’re not going to talk to tsukishima after this. nope, you keep repeating to yourself. you nodded and led the way to the kitchen, slapping your cheeks lightly with your fingers to snap out of it.

-

“y/n, suck it up and do the first move.” kuroo murmurs louder to mortify you before taking a bite of the ice cream from the glass, his smug expression makes you want to punch him right there. you playfully kick his chair while you mindlessly mix the spoon on the glass, the ice cream melting as time ticks by.

“what- i’m not- you jerk!" their eyes fall on you since your voice tends to get loud when you defend yourself, and you forget about that while kuroo annoys you on purpose. you grumble shut up under your breath, cupping your cheeks while a frown takes over your face. you angrily grab the scooper to get more desert, also denying the thoughts running in your mind and shake your head in the process while whispering no, that can't happen!

"you're screwed, my friend." kuroo waves his spoon in front of you and you grit your teeth in annoyance while a frown takes over your face. a part of you wants to give in and admit you’re feeling something for him but you’ll stick on what you’re good at-denying. you pout in defeat and sulk in your seat, your eyes falling on tsukishima sitting in the corner. he’s in his own world, taking a bite of the ice cream and repeatedly tapping his foot on the floor. you assume it’s because of the music he’s listening to because of his tangled earphones put on. when he caught your gaze you turned away a little late meaning he saw you. shame clouded your head and desperately try to distract yourself from him, and look at oikawa acting high and mighty, anything, so you won’t spiral back to your thoughts full of tsukishima.

“the hell!? no i’m fin-” he waves his hands and doesn't listen to your stalling, since he knows you’re doing that to convince yourself and not him. you scowl at him and cross your arms together, chanting to pull it together since you get aggressive when someone’s caught you so you cross your arms together and clench your fists. (you thought you’ll have wrinkles earlier than others because of how much you’re frowning).

“i saw what happened, don’t even.” he cocks his head to tsukishima’s direction with a grin on his face and he knew he conquered victory between the banter. you sent him a sarcastic smile before checking the others chat to themselves and hear the faint laughter of the adults in the other room. your mind starts to imagine what it's’ like to talk to your crush.

no didn’t say that!

“this is fun.” he added, which deepened your scowl and you clearly heard the teasing tone laced on his voice. you roll your eyes playfully while he ruffles your hair, and you’re bummed because you know he is right. don’t pull the bad girl card, he murmurs and twirls the ends of your hair. your thoughts halted when you heard the two words that brought you back to the situation earlier. you hold your breath while stretching your arms straight on the counter, hurriedly thinking of a witty response.

“hey! he looked good…” you closed your eyes quickly then you got a glimpse of tsukishima smirking and the way the nickname, princess, rolled off his tongue is making the tip of your ears faint red and sensitive. where’s the y/n that hates tsukki with all her guts? kuroo whispers and laughs hysterically after which caught the attention of the others. you know he’s teasing you for fun since you two often have light hearted banters. the urge to punch him in the face crosses your mind because there are times he knows and you know he’s right, it’s on you not wanting to admit it. his hand ruffles your hair once again before smoothly interrupting oikawa’s bragging, while your thoughts go on an overdrive in your head.

-

"miss pres! wait for me!" you stopped in your tracks and waited on the right side when you heard akari jogging to you. a dejected pout appears on her lips. she hangs onto your arm and grips it tight, catching her breath because you didn't wait for her outside after the film classes ended.

purposely digging her nails as her payback, because you didn't wait for her outside after the film class ended.

"damn, it's hard being the best friend of the student council president." she says with a defeated tone while fixing her skirt. your face scrunched up in response before walking together on the hallways. akari begins her rambling about the upcoming output your professor mentioned. you tightened your hold on the folders, frightened that the stack of folders will slip out of your hold since fate can be cruel, you muse while pushing the folders close to your chest.

"i can carry folders too, you know." her laughter echoed in the hallway when she saw your reaction! furrowed brows, a pout on your lips before you hesitantly gave half of the folders in her waiting hands. before you could explain what the folders are, you hear her gasp when she sees the title, in bold letters—CLASS 3 FILM STUDIES TEST RESULTS. she overheard you and the professor and learned that you're also checking the papers because professors trust you that much. akari likes seeing you lose your cool in public so she lifts the side of the folder. though it gets exhausting, you endure akari and her antics since despite her teasing she knows her boundaries. she's a good friend because holding the titles student council president, and top student scares away potential friends you could have. students gossiping about your family and status doesn't make things easier. so when she approached you in the library and blunty said you're taking her seat, you're grateful despite interrupting your study session.

it's safe to say that you didn't give each other good first impressions.

"miss pres, faculty room right?" akari's voice breaks your train of thought and wonders how you didn't hit anyone along the way since you take a few turns before seeing the faculty room.

"mhm."

-

“kari! let’s go back! i can convince sensei.” you whine quietly and stomp on your feet, you’re definitely ignoring your heart about to jump out of your chest when you see a glimpse of a blonde in front of the faculty room. after the party you held a few days ago, you didn’t pay attention to him and avoided him at all costs because you’re trying to figure out if feeling something to your rival is a big deal or not. you tighten your hold on the papers, a pout coming to your lips while akari is amused on what’s happening right now. she’s clearly not expecting you to go to the other way and avoid confrontation with the blonde.

“he’s there! i can’t face him!” you added and jutted your lips into a pout. in your head, you could roast him with other people because you have a perfect reputation to keep. she sighs for a moment while you stand there, she transfers all the folders in her other hand before smacking you in your arm. a shriek leaves your lips, not expecting your friend to hit you in the hallway. you knew you lose the disagreement when you see her as if she’s saying really? i’m done with you through her face. she puts a hand on her waist while she steps on the floor. a habit of hers that you noticed through time. you fix your hair that’s blocking your sight before nodding your head.

“fine… whatever.” you narrow your eyes and point a finger on her direction, acting like you’re threatening her but it didn’t have an effect at her. both of you silently walk towards the faculty room and finally see tsukishima in all his glory. he’s slightly slouching in front of the door because of his height. you quickly look at the other classrooms, acting as if you never saw him and ignore your heart beating at a quick pace. you’re in front of the room, just behind him and realize how tall he is. he looks back and catches your gaze before he smirks and waves at the professor inside. (they are clearly victims of the good boy facade he puts, you think). akari whistles to herself before going inside and gives the folders to your professor while you follow behind.

“ah thank you y/n! and akari. you can have your lunch now.” you bow quickly and smile before you shut the door gently. you fix your blazer and pat your skirt before going to the cafeteria with akari. on the way she keeps teasing you about how you daydream of tsukishima when you’re in class. she keeps mentioning his smirk when you’re eating and you almost choked on the food, since yes, maybe his smirk is attractive you think, maybe, you repeated.

-

“how’s life with rich people?” she whispers since she accompanied you to the library because you’re planning your scenes already and what emotions you’ll pick for the montage output. you stopped writing and closed your notebook, and rolled your eyes playfully because you know what she really wants to ask.

“i know you’re asking about oikawa, so go.” you say while crossing your arms on the wooden table, and stretch your back after writing for twenty minutes. on the time you’re working, she’s humming random songs and twirls her pen on the papers she brought, scribbling lines and occasionally add doodles on the paper.

“tsk, at least i’m proud of it.” she comments while you gasp, wondering why kuroo and her keeps forcing you to admit you like him. it wasn’t that you’re uncomfortable, your answer remains the same, you have a reputation to take care of.

“anyway! i heard you were mean to him.” she adds while burying her head in her open book, it’s obvious that she’s bored but she accompanied you nonetheless. you stopped twirling your hair and you processed what she said. how did she know, you lamented to yourself while your brows furrow.

“terushima… he doesn’t shut up. he might’ve mentioned that.” akari massages her scalp while looking at you, she’s attempting to relieve the minimal pain she’s feeling in her head. you continued to write on how the scene will go but your sentences ended in scribbles. you’re terribly annoyed that terushima talked about the party even, it wasn’t necessary, you thought while biting your lip.

“agh! whatever. it’s the truth.” you cried out after contemplating for a few minutes. you lean back on the chair, drinking from your water bottle to hydrate yourself once in a while. you sigh in satisfaction when the cold water goes to your chest, awakening your sleepy eyes. the silence helps you gain your focus and plan your outfit and makeup on the montage, but akari breaks the silence with a question.

“yeah sure.. the truth. so when are you gonna admit that you actually like tsukishima, huh?” akari prompts her elbow while a cocky smile goes to her face. you hum and stopped writing, utterly confused with her expression.

“well i like him but- what?! you and kuroo should be locked away somewhere.” you rambled after realizing her true intentions of why she asked that question. you kicked her foot slightly under the table to get back at her. she hisses slightly while you bow quickly to apologize. you sigh before grabbing your phone and usher akari to take a selfie in the library, even though her face looks funny on the picture, you’ll still keep it. while she looks through the photos you took, you look at the window and many thoughts keep overlapping but one thought stands out. should i finally admit that i have a crush on him? what if he doesn’t like me though? those are the thoughts you pondered on on the way home and the next few months.

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it’s been five months since those thoughts spiralled on your head, almost haunting you every night. this day marks the start of vacation, no more school work to do and you’re not pretending to be a good student on campus all year. it's been a few months since you passed the montage output and you remembered how your professor’s mouth is open while watching yours, it boosted your confidence. you picked unrequited and longing which seems two complicated emotions to work on a montage but that’s what you like about it. when you did your shoot months ago, you couldn’t forget the horror on kuroo’s face when he saw the smudged make-up on your face while your dress looked elegant.

you waved him off that time and continued to film the flowers dancing to the wind, the group of birds flying high, and you accidentally filmed tsukishima walking away while the sun hit his direction and it created a warm yet nostalgic vibe. that time he didn’t give you insults or anything but god, he was cocky. kuroo and oikawa noticed how things changed on the two of you, because normally they’d be seeing you going at each other’s throats. but you did your own thing, and you didn’t complain about filming him and instead he saw you giggling to yourself while looking at the camera. the black haired finally connected the puzzles together and came to a conclusion: you’ve come to terms that you like tsukishima.

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“i really like him! believe me.” you defended and hugged the pillow laying on the couch. you invited tsukishima to your house to convince your parents that you like each other even though you’ve been together for a few months already. when you often walk with your boyfriend (calling him that still makes you blush), you always see oikawa and kuroo snickering to themselves, and you teased kuroo that he replaced you with another. sadly, your mom didn’t like the idea and she went to another country to calm down, you think. that time you realized where you got your sulky attitude from. your dad acts casual and asks questions one at a time. you’re grateful because you couldn’t handle many questions at once and the accusations you’ll hear from your mom isn’t what you wanted right now. your dad giggles when you act pouty and defensive, while tsukishima bounces his leg to relieve the slight to little nervousness he has, he convinces himself. it didn’t help when kuroo grip his shoulder tight and give a little speech on how to protect you and show how to care.

“she does… unfortunately.” he whispers the last word which infuriates you and hits his head with the pillow lightly. your dad didn’t hear what he said so he glares at you, shaking his head, as if he’s saying not to hit your boyfriend. you pout and cross your arms, and give him the face that’s supposed to threaten people but it doesn’t work for him. (one time, you realized you’re friends with people who have resting bitch faces).

“do you want me to be your enemy again?” you threaten him but you fail because a big smile goes to your face. you fix the hair clip on the back of your head to keep your hair away.

“sure if it means i can see you be angry but look cute.” he retorts back and while you're about to explode, from your peripheral vision you see your dad giving him a big thumbs up and an awkward wink. he sends him a nod and acts cool.

"hmm, now i get why you like each other y/n." your dad comments he pats the space beside him. tsukishima gently rubs your lower back before letting you go, even though his heart is beating wild in his chest. you sit beside your dad before tightly embrace him, relieved of his reaction to your new relationship.

"thank you dad. we'll protect each other, don't worry. you can kick him if he broke up with me though." you whisper the last part so the blonde wouldn't hear you (he's suspicious based on the narrowing of his eyes and the gaze you feel at the back of your head). he pats your back while giggling lightly and stand up. he enjoys seeing you lost in your world and see the genuine happiness glowing in your eyes. this is something he should've done sooner, he thought because all these years you're caged in this house, alone and lonely.

“tsu-ki-shima-kun, let’s go?” you tease him because he once told you that calling him like that stirs something inside him. you giggle and look to him softly, an indirect way of asking permission to loop your arms together. you respect his boundaries, always, even though it didn't seem like it a few months ago. he nods and pushes his glasses, and you loop them while seeing his ears down to his neck go a little red.

“hey, let’s go to the library. it’s quiet there.”

you get out of the house and wave to the idiots (kuroo and oikawa) as you call them before going to the library with him. you had nothing to study for and you knew why he wants to go there, with you, you just know.

this is the sky castle, the place where you bring down people to walk forward. but after thinking about it, walking together with tsukishima doesn't sound bad.

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

(replying publicly, @faceofboe , in case others are in the same boat)

spoilers below

re: reapers

barely anything happened with them directly. leah and daryl went off to go look for maggie & crew, and they came across an npc dude who had a son and a dying wife. via radio, pope gave orders to kill them, but in the end leah told the guy to take the kid and run, and then couldn't handle putting the woman out of her misery, so daryl did it, and he had a moment of "oh, maybe she isn't in 100% full cult mode, and i can bring her in on this so she can help make them stop trying to kill my friends," but they're radioed to come back home so he gets interrupted

re: killing the reapers

maggie & crew decide to gather a horde whisperer style to go murder all the reapers, and it's great and i hope it works. she and negan have to work together, and negan made her promise that if he helped her she'd stop trying to murder him, and she was like "🙄🙄🙄, fine ig, but you're still a horrible person," and he's like, "yeah ik, i should have killed all of you when i first met you and then i never would have had to address that fact about myself lol, fuck this forced character development, too bad i'm a hot male billed actor so they had to find a reason to keep me around."

(tbf, i don't hate the maggie + negan dynamic, and negan being like "literally whyyy are we still doing this??" after half their group has been slaughtered has been hilarious, but there's only so far they can take it before maggie either "forgives" him, or takes him out with blunt force trauma to the head, and frankly i'm still rooting for the latter)

re: the actual interesting part commonwealth

the wholesome foursome are trying to play nice to make up for breaking the law. princess, zeke, eugene and stephanie are off clearing walkers, up until zeke nearly chokes to death and goes to the doctor at the insistence of princess, who i believe doesn't know he's dying of cancer? right? whatever. he comes back later and gives them lollipops and princess' face was the best thing this season.

where was i?

oh. yeah, while those dudes are doing hard labor, yumiko is doing fancy lawyer things, trying to get her friends free, tho she keeps almost overplaying her hand and it gets her brother randomly arrested, which i didn't understand? but whatever. she sets a meeting with mayor milton, and they're about to meet, exceptttt, through a series of events that any customer service/retail worker can relate to, eugene punches the mayor's prissy son in the face. it was well-deserved, but not great for the cause

smiley video guy, whose name i forget, tells eugene that the only way to free himself from jail, and his friends from walker duty, is by giving up alexandria's location. the cliffhanger leaves off on the implication that he does

(unrelated thought i just had: what the fuck ever happened to oceanside? i literally have no recollection. did they all die and i just completely forgot??)

anyway, that was it. it was a setup episode for the mid-season finale (is that what we're calling it?), so it wasn't super exciting, but it was still better than the worst of s10's episodes, so s11 is still kicking ass imo

as usual, im writing this on my phone half asleep, so sorry if the above is incomprehensible, etc

deuces,

-diz

[stonedsoul]

Would love to hear you talk about any/all of Josh, Donna and Toby that you feel like for the characters questions!

Hi! Thanks for this, I'm gonna do all three of them because I can and they're all my faves :^)

Josh

First impressions: umm my actual first impression was probably just lmao that hairline tho. Sorry. I wouldn't say he was immediately my favourite? Because I was determined to hate the show having been forced to watch it by my parents. But definitely I respected him more in the first episode cos of his plot with the Christians. I thought that was cool.

Impressions now: Hot. Also I'm rlly obsessed with him. But also I want to be him? I love him a lot. He's rlly just an anxious bby at heart. He cares about his friends so much, and is probably too loyal, they're the absolute most important thing to him. He's dealing with a lot but he's trying his best and he needs a hug.

Favourite moment: Hmm. I feel like this is cheating since it's not actually something he does, but just everything that happens in Noel. Its very relatable to me and I appreciate it so much. Honourable mention would be simply the line 'can we have a civilisation?'. Honourable honourable mention anytime we get to see him be good at his job.

Story idea: Josh's mental health!!! Literally anything exploring Josh's mental health. Whether that be his ptsd (still mad about the fact he was magically cured after Noel ig), his suicidal thoughts (again, they just dropped that in there and never mentioned it again??), whatever the deal with first Stanley is, Joanie or anxiety. I want to write about all of it. I don't rlly have any fully formed ideas yet, but definitely a fic about his ptsd recovery is in the works.

Unpopular opinion: This isn't solely about josh ig but I'm still gonna put it in here cos I can't rlly think of stuff. I think his friendship with sam is the least interesting of his relationships. In a few episodes I rlly like it but it's like half the time they forget that they're supposed to be best friends. I dunno if it's just something I'm missing tho cos ik lots of people like samjosh.

Favourite relationship: and to the surprise of absolutely no one, it's josh/donna/toby. Unless this means romantically, in which case it's josh/donna, but josh/toby is fucking as well i've gotta be honest. But platonically they are the ultimate trio I love them sm.

Favourite headcanon: oh god I've got so many. I think I'm gonna have to go with adhd josh, it just makes so much sense. Oh also josh plays a musical instrument. I tend to lean towards piano or violin but I did read a fic where he played the trumpet which was interesting. But yh anything linking josh and music.

Donna

First impression: I don't know if I had much of an opinion about her character on her own? I do remember thinking oh god she has a crush on her boss they're gonna be in a relationship this is gonna be problematic. But also that this was a ship I could fall into v quickly if I wasn't careful.

Impression now: she's my absolute favourite, she makes the show what it is. Her character arc is so interesting, and not only does she grow sm throughout the series she's so funny and entertaining as well. I think she struggles with putting her needs before others and feeling like she's not important enough to matter. She doesn't feel safe on her own so constantly latches onto other people and ignores her needs till it reaches a breaking point. She's one of the smartest people in the whole series. She can be kind of ditzy tho and has a sort of subdued chaos.

Favourite moment: 'I wouldn't stop for red lights' has to be here it's iconic. I also love everything she does in 20 hours in America and when the president makes a call to Mrs. Morello. Ooh also when the Toby tells her about the ms.

Story idea: I'm rlly obsessed with Donna's family so anything involving that. I'm currently working on a post-series fic about aro josh and donna trying to navigate their relationship while in Madison for Donna's brother's wedding. Also anything pre-series, maybe about Dr. Freeride.

Unpopular opinion: not sure this is unpopular? But I rlly love late seasons donna. I agree that she loses some of her personality but I feel like this is realistic, especially after Gaza. The only thing is I wish we had gotten to see her come to more of a middle ground between the 2 donnas as it were as she starts to heal. Also because I feel like she was done dirty by the writers in s*rkin-era. A lot of her storylines revolved around her messing things up and it felt like she was in this weird in between state of we want to make her a bigger character but also being slightly stuck in comic relief assistant mode. Plus y'know just general misogyny.

Favourite relationship: Donna and Toby, Donna and Toby!!!! So underrated, I'm so sad we hardly got to see any of them interacting, I genuinely feel like they're best friends. I feel like their relationship would be so interesting. Also I love Donna and Jed too they're just trivia nerds lmao

Favourite headcanon: I have quite a few for Donna as well, but I'd have to say Donna moss for president. I'm absolutely convinced that Donna would become president, I feel like she would be so good? She cares in a way that's so pure, she never forgets about the actual people that they're working for and she's just rlly nice tbh. Also josh as first gentleman lmao. Oh also Donna listens to vocaloid I said what I said.

Toby

First impression: I honestly don't remember hmm. I think I thought that he was scary, I kind of felt that I wasn't allowed to have hcs or think about him for a while. But also I remember in the first episode him calling out some people for antisemitism and I liked him for that.

Impression now: not scary any more lol but still kind of feels like I'm not allowed to talk about him a bit, he kind of feels like an authority figure. I rlly love him tho, I think he cares so deeply and loves so much and he has such a genuine passion for change. He's also awkward and a romantic and just as loyal as any of them if not more.

Favourite moment: Toby meeting his kids for the first time. I dunno bro it's just such a nice moment. Also Toby hugging ginger. And when he goes to the protest. And that episode with Tabitha Fortis. Probably a lot more as well. Also just any moment where Toby is genuinely happy.

Story idea: Toby going to help josh with the Santos campaign. I just need to not feel sad about what happened to him sometimes and would this not be epic? Also a story about him and donna because I am truly obsessed with this relationship. Also his and cj's relationship is rlly interesting I could write about that. Also maybe just a fic about loneliness.

Unpopular opinion: sometimes I don't hate what they did to Toby? I think the problem for me comes in because he got an objectively way worse ending than the other characters and he didn't deserve to have that. But if the later seasons had gone all in with the degredation of relationships and losing faith in authority figures and rlly just made the whole thing fall apart I genuinely would have enjoyed that probably. But instead everyone else only gets little tastes of that and they take it all out on poor Toby.

Favourite relationship: his children. Listen to me Toby is a good father don't accept their lies. Also Donna and Josh but I've already talked about them lol. Hmm actually I didn't talk about josh that much their relationship is so good. They provide perfect foils for each other. In some ways their rlly different in how they go about things and their life experiences but in other fundamental ways they're the same? Also adhd autistic solidarity. And ace aro solidarity.

Favourite headcanon: umm i mentioned before not being able to hc him well so I don't have a lot. Communist Toby is kind of a joke one but I think it's funny. Also ace Toby but that's just vibes. Autistic Toby I'm still figuring out but I like it. Can't give many reasons other than I relate. Donna and Toby being besties ig counts? Cos again I rlly love it. Oh oh oh Toby writes poetry. He does bro u can't convince me otherwise.

[luna-helps-writing]

Hiii! I Just found your blog and im in love 😔👌But can i request a match-up please for LOTR? So, i'm an asexual and maybe aro girl, i play the piano and the organ, and i do embroidery and knitting, my favorite color is green and my favorite animal is the jellyfish. I consider myself a Strong independent woman, i hate to be submissive and i crave power and domination, but i can be soft sometimes, i also have a lot of mental issues such as intense paranoia, OCD, depression, etc. I LOVE to learn languages, its my true hobby, ik a little bit about the elven language and english its not my first language.

Thank you for your ask and sorry it took so long! My requests are piling up at the moment!

I ship you with Boromir!

• Oohhh, he loves your music! It’s absolutely beautiful to him. He’ll just sit on a chair or stand beside you while you play your pieces. At those moments, he’s just quiet and takes in all your peaceful features.

• Surprisingly, this man knows how to knit! He can’t do embroidery, but when he was very young, his mom used to knit all the time. When she died, he took on this hobby as a reminder of her. Sometimes, you’ll knit together. It makes him feel incredibly relaxed.

• Your embroidery is amazing to him. He knows it takes a really long time to make even the smallest things, so whatever you’ll make, he’ll love it and shower you with compliments.

• He knows you’re really independent and will never force you into doing anything you don’t like or want to do. He lets you make your own decisions, but will also tell you to consider your choices when you’re about to do something stupid. He does this out of love, but sometimes it gets you really worked up.

• Whenever things get too overwhelming for you, he’ll be quick to comfort you. Whether that is talking to you, holding you, or granting you time and space, he’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable and keeps your wishes in mind. If something in particular triggers you, he’ll get you away from it or help you through the issue. Whatever it takes to help you.

• He isn’t great at languages, but he loves learning with you. When you’re learning a language, he really wants to join you in whatever you’re doing. He doesn’t learn as quickly as you, but that’s okay, because it’s the effort that counts.

I hope you liked it! Stay safe during these times❤️

[ollieakana]

hyakujuu sentai gaoranger

quests 15-17

quest 15: the org howls!!

so glad there was a recap bc ngl i kinda forgot what happened last ep lmao

ura still registers in my mind as nayzor </3

okay why is gaku playing with a starfish

i love that they're all sitting in front of the fountain together

kakeru you dumbass (dare i say i'm in love with him)

yabaiba and tsuestsue laughing along but clearly not following is such a mood

okay but yabaiba's whole ass look in this scene is so gender

cut back the the idiot family and gaku is pulling kakeru's pants up n smacks him on the head

i failed to mention that kakeru pulled his pants down earlier

once again i will reiterate that mr vet is a dumbass

i love the crude drawing of the sun

where is ura tho

okay found ura and apparently someone is sealed here...

i love that the team is basically taking a field trip around japan to locate yabaiba and tsuetsue PLUS the vacuum org

damn mr vet show some respect to tetom

i still wanna know what the fuck ura is doing like the hell did he find

okay so given the title, i assume that zen-aku's sentai counterpart is appearing this episode

okay so the gaorangers a rushing to get to ura, but what i find funny is that kai (y'know.. sharkboy) can fly like gaku can

like, could you imagine how wild it would be to see sharks flying

"tsuetsue, why are you so slow!?" bc she's OLD yabaiba

okay my prediction was right and now the team is getting their asses beat

okay i like zen-aku's sentai counterpart's name

it's rouki btw, and imo it sounds cool :^)

rouki you motherfucker leave the jewels alone!!!!!

okay he just takes one but still

anyways all you guys need to know is rouki handed them their asses and now he has gaoelephant, roll credits

actually you also need to know i'm tired of popups

(break bc work smfh)

quest 16: the magic flute roars!!

okay tetom found them good

i really hope there's no one out there who is h-word for rouki

i'm sure there is but like... i'd like to live in my world where that's not the case <3

i hate ura's stupid fucking laugh i want him dead

"we were just testing you!" mhm sure

listen yabaiba and tsuetsue are just... team rocket

they're literally team rocket and i love them forever and ever no matter what

oooo high shaman flashback

oh shit where's sae

sae ik you're a total badass n all, but please be careful

rouki playin on his funky lil flute

oh okay king's havin a moment

oh shit sae was ambushed by tsuetsue and yabaiba

king rouki comin in clutch love that dude

kakeru carring sae on his back omg

listen i genuinely love the gaorangers so bad (i'm really excited to talk abt why in my comparison)

pov rouki makes fun of your little roll call

horrendous edgy wolf man

ohhhhh shit, rouki with the gao jewel what will he do

gaoligator... the fucking word play

leave gaolion alone you bitchass!!!!! >:^(

alright tetom is ready to tell us what's up

previous gaorangers :0

seal the edgy werewolf and let him nap

awoo

and on that note, episode's over lmao

(break)

quest 17: the elephant vanishes...

yeehaw training time!!

elephant spotting 👀

damn soutaro be a little more sensitive

okay why doesn't it click for kai that a tour of the area the elephant spotting was is a little too convenient

tsueno tsueko?? really, tsuetsue??

YABAITARO

soutaro fuckign LOST sae and kai

damn little kid sick on the bus, but kai is Responsible and knows what to do

tsuetsue and yabaiba are just?? on a different level from everyone else i love them

wait the bus was an org.. does that make this psuedo-vore??

rouki, what's poppin king?

the way the bus org backs up lmao

the boys just... ditch rouki during the fight

i love sae and kai so much they're a great duo

NANI?! are we gonna see the predazord this episode

omg it's called gaohunter

oh yeah i'm pretty sure gaogiraffe is taken for realsies this time by rouki

love that gaohunter just?? has a giant aligator head for a chest

i really shouldn't be surprised that rouki yoinked another gao jewel bc i've watched wild force

god speaking of wild force i sure hope we don't have another fucking kite/animus situation bc if we do i'm throwing away the whole sentai

kai is ready to Throw Down and i'm here for it

another 3 episodes, done. i'm honestly really liking how things are going do far, despite it feeling like a rerun of wild force. anyways not much more to add, i'm just having fun watching tbh

expect the next one on sunday bc as usual i have nothing better to do with my time than watch super sentai lmao

thanks for reading if you did :^)!!

[aegon]

The thing is, I'm open to talking about show!Daenerys being a white savior bc it's good to be aware of the media we consume and tbh the show (read: D&D) didn't handle a few scenes very well compared to the books. But when show!Sansa stans use that to complain about Daenerys and then turn around to say at least Sansa isn't a white savior...I'm always like "omg ur so right!! she can't be a white savior if there are no POC in her story to begin with!!" Ik that isn't Sansa's fault but still.

While I do agree that white saviourism is something we need to talk about more, the problem does not lie with Dany’s portrayal on the show, but with a clear misunderstanding of her decisions (show and books) and the way the slaves, slavers and Dothraki were written on the show. The arguments I’ve seen by antis focus on her being white and helping a bunch of brown slaves (oh no, the horror!!! she should have left them in chains like a good little girl!!! fucking idiots) when the reality is far more complex.

I especially take issue with white antis who have no real understanding of what white saviourism means seemingly warping the definition to suit their hatred of Dany. Just....no.

To me, white saviourism is never about true justice, it’s about exercising one’s privilege and controlling the narrative in their favour. It’s not just hurr durr white girl forces her culture on brown people hurr durr.

The selective narrative for personal gain is what’s most important. White saviours look down on the supposed ‘barbarism’ of a foreign culture and exploit it in their favour, while still coming across as the better person. It’s presenting morality as something a white person must teach a non-white person, because the latter inherently lacks it as a characteristic.

Antis’ arguments are that Dany exploits the slaves and Dothraki for her own army, and she believes she’s better than everyone around her which is why she forces her own beliefs on them.

Ignoring the fact that in the books, the slaves and Dothraki don’t all look Arab and hence the whole ‘white girl saves brown man’ schtick becomes obsolete, the truth in both the show and the books is that Dany doesn’t need to free anyone to help herself. She’s not exercising anything for personal gain, because Dany breaking the slave trade has brought her a thousand more problems than she needed.

Dany was literally handed the Unsullied army and could have walked away with 8000 new men under her control and sailed straight for Westeros. So this narrative that she exploited them really doesn’t hold up when she’d have been in a far better and stronger position had she not helped the slaves to begin with.

Also it’s not a “selective narrative” when her destroying the slave trade was OBJECTIVELY the RIGHT thing to do. In whatever light you see it as, the slave trade needed to be abolished. And violently. Antis can miss me with the whole “blah blah she could have been nice about it blah blah.” Read a history book. Systematic changes are inherently bloody and violent, such is human nature.

Secondly, D&D are at fault for these diverse cultures seemingly having no personality other than working for Dany. The books portray them with a myriad of characters of different moralities. They didn’t need Dany to show them what morality means, there were good eggs there already.

Compare that with the Wildlings who were given so much screen time to show how ‘good’ they were. The Wildlings were given names and feel-good characters like Tormund, the Dothraki were not. But god forbid the antis give her something as ridiculous as bad writing.

But despite all of this, the simple matter of fact is that Dany’s only crime was ending the slave trade. That’s her big “white saviour” nonsense moment, and it’s a tired argument because there are a thousand other examples in media (12 Years A Slave etc) that can be used in discussion. Dany can’t be, so I’d rather she isn’t brought up, either on the show or in the books, because it’s just too muddled to really help conversation in any way.

Also why they even bring Sansa into something that has nothing to do with her amazes me. Sansa has literally nothing to do with POC, they’re non-existant in her narrative. That’s like saying, “Sansa is so great because she never hunted baby elephants and enslaved giant badgermoles to terrorise kids with cancer :’) :’) my queen is such a good person ❤️ :’) :’).” lol ok susan.

What did happen was Sansa took one look at a non-white army coming to save her life and decided to hate them all, so take from that what you will.

[madnessismylover]

Stranger Things season 4 spoilers

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I'm only a little bit into ep 3 but omfg I'm so pissed El doesn't have her powers back. She just got taken away. I ended up googling and finding out she doesn't get them back through the rest of the season but just has like a single moment where she uses them(I didn't see when that is). I'm not ashamed to admit I was super fucking happy when she broke Angela's nose. Bitch had it coming. The entire fucking rink was laughing at El and it was horrible. I know violence doesn't solve anything thing but damn I was so pissed when her powers didn't work against her after she tripped her...

Also "snitch"??? El literally said she tripped, like yeah she looked over at Angela but she could've been looking at any of that group or just looking up. The teacher knows that Angela is a bitch to her, that's not El's fault.

I'm just pissed El can't do anything with her powers. I know she doesn't need them to be important or anything but she deserves to be able to use them. I hate bullies. It would've been so bad ass if El was able to force push her but yeah ik that would show her powers to everyone and put her on the govt. radar and doesn't work for the story but DAMN IT El doesn't deserve to be tormented like that...